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grotesquebellamy · 2 years

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What We Deserve

asked anonymously: Could you do 24. "you deserve better" with John Murphy please? warnings: minimal proofreading and bad editing :) word count: 1276

To say John Murphy was coming to terms with the relationship the two of you shared was somewhat of an understatement. First he was angry about it, like most things in his life, and he lashed out because of said anger. Picking fights, saying rude things, doing everything in his power to cool that fire that burned in his chest every time he thought about you.

Your relationship started not long after the two of you made it to Earth, you being the caring person you are had checked on him after one of his petty little fights with one of the other delinquents. That one time turned into sneaking into his makeshift tent every night and having conversations until the sun came up.

Murphy is infatuated by you, completely and utterly smitten with every bit of you, not that he would ever admit it. He refuses to acknowledge the blush that takes over his cheeks whenever you're mentioned or the way his heart pounds a mile a minute when you're near.

You two became nearly inseparable even with his lack of commitment, he called it close friends, and you called that bullshit. You know you're not just friends, friends don't look at each other the way you look him and friends don't open up like he does when he's with you. And well, friends don't stop to make out in caves during hunting trips, which you admit is probably the most irresponsible thing the two of you could do, considering the grounders that are currently hiding out in the woods, but that never stops you two.

Although now, nothing is going to stop you, you're going to tell him about your feelings for him, you're going to tell him about how tender he makes your heart and how hazy he makes your mind by doing nothing but being around.

You make your way to his tent at your normal time, taking a second outside to get yourself ready, this could make or break your relationship with him, and honestly, you're nervous to lose him after everything you've been through.

But the nerves seem to fall away as you enter his tent, and you see him in all his glory, shirtless and already laying down, as if he was waiting for you. When he looks up at you his smile is like a sudden beam of sunlight even with it being pitch black outside.

"Hey," is all he says as he beckons you over to him, his arms held out to you. Your body easily molds to his as you lean into his chest. He was only ever like this when it's just the two of you and everyone else is asleep, and it makes you question what it would be like to really be his.

"What happened?" Your finger reaches up and lightly sweeps across his cheek that's adored by a purple and black bruise. But he's quick to brush you off with a shake of his head.

"Nothing, hunting trip gone wrong, don't worry about it," he doesn't seem very interested in talking about it, and you're not one to pry. "What're we talking about tonight?"

You fidget slightly where you're leaned against him and push yourself up into a sitting position, "I have something to tell you." You do your best to sound confident but the nerves are starting to come back to life.

Murphy nods as he falls back against the blanket he uses as a pillow and stares at you expectantly.

"Well you see, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now," your heart is racing, "and I'm hoping you feel the same way," your cheeks are starting to heat up under this stare, "but I like you John Murphy, and I think I'm starting to fall for you."

He stays there for a second, contemplating his next move, he's never been in this situation before. Yeah, he's had relationships before, but nothing like this situationship, nothing as deep as falling.

He rolls over onto his other side, putting his back to you and essentially forcing you away from him, "I think you should leave Y/N." And your heart shatters.

The next few days are spent with nothing but your longing eyes being stuck on him as he walks around camp and his cold demeanor ignoring anyone and everyone. The nights are harder, no more conversations about your passions and connecting with him on a deeper level, not to mention the warm cuddles that would put you to sleep without fail.

Now you have plenty of sleepless nights that always seem to get colder as they progress, but maybe that's just the lack of his sunshine smile in your life that would warm you from the inside out.

One morning you're woken up to some commotion outside of your tent, and you're quick to make your way out there. You were considered one of the peace makers of the camp and what was happening right now does not sound like peace.

You find Murphy on the ground with his eyes closed and another boy walking backwards shaking his fist, as if he had just punched someone. Which by the look of Murphy's face, he was the one that got punched, and hard too.

The other boy looks ready to come back for seconds, and Murphy still hasn't stood up, he was in no condition to fight with a bloody lip and bruised eye. You're on the ground in a second, your hands finding his face, pressing along his cheekbones, checking for broken bones or fracturs, and he's groaning under your touch.

"Come on," you pull him up onto his feet and into the direction of your tent, where you quickly close the flap behind him as he takes a seat onto your makeshift bed. "What the hell Murphy, what was that all about?"

Murphy groans again and falls back onto the bed, his head landing softly against your pillows. "He's a dick." is all he says.

You roll your eyes and sit down next to him, "And you're not?" You're partly joking, everyone knows Murphy as the camps resident dickhead, you wouldn't be surprised if he thought you were serious.

"Why are you helping me?" he completely ignores your earlier comments.

"You know why," you counter.

He sits up, puts his head in his hands, and mumbles something into them. When you just stare at him instead of answering, he removes his hands and tries again. "I wish you didn't like me," he can tell his words hurt you by the look in your eyes and he does his best to do damage control, "you deserve better, don't you get it? You don't need me, but I need you. You're the only thing in this world that is worth being here for, you mean everything to me. Is that better?"

You're taken aback by his words, completely and utterly speechless as you try to fully take in what he just said. You never expected this from him, he wasn't one to admit his feelings or even say he was wrong, and now he's doing both. A smile starts to break out across your face as you fight back tears, this is everything you've wanted for the longest time and now you have it.

You take his face in your hands once again, minding the bruises that adorn his cheeks and lean forward. He seems to get the gist of it and leans in too, and when your lips connect, it's like fireworks exploding within you. And you know this is exactly where you're meant to be.

a/n: not a fan of the ending but really wanted to get this out as the request has been sitting in my inbox for a while. Anyway hope you like it nonnie!!

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belltaviasbff · 1 year

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echo, trying to flirt in space: hey bellamy?

bellamy, tearing up: CLARKE USED TO CALL ME THAT

echo: BECAUSE THAT’S YOUR NAME YOU IDIOT

#becho deserved absolutely nothing im so furious #why did they feel the NEED to give them a relationship #the 100 #t100 #incorrect quotes #incorrect t100 #incorrect quotes template #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke #bellamy #bellamy x clarke #clarke #clarke x bellamy #echo #echo kom azgeda #becho

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topazy · 2 years

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Chosen side

Paring: John Murphy x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 6.03

You scrunch your nose up as Clarke re-enters the bar wearing a pretty pink dress.

You face the other way and finish the drink in your hand. If Joaquin was the one out there, nobody would be able to stop you from looking for him. The blonde was always better at politics than you, and she probably had some kind of plan in place to save herself, Abby, and Madi. It was just a shame for the rest of you that her loyalty stopped there.

Murphy placed his hand on your back as you listened to Abby comforting her daughter, who once again was paying attention to some bullshit peace talk. “Just be yourself. Don’t tell them more than you have to and don’t lie.”

Murphy scoffs, “Unless they ask about the end of the world. In that case, maybe don’t tell them you fired the first shot.”

“Don't worry, Murphy.” Clarke looked over his shoulder at him. “Hell’s big enough for both of us.”

You spin round fast, anger boiling inside you. “What did you just say to him?”

“Let it go,” Murphy says, shaking his head. You look into his tired eyes and feel nothing but guilt. Maybe he wouldn’t have almost died if you’d come to earth with him. He deserved so much better. Murphy moves his hand from your back to link with your fingers, “I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make this a safe home for Joaquin.”

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You sit down across from Emori, frowning as you notice Abby talking to your partner. What the hell could she be saying to him? You didn’t want Griffin near your family.

“Couldn’t convince him to eat?” Miller asks between bites of food.

“No,” you said, sighing.You couldn’t even convince him to drink something other than alcohol. Whatever happened to Murphy when he died scared him, and he was trying to block it out. He looked defeated.

Emori filled you, Jackson, and Miller in on life in space. It made you happy to hear how quickly Emori and Echo were accepted by everyone else on the ring. You smiled until you noticed a worried-looking Clarke coming down the stairs into the tavern. She had changed out of her pretty dress and back into her “murder gear,” as Murphy called it, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Jordan told them everything,” she announced. “Where is he?”

To your surprise, Murphy told her, “on the roof with the barmaid.”

You frowned at him, and took off after Clarke while she went to look for Jordan. When you reached the roof, you were horrified to see Jordan laying on the ground.

“Jordan!” You rushed to kneel beside him. He slowly started to wake up, “Hey, hey, you're okay.”

One of the guards from the sanctum shoved you to the side and lifted Jordan to his feet. “Where is she? Where’s Delilah?”

You shoved him back, “Back off! He’s hurt and just a kid.”

The man lets go when he spots someone running through the garden below. “The children of Gabriel are in the compound. They’ll use the night harvest to try to get her out. You need to follow me, please.”

“We can’t leave him,” Clarke argued.

“You go and I’ll stay with Jordan.”

She gave you a quick nod and left with the guard to look for the missing girl.

—

As you helped Jordan walk into the bar, you smiled when you noticed Bellamy apologising to Murphy for what happened when they were under the influence of the red sun. Your smile grew even wider when you noticed Raven, “Hey Reyes!”

The brunette pulled you in for a hug, “glad to see you're alright.”

“You too.”

Just as you pulled back from the embrace, Russell entered the room. It’s been a long day, so I’ll keep this short. “Sanctum was created to be a sanctuary for the human race. After seeing you save Delilah, we’ve decided that you deserve that too.”

“So we can stay?”

“For now,” Russell’s wife Simone answers. “No more of you.” You tense at her words and share a concerned look with Murphy as she continues. “You will follow our rules and respect our traditions, and we will teach you how to survive here.”

“What my wife is trying to say is, welcome to the sanctum.”

Murphy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. He whispers into your ear, “Don’t worry about getting our boy here; I’ll figure it out.”

You relaxed at his words. You weren’t sure how he’d do it, but you had every faith he’d figure out a way to get your son into the sanctum safely. You lean your head back slightly and kiss him softly on the lips. “Aww,” Diyoza stops in front of you, smiling, “you two have a kid right?”

You nod, “a son.”

Her hand rested on her stomach, “Is it really as bad as they say it is?”

“Worse than you can even imagine,” you say, chuckling at her expression. “You’ve been through a helluva lot. I’m sure childbirth will be a walk in the park for you.”

She smiles at you both before walking towards Madi. Murphy tightens his grip on you, making you laugh. “You know, I want to hear every detail of what I’ve missed; the pregnancy, childbirth, his first steps.”

Your attention was drawn from Murphy to Russell when he spoke loudly, “Charmaine Diyoza?”

Diyoza looks at him confused. “Yes.”

“Escort this woman past the shield right now!” Russell orders

Bellamy tries to interject as two guards, “Just wait. What is this?”

Diyoza shrugs, “Seems my reputation precedes me.”

You all stand there in shock as Russell has his men forcefully march a pregnant woman out of the sanctum. It’s not until the rooms go quiet that you look around and notice someone is missing. You step out of Murphy's grip and look up at Bellamy. “Where’s Octavia?”

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You lie on the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, only shifting your gaze when you feel movement beside you. “Did you get any sleep?” Murphy yawns before pushing himself up onto his elbows.

You sigh, “not really.” With the knowledge that you are currently safe in Sanctum, you should be able to sleep, but your mind can’t stop wondering. “I can’t rest, not while we are here and he’s up there.”

“I know,” he says, kissing your forehead. Murphy sits fully upright and looks around the room. “Do you think they will give us another bed when Joaquin comes down, or do you think we’ll need to steal one from somewhere?”

You swat at his arm playfully, “I don’t think Simone would appreciate you joking about stealing.”

“Ok, okay,” he says, raising his hands. “But do you think they will give us another bed?”

Everyone had been assigned rooms above the tavern, although you weren’t sure how permanent they were. You look up at him, surprised by the question. “Probably, although I’m not sure if he’ll jump with delight at the chance of having his own bed or still want to sleep beside us.” You let out a low laugh, “This one time, I tried to let Joaquin sleep on his own bed in the bunker. He managed to sneak out while I was sleeping. I was so scared when I woke up and discovered he was gone. Luckily, Miller found him.”

Murphy rubs at his face, pretending that he’s just overtired, but you know he’s hurting and is trying to hide how much pain he’s in from you. You shake your head at him, your voice soft, “he loves you.”

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“But he still loves you, we both do,” you roll around and kiss his shoulder.

Murphy tucks your hair behind your ear and changes the subject to, “What are we doing today? I’m not in a naming day celebration mood.”

“I think Emroi is going to guard the ship. We should go with her.”

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“I’m not sure about this,” you link your fingers with Murphy’s as you walk towards your tavern. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know, but it’ll look like…” he quickly changes what he was going to say when he spots a figure walking towards you. “Hey, Delilah.”

She smiles at you both and says, “Now I’m not one for easy dropping, but I did hear a part of your conversation.”

Shit.

“You most definitely can’t wear that outfit to the party tonight, but not to worry, I have plenty of outfits you can borrow,” she says cheerfully.

“Oh you really don’t need to do that. That’s far too kind and your people have already done so much by letting us stay here.”

“Nonsense, besides Jordan has told me how kind you’ve been to him,” she explains. “He really wants you there, but I understand your people don’t have lots of clothes.”

You try to think of a reason not to, but your mind draws a blank. You and Murphy exchange a look before he smirks. “She’s all yours.”

Delilah smiles and links her arm with yours, leading you away from Murphy and towards her bedroom.

—

Your jaw hung open while you took in the sight of Delilah’s bedroom. “When I lived on the ark and read books with princesses in them, this is what I imagined their rooms looked like. I actually think the whole sanctum looks like something out of a fairytale.”

Delilah gave you a kind smile before sorting through different dresses. So far, none of them really suited you. She held up a pair of white sparkly heels, “Have you ever worn sage green before? I have a dress that will match these and you perfectly.”

You snort out a laugh, “I’ve never even worn heels before.”

“First time for everything!” She squeals excitedly.

—

You walked into the party alone and nervous. You knew Murphy would meet you here, but trying to find him inside the crowded room wouldn’t be as easy as you thought. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be at the party, but you didn’t want to seem disrespectful by not attending.

You mentally curse yourself for letting Delilah talk you into wearing heels, which were painful to walk in. Delilah was a sweet girl, and was so excited for you to dress up that you didn’t want to disappoint her.

You felt a good type of strange. It was the first time you’d felt good in a long time. The dress picked out for you was a light green, with a corset top that flowed into a lace skirt that stopped just at your ankles. She curled your hair and applied light make-up. She must have thought you were crazy when you looked in the mirror and your eyes teared up. You could never make her understand that the person in front of you is how you wanted your son to see you, and not as a murderer in war paint.

You spot Bellamy and Echo facing the other way and make your way towards them. You were about to make your presence known when you overheard them.

“If you’re going to tear yourself apart over leaving her, let’s go get her.”

“No, this isn’t me tearing myself apart, ok? This is me being human. I feel things when people I love are in trouble or die. The echo I knew on the ring did that. Why don’t you?”

“This isn’t about me,” Echo replied, with hurt in her voice.

You try to back away from them, not wanting to hear anymore of their private conversations, but the people around you don’t allow it.

“No? We lost Monty and Harper three days ago. How do you feel about that? Because I have no idea. I lost my sister yesterday. It’s going to take me a little while to feel nothing, like a good azgeda spy. But I’ll keep trying.”

You are in disbelief at how cold Bellamy was towards his girlfriend. As Echo holds her head up high and turns to walk away and spots you, it becomes harder for her to hold her tears back and remain strong.

“Are you okay?”

She nods and quickly walks away, disappearing into the sea of people. You turn back and meet Bellamy’s gaze. “You look beautiful,” he says, tracing his gaze over you.

You give him a harsh look and say, “What you just said to her was cruel.”

Bellamy looks down at the ground, his face racked with guilt. You’d never experienced first-hand being on the opposite end of his deep-cutting comments, but when Bellamy reached that point of frustration, he could be ruthless with his words. With or without meaning to.

“Have you seen anyone else here?” You ask, hoping to ease the tension.

“Just Clarke, but I think she left,” he stepped closer to you, so he didn’t need to yell over the loud music. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you remember when we first spoke when you got out of the bunkers? You told me to watch my back in case my sister threw me into the fighting pits. How did you know she would?”

Your body becomes warm and flushed as you think back to your time living in that hell hole. “Octavia threatened mine and my son's lives when he was still just a baby. She constantly threw me into the fighting pit,” you pause as your voice begins to shake. “I did terrible things to survive to make sure I could be around to raise my child because of her. Blodreina would have thrown anyone into the pits without thinking twice.”

He lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have taken that out on Echo, but I just don’t know how to talk to her right now.”

“I can check on her for you.”

“Really?” He asks, “I guess.”

You shrug, “Why not? She means a lot to you and everyone else who was in space. I’d like to get to know her better.”

Bellamy gives you a soft smile and squeezes your arm, “Thank you... and congratulations on getting engaged.”

“How do you know about that?” your face twists in confusion.

“During the red sun, Murphy kept threatening Clarke for hurting his wife. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. I wish you guys all the best.”

“Thanks Bell.”

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You'll find Echo drinking by herself in the tavern. “Hey,” you say as you take a seat across from her. “Bellamy was being a total jackass and taking it out on you. Please don’t let it get to you.”

“I do miss them,” she says tearfully. “Monty and Harper I may not show it, but I do.”

“I know.”

“He was right; I felt myself closing down again.”

You feel bad for her, seeing how upset she is. “You’ve been fighting to survive since the moment you stepped foot on earth.”

“I’ve been fighting to survive all my life,” she says, taking a shot of her drink before letting out a deep sigh. “I was eight when Queen Nia’s army took our land. My father resisted. They killed him while my mother hid with me in the cellar. If you cry, they'll hear you, she told me. So I didn't. The best way to get rats out of their holes is to start a fire. I remember the way it smelled. But...the smoke…” she let out a loud sob. “Her hair...when Nia heard what happened, she executed the men who did it, had me brought to Troy and started my training.”

You reach across the table for her hand, “I’m so sorry, Echo, that’s horrific. I don’t know what to say except that from now on, we look forward, not back.”

“I haven't even told Bellamy about that,” she wiped her nose and nodded. “He thinks I’m just a cold-hearted azgeda spy.”

“Well, you're not Azgeda anymore, just as I'm not Skaikru. We are all family now.”

—

“John!” You called out, seeing Murphy walking towards your assigned room. He unlocked the door and waited for you to reach him. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I started talking to Echo, then tried to find you but the party was pretty much over.”

He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. “Danica, you look beautiful,” he slowly says, studying your face. “If your dress was any whiter, I’d marry you tonight.”

#the 100 #john murphy x reader #John Murphy x you #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fandom #John Murphy #murphy the 100 #Bellamy Blake #Clarke Griffin #echo the 100 #echo kom spacekru #John Murphy/oc #john murphy/you #john murphy/reader

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s1ater · 2 years

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death era.

part five of n/a.

ricky rocks. hm.

“what do we do with her?”

it had been two hours since athena had been knocked out by echo for her to finally just begin to wake up from her position that was tied against a tree.

raven had them all huddled away from octavia who begun to comfort her with a flask full of water, a look of frustration on her face. it seemed once again raven was on damage control and she had no idea on how to clean this one up.

“she punched bellamy, that’s enough for me to agree to allow her to stay,” murphy mumbled from his sitting position against the log, looking back to athena who could barely keep her head up. “maybe she’ll keep him off his pedestal.” “murphy, you’re not helping,” raven rolled her eyes, now looking over to bellamy who was leaned against a tree, sharpening his knife, not seeming to care at the discussion that was taking place. “what do we do bellamy?”

he only shrugs.

“why is she here then, bellamy?” she extends her arm out, suppressing annoyance, “what’s so special about her that you had to shoot her?”

his eyes flicked up to raven’s fast like she had struck a nerve before looking back down to the piece of stick, “you’ll see.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“she is.”

raven’s brows narrowed at his answer, slightly shaking her head in frustration as well as annoyance to the trap mouth he suddenly had, “unbelievable.”

raven didn’t have time for this, none of them did. they had been traveling for over a week, getting no where, without bellamy due to his spontaneous idea to pursue something.

something being her to their realization. screw bellamy for being so vague, even in times of need.

“do you trust her?” echo questioned, her eyebrows quirked while folding her arms with an earnest look on her face that bellamy knew not to push or ignore.

“no,” bellamy breathes out, pursing his lips, “but i trust her anger and she’s got a lot of it.”

it made raven narrow her brows harder as she looked at the girl, studying her a little more then she had before.

athena hadn’t seemed like an angry person to her. more or so paranoid and cautious, like she was waiting for someone to ambush her. but sure, she must have had a lot of anger built up with the punch she gave bellamy, it just didn’t seem like she lived in it.

raven decided to agree, her face raising up, a sigh passing past her lips, knowing this would be the best answer they’d get, “alright.” bellamy had been stalking the girl for weeks before laying next to her and practically cracking her skull open.

there was no use arguing, she could leave that to octavia who seemed to always have a firey passion to put her brother in his place, wrong or right.

“once we hit terminus, we can split from her,” he mumbled, his eyes gliding across the makeshift campground they had set up, slightly leaning away from the tree as he was ready to put the conversation to it’s end, “i have a feeling there’s something there for her that she’s not talking about, we get what we want and she gets what she wants.”

“and what more exactly do we want… besides our people?”

“something that’s not this,” there’s a curve in his lips now making eye contact with all three of them, nodding. “i’m done moving around, i’m ready to settle.”

it made raven smile softly at the change in octive his voice became. he seemed more enthusiastic at the thought of a settled future, one he wouldn’t have to put much thought into, because his life would already be planned out for him. it was a strange tone for bellamy, but none of them minded it.

“well, what’s our next step?” murphy looked between them all, not exactly satisfied with the conversation. “how are we going to get her to cooperate when bimbo over here hasn’t exactly been the most gracious to her.”

“that’s where octavia comes in,” they all look the girl who was squatting in front of athena, offering her water.

“i didn’t realize my brother was the one who did this to you.”

“nor did i,” athena was extremely lax for what had just happened to her and it left octavia anxious. she half expected the girl to be squirming against her tied position against the tree, but she didn’t move an inch. “guess i should have expected it.”

“why?”

“you both had the same damn back stories and i didn’t realize that until now,” she looks at octavia, eating up her features. “not to mention, you look inexplicably alike.”

she wants to smile, but it feels inappropriate. she took pride in looking like her brother up until now.

“you’re not mad?” octavia’s brow reaches high in concern, “i mean not mad—what’s going through your mind?”

athena hesitates, her eyes going from octavia to the group of people that were conversating far in front of them, “i think your people are going to kill me in my sleep.”

she can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

bellamy suddenly approaches, now beginning to untie athena from the tree with no words. octavia watches him carefully from the position she’s squatted in, looking between athena, who held the same skeptic look, then back to him. once he had the ropes unbounded from her, he pulls athena to her feet.

“bell, what’re you doing?”

“making a plan,” he now grips the back of the light leather brown coat she wore, forcefully guiding athena to the dying campfire where he further makes her sit.

“maybe be a little nicer…”

bellamy sits on the stump in front of her while the rest of the group gathered around, analyzing her better. she narrowed her brows, looking between each of them. yes, they would definitely kill her in her sleep.

“i need you to be cooperative,” his hands clasp in front of him and she’s almost unfamiliar with this persona of bellamy; hard but expressionless. “you’re taking us all to terminus, no bullshit. i’m not going to hurt you, i think we’re both over that, but you will take us there.”

she had a similar hard look on her face as she still looked between each of them, studying their faces hard, trying to find what the motive was in their eyes or if there was any. her chest felt an intense feeling of compression at their looks because they were almost unreadable.

she finally looked back to bellamy who was waiting for her to say something. his head is slightly tipped, watching her carefully, observing every detail that was written on her face. he fixates on the scratches and cuts that are pierced high on her skin—wondering if that was from him or if it was just the given scrapes from the wilderness.

shs doesn’t say anything.

“you sure she speaks?”

“i’m sure,” bellamy nods before getting to his feet, “she just needs a little motivation.”

“bellamy, what are you doing?” octavia gets to her feet too, but doesn’t move to follow him. they all watch him, especially athena; her stare is diligent and she tries hard not to allow a streak of emotion to cross her face—no matter how confused she was.

bellamy made his way over to where athena was previously tied up, reaching down to grab her pack. that’s when athena was fast to get to her feet, pushing against murphy and echo as they tried to hold her back from hounding his ass.

“bell, this isn’t necessary,” octavia shifts on her feet as she watches him slowly make his way over toward the fire, extending the bag over the fire.

“don’t.”

“oh, so she does speak,” murphy’s snide tone curls into her ear and she resists the urge to elbow him in the gut.

“we gonna make this harder than it needs to be?”

“we? bellamy this is only you,” athena’s eyes narrow down on him and she feels both his comrades grips loosen on her. “you shoot me, cut me, and now threaten to burn my belongings,” her look is nasty and she can feel the compression explode into anger at the thought of everything he had done to her.

“you want me to take you? fine i’ll take you, but you owe me, big time and don’t be mad when whatever you’re looking for, isn’t there.”

his mouth curves into a smirk, watching the way her eyes mount to his in such a resilient way, “deal.”

navigation.

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catoscloves · 2 years

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i don't understand why t100 s5 is so unpopular in fandom because imo it was easily the best written season of the entire series??? i mean

everyone's six year glowup was fantastic. all the characters looked really attractive. clarke, kabby (their whole aging gray hair thing was hot even if they became totally unbearable hypocrites), octavia, diyoza and mccreary, spacekru... also BELLAMY'S BEARD???? hello that was awesome he truly leaned into his Cheer Dad personality

becho was one of the sweetest and healthiest relationships. lack of flashback/spacekru centric ep aside (my only complaint about s5 tbh), they got through their past differences together, in an environment where they weren't in any significant danger or participated in opposite sides of a war (which lbr was the only reason their dynamic was "unhealthy" in the first place), and they were able to prioritize their mental health and become real friends who shared things about themselves

bloodreina and diyoza were the best villains ever??? their ice cold bad bitches personalities were so fascinating to watch onscreen. i get that octavia is unpopular because of her treatment of bell in s5 but as a character she totally POPPED (also wonkru's whole blood cult thing and eligius being full of sociopathic war criminals was great entertainment material, and part of what made my s5 watching experience so enjoyable)

spacekru slowly becoming fond of each other and transitioning into a found family over their six years together offscreen was amazing. their affection and loyalty towards each other was so heartwarming, they never cared about the war, or eligius vs octavia, only being reunited and spending time in each other's company. plus the group's banter/chemistry, the memori breakup + resulting angst/raven & emori friendship, bellamy being murphy's Big Brother/bullying murphy into recognizing his self worth/respecting and valuing murphy's input to the discussion (just murphamy's developed friendship in general), marper being involved in the memori breakup because they care about their friends' happiness, the echo/monty hug and echo/murphy friendship, emori comforting echo, bellamy refusing to leave raven behind, were also total highlights of the season

k*bby betraying octavia immediately when given the chance and leaving her to deal with the consequences of the cannibalistic blood cult, abby torturing raven (a girl she dared to call "daughter) for the sake of an addiction she couldn't control....... they finally revealed their true colors and it was glorious (and kinda sad because i could not stand them as characters anymore, although at least they remained consistent in their hypocrisy)

cl*rke torturing her own friends to "protect" the daughter she placed a shock collar on (and being called out by the narrative for it/not being handed blanket forgiveness) was absolutely amazing

mccreary and abby/diyoza (even kane) had ridiculous amounts of sexual tension, it was absurdly hot

i love vincent, that cannibalist freak. he's like a feral rabid pet and it was adorable (also he put kane's life in danger which was hilarious, in the sense that it served as abby's punishment)

the aesthetic appeal of wonkru and their hunger games style feeding ritual, octavia's tyranny, it was positively fucked up :D i also loved echo's arc as a "spy," subverting her inital role in the series (something that brought her so much vitriol from fandom) and using it for a positive purpose

it was horrifying and gruesome and violent which automatically gives it five stars in my book 😌

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I think a lot of ppl seem to forget that the time jump between season 4 and 5 was more than 6 years, while the events of seasons 1-4 were in the span of a year (maybe a year and a half).

So it’s understandable that characters would have a stronger bond with someone they were with for 6 years than someone they knew for only a year.

I totally understand spacekru need and want to protect each other and put each other first. But I also understand Clarke’s relationship with Maddi and the people in the bunker relationship with each other.

Shame that we didn’t see more of the six year jump especially with spacekru- they’re literally my favourites I love the seven of them with my whole heart.

So yeah basically what I’m trying to say, Bellamy was kinda right when he wanted to save his family (spacekru) and Clarke was also kinda right when she wanted to save her family (Maddie). Time changes ppl whether we like it or not. It changes relationships and the way we think.

But it’s also weird when ppl were calling characters like Bellamy, Clarke, and Octavia hypocrites and say they’re acting out of character. They’re not.

Bellamy and Clarke only knew each other for a year only, and while their friendship is strong, you can’t say that it’s stronger than their respective relationship with Maddie (Maddie and Clarke) and Spacekru (Spacekru and Bellamy)

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“they're not your people. azgeda is a memory. there is only wonkru and there is no place in it for you.” octavia, 506

“echo, it's not your fault. i've been there. it’s not your fault. you're my family, too.” octavia, 707

#t100edit #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #octaviablakeedit #echoedit #blake siblings #becho #octavia x echo #bellamy x octavia #bellamy x echo #bellamy x octavia x echo #katherinegifs

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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I have this beautiful headcanon where Bellamy breaks up with Echo upon reaching the ground and finding out that Clarke is still alive.

It may have taken them six years apart, but Clarke and Bellamy finally realize how much they're in love with each other.

Once they get together, Bellamy adopts Madi as his daughter (she already looks like both of them anyway) and they live happily ever after.

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clexa-bones · 1 year

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yes, virginia. there is a season five. however...

...perhaps unfortunately to some of you, it will be the final season, unless some sort of incredibly specific miracle happens. when i was about halfway through writing "the head in the game", i began envisioning this entire world, the whole story of all the characters start to finish, and the finish is what has functionally worked out to be season five.

i think a lot of wonderful stories have been ruined by the addition of extra seasons because the creators got greedy; either for money or fame or just validation. and as much as i love this world and the dopamine y'all give me in it, that's ultimately why i intend to stick to my plan regarding the, if you'll forgive me, 'bones' of the story.

this universe makes me very happy; i am honestly quite proud of my work, so grateful for the community, and i've truly grown to love the characters so much that it near physically pains me to say goodbye to them. i wish i never ever had to. but because i love them i want to do what is best for them, and for me, that means letting them go with grace & dignity.

telling a story after it should have ended is why walking dead aired so long. that's not a compliment.💀 and so i don't want to break something beautiful by holding it too tightly, and trying to force it to give more than it has to give; that isn't love.

also, i think we have all had enough of that pain from canon universes. i am only writing fanfic here, though i like to think i'd make the same choice even with a giant check in front of me... but regardless i, at least currently, cannot be swayed by fame, money, or marriage proposals. (unless you're tasya; then let's talk. i'll write whatever you want.)

i think this is a good thing, and i look forward to celebrating the final season with all of you. i'll leak y'all some preview content on here soon.

thank you so incredibly much for all your support & love you've so selflessly given the past.. jesus; 15 months??? seriously???

lol. it feels like a decade; i really am an absolute monster. thanks for sticking with me anyway.

- @irresponsibear (tasya's version)

#clexa bonesverse #lexa bones woods #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #clarke x lexa #lexa x clarke #clexa #becho #raven reyes x hope diyoza #bellamy blake x echo azgeda #irresponsibear #bones

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pr1dek1ng · 2 years

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3 months ago I was on season 4 of the 100 and Now I quit in season 6. Idk what it is but I cannot move forward with season 6, the vibe doesn’t feel right and I feel like the story got really boring. I unfortunately know how the show ends with our…sorta clexa endgame. But I will do a little review and go from there

Season 1 was a good season and ngl a comfort season if you will. Getting to know our characters and what not

Season 2 was a holy fuck stressful season itself with so much that had happened. Bellamy carried that season on his back like a champ he was by far my favorite of the season

Season 3 was just complete bullshit imo but it was also my favorite. I’m more pissed off that we lost Lincoln and…and lexa within I believe back to back episodes. How she died was complete bullshit by a stray bullet and then Lincoln executed like FUCK MAN. I’m extremely happy we got clexa before tragedy struck with THAT scene😏. Seeing clexa reunite in the city of light had me BALLING like a whole baby I think I cried that whole entire episode and that I love you made me sob so hard😭 good season but shit deaths

Season 4 I think was pretty cool especially meeting Luna, Emori and other characters. Seamechanic had me sold and it sucks that they weren’t made into a couple with them ruining Luna’s character and killing her off (let’s be real she could’ve solo’s EVERYONE in that conclave) the ending had me in tears and it was just a phenomenal season

Season 5 was a complete total different vibe to it. 3 groups in different places was cool too (didn’t like Octavia this season AT ALL) Clarke with madi and knowing she’s basically a mini lexa had me sad as hell. Echos whole turn around as a character was awesome I loved her this whole season, Bellamy I didn’t really care for much at all still a favorite tho. Murphy as well he became top 10 of my favorite characters of all time. Madi getting the chip and lexa speaking through madi had me in tears I miss her sm. And Harper and Monty’s deaths were NOT something I expected at all which had me BALLING so hard at I loved them both bro it’s not fair.

#clexa #the 100 #the 100 season 1 #john murphy #emori kom spacekru #echo the 100 #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #octavia blake #luna kom floukru #conclave #lexa kom trikru #clarke x lexa #madi griffin

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gaybatmanenthusiast · 7 months

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SHELTERED HEARTS (oneshot)

(BELLAMY BLAKE X MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 691

⋆★ warnings : N/A

⋆★ summary : Bellamy and reader go on a scavenging mission, but their journey takes a turn when they stumble upon a mysterious bunker!!!

⋆★ extra : 3rd pov is the loml tbh, rewatching the 100 rn i’m only on season 1 but getting back into it fast lol

Bellamy Blake and (M/N) roamed the desolate wasteland, their eyes keenly searching for any signs of resources that could sustain their people's survival. For days, they forged ahead, their solidarity unwavering despite the unforgiving landscape that loomed before them.

Under the scorching sun, their steps echoed through the empty plains, with only the winds of uncertainty to accompany them. The silence between them was neither awkward nor uncomfortable, but rather a testament to their unspoken bond and shared trust.

Then, in the distance, a glimmer of hope beckoned them forward. A metallic shine caught their attention, capturing their curiosity and fueling their expedition. With renewed determination, they hastened their pace, drawn to the enticing unknown ahead.

As they approached, Bellamy's eyes widened with intrigue. Before them lay a weathered and forgotten metal door, seemingly guarding secrets accumulated over years. (M/N)'s heartbeat quickened with anticipation as Bellamy, ever-vigilant, pushed the door open, revealing a hidden passage leading underground.

Guided by the soft illumination of their flashlights, they descended, their steps echoing through the dimly lit bunker. It was as if they had stumbled upon a sanctuary, untouched by time itself. The air whispered tales of survival, and the shelves lining the walls were laden with provisions, medicine, and survival gear.

Bellamy's gaze shifted between (M/N) and the precious supplies that lay before them. A flicker of relief and gratitude danced in his eyes, mirroring the emotions pulsing through both their hearts. It was more than just sustenance they had discovered; it was a sanctuary offering safety and a renewed hope for the future. After ensuring the distribution of supplies, Bellamy and (M/N) found themselves with a moment of respite inside the hidden bunker.

The shelves weren’t only lined with gear but also had forgotten gadgets, relics from the past that piqued their curiosity. An impish smile played on Bellamy's lips as he glanced at (M/N).

"Think any of these things still work?" he asked, eyes flickering with mischievous excitement. (M/N) chuckled and exchanged a knowing look, ready to indulge Bellamy's curiosity.

They began rummaging through the assortment of gadgets, dusting off the layers of neglect. Bellamy found an old cassette player, and with a glint in his eye, he pressed a button, revealing a long forgotten melody. The crackling sound of music filled the bunker, transporting them to a time before chaos had reigned.

(M/N) decided to join the fun, stumbling upon an ancient video game console. His smile widened, and he immediately plugged it in, eager to experience a sensation of gaming but it didn’t come. But turns out the old piece of junk didn’t work after 97 years untouched.

As the duo played, their competitive banter filled the air, a refreshing respite from the weight of responsibility that had been placed on their shoulders. They let go of their worries, finding solace and connection within these remnants of a world left behind.

The atmosphere in the bunker grew electric as they exchanged playful glances and lively laughter. They’re cheerful demeanours turning into something of an unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface. They moved closer, their shoulders brushing, creating sparks where their bodies touched.

With an unspoken understanding, their eyes locked, their demeanours shifting into something deeper. Slowly, they leaned in, lips meeting in a gentle, lingering kiss. As their kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still, They reveled in the sweetness of the moment, cherishing the intimacy they had found amidst the chaos outside of being on the ground.

Eventually, they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other. Their breath came in soft, synchronic rhythm, their very souls feeling anchored to one another. They smiled at eachother, taking in one another but before they got carried away they remembered what they came here for.

So with urgency and care, they gathered what they could carry, ensuring that their people would have a fighting chance in this unforgiving place. As they emerged from the depths of the bunker, the weight of their findings in their arms, Bellamy and (M/N) felt a renewed sense of something, for eachother.

Back at camp, they distributed the supplies, ensuring a fair share for all. Both giving eachother mischievous smile, before going back into Bellamy’s tent together that night.

#bellamy blake #the 100 #bellamy blake the 100 #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x male reader #bellamy blake x m! reader #the 100 x male reader

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belltaviasbff · 1 year

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bellamy: you remind me of an old flame of mine

echo: how so?

bellamy, tearing up: CLARKE WAS A GIRL TOO.

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topazy · 2 years

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The fierce and broken

Parings: Raven Reyes x reader

Warnings: None

Chapter: 2.11

“John?”

Murphy stopped bouncing the ball in his hand against the wall and looked at you, “What?” He frowned, seeing the book in your hand. “Don’t tell me, it’s another question about some damn love story again.”

You let out a chuckle, “Well kinda.”

He rolls his eyes and starts bouncing the ball again, tutting. “What is it this time?”

“Do you think true love exists? Like the type of love they describe in books? The kinds where you’d kill or be killed for them. I can’t imagine it being real.”

“And you're asking me?” He scoffs. “How the hell would I know? The only person I tolerate is you.”

You chuckle at his words before returning your attention to the latest book you’d borrowed from the library. Your eyes skimmed over the pages as you thought about your own question. The truth was, aside from John, you couldn’t imagine caring about anyone who wasn’t your parents enough to risk your own life to save theirs.

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Your heart leaps in your chest the moment the chamber doors open. Bellamy. You knew he’d come back.

He rushed to your cage and unlocked it before helping you stand. He quickly turns to unlock Echo’s and says, “Listen to me. There's an army inside this room, and I need you to help me get them ready to fight. Can you do that? Good. Start with him.”

The other grounders start to rattle their cages in excitement as you start to unlock other cages, which makes it harder to hear what Bellamy is saying.

“There's an army outside going for the main door. When they get it open, all hell will break loose. That is the signal for my friends to come here, and…”

He is cut off by a voice on the P.A. System. “My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking. I have news to share with you that will change all of our lives forever. For 97 years, Mount Weather has been our home. It's kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we've had to do to survive. We've done these things for one reason... so that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today.”

“He's making it public!”

“Before my friend Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the outsiders still roaming this mountain, she discovered a cure. It was in their bone marrow.”

You shake your head, this wasn't good. “Whatever your plan is, Bell, we better do it fast. We don’t have long before they come here.”

He nods in agreement and heads towards the doors again.

“Where are you going?” Echo asks.

“We need to find our people. You should get the rest of yours ready to fight. Once we’ve found ours, we will come back for you.”

The grounder looks stunned for a moment, then says, “Thank you!”

Bellamy looked back at her, “You free your people. Protect mine when they get here. We can thank each other when we're all outside.”

—

You jumped at the sound of a gunshot. When Bellamy opened the door to the room, you were shocked to see a dead soldier lying on the ground with blood pooling around his head.

“We need to get everyone into the harvest chamber. You'll be safer there.”

“Will it be safe?” Jasper asks.

“Trust us, it’s safer than here.”

You shift uncomfortably when you feel eyes on you. You look down and remember why people would stare. The only thing covering your modesty was dirty and bloodied bandages. Maya sensed your uneasiness and took off her cardigan and gave it to you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

She gives you a kind smile before stepping back to stand beside her father. Her father looked proud that his daughter was being so kind. You wondered if your father would be proud of you and the things you’d done to survive.

“Let's go,” Bellamy says, clenching his jaw and turning to face the opposite end of the corridor before leading the way.

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As you, Bellamy, Miller, Monty, Jasper, and Maya rushed towards the harvest chamber, your footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The tension was thick after Monty informed you that the mountain men knew about the grounders' army after hearing the plan over the radio.

You had been so preoccupied with trying to save your people in the mountains that you hadn’t stopped to think about the ones outside. Are they safe? Are they even alive?

You swallow down thickly, as it takes a moment for the panic to leave your system. You needed to prepare yourself for an answer you didn’t want to hear. “Did you speak to Raven? Before you came back for me?” Bellamy nods. “How was she?”

“Raven is going to do what she does best.”

You think for a second before a small smile plays on your lips, “She’s going to make something go boom.”

#the 100 #Raven Reyes x you #raven reyes x reader #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fandom #Echo the 100 #Bellamy Blake #the 100 season two #the fierce and broken #Raven Reyes #raven the 100 #mount weather #raven reyes/you #raven reyes/reader #John Murphy #the 100 rewrite

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s1ater · 2 years

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death era.

part seven of n/a.

ricky rocks. no thoughts

one day. one day left till they’d be at terminus. athena feels her whole body itching at the matter that what was once an idea, a nightmare, something that was breathing down her neck as she tore each and every individual map down—is now a reality.

she’s ahead of the pack today. they leave her to herself, let her do her own thing as if she has now earned the privilege of privacy after these few days.

she digs her feet into the rotting wood of the train tracks with each step, thinking of how she even got to this point. this was the first time she could really hear her thoughts, therefore the first time she could really look over the reality of everything.

she was shot. and now she’s civil with the man who shot her.

it all happened so fast.

“wait.”

bellamy’s call caused her to stop in her tracks and finally look up upon what stood in front of her, clear as day; a tall bricked bridge, looming over the railway.

“fuck,” she swears under her breath at the obstacle in sight. this was not on any of the maps.

“well, what now?” murphy sighs, speaking the real question at hand.

it’s silent as they all think of the burdening reality, “we could go around,” raven rubs the side of her face as she stares at the eyesore looming in their path and hears the unmistakable sounds of walkers coming from within. “there’s no telling how many are in there. better safe than sorry.”

“going around will only make our trip twice as long. we can’t risk going off of estimated time that our group is on,” bellamy shuts the idea down, clenching his jaw to the interference.

“bellamy, that’s insane,” murphy shakes his head, extending his arm out to the brick. “we don’t know how many are in there, in fact we don’t know how long that tunnel goes. we could get stuck.”

“we’ve dealt with worse.”

they all feel frustration to his reluctance at the risk. there was no understanding to why he was so persistent on this; bellamy was always so cautious and always so careful, so why now was he letting his guard down?

he was getting anxious.

“athena?”

“yeah?”

“what do you think?”

she bites the inside of her cheek, what she thinks, they’re not going to like. she still fixates on the wall and the more her silence coats the air, the more her answer becomes clear. through the tunnel.

“it’s too risky,” raven is quick to interject as if stopping athena’s irrational thinking. “it’s clear as day what’s in there.”

“but if you want to get where you’re going; on time, and ahead of the game; the tunnel,” athena clutches her gun tightly before turning to finally face them. “walkers are easy to clear, if there’s anything worse than that, it’ll still take less time than walking around.”

“ahead of the game?” echo arches her brow, facing the girl better. “what do you mean?”

“terminus will know we’re coming if your friends are already there. they’ll be on guard and waiting,” she’s shifting, unsure how they’ll take her skepticism. “if they are… what i hear they are, we’ll want to be ahead of the game.”

“and what exactly are they?” murphy frowns hard, hating that she’s now just voicing her thoughts of doubt to this sanctuary.

“something i’ve been trying to stay away from.”

he stares at her before shaking his head at the vagueness, “you both are dumbasses,” murphy turns to the group as a whole. “i’ll take the time, you’re not dragging me through the damn thing.”

“i think murphy’s fear of the dark is coming to haunt him.”

“shut up,” murphy rolls his eyes, “you want to go through that, echo?”

“nope.”

“so, i guess it’s settled,” raven looks to them all. “we’ll go around. unless you two still care to travel through.”

athena unintentionally looks to bellamy who already stares back. they say nothing.

“neither of you are disagreeing,” octavia looks between the two of them, almost sounding confused. “why?”

“o, it’s not the worst idea,” bellamy’s hand clasps her shoulder, giving her the big brother sympathy smile. “what’s the worst that can happen?”

she looks at him tightened features of frustration. she hates how stubborn he is, especially in situations like these where there is no time to waste, “this better not be for her.”

her. that seems to pull on something in his mind which makes his softness falter, “i’m going. if any of you want to come, you can. otherwise go around and we’ll meet at the end or terminus.”

there’s a visible grumble between each of them.

“you too then?”

athena looks surprised when they look to her. she presses her lips into a thin line, trying the best she can to look sympathetic—failing, “we’ve gotta start this departing process sooner or later.”

octavia scoffs, but it’s sad, “yeah, i guess so.”

“god,” echo is the first one to move, marching straight to athena. her eyes rack her up and down as she advances to the her with unintelligent intentions.

she almost flinches when echo reaches her hand out with a gun as an offering, “i trust you more than him to give me back this gun. don’t be any more foolish than you have been deciding to go in there.”

they stare at each other, unblinkingly. this is an act of civility. this is an act of respect. athena takes the gun, nodding in appreciation.

“may we meet again, young goddess.”

“the first time i’ve seen you to be in such a rush like this was when you shot me.”

“sometimes, you just can’t waste time,” he doesn’t even try to seem sympathetic toward his very extreme and recent mistake.

athena stays silent and her mind goes back to moments before, when they all parted ways and she could hear octavia whisper in his ear—mentioning someone, mentioning the her that could be making him so restless.

“who’s clark?”

he seems to choke at the question at hand.

athena wouldn’t care. she doesn’t. she wasn’t even sure why she was attempting to make conversation—but it made this trip in the dark easier.

“what?”

“listen, i don’t particularly care for your personal life, bellamy… but i want to know. all this for a girl?”

“all this for family,” he corrects her fast. “not just for a girl.”

she scoffs, “right.”

“why do you care?” his tone is more sour than predicted, because he’s offended now; offended for her prying on something that didn’t concern her.

“i don’t.”

“you do,” he smiles in annoyance but she can’t see due to him following from behind. “you just can’t believe that other people want to actually be with other people. be honest, you can’t stand the matter of trust and compatibility because of whatever issues you dragged in from before the fall.”

she clenches her jaw tightly at his words, pushing her teeth together in order not to retaliate. it takes everything in her to keep walking in a line and not turn to sock him in the face.

he didn’t know her. he didn’t know what she went through to get to this point. he doesn’t understand what it’s like to be her. she kept wrapping those words around her mind, over and over, trying to justify whatever it was that she was feeling. trying to not fall guilty to his words for being so untrusting.

he realizes his foul words once five seconds of silence settles in and she continues to keep her mouth zipper shut. he almost regrets it.

athena now begins to question why she decided to travel with him alone. she was hoping to be alone with her thoughts, that the level of trust they had in her would allow her to go by herself in this dark and cold, cold tunnel.

trust.

bellamy must have had the same idea. but there they go, once again, intruding in on one another.

athena kicks her feet into the train tracks as she walks with her flashlight lighting up the ground and the rusty old rails left from previous society. she keeps her eyes on the ground, swallowing the irritation of the truth tightening around her lungs.

“woah,” she feels a sudden pull on her shoulder to stop walking and suddenly, clear as day, she can hear all the walkers even more clearly, in need for hunger. “pay attention.”

her eyes raise to realization of the cement pile right in front of them that must have collapsed from the ceiling above. she shines her flash light around, getting a clear speculation of the environment and the possible dangers.

bellamy’s hand still clutches her shoulder as he does the same before pushing her behind him. she watches him with curiosity once he pulls out a knife from his belt, walking to the side of the debris, where open space laid, “follow me, carefully.”

she did without thought, pulling out her own blade in pursuit. the dead are buried deep in the pyramid of collapsed remains, making their limbs inaccessible, but their mouths still equally at advantage. it’s no problem to bellamy. he stabs them straight through the skull like light work, athena only follows.

the cut path through the rubble is eventually stopped short, causing them to climb up the uneven and rocky path. the real problem is then displayed from above.

“shit,” she drops her hands in a distraught feeling.

there had to have been more than twenty walkers roaming at their feet, taking notice fast to their presence due to the light bellamy shown on each of them.

“we don’t have enough amo for this.”

he looks back at her and she can already see the mock in his eyes, “well, good thing clearing walkers is easy.”

she returns the look with a narrowing one, “after you then.”

he smirks at her, looking like the cocky son of a bitch she first met, “thought you’d never ask.”

she smiles back with annoyance as he pulls out his gun and nods. he begins to take shots from above before ascending down the rubble, hitting each walker in the head. athena does the same but doesn’t move from her high end position.

this was the first time she had seen him put in real work. there was always sight of walkers on their trek, but there was never a sweat with the six of them. but now, bellamy was resilient and crazy efficient considering the clear amount of dead outnumbering to him.

“you gonna stay up there all day or are you going to help me?”

“i’m doing more work than you,” the next bullet she shoots goes close to bellamy’s head, hitting a walker in the throat that was close to grabbing him. he connects eyes with her before stabbing it in head.

she changes the clip once she begins to shoot blanks, taking a single step forward in doing so—but the ground beneath her feet becomes uneven and suddenly gives at her weight, sending her down the crumbled cement and against a wall.

she swears, crying out in pain at the sudden realization of the large amount of debris trapping her foot to the ground. she tries to yanks at her limb, trying to pull it from the stuck position, but she only realizes it’s permanent.

“fuck!”

“athena?” she can’t see bellamy, but she can hear him and the confusion riddled within his voice. “athena, what happened?”

she grunts at the discomfort, trying to situate around the remains pinning her to the floor, “fuck, i’m stuck.”

she can hear him and the way he shifts around and back up the hill of breakage, before finding her in the position that she was in. he looks at her, almost like he’s disappointed, “oh jesus, athena.”

she lets out a laugh that came from her throat, one that wasn’t intentional and didn’t really even sound like a laugh, but more of a gasp of air. she clutches her ribs, finding a new pain and hurt.

“yeah, yeah, please just-” she coughs and then grunts again in attempt to pull at her leg, “please just help me.”

he stares at her, wide eyes now, as if terrified upon this conclusion. he couldn’t process the unfamiliarity of the so sudden desperation in her voice. he was still getting used to any sound coming from her mouth in the first place and he hadn’t even really heard her speak that much since…

“are you just going to stand there or..?”

he moves, carefully walking down the new shifted path from her fall, “are you okay?”

his question shocks her. she’s unsure whether or not she hit her head on the way down, “yes.”

“you don’t look okay.”

“i’ll feel much better once you get this damn rock off my foot.”

“okay,” he nods, shifting further down and closer to her so he can examine what pinned her down. he looks at her, taking in the expressions of pain that crossed her face before he finally wraps his fingers around the main rock weighing her down. he pulls, giving it all he can, but it fails and any sign of budge, only goes back down on her foot.

“shit,” she sinks at the realization, pressing the back of her head against the wall.

“i can try again-“

“no,” she sighs, clutching her ribs harder. “it wouldn’t even budge, it’s not worth trying again.”

“what do you suggest then?” he stares at her with sympathy clouding his eyes—it makes her sick. “me not trying again is me-“

“bellamy,” she waves his words away, “bellamy, behind you.”

he looks quick to see the head of a walker, pressing against the small wall of debris separating them. he moves faster than she can focus, moving back over the mountain and toward the hungry hounds of death. there’s more gunfire and unpleasant sounds that send her into a spiral of reality that she would probably die like this.

no, you’re being silly.

why’s everything so suddenly hot?

“athena,” he’s in front of her again, his hand grabbing onto her forearm. “let’s try this again,” he nods, waiting for her to nod back or give him some sign of compliance.

“fine.”

he again, tries to lift the large piece of cement, but again, fails. he takes a seat across from her, rubbing his mouth in thought. he looks beyond frustrated now.

“i’m fine. i’ll be fine.”

“shut up,” he doesn’t care for any variation of reassurance or sympathy she had for him. that only meant she was giving up and that lead to those words. “you can barely breathe. you probably broke a rib or two by the way your dumbass is holding yourself.”

“piss off,” she exhales sharply. “just leave me.”

“shut up.”

he hates how easily she gives up. he doesn’t understand it.

“bellamy, be honest with yourself. you never needed me,” she huffed. “all you had to do was follow the damn train tracks. you don’t need me. face it, the dead will get me before you get this damn thing off me.”

he stares at her strangely, like she was out of her mind. he had never seen her like this; not in this delusion that somehow made her look so soft. he didn’t understand how she so easily was accepting of this; accepting this seemingly inevitable death that had been following her around. he can’t help but think this is his fault.

“i’m not going to leave someone who obviously needs help.”

“are you talking about now or when we first met?”

both.

bellamy had a nose for those kinds of things—when people are in desperate need of being saved and athena practically reeked of the need for saving. not saving from someone or something, but from herself.

“i’m fine.”

“stop saying that,” he eyes her hard now. she wants to get away from it; from the way he looked so disappointed in her. “you’re not going to die today, i’m not going to let you.”

“why do you care?”

he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from almost smiling, “i don’t.”

“fuck you.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, princess,” he stands, once again trying to pry the object from her foot. “we still gotta get out of here.”

“bellamy, stop, bellamy,” her voice becomes petrified to the realization of the sudden build up of walkers around them. “bellamy look!”

he swings up fast, firing an empty gun with desperation till a loud sound of someone else firing rounds pierces both their ears. bellamy is fast to hunch over athena at the sound before it stops and a sharp laugh fills the air.

“and you fuckers thought this would be the faster way.”

the campfire seemed to have been even more chattier than usual, especially after the rescue operation the rest of the group had executed on athena and bellamy.

after twenty minutes, they had been able to wrench the piece of wreckage from athena’s foot with not just bellamy, but echo and murphy. there was an immediate relief and a reality check upon realization that she wasn’t dying and she must have seemed like a complete fool in front of bellamy.

she only had two broken ribs like bellamy had guessed, and once raven did the best she could to bandage her up, they set up camp right in the stone tunnel.

“how about you little goddess? you never told us your story.”

it takes athena awhile to realize raven’s the one talking to her with a smirk that could be mistaken for a smile placed on her face. it caused her breathing to become uneven, still not used to the presence and mock of another human being. she almost found it to be more horrifying than a walker—human judgment.

athena never thought the day where she’d have to speak the words of what she had done aloud would come. it was her worst nightmare, having to admit what she did. she thought she’d have time, a long time, or forever for that matter.

she stays silent for the longest time to the point that raven begins to think she didn't hear her until she utters the words everyone else usually does, “it doesn’t matter.”

bellamy realized that athena’s mouth once again became a steel trap upon the arrival of the others. while murphy, echo, and him pulled the large debris from her foot, her panic had flown away like a bird and she once again soaked in her silence. he wonders if in the small moments of delusion she had before hand, whether or not he could have gotten this story out of her himself.

“hey, just because you went through hell a little more than usual today, doesn’t give you a free pass,” murphy scoffed even though him of all people would use the same phrase—until echo nagged on him long enough—having her own phrase at hand.

“past is important, without it what’s the point of living? it makes you who you are.”

she used it many times on him even though echo wasn’t one to be interested in other people’s lives, especially murphy’s, but she valued memories and past—she couldn’t imagine trying to disregard it.

“well there really isn't a point in living, at this point, is there?” athena glanced back once hearing it, missing half of their eye rolls. she was putting up a front that began to resemble more and more like murphy’s and they weren’t about to go down that rabbit hole again. “you don’t want to know my story.”

“you really must be fun at parties.”

“the funnest,” she mumbled, staring down at the fire despite never had been to a party of any kind, maybe a birthday or two, but never a generic party.

“no, but really,” murphy mumbled, “what happened to you?”

“i bet she was a rich pretty girl,” raven mumbled, smiling at the slightest as she stared at athena, hoping for some rise out of her. “who had a princess life with everything handed to her.”

“did you have a boyfriend?” murphy was looking to add on. everyone knew taunting was one of the best ways to get answers if nothing else was working. “i bet you did. probably super hot right? football captain, probably had a couple of scholarships too, huh? told you he loved you second date, bought you a promise ring and made promises that someday the two of you would get married but… that didn’t exactly goes as plan, you know what i mean?”

athena looked up, slightly confused as to what was going on. she was familiar with the feeling of being taunted, manipulated into getting answers and anger, but it was strange. she had never experienced something like it, like this in a very long time. the nature of it was very off-putting and she almost thought it wasn’t real.

bellamy shared a look with echo who seemed just as lost to murphy’s plan while octavia found entertainment in it. she herself wanted to know the truth, the answers to athena’s past so bad, she could hardly care for how they got it out of her.

“i bet he left you-” “murphy,” bellamy gave him a pointed look, telling him to knock it off because in the off chance that all words coming from murphy’s mouth were true.

“no,” athena shook her head to the slightest, “you really want to know?”

they all looked to her and she raised an eyebrow to which they all gingerly nodded, aside from bellamy who narrowed his brows at her, not believing this to be the best decision, but murphy had once again proved to be the master of manipulation.

it was silent and athena adjusted herself, preparing to unleash the horrid truth of her past, something she wished not to do. but a strange feeling in her chest wanted her to prove herself… that she didn’t have it as easy as murphy had guessed and her life was anything but romantic.

“i lived a basic military life just like you guys did,” she wiped her mouth, hating the gross feeling that collapsed around her with the sudden reminiscing. “we moved around a lot, i was put into camps, i was taught to shoot a gun, to use a knife… all that basic combat bullshit that never seemed useful until now.”

her lips slightly twitched upward in a smile, thinking back to all the labor she underwent that she used to think was so useless—thinking all of it was for nothing…

“my father seemed to have known it before anyone else,” she had her lips presssed together, now focusing tightly on the campfire and nothing else. it almost made octavia stop her from continuing, suddenly knowing that there was some large variant of grief within this story. “i didn’t have a boyfriend and i’ve never even came close to saying i love you to anyone. he shoved us into a bunker before any of that… could happen i guess—me and my sisters and my mom... before we even knew. thought he was crazy.”

“you have sisters?” murphy quirked a brow, adjusting himself against the log he was leaned up against.

“used to.”

“what do you mean ‘used to’?”

“he killed them.”

it's silent and their stomachs swell to the painful truth, something unexpected.

bellamy looked up rather quick, almost shocked by her words just as the rest, but he resisted making any other movements that would clarify how taken aback he was by how straight forward she was—by the way there was no sign of emotion in the core of her voice.

“there was a night when the generator shut down halfway through dinner and everything was dark, so dark,” her voice suddenly layered over with hurt and almost fear that it made octavia worry, it made her want to cover her ears. “he told us to stay in our rooms and i was just sitting there in silence, in darkness, and then the screaming started.

“i knew he was coming for us all after he killed my mother, and then hera. he knocked on each of our doors and once he was at ophelia’s, he killed her with an axe before she could even process,” pause, athena inhaled, her voice leveling onto a different tone, deeper, suppressing any sound that clued to weakness. “see, i was smart, he knew i was smart, he always said i was his stupid fucking prodigy child. that’s why i ran.”

and then silence, again.

but murphy was the only one brave enough to keep talking, not brave but the only one who didn’t have enough courtesy to keep his mouth shut, “so what happened?” echo nudge him, but he ignored her, continuing to speak, “i mean, you didn’t run, you couldn’t have.”

“you’re right,” she looked up, “i killed him, and then i ran.”

“just like that?”

“just like that. me or him, he knew that,” athena inhaled, straightening out her back as if she was done with story time, “it was a final test and only one of us could walk out of that bunker alive.”

it was then that everything seemed to have made sense for bellamy. as he stared and analyzed more closely with the fire dancing up the side of her face as she sat calmly, he then knew, and understood.

this is what she needed to be saved from.

being a heavily raised military kid already meant you were held dead inside from all the training they pounded down into your brain, all the people you met, screaming in your face, you grew up fast.

bellamy usually felt no remorse for anyone; what happens to you, happens to you for a reason. whether that being karma or just the simple fact of needing to learn a lesson, but what happened to athena, shouldn’t happen to anyone.

he felt remorse for her. especially after remembering what he had said in the tunnel.

be honest, you can’t stand the matter of trust and compatibility because of whatever issues you dragged in from before the fall.

wow, that was really kicking his ass.

“i’m not like any of you, and i never will be. i cant help someone out of the goodness of my heart, especially now, because my father taught me the biggest lesson of all; you can’t trust anyone, not even those closest to you.”

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