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ultr4vjolence · 5 months

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@ULTR4VJOLENCE MISC RECS .ᐟ

𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AARON HOTCHNER

ᥫ᭡ a joyful future

a criminal minds big family!au where aaron gets the love and security he deserves.

ᥫ᭡ agents and asphodel

you hand in your resignation to the BAU.

there is no fanfare, no warning. one minute you’re there, and three weeks later, you’re gone, ousted at the insistence of strauss. but an unknown past holds the key to your personal horror story, one that you thought ended years before and is back with a vengeance — one set on taking you far, far away from the people you call your family.

ᥫ᭡ of terrible coffee and late-night rides

he watches you. maybe the two beers are going to his head, despite his infamous reputation as a heavyweight — all he knows is that his eyes follow as you slip through the crowds, sending beaming grins to some people you know from the office, and... you don’t know, do you? you don’t know how you make people feel. how you make every person you lay eyes on feel like they’re the only one you see; like they’re one in a million. important. you capture their attention with just one look and you keep it, too. you never go away — you burrow yourself into his brain and make a place for yourself there and—

their brains. that’s what he meant.

or: moments throughout your relationship with one aaron hotchner.

ᥫ᭡ moments

agent aaron hotchner, your boss, absolutely hated you. he was suspicious of your true intentions. but you were determined to prove yourself to him, no matter how long it took. or— the long, painful, winding road it takes for you and aaron to get your happily ever after.

ᥫ᭡ intelligence & issues

you’ve been working for the BAU for almost a year now. you know how you feel about your supervisor, but you also know it’s a lost cause. when the next case the BAU is assigned takes the team to your hometown, will it bring the two of you closer, or rip you apart for good?

ᥫ᭡ a hard day’s night

after graduation from the FBI Academy, all new agents go through a year of new agent training before becoming official agents of the bureau. by some stroke of luck, you get assigned to complete your training with the department you’ve always wanted to join— the behavioral analysis unit. you signed up for a year of profiling, case work, and catching serial killers, but you’re in for more than you could ever dream of…

ᥫ᭡ wanna be yours

professor hotchner’s criminal law class has a reputation. professor hotchner has a reputation. on your first day, you manage to draw his anger. he seems to hate you. what happens behind closed doors... that’s a different story.

ᥫ᭡ accidents

as the newest member of the BAU, you had nothing but professional respect for your boss, ssa aaron hotchner. sure, he was an attractive man, but your mind had never strayed even close to considering him as anything more than a capable and accomplished unit chief. this changes drastically through a series of “accidents” and in the end, there is nothing professional about your relationship anymore.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ SPENCER REID

ᥫ᭡ 3

is it okay to do wrong things for the right reasons? they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions (feat. unsub reader). this is not a love story. there will be no happy ending.

ᥫ᭡ phoenix

it’d been 10 weeks since spencer died in your arms. at least, that’s what you thought. (rewrite of the emily/doyle arc with spencer taking emily’s place)

ᥫ᭡ be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

“i love you, i love you,” he murmured between pecks. tangled in the sheets, his long arms still enveloped your form as he peeked up at the small clock on the bedside table behind you, a heavy sigh promptly escaping his lungs as he read the time, “but i really gotta get up and go to work…”

ᥫ᭡ here to misbehave

spencer spots you at a nightclub and quickly becomes smitten. only problem is he’s an FBI agent and you’re under 21.

ᥫ᭡ domesticity

reader gets worked up watching spencer with kids. he notices.

ᥫ᭡ santa’s gift

reader asks her husband what he wants for christmas.

ᥫ᭡ sunscreen & statistics

reader asks for spencer’s help putting on sunscreen (and washing it off after).

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AEGON II TARGARYEN

ᥫ᭡ when the world is crashing down

your family is house celtigar, one of rhaenyra’s wealthiest allies. in the aftermath of rook’s rest, aemond unknowingly conscripts you to save his brother’s life. now you are in the lair of the enemy, but your loyalties are quickly shifting…

ᥫ᭡ north to the future

the year is 1999. you are just beginning your veterinary practice in juneau, alaska. aegon is a mysterious, troubled newcomer to town. you kind of hate him. you are also kind of obsessed with him. falling for him might legitimately ruin your life… but can you help it? oh, and there’s a serial killer on the loose known only as the ‘ice fisher.’

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ AEMOND TARGARYEN

ᥫ᭡ the pawn in every lover’s game

when you’re ten, your father sends you to king’s landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. a lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.

ᥫ᭡ children of the empire

you are the eldest daughter of rhaenyra, princess of dragonstone, and twin to her heir, prince jacaerys. when your younger brother assails your uncle in a childhood squabble, your grandsire, the king viserys, offers your hand in marriage as payment for aemond’s lost eye. plighted in a match that is beheld by many and desired by none, you find yourself alone in a nest of vipers, forced to watch as your mother and the queen maneuver and vie for influence within the court and the realm. despite your youth, fears, and insecurity, you know you must apply your will and wits to one claim or another, but this choice becomes more and more difficult as you find yourself further entrenched within the family who would see your mother and siblings fed to the flames.

ᥫ᭡ studious

your marriage to the one-eyed prince is not as romantic as you hoped. the wedding night is beyond awkward and confusing, and afterward, your husband seems more than content to ignore you. but you keep finding yourself drawn to him, and the strange way he makes you feel.

ᥫ᭡ to make them love me (and make it seem effortless)

you clutch the collar of his shirt. “why do you want to marry me, aemond?”

he looks down at you, and his hands twitch by his sides, no doubt wanting to feel your warmth permeate through your clothes. he can feel your heart hammering underneath your ribs, and he’s sure that if you slide your hands lower, you could feel his racing similarly. your body melds so perfectly to his, and you breathe in sync, as if engaged in a dance of their own. every molecule of your body thrums to life underneath his fingers, every second that passes between you is charged with a tension that threatens to push the both of you over the precipice, and still you do not see.

he hates that, even with one eye, he does.

you await his answer with bated breath, but he sees the way your eyes briefly flicker down to his lips.

ᥫ᭡ take me to the lakes (where all the poets went to die)

you and prince aemond hadn’t seen each other for years since you left the red keep. now, you’re back.

ᥫ᭡ comet donati

sex, drugs, boy bands. you are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help comet donati through a recent crisis. things are casual with aegon, very not-casual with aemond. loosely inspired by one direction.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ JOEL MILLER

ᥫ᭡ i know it when i see it

it’s the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. you fled your suffocating small town to make dirty movies in the big city. you’re paired with joel miller for your first scene.

pornstar!joel miller AU

ᥫ᭡ allowed to be happy

while snowed in on a scouting mission, you tell dina the story of how you and joel met.

ᥫ᭡ mercy.

in a dog-eat-dog world of sliced throats and broken bones in exchange for primal survival, begging for mercy should have been the very last resort.

especially when a certain survivor was holding you at gunpoint.

ᥫ᭡ mr. rattlebone

settled in at jackson, joel and reader avoid their feelings for each other for their own safety.

ᥫ᭡ guard duty

guard duty was absolutely the worst, you thought to yourself with a bitter sense of resolution, but at least it meant some peace and quiet. the watchtower was set directly above the main entrance gate to jackson, a closed off wooden structure with stairs leading to the inside and an outer catwalk circulating it.

sometimes, the town could get on your nerves with how full of life and bustling it seemed to be; but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. that sort of thing was a hidden oasis in a world like this, almost too good to be true, and you knew you were lucky to be part of it, even if it meant never ending guard duties at the early hours of morning, when the sun still wouldn’t be out for quite some time.

you sighed again.

“if you sigh one more time,” joel muttered in a monotonous voice, “i swear, i’m gonna throw you outta this window.”

ᥫ᭡ too early, too cold

early mornings are always slow, specially during winter.

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𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ BELLAMY BLAKE

ᥫ᭡ sub rosa

it’s easy to think that you’re swimming in the sky. floating with the stars, weaving between them, part of the sky, the way you always dreamed you could be.

or, a clarke griffin!twin, bellamy blake x reader rewrite for the 100. complete.

ᥫ᭡ in this new light

slow, soft and sleepy morning sex.

ᥫ᭡ pretty fixation, wicked temptation

you and bellamy had spent a one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep. a century of not touching each other catches up to both of you but finding somewhere to satiate your urges undisturbed is quite difficult. maybe a new planet will be just the place. but first, what’s a little challenge to heighten the tension?

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A C C E S S G R A N T E D. . .

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hd-junglebook · 13 days

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The 100 Masterlist

More works for this are coming!!

if you have any questions or comments just ask :)

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Diana Sydney's daughter is sent to the ground with 99 other delinquents. While her mother schemes for power and destruction aboard the Ark, y/n must navigate the harsh realities of survival on the ground. As she confronts her own trauma and struggles to define her morality in the face of chaos, she grapples with the ultimate question: Will she rise above her past and choose the path of goodness, or will her mother's influence shape her destiny and lead her down a darker path?

Season 1

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 6.5 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

Edge Of Exile

Bellamy Blake x Reader

As the ark struggles to establish a new home on Earth, Y/N, a prisoner from flint station seems to be the only one who can save them from themselves. the group finds themselves thrust into a dangerous power struggle that threatens to tear the community apart. Faced with betrayal, deceit, and factions vying for control, Y/N must navigate a treacherous landscape of alliances and rivalries.

parts - prologue, 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12

In the process of completing !

The Other Side

John Murphy x Reader

A grounder marked as a spy for the commander is tasked with the case of gathering intel on a group of survivors that fell from the sky. Falling for a member of this foreign group leads the clan into bloodshed.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Lost

A normal plane ride back home ends in shambles as the plane crashes on a remote island far from home. That last survivors band together to survive and uncover the secrets of the island.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

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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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the-witch-of-woods-beyond · 2 months

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favourite t100 “crackships”:

clarke x luna - never getting over them

monty x miller - miller deserved more focus

jasper x octavia - s1/s2 them were adorable

bellamy x murphy - s1 bodyguard/enemies vibes

raven x octavia - having only ONE scene is a crime

harper x fox - girlfriends on the ark 100%

#the 100 #clarke x luna #cluna #???#never heard of a name for this ship #monty x miller #minty #jasper x octavia #jactavia #bellamy x murphy #murphamy #raven x octavia #octaven #harper mcintyre #fox the 100 #harper x fox

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good-question-love · 4 months

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[SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE 100]

has anyone else noticed that everyone lost their first "love" (quotation cause some of the following relationships had shitty development)

Abby lost Jake

Octavia lost Atom

Clarke and Raven lost Finn

Jasper lost Maya

Bellamy lost Gina

Lexa lost Costia (assuming she was her lover, don't remember if it was specified)

Luna lost Derrick (I think that was his name and assuming he was her first love for purposes)

Miller lost Bryan

Monty lost Harper

Jordan lost Priya

Gabriel lost Josephine

Echo lost Bellamy (or the real Echo, maybe. either way)

Everyone except Murphy (and well Jackson but eh). (okay technically she did die but he brought her so it doesn't really count) Like they fucked up his whole psyche, but they didn't take Emori. Why is he the only one who got any mercy?

Like they were merciless with everyone. Clarke lost all of her lovers in some way (Niylah betrayed her), both her parents, her best friend TWICE, and her daughter (not even to mention all the shit she went through to survive/save her people and all the hate she got for it, you don't gotta like the character just respect her ruthlessness). They made Bellamy a sheep (multiple times *cough* fucking Pike *cough*) and made his whole death pointless cause he was right and Madi gave herself up like immediately after (so fucking mad you don't even know). Raven lost her childhood best friend/lover after he cheated on her (her childhood for fucks sake), her leg, ALIE (that was bad in general but damn), had to stop her own heart to survive, and then Shaw. Jasper went through it before he took himself out. Monty was hated by his best friend (just the Mount Weather incident), forced to kill his mom twice, watched his best friend die, sent his son into danger, watched Harper die, and never saw anyone he loved again (hell, whether he died of old age or not is still up in the air, they never found a body). They threw sweet Jordan into a horror show by the scruff of his neck. Echo had a childhood for sure. Gabriel had lifetimes of fuckery. The fucking disservice to Lexa (and Lincoln) by having her be shot. Luna killed her own brother and lover then watched her entire clan die. Miller lost his dad and was in the bunker... Abby got her husband killed, the bunker, Kane, and then was just erased (POOF bye bitch👋 wtf). And Octavia (need I say more? I will tho). Raised under the floor, imprisoned for being born, mom dead, dad who?, Atom, Lincoln, Ilian, you are Wonkru or you are the enemy of Wonkru, cannibalism, watched her first kinda child die (Ethan), banished by her own brother, lost time with Hope, and lost Diyoza.

And Murphy went through it too. Like BADLY but he never had to live without Emori.

This post is nothing. I just think that's beautiful.

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okmcintyre · 2 years

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Miller + 'keeping an eye on things' for Bellamy

#the 100 #nathan miller #bellamy blake #he really took his words to heart though 👏#he was always bellarke's right hand man back in the dropship days & just stepped RIGHT BACK into it s6+#delinquentskru #clarke griffin #john murphy & anders #the delinquients #the100edit #t100kt #(I KNOW IT'S BEEN DONE BUT I LOVE BELL X MILLER OKAY 😭)

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 months

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January 22: Miller/Bellamy, Five

I don't know why I keep gravitating to this universe but here's more of this thing. Not sure what I'm doing with it. It's probably hit the end of the road in terms of ideas but like... we'll see. I love being repetitive.

Miller/Bellamy, S2/S3 hiatus, not-quite-500 words, ~18 minutes

Semi-explicit.

Miller's gotten Bellamy off four times and they've never even kissed. It's barely even sex--more like part of his lieutenant's duties or something. Stress relief, or boredom. As long as there's no romance and no intimacy, it's not cheating. He's got a man out there he wants to marry someday.

After the fifth time, Bellamy reciprocates. It's pretty obvious he's never been with another guy before: he's trying to replicate what he likes as if he's looking in a mirror, and the touch of his hand is uncertain, awkward. Still works though. Miller closes his eyes like he's somewhere else and wraps his palm around Bellamy's hand to help him and the worst part is that he can feel Bellamy's breath against his shoulder and hear the little sounds he's making, in that voice he could never mistake for anyone else.

"You don't have to, you know," Miller tells him after. His voice is still sex-rough. He's not got enough air in his lungs. "I mean, it's fine."

"Know it's fine," Bellamy says, which isn't really an answer.

No one told them that after the war would be so boring. No one told him that all the hard labor in the world--building up the camp and securing the perimeter, scavenging food, scouting--won't ever be enough to stop the bad thoughts in his head. He needs to be so fucking tired at the end of the day that he collapses on the mattress and just feels himself ache. And it's not just that Bellamy's there on the other side of that mattress, but that's part of it, and the rest is that he still loves him like a leader, he's still trying to give him loyalty or maybe thanks or maybe peace. The good kind that buzzes out the brain.

Real peace. Not Bellamy pacing at night, peering out between the slats of their window shade, watching and waiting and missing.

This feels more like infidelity than even fucking would: how he wants to call come back to bed, how he's imagining Bellamy with those Dropship girls and then with someone special on the Ark and then with him.

Every time it happens, he needs it more.

The better way of seeing it is that he's not in the aftermath of anything, that life is just like this: sometimes a fight for his survival and sometimes just the bleak ground and dustings of snow and a horizon line he cannot see. He watches the others, recovering, retreating. He tells himself that, personally, he's doing fine.

They've never kissed.

Bellamy asks him if he had someone on the Ark, meaning, someone who was yours, and he almost lets himself get choked up about it--the horizon line he cannot see. But instead he answers, "A boyfriend on Farm," and the words come out so even it was as if he didn't feel at all.

#the 100 #miller x bellamy #nathan miller #bellamy blake #idk this started strong and then got really all over the place #like you can see the moment i lose the thread and it's when the sex stops and the generic hiatus angst begins #i'm just trying stuff out though #my writing #mine #the year 2024 #2024: free write

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thoughts-of-the-unheard · 1 year

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idc what anyone says, tree adams is the biggest shipper of them all, he literally named his songs stuff like "Bellarke Theme" "Clexa Theme" "Kabby" "Marper" "Octillian" "Bellamy and Clarke" "Miller and Bryan" "Kane and Abby" "Raven and Shaw" "Delilah & Jordan" "Bellamy and Clarke Suite" like whos doing it better

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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What really bothers me about season five is that The 100 are no longer unified as one. They used to do anything to protect one another, even if it meant committing treason against the adults.

But in season five, Clarke only looked out for Madi; Bellamy, Raven, Murphy, Monty, Harper, Emori, and Echo only protected each other; and then Octavia and Miller had the whole "You are Wonkru or you are the enemy of Wonkru" BS going on.

I still love the season, but it just had a different vibe than the previous four and I hate that division.

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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Silent bloom

Paring: Bellamy Blake x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence, PTSD

Chapter: 3.01

“Where are you going?”

You look over your shoulder to see Bellamy entering your shared room; he had just changed into looser clothing than he was wearing before. You smile at him, “to see Jasper.”

“Dressed like that?” He asks playfully, motioning to the damp towel that was wrapped around your body.

“Obviously, it’s the latest fashion,” you say. You reach for the clothes you left hanging on the edge of the bed, but Bellamy links his fingers with yours before you can reach them. You smile up at him and ask, “And what about you, Blake? Where are you going dressed like that?”

He looks down at his clothes, confused. “I’m going to spar with Lincoln. Why? Problem?”

“There actually is,” you say, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. “You're wearing far too many layers.”

He tugs off his shirt and discards it, “Better?”

“Much,” you say before leaning up and pressing your lips against his.

Bellamy deepens the kiss and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. He gripped your chin with his hand and kissed down your forehead to your nose, making you giggle. “Have you decided what you're doing later?”

“Yes,” the giddy feeling in your stomach disappears, and you shake your head. “I’m not going.”

Arkadia had been your home for the last three months, although it wasn’t easy. Bellamy, Octavia, Raven, Monty, and Lincoln had kept you sane most of the time. But no matter how happy you felt around them, it didn’t keep the nightmares at bay.

His hand dropped from your chin as he cleared his throat. “Please, just think about it. We are going to Sector seven. I think it will be good for you.”

“I don’t know, Bell. I want to, but I don’t know if I’m ready.”

He kisses your forehead and says, “Just say you’ll think about it.”

—

You take a deep breath and knock on the door in front of you. “Jasper, can we talk? Please.”

Jasper didn’t answer.

“You haven’t eaten in days, and I’m worried about you.”

Nothing.

You sit down on the ground and lean against his door. “I know what it’s like to see and hear people who aren’t there, it happens to me all the time. I still think about the people I’ve lost all the time. Hell, I even miss Murphy... I'm going to go. I’ve left you some food and clean clothes outside your door.”

You walk away feeling crushed, knowing Jasper probably wasn’t answering the door because he passed out drunk. The only people who made an effort with him now were you and Monty. So much for keeping your friends safe. You take a couple of deep breaths when you feel a tightness in your chest. You needed to change before you ended up pushing your friends away, just like Jasper.

—

You walk into the hangar and notice Miller and Bellamy preparing for the next scouting mission.

“You're coming?” Bellamy asks, smiling.

You nod; the look on his face makes you glad you’d decided to go. Hearing a groaning noise, you look under one of the tables to see Jasper pass out. “How long have you been there?”

“A couple of hours,” Monty sighs. Him and Bellamy pull Jasper out from under the table and help him stand.

“Hey, flower girl!”

You turn and smile brightly at Gina when you see her enter the room. “Hey, how was it?”

“I hate that place, you know? But somebody’s gotta go back there.” She gives you a sympathetic look before reaching into her backpack. “I found the book you were talking about.” She hands you a copy of the Iliad. “I remember you saying how you wanted to do something nice for Bellamy, and if you ever got the chance, you’d try to find him this.”

“This is amazing, thank you!” You pull Gina in for a hug before letting her get back to work.

You walk back towards Bellamy, who has a curious look on his face. “What was that about?”

“She helped me get you a gift.”

“A gift?”

“I wanted to do something nice for you, since you’ve been so good to me... while, you know…” The suspicious look on his face made you laugh. You handed him the book, and his expression hardened. “I thought you’d like it since your mom used to read it to you.”

“I do, it’s—thank you,” he kisses you on the forehead and puts the book in his bag. “Better make sure we’ve got everything.”

Bellamy hands Miller a gun while you double-check your bag to make sure you’ve got everything you need. You look up, noticing Monty walking by you carrying a bucket of water. He throws it over Jasper, who still looks drunk. “Oh, sorry, too cold?”

Jasper lets out a loud yell and grabs Monty, swinging them around before shoving him into the vehicle. “Enough!” You snap, jumping in between them. You shove Jasper back and say, “I get that you're hurting, but don’t be a massive dick and take your anger out on the people who care about you.”

Jasper looks taken aback by your words. He looks behind you as Bellamy approaches and says, “No gun for you, not until you’re sober.”

“Don’t want one,” he says, doing a mock salute, then slapping Bellamy on the head before walking away.

You and Raven share a look of concern. If Jasper had one of his meltdowns outside the camp, he’d probably get you all killed. Although the same could probably be said for you.

“Is Octavia coming?”

Bellamy shrugs. The relationship between the Blake siblings had been strained for a while, making it difficult for those around them.

You go to get into the Rover but stop when Bellamy places his hand on your shoulder. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “For the book and for coming.”

You give him a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down. Raven, who was in the driver’s seat, looked back at you with a smirk on her face and said, “She’s far too good for you.”

Bellamy rolls his eyes and says, “Shut up.”

Jaspers scoffs, “Be careful. Monty might melt her.”

“Enough!” Bellamy sighs. “Raven, take us out.”

Raven starts to drive out of the hangar when Octavia appears on horseback. She raises her brows and says, “try and keep up.”

—

The ride is mainly in silence until Jasper starts singing loudly; when Raven and Miller joined in, the mood became much lighter until the sing-a-long was interrupted by the sound of a tracking beacon from Farm Station, causing Raven to stop the rover.

“It hasn’t gone off in what? four months?”

Miller nods and asks, “How is that possible?”

“We'll find out. Where are they?”

Before Monty can answer you, Octavia opens the door to the rover and says, “Don't tell me I missed the party.”

“The beacon is in Sector Eight, Ice Nation territory,” Raven explains. “The protocol says we go home. Let the Chancellor decide what to do next.”

“Screw protocol. The Chancellor's not from Farm Station. Monty is, as is Miller's boyfriend,” he says, turning to face them. “It's your call.”

They agree to go into Ice Nation territory to look for the beacon.

—

Your breath becomes slightly hitched as you grip the gun in your hands tightly as Octavia talks to the Ice Nation scouts in Trig. They were looking for someone called Wanheda. You don’t notice Jasper moving until it’s too late, and he’s snatching the beacon that’s hanging around a scout's neck off of him.

The ground spins him round and he puts his knife to Jasper's throat, “Where's Wanheda?”

“We don’t know,” you go to step forward, but Bellamy holds you back. “We don’t know who Wanheda is, but we can help you look if you let him go.”

The scout looks as if he’s considering it, but Jasper starts to laugh, angering him. “You think this is funny?”

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, you're yelling for the scout to stop as he slices his blade along Jasper's throat. Miller, Raven, and Bellamy fire at the other scouts.

“Hold your fire!” Bellamy yells.

“Jasper, get down!” The moment Octavia throws her blade and it sinks into the grounder's chest, your hands are covered in blood again, and Finn is on the other side of the knife.

“Thanks Daisy.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as Finn’s voice echoes in your head and you watch the blood spilling down your friend's neck. You pull a first aid kit from your bag and try to hold a bandage against Jasper's neck to stop the bleeding, but he pushes you away. “I’m trying to help you; you're being an idiot!”

“I’ll take him to medical,” Octavia says, helping you to your feet.

Bellamy slams the radio; he was talking to Kane on down. “Miller? Get one of their horses. Raven said you can't ride, you're on the back. Monty, Daisy, you're with me. Let's go.”

—

You arrive at Sector 4 to meet Kane and Indra and walk into a tunnel. Monty walks beside you and says, “He's getting worse, isn't he? I mean, getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat? That's next-level damage.”

Before you can reply, Kane comes into view with Indra by his side. Bellamy says, “He must have told her we broke the truce. Sir, before you say anything, there was a good reason—”

“I'll deal with that later. This is about Clarke,” Kane says seriously.

“What about her?”

“She’s being hunted,” Indra explains.

“By the scouts?”

“By everyone.”

—

You notice how nervous Indra looks as the wheels go over tree trucks, causing the rover to sway. You offer her a friendly smile and say, “It takes a while to get used to.”

She says nothing but watches as you roughly rub your hands with a wet cloth. Bellamy handed you something to try and get Jasper's blood off your hand.

“Sir, we're almost out of range. Are you sure you don't want to tell the chancellor?” Monty asks about slowing down before he drives completely out of range.

“I'm sure. I don't want to worry Abby until we know something.”

“We know there's a kill order,” Bellamy says from his position beside Monty in the front. “Your people are big on those.”

“It's not a kill order,” Indra clarifies. “It's a bounty. Clarke's a symbol. She's known as Wanheda. The Commander of Death.”

“Why are they looking for her? Is it because of what happened in mount weather?” Your hands begin to sweat at your own question.

“My people believe that when you kill someone, you get their power. Kill Wanheda, and you command death.”

“She’s just one girl,” Kane points out.

“So was the commander. What Clarke did at Mount Weather weakened her. The Ice Nation was emboldened. Their queen wants Clarke's power. If her people believe she has it, she'll break the coalition and start a war. I can't let that happen.”

“Welcome to sector seven,” Monty says, bringing the rover to a stop.

“Where to now?”

Indra leans forward and points in the direction she wants him to drive. “If she's here, she'll need supplies. We'll start at the trading posts.”

—

Monty slams down on the breaks so he doesn’t crash into a tree that’s fallen onto the road. “We need to move it to clear a path.”

You go to open the Rover door, but Indra stops you and says, “Wait. It's been cut down.”

“You don't know that,” Bellamy says before opening the door and popping his head out of the rover to look around with his gun ready.

You move beside him and look around as well, but when a second tree suddenly starts to fall, Bellamy pulls you away from the door and slams it shut.

Indra gives him a knowing look and says, “We do now.”

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Part 4

word count - 3,076

The following day greets you with a fragile tranquility, remnants of the prior day's chaos fading slowly into memory. As you, Bellamy, and Charlotte prepare to depart from the refuge of the cave, the crackling of the dying fire serves as a backdrop to the scene.

"Alright, let's get moving," Bellamy declares as he adjusts the straps of his pack. "We need to find Atom and figure out what the hell happened."

Bellamy, ever the impulsive one, rushes past you, his movements quick and purposeful. "Come on, let's go!" He calls over his shoulder to Charlotte, his brow is furrowed in concentration, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Atom.

You nod in agreement, your own thoughts mirroring his as they move forward. you hang back for a moment. Your thoughts drift back to the young girl, Charlotte.

Despite her innocent appearance, there's something about her that rubs you the wrong way, a nagging feeling of unease that you can't quite shake.

The forest calls beyond the mouth of the cave, sunlight spearing the lush canopy to cast scattered gold upon the floor. You breathe deep the scent of rich earth and new growth, a balm after the underground darkness.

Your reverie shatters at a bloodcurdling scream - "Charlotte!" - your cry ricocheting off stone walls.

Wildly you scan the shadows for her and Bellamy. And then you see him - Atom, lying motionless on the ground. Dread grips you like a vice as you rush to his side.

"Atom." His name catches in your tight throat. With a racing pulse you grab for Atom's wrist, desperate for the beat of life.

Bellamy joins your bedside vigil over Atom's fog-ravaged body. Together you take stock of the horrific burns, the damage beyond healing. Atom stirs feebly at your whispers, eyes slitting open to fix on your faces.

"You think he's gonna make it?" Bellamy asks, unspoken fear dimming his usual arrogance.

You shake your head, your own voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know, Bellamy. It doesn't look good." Atom stirs at your touch, his eyes fluttering open, and he begs for mercy in a hoarse whisper.

Bellamy falters, Adam's apple bobbing. "Easy there, buddy," Bellamy says softly, hand hovering awkwardly over Atom's quaking shoulder. "We're here to help."

Atom's cracking voice interrupts, raw with agony. "Please," he gasps, fingers plucking at Bellamy's sleeve. "...make it stop."

Atom's eyes roll toward you, teeming with pain and desperate appeal, pleading for relief.

An unbearable decision hangs before you as you exchange a tense glance with Bellamy, each of you silently questioning if you're capable of making such a decision. Bellamy clutches the knife Charlotte handed him with whitened knuckles, hesitating.

The heavy quiet shatters at the crunch of leaves. Glancing up, you spot Clarke rushing toward you, Finn and Wells on her heels. Her gaze darts between you and Bellamy, questions burning behind her eyes.

"What happened?" she demands breathlessly.

You gesture helplessly to where Atom lays. "We found Atom," you explain, your voice heavy with emotion. Clarke's eyes widen, taking in his charred and weeping skin. "He's been burned by the fog. We don't know if he's gonna...”

You trail off but Clarke understands. With calm purpose, she kneels beside the boy, meeting his clouded eyes.

Some silent exchange seems to pass between them before she takes his hand. Then, gaze never leaving his, she draws her knife in one smooth motion. Atom doesn't flinch.

Humming softly, Clarke ends his suffering, the mercy killing masked behind that gentle melody. You look away, blinking through a film of tears as she continues humming him into the next life.

Finally, the song fades to silence. Hesitantly you glance back to see Clarke straightening slowly, face pale but composed. Her eyes shine with memories of other losses requiring similar strength.

You watch mutely as Clarke ends Atom's agony with that mournful melody, closing your eyes against the final act of mercy. A prickle on the back of your neck makes you glance over at Charlotte.

The girl stands frozen, transfixed by the blood blossoming across Atom's shirt. Her youthful face holds no horror or pity - only an eerie understanding that chills your bones.

Clarke's voice breaks the spell and Charlotte's faraway look vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed innocence as she meets your probing eyes.

…

Twilight bled through the trees as you trudged back to camp, haunted and exhausted. Atom lay cradled in a makeshift bed, head lolling with each footfall.

Every glimpse of his burnt and lifeless face, now at peace, cut deep. You slipped through the camp gates to find anxious faces of your fellow survivors ringing around him.

Bellamy's grim head shake was all it took to curdle the atmosphere from one of hopeful anticipation to one of somber mourning. Only Wells lingered, features carved with sorrow.

“I’ll go dig Atoms grave,” he offered quietly, nodding toward a secluded glade. Bellamy nodded before he stalked into the deepening gloom beyond the fires pits.

Too hollowed out for conversation, you drifted toward the dropship. As you made your way there, your attention was briefly drawn to a commotion nearby.

Bellamy stood locked in a heated exchange with Murphy, his voice continuing to rise in anger. You spared a glance at the confrontation, witnessing Bellamy grab Murphy's shirt and scream in his face.

“You lose anyone here?" Bellamy’s voice was laced with bitterness. "Jasper?"

Murphy's response was curt. "Still breathing. Barely. I tried to take him out, but your psycho little sister..."

In an instant, Bellamy lunged at Murphy, pulling Murphy close by the collar of his shirt. "My what? My what?" Bellamy's voice was a low growl, filled with anger and barely contained fury.

Murphy met his gaze with a steely resolve. "Your little sister."

Bellamy's grip tightened, his frustration boiling over. "Yeah, that's right. My little sister. Got anything else you want to say about her?"

Murphy's expression remained impassive as he studied Bellamy's face. "Nothing. Sorry."

With a final shove, Murphy pushed Bellamy off of him. With a shake of your head, you turned away Stepping into the dropship, you were greeted by its familiar smell - a mixture of sweat and metal. It was a scent that had become synonymous with home, despite its less-than-pleasant connotations.

Inside, Octavia, Finn, and Monty sat together, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of dim lights. They passed around a bottle, their laughter filling the air as you walked over to join.

You accepted the burning mouthful passed your way, the fiery liquid providing a temporary reprieve from the ache in your chest

Octavia took a swig from the bottle, her face contorting slightly at the taste. "Ugh, this stuff tastes like it's been sitting out in the sun for weeks."

Finn chuckled, taking the bottle from her and raising it to his lips. "Well, beggars can't be choosers, O."

You reached out for the bottle, taking a small sip before passing it along. "Yeah, it's definitely better than nothing." A moment of silence fell over the group as they each took a turn with the bottle, lost in their own thoughts.

A sudden clamor jerked you back to the present moment. With wide eyes, you spun around to see Jasper half risen from his sickbed, his laughter echoing through the air despite the split lips that marred his face.

"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?" Jasper's request, though laced with exhaustion, carried a glimmer of his usual mischievous spirit.

"Jasper!" Octavia exclaimed, relief flooding her voice as she approached his bedside.

You stood beside him, your voice a soothing murmur as you attempted to calm his delirium. "Easy there, Jasper," you said softly, your eyes filled with concern.

Jasper grinned back at you, his eyes bright with feverish excitement. " “Was that a dream or did I get speared?" he said, his words slurred with exhaustion.

Octavia shot you a grateful smile, her hands still resting on Jasper's shoulders as she guided him back down onto the bed. "He's a tough one, that's for sure," she said, her voice tinged with admiration.

"Thank you for not dying. I don’t think I could’ve taken that today."

Jasper's playful demeanor returned as he quipped, "I'll try not to die tomorrow, too, if that's cool."

A bubble of astonished laughter escaped you, the tension of the moment breaking as you allowed yourself a moment of unbridled joy at Jasper's unexpected recovery.

…

Delinquents hurried about their tasks, their movements a blend of urgency and weariness. Some tended to the camp's makeshift defenses, reinforcing barricades and sharpening weapons. the sound of hammering and the shuffle of feet as everyone worked together to fortify their makeshift home.

Worn beyond exhaustion, you retreated to your dim, motionless shelter, seeking refuge from the heat.

No sooner had your body slumped atop the threadbare blanket than a blazing sunbeam shattered the tomblike gloom. Blinking against harsh daylight now spearing through your tent flap, you made out Octavia’s wild silhouette.

“Get up!” she ordered, panting as if she’d dashed straight here. “Jasper and I were exploring, we...look, you just gotta come see this.” A thread of real fear undercut her usual bravado.

“What’s going on?” Your chest constricted even as your legs obeyed, carrying you out beneath the unrelenting.

Octavia guided your steps, clutching one of your wrists and half-dragging you through the bustling camp to another tent where Clarke, Bellamy, and Jasper were already gathered.

Bursting inside, you blink at the grim tableau of Clarke, Bellamy and an alarmingly pale Jasper staring at a table. Octavia steers you to peer over Clarke's shoulder at a knife – and two severed fingers. Shock chokes the questions rising in your throat.

Clarke meets your horrified gaze grimly. “We found these just inside the gates.” She turns the knife around illuminating an embossed mark.

“The metal matches a broken panel on the dropship door.” Clarke took a deep breath, her resolve firm. "It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us," she stated, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.

“Wait...” Jasper’s voice shakes. "So, there's a murderer in the camp?" His wide eyes dart frantically, as if a culprit might emerge from the shadows. Everyone exchanges ominous looks in the fraught silence. Jasper's expression grew more troubled by the moment. "Clarke?" he pressed.

“One of over fifty suspects.” Bellamy folds his arms, radiating tension. “We need to keep this quiet until we figure out who’s walking around down here mutilating people.”

His stern glare settles on each member in turn, even young Octavia who juts her chin defiantly. “No one discusses this outside this tent. As far as the rest know, this never happened. Understood?”

Clarke's eyes flash, jaw set like stone. "Get out of my way, Bellamy," she warns, hand straying to the knife. "Whoever did this needs to answer for it." Jasper shifts anxiously from foot to foot in the wake of the standoff.

Bellamy stands firm, looming larger. "And what exactly is your plan, Clarke? Just gonna wave that knife around 'till the guilty party breaks down confessing?" Derision laces his scoff.

Clarke bristles, getting in his face now. "Yeah, maybe I'll start with you. What are you gonna do... keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?" she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy barks out a harsh laugh. "Yeah. That's it."

As Clarke and Bellamy trade barbs, their words fade against the roaring in your ears. Surely concealing such darkness cannot end well...yet revealing it prematurely may unleash chaos. You clear your throat, drawing sharp eyes.

"Maybe - maybe Bellamy has a point," you venture, pulse thudding. "Panic helps no one." Clarke regards you almost betrayed, but you stand firm. “There’s more than one murderer in this camp... whoever they are, they're already outnumbered.”

Bellamy gives you an appraising look, a new glint of respect behind his brooding eyes as you continue, “It’s better to keep this between us. We don’t even know whose knife that is.”

"Oh, really?" she grinds out. " J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know.”

…

Clarke stormed out of the tent, her anger radiated. You exchanged a tense glance with Bellamy before your eyes wandered around the camp, searching for any signs of trouble.

In the distance, you spotted Charlotte standing alone, her expression troubled as she watched the unfolding confrontation. With a sinking feeling in your chest, you made your way toward her, your footsteps echoing off the dirt of the camp.

"Charlotte, are you okay?" you asked gently, your voice soft with concern as you approached her. She turned to you, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You crouched down beside her, your gaze searching hers for any hint of what was wrong. That's when you noticed the blood on her hand, stark against her pale skin.

Your heart skipped a beat as you reached out to gently take her hand in yours, your fingers brushing against the sticky warmth of the blood.

"What happened?" you asked

Charlotte swallowed hard, her eyes brimming with tears. "I... I don't remember," she admitted, her voice trembling with fear. The voices of the crowd rang out in agreement with Bellamy and Clarke, their cries echoing through the air.

You turned just in time, watching in horror as the crowd grew increasingly antsy, their fury unleashed upon Murphy.

You pushed through the swarm, fighting to reach Clarkes side. The chants for Bellamy to finish the job filled the air, the sound sending a chill down your spine. You raised your voice above the clamor hoping to sway the crowd with reason.

"This isn't justice, it's vengeance!" you shouted, your words echoing through the tumultuous air. But despite your efforts, the mob seemed deaf to reason, their anger consuming them.

Bellamy and Clarke were at the center of it all. You pushed your way through the crowd, determined to reach him and divert his attention from Clarke as they exchanged heated remarks.

“This is on you, princess. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.” You heard

You pushed Bellamy’s chest, "Bellamy, stop them!" you called out, your words barely audible over the roar of the crowd grasping Bellamy's arm. "Murphy wouldn't kill Wells. It was someone else.” The chants grew louder, each of the delinquents shouting Bellamy’s name in unison.

For an instant Bellamy meets your eyes, something wavering behind his mask of cold command. But then his chin lifts with familiar obstinance. Bellamy wrenches his wrist away, striding toward the rigged noose where Murphy spits curses.

Your lungs burn, the frenzied crowd pressing oppressively as Bellamy kicks the crate from under Murphy's feet. the crowd erupting into cheers of approval

The cheers and jeers clash violently with the roaring panic in your head. You glimpse Finn shoving through the human wall, only to disappear under grasping arms. “What the hell are you doing? Cut him down! Charlotte what are you doing?”

Then a small voice shrieks out, "Stop!" The crowd parts for Charlotte's quaking form. "Murphy didn't kill anyone," she gasps. "I stabbed Wells!"

Stunned silence drops like a smothering veil. Bellamy's smugness cracks, eyes darting wildly. Charlotte's confession rings in your pounding head as she repeats, "I killed him.

It took a moment for you to understand, but you knew what needed to be done.

With a swift movement, you reached for the axe at Bellamy's waist, your fingers closing around the handle with a steely determination. With one swing you cut the rope holding Murphy captive, freeing him from his bonds as Finn hurried to untie him.

"Get Charlotte away from here," Clarke hisses at your ear. Her fingers dig into your bicep, face set with determination to quell the riot brewing again in Bellamy's wake.

Clarke gives you a small shove and you run, the girl's clammy hand clenched in yours away from the mob. Away from her unthinkable confession.

…

As you usher Charlotte back into the tent, anger burns hot within your body, thoughts swirling with the realization of her responsibility for Wells' death.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Finn enter the tent, their voices blending into a cacophony of resolution. Clarke's urgent call of your name pulls you out of your trance.

"Y/n? Hey, are you okay?" Clarke's voice cuts through the haze of your anger, her concern evident in her eyes.

Bellamy's voice breaks through, scanning your conflicted faces. “If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up. Now you stay quiet.” He groaned. Your response is immediate, the words dripping with bitterness. "We should hand her over," you declare.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Finn are stunned by your nonchalance, before they can respond, "She's just a kid!" Clarke argues as Bellamy scoffs, "Try again." Only Finn nods reluctantly, avoiding your gaze.

Murphy's tirade slices through the tent walls. With a frustrated huff, Bellamy pushes outside the tent to quell murphy’s incessant whining, Clarke and Finn on his heels.

Alone with Charlotte, you crouch down, taking her thin shoulders. "You need to run," you urge quietly. "Find Clarke and Finn." Wide-eyed, she manages a small nod. With one last glance, she disappears into the forest.

You release a long breath, hoping you didn't just condemn or save her. ‘the girl may be young, but justice down here allows no exceptions.’

You thought to yourself, if anyone balks, you know Bellamy will back you. His dark eyes told you he reached the same conclusion long before tonight.

…

Bellamy approached the tent, you watched from your spot in the tent. Within a few steps inside, Murphy struck with a sudden, vicious blow, knocking Bellamy to the ground with a sickening thud.

Your breath caught in your throat as Murphy's rage turned toward Jasper, his fists flying in a brutal onslaught. With horror, you watched as Jasper crumpled under the force of the blows, his cries of pain echoing through the air.

Before Murphy could inflict any more damage, he stormed into the tent, only to find it empty.

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Scattered Memories | B.B.

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RULES | 1.11: THE CALM

summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn ), raven reyes x fem!oc

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, more jealous!bellamy, hints of wells x raven, fade to black sex scene

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t had been almost a week since the bomb destroyed the bridge and there was still no sign of the grounders coming. Everyone knew that it was too good to be true, that the bomb only made the declaration of war more obvious. That was why Bellamy insisted he and Miller taught more delinquents how to use guns.

The grounders were coming, and they needed to be ready when they did.

For Gabriella this week has been nothing but stressful. She was either ordering stuff along camp or keeping watch and when she was not doing that she could not sleep. She tried to pretend it did not have anything to do with the inability to sleep inside of a tent with her cot right next to Murphy's - who kept ignoring her for a reason she was yet to figure out.

The cold shoulder he was giving her confused the shit out of her. When he came back, they had their sweet reunion followed by her constantly defending him against Bellamy, but after that...nothing.

He would come to the tent before her and pretend to be asleep when she got there (which he was not as subtle about as he thought he was( and he would not be there when she woke up most of the time.

Gabriella tried to talk to him, of course, but he did not budge. Maybe it had something to do with the huge amount of guilt she saw almost every time she looked at him, but she did not know what he was supposed to feel guilty about.

"First watch is over. Go relieve Monroe on the south wall. Keep your eyes open."

The Kane tore her eyes from the forest she was looking at when she was spacing out and turned around to see Bellamy giving a delinquent named Sterling a gun and dismissing him. When Sterling walked away, Bellamy flickered his eyes up and to where Gabriella was standing. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face and he swiftly made his way by her side, he looked in the same direction she was looking at before.

"Anything?" He asked curiously, his eyes flickering to the gun visible in the waistband of her pants momentarily before they connected with her blue eyes again.

"No sign of grounders." Gabriella huffed, "It's been a week. Clarke thinks the bomb on the bridge scared them off for good."

"And what do you think?" The male leader asked with a raised eyebrow.

Gabriella sighed, "They are either planning something big or they're coming soon, a lot of them."

Bellamy stared at the side of her face before tugging at her elbow as a signal to follow him further into camp.

"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder if he gets some sulfur and Raven says she can turn that into landmines." Bellamy said before a teasing smirk appeared on his face as he looked at her from head to toe. "So be careful where you step, Bambi."

"Hilarious." Gabriella muttered in a deadpan tone and watched her co-leader spin around a tree with a wide grin on his face.

Originally, Gabriella was helping Raven and Jasper make bullets but once she and Raven had the conversation about Finn dumping her because he was in love with Clarke, she decided it was better to get out of her way and focus on leading the camp. Because if she knows anything about Raven, it was that it was not good to be around her when she was pissed.

"What I really need is a thousand more of her tin can bombs so I can roll into their village and blow those grounders to hell."

"Poetic." The blonde said, giving Bellamy an annoyed side glance.

"That's what they want to do to us." He quickly defended himself.

"Yeah, well we can't exactly do that." Gabriella tried to reason, "They have kids in there, Bellamy. We only attack them if they attack us first."

Bellamy sighed, staring at her thoughtfully before huffing and changing the subject, "Any word from The Ark?"

"Radio silence. Raven and I tried to connect our radio here with them again but no one's answering...it's like something's blocking us from them."

"Finally ran out of air." Bellamy muttered, mostly to himself but Gabriella still heard him and flinched at the thought of the people up there dying because there was no oxygen left.

Gabriella pushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Well, Kane was lucky. Dying in the exodus ship crash seems a hell of a lot quicker than Sinclair is going to die when they run out of oxygen."

"Well, that means no one's coming down to save us, Gabi. We have to survive whatever's coming on our own." Bellamy told her, his expression entirely serious.

"We have been doing that since we landed." She sighed heavily, "What's a little more work, huh?"

"Fire!"

Gabriella rushed out of the supply tent she was sharpening weapons in at the sound of a commotion and at the smell of smoke. Her eyes widened at the sight of the smokehouse on fire, her worry only growing once she saw that Murphy was carrying Octavia out of it.

Bellamy rushed past Gabriella and to his sister's aid, scrunching down in front of her with concern written all over his face "Are you okay?"

Octavia coughed, trying to catch her breath but managed a small nod. Gabriella squeezed the younger girl's shoulder and turned around to see if Murphy was okay, "Are you hu-"

He cut her question off by running up to Del with a murderous look on his face. "This is all your fault." He growled, gripping Del's jacket "We told you it was too much wood!"

"Get the hell away from me."

Murphy ignored him and punched him in the face. Gabriella's eyes widened and she was about to stop the fight when Bellamy beat her to it by stepping between the two delinquents.

"Hey, stop!" He ordered, putting a hand on each of the boy's chest, "Save it for the grounders."

"Well, now what the hell are we gonna do? That was all our food!" Octavia said, her question directed towards all three leaders but her eyes mainly set on her big brother.

Gabriella shared a look with Bellamy and Clarke before turning to a few delinquents who were watching them. She nodded towards the fire. "You four, get some water and stop the fire. Then we'll see what we're gonna do."

When the fire was out, Gabriella, Wells, and Clarke slowly approached Bellamy who was staring intently at the burned down smoke-house.

"Any idea what happened?" Clarke asked, looking down at Bellamy.

"Murphy says that Del kept feeding the fire, mostly because Octavia told him it was a bad idea." Bellamy explained, anger and annoyance dripping from his tone obvious.

Wells crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head, "And you trust Murphy?"

"I do, yeah." Gabriella's eyebrows rose at his words and Bellamy was quick to notice her surprise. He locked eyes with her and added. "Well you trust him, and I trust you."

"Now we're getting somewhere." Gabriella chuckled, giving her co-leader a thankful smile. He smiled back and looked down at the ground, tapping his foot nervously.

"We have some wild onions and nuts in the dropship." Wells stated, rubbing his chin in frustration.

"And that's only enough to last us maybe one or two weeks." Clarke added.

Gabriella looked over at the burning remains of the small building before looking back at Bellamy. "Anything good left here?"

"Nothing." He sighed, "It all burned."

"Then we have to hunt." Clarke decided, "Anyone we can spare goes out."

"Yeah because that sounds like a fantastic idea." Gabriella scoffed and put her hand on Clarke's forearm to stop her from walking away. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

"With the whole grounder army out there?" Bellamy asked in agreement.

Clarke sighed with a frown on her face. "Look, we can't defend ourselves if we're starving."

Gabriella pursed her lips, turning to look at Bellamy to see his opinion, only to find his gaze already on her. Her shoulders fell in defeat. "I guess we're going hunting."

Hunting parties got almost too rare since the sickness took over the camp. Some of their best shooters and trackers ended up getting sick and then dying and most teenagers were too scared to go into the woods while there were grounders running around and trying to kill as many of them as possible. Gabriella could not blame them which was why nobody was forcing them to go outside the camp walls too often. But before, they had plenty of meat from previous hunts. Now they had no choice.

"Each group takes someone with a gun, and they're for killing grounders, not food. We don't have the ammo. Use the spears for hunting. Get what you can. Be back by nightfall. No one stays out after dark."

Gabriella nodded to herself after Bellamy stopped giving instructions and turned around to stop Wells from approaching Clarke. "You are not going."

"What?" He asked, taken aback by the command.

"As much as I would love for you and Clarke to get closer on the hunting trip, you have to help Raven and Jasper with the gunpowder." Gabriella told him, "And as much as I hate to admit it, you are smart and right next to me at the top of our Chemistry class which means that they could use the help."

Wells let out a huff of defeat before giving her a hesitant nod. "Fine. I'll stay."

The blonde nodded in satisfaction and watched him take one more look at Clarke, who was leaving with Finn and Myles before he brushed past them and out of the dropship.

"Hey, Ella?"

Gabriella turned around to see a much taller dark-haired guy with a spear in his hand. He looked at her with a somehow nervous look on his face and asked awkwardly, "I'm Philip. I was wondering if you had a partner...if you don't, would you mind going with me? I'm a good tracker and I could--"

"Hey, Bambi. Are you ready to go?"

Gabriella's eyebrows furrowed and she turned around to see Bellamy looking between her and Philip with an authoritative look that matched the tone of his voice. The mere sight of him made Philip wish that the ground would swallow him whole.

"What?" She asked in confusion, making him roll his eyes dramatically.

"You're my partner. I'm carrying the gun, you're carrying the ax. Let's go."

"I was actually gonna go with Philip." Gabriella snapped, annoyed he was trying to tell her what to do.

"Okay, he can come too." Bellamy rolled his eyes again, "Now let's go."

Philip looked down at Gabriella sheepishly before nodding at the leaders and following them outside of the camp walls.

Three hours later - a little bit after dawn - when Gabriella, Bellamy, and Philip came back from the most awkward hunting trip ever (that contained Gabriella and Bellamy bickering and Philip awkwardly pretending that they were not actually flirting), Gabriella directed the two boys to take the panther they caught to a new tent for rations.

After making sure they had everything in control, she made her way toward her tent to leave the unused bullets there. When she entered the tent, she came face-to-face with the sight of Raven sitting on her cot with her face in the palms of her hand.

"Everything okay?" Gabriella asked, emptying Bellamy's rifle and putting the bullets down on the makeshift table.

"I did something stupid..." The mechanic trailed off, her face scrunched up into a grimace.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad." Gabriella shrugged, leaning on the table. She was the second smartest person that she knew, there was no way she could-

"I tried to sleep with Wells." Raven blurted out, looking up at the engineer nervously.

Oh.

Gabriella's eyes immediately widened and she stuttered, "Hold on, what?"

"He said some things earlier and I misread the meaning and thought that maybe he was into me, but of course, he's into Clarke. Because everyone just has to have a thing for Clarke."

"Rae..." Gabriella trailed off sympathetically.

"I mean it's not like I have feelings for Wells. I just needed a rebound, something to take my mind off of the whole Finn situation." Raven admitted and Gabriella could not help but jokingly suggest.

"You can always sleep with me."

When Raven did not laugh at her joke, Gabriella looked down to see her looking at her with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Well..." Raven said hesitantly, "It would be a lie to say I haven't thought about it once or twice. We're both fairly attractive and it doesn't have to mean anything."

"So a one-night stand?" Gabriella asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If you're up for it." Raven quickly said, not wanting to push the closest friend she had to do something she didn't want to do.

Gabriella stepped away from the table and closer to the brunette, "I don't have a problem with it..."

Raven was quick to take her shoes and jacket, then stand up so she was face to face with the blonde, "I've never been with a girl before." She admitted and Gabriella nodded at her words, cupping the side of her face with her hand and leaning in to mutter against her lips.

"Well there's a first time for everything."

It was not that she regrets sleeping with Raven. She was most certainly the most attractive girl she had ever seen, with her long dark hair and stunning doe eyes. And she most definitely knew what she was doing even though she had never been with a girl before.

Something inside Gabriella felt at ease after the hook-up - probably her sexual appetite. She has not had a one-night stand since before she got arrested because everyone (except Bellamy, obviously) definitely had more important stuff to worry about down here. But a big part of Gabriella knows she only did that because Murphy had been ignoring her most of the time he was back, for a reason unknown to her.

"Did it help?" Gabriella asked the mechanic, staring at her sweaty naked back and watching as she swiftly pulled her close on.

"No." Raven said truthfully, "What about you?"

"No." The blonde sighed, laying her hand back and running a hand over her face as her mind immediately flashed back to John Murphy.

Raven pulled her hair in a high ponytail and watched as Gabriella got dressed slowly. She quickly pulled her eyes away from the naked fair skin of the blonde's legs when someone came barging into the tent.

Both girls' eyes widened at the sight of Wells, who looked between them in surprise, stuttering to find what to say.

"What is it, Charming?" Gabriella asked and nonchalantly pulled on her shoes.

"Clarke and Finn aren't back yet." He blurted out, his body shaking in anticipation.

While Gabriella's eyes widened in understanding Raven just rolled her eyes, "Who cares? They are probably at that bunker or something again."

"Myles was with them." Gabriella sighed, quickly pulling on her denim jacket and following Wells out of the tent, with Raven hot on her heels and fresh panic in her chest.

The two girls quickly followed Wells to the supply tent where the Blake siblings and Monty were already waiting.

"What are you waiting for?" Gabriella asked, picking up a rifle, "They have been out there for almost five hours, let's go."

Bellamy took notice of his co-leader's messy hair and Raven's flushed face but decided to brush it off and grab his gun instead "She's right. Grab a weapon and move out. Raven and Octavia you're going together. Wells and Monty, too." He then turned to Gabriella, "Gabi, you're with me."

"I thought you said you were going west. Where the hell are you?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the sound of Wells' annoyed voice through the radio. She could almost hear Bellamy rolling his eyes behind her when he put the radio to his mouth and ordered. "Just keep the moon on your left, and you'll find us."

There was more noise heard from the radio and Gabriella instantly rolled her eyes, thinking it was Wells again but relaxed at the sound of Monty's shaky voice "Is anyone else hearing this signal?"

"Just keep your eyes open." Came Raven's voice.

"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹."

"Damn it, Monty, pay attention." Bellamy said in irritation, making Gabriella stop walking and turn around to glare at him.

"Stop being an asshole and give me the radio." Bellamy glared back at her but did not hesitate to hand her the radio. The blonde put the radio close to her mouth and asked, "Do you see anything?" When she got nothing but the sound of static as a response, she spoke again. "Monty? Wells?"

"There is someone in the bushes." Raven said warily.

Bellamy and Gabriella shared a look in the dark before rushing to where Raven and Octavia were supposed to be at that moment. They did not expect to find Wells leaning over Myles' half-conscious body. He had an arrow in his right shoulder and another in his left thigh, an obvious result of a grounder ambush.

"Where are they?" Raven asked instantly, "Clarke and Finn, where are they?"

"Grounders took them." The boy said weakly, wincing in pain.

"Take it easy." Bellamy soothed, "We have to get him back to camp."

"Bell, what about Clarke and Finn?" Octavia asked, looking at her brother.

Raven frowned and got up, trying to keep the tears back. Bellamy looked between Gabriella, Raven, and Wells apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"We can't just leave them here." Wells said, in disbelief that they would even be considering that.

"I second that." Gabriella chimed in before remembering someone was missing and turning to glare up at Wells. "Wait, where the hell is Monty?"

"I don't know." Wells answered truthfully, "One second he was there and when I turned around, he wasn't."

"So you just left him there?" Gabriella asked, raising her voice slightly, ignoring Bellamy's hand on her back that was supposed to calm her down but unsurprisingly only made her more annoyed.

Gabriella Kane met Monty at engineer training when she was fourteen, they were the two youngest trainees so it was natural for Sinclair to put them together. They got along well and talked a lot, whether it was in the hallways before class or around work

Before Gabriella got sent to work with Kyle Wick at Raven's workshop (the shop the trio learned to share after the few months they worked together before Gabriella's arrest) because of her 'surprisingly good progress' the two expected to drift apart and not really talk much again.

After Gabriella and Monty got paired up in history with Jasper and Murphy they started to hang out as a group a lot more often, whenever they had free time. It did not matter whether they were getting high (which was a plus side of being good friends with Jasper and Monty) or doing something class-related. They were together most of the time.

It was no secret Gabriella felt extremely protective of all three boys, specifically Monty and Jasper who were too nice to stick up for themselves. Everyone in the skybox knew it and didn't even want to try to mess with them after what happened to Mbege when he insulted Jasper by mentioning his home situation.

So no, judging by how close they are, you could really say Gabriella definitely was not that pleased with Monty going missing too.

"He wasn't there. I didn't leave him." Wells defended himself, only irritating the blonde more.

"We need to make a stretcher." Raven said calmly and grabbed Gabriella's hand in an attempt to keep her from tearing off Wells' head.

Gabriella just scoffed and brushed past them to jog back to camp. She certainly did not give a flying fuck if Finn died or not. She did not need Finn. She needed Clarke and Monty alive. She needed to know they were safe so she could function normally. She could not bear to lose anyone else.

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