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kpforpresident · 9 months
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from the prompt list - time travel 💫😌 please
Clarke slams into the ground so hard her teeth rattle. Every muscle aching with effort, she manages to fling out a shaking arm to hinge herself onto her back, teeny rocks biting into her palm with sharp edges as she flops down again, arms screaming.
With another desperate burst of energy she manages to curl her fingers around the knife that is digging a razor tip into just above her knee, bringing it to clasp over her chest as her lungs burn from the abrupt change in both altitude and oxygen content.
The sky is a bright ceramic blue, puffy white clouds lazily sailing by as birds chirp merrily in the background, the sounds of an idyllic marred only by the loud wheezing Clarke found herself emitting as she struggled to catch her breath.
Why the fuck is that time jump so goddamn hard? When I go forward it doesn't give me a rib stitch like that, Clarke finds herself thinking as she massages her right rib absentmindedly.
Three large breaths later Clarke finds the fortitude to peel herself off the ground, staggering upright as she shakes the pins and needles out of her leaden feet. She surreptitiously checks the glowing map that surrounds her wrist, noting the golden, pulsing dot in the middle is moving steadily closer to her location.
Nodding decisively, she moves forward, finds a slightly rotten, moss coated log to settle onto by the side of the road, and settles in to wait, eyes glued to the glowing orb that is moving from the crook of her elbow to the green x that is projected above her wrist.
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Lexa rolls her next side to side slightly, straightening up and nodding infinitesimally back towards Gus's direction when he tilts his head in her direction, eyes questioning.
Yes, I'm ok.
Stiffness from her neck alleviated slightly, Heda settled into the rhythmic movement of her horse, Laika's gentle walk, and resigned herself to a boring ride north, mentally preparing for the mind games and underhanded treachery that two weeks of all of the ambassadors in Polis for their annual meeting held.
At least Luna is coming this year, that's something.
Lexa was so entrenched in the thoughts of her dark eyed friend that she almost missed the flaxen haired girl, curled up slightly off the path on a crumbling redwood log.
Her guards, however, did not.
Lexa was unable to bark an order to stand down before Ryder drew his bow, a lethally honed arrow whistling through the arrow with deadly speed before Lexa could raise a hand in warning.
Before she could breathe, a blue glow washed over the clearing as an orb, crackling and pulsing with energy, encompassed the girl. Ryder's arrow fell to the ground silently at Laika's feet, arrow tip compressed cleanly into a flat disc where it had come in contact with the energy field.
Brow pressed tight in silent disbelief and worry, Ryder silently stooped to scoop up the arrow and hand it to Lexa, both chastisement and concern etched into his features.
The clearing was completely silent, dusk rapidly creeping into the forest as purple smudged the horizon.
The girl was awake now, expression blank behind the wavering energy as she stared silently back at the company before her. She stands quietly, every muscle clearly on alert as she raises her hands in deference to Lexa, either somehow knowing or assuming that she was the one to address. Lexa makes a mental note of her observation skills,
"Hello. My name is Clarke Griffin."
Lexa turned the arrow over in slender fingers twice, thumb gently worrying the downy soft fletching of the owl feathers before coming to a snap decision.
She speaks the language of the mountain people.
"Hei, Clarke Griffin. I am Lexa."
Something akin to recognition washes over Clarke's features, intelligence clear in her bright eyes.
"Lexa."
Confused, Lexa cocks her head, Laika stamping uneasily as Lexa's hands tighten unconsciously on the reigns.
"Lexa kom Trikru." The trig words trip uncomfortable, foreign, off of Clarke's tongue.
Gus's head snaps up at this, hand tightening around his sword as he looks at Clarke Griffin with renewed suspicion.
"The only people who refer to me as that are my familiars or my advisors, of which you are neither, Clarke Griffin. Explain yourself, or you will not be so lucky as for Ryder to miss a second time." The words come out colder, tighter, than initially intended. Clarke's tech and her appearance among a trail that was a tightly kept secret as Heda's preferred traveling path was unlikely to be a lucky guess.
The blue orb flares again around Clarke at Lexa's threatening tone, Lexa's guard blinking against the bright glow that once again surrounds her figure. Despite this, Clarke takes one, then two hesitant steps towards Lexa. Laika
"Lexa. I'm here to help you, to help protect you."
Lexa can feel her eyebrow quirk in amusement and disdain as a ripple of laughter ran through her men. Lexa, clad head to toe in leathers with two swords strapped to her back, black war paint smudged down her cheeks in a fearsome mask, hardly conjured images of helpless maidens in distress. Lexa had staunchly curated her image in defiance of her stature as a slim young woman since the day she had climbed bloodied and victorious out of her Kongeda.
"Protect me?" Lexa snorted in derision, though not unkindly. This Clarke Griffin clearly meant well, although mistaken. While they would have to question her on her knowledge of this trail, there was nothing to be concerned about, Lexa decided as she settled back into her saddle once again. "I highly doubt that, Clarke Griffin."
"I come from a future where you are killed by an unseen assassin at the last night of the yearly ambassador meeting, Heda. With your death the conclave falls into disrepair, triggering the start of World War Four. I was sent back to save you, and I intend to do my job."
The reins slip from Lexa's hands as she is unable to stop the shocked breath from escaping her lips.
A steely blue gaze meets a dazed green stare as Clarke hesitantly lowers the force field, stepping foward into Lexa's path.
"I believe we have much to discuss."
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riddlesknot · 8 months
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Not Alone
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Summary: You go down to Earth just to see her again.
Type: Fluff
Pairing: Clarke Griffin x reader, Platonic Octavia Blake x reader.
Word Count: 2000+
Warning: mentions of death, arson.
A/n : I got writers block around the ending, so I'm sorry if it doesn't match or it's not exceptional. Also, I'm really bad at writing fluff.
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In 2052, the world as we knew it, ended. That was 97 years ago, when all hope for normal lives ceased in the minds of everyone who survived. At least some. You were born to a considerable normal family, there wasn’t any show or abnormality. Your father was a mechanic and your mother a nurse. You were raised alongside your child-hood friends Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha, you learnt everything together. They knew nearly everything about you and you them, or at least they used to. Ever since Clarke had been locked in the Sky box it had just been you and Wells, and as much as you like the boy. You were missing Clarke.
You knew your admiration for the Griffin girl wasn’t considered normal in the term of friends. However, that never stopped you from helped your mother at the hospital, just so you could ask Abby how her daughter was going. At this point 3you wouldn’t be surprised if Abby knew about your affections for her daughter.
The past years with Clarke and Wells, had been you and Wells practically fighting for her attention. You wouldn’t be surprised that if she was ever release it would be the same. It was still the same when she was locked up, you would visit Abby, and Wells would beg his dad to see her. Although his begging was never rewarded. So, when Wells had heard the rumour that all 100 inmates in the Sky box were to be sent down to earth, both you and him had devised a plan. One that for sure would get you sent down with them.
Now here you stood before what used to be the only tree known in the Ark. The flames flickered as both you and Wells hold matches. The screams of outrage reached your ears as both you and Wells exchanged nervous looks. Heavy footsteps bounded through the hallways approaching where you continued to stand. There at least a dozen of guards appeared around the corner of the door.
Throwing the match to the ground Wells held his hands in front of him. You scoffed in retaliation before muttering a quiet, “desperate much?” Wells rolled his eyes as the guards grabbed the both of you harshly. You knew this was it, if the rumours were fake and Wells had been wrong this was going to be considered your last bit of freedom. But, if they were right, you would get to see her again. You would move the entire world for her. Kill for her. Would Wells do that? No.
That’s probably why you considered yourself the better option. It was obvious in your eyes. Wells was in love of the idea of a perfect little girlfriend, one that would follow his every move, who was smart and beautiful. You were in love with Clarke, who she was herself, not the idea of her.
The days in the sky box were boring, you celled with a girl named Octavia. She wasn’t bad, entertaining with the questions she had about your life but other than that you two didn’t really converse. You spent most of the days reading the books your mother had begged Councillor Jaha to give you. One of the books had contained a little pocket and it consisted of the small dove necklace that your father had made you when you were born. You had left it in your room merely hours before you got sent to the Sky box just so the guards couldn’t take it. So, you were more than slightly relieved when you found it in the book.
The day after you received your necklace, guards had come to duty early. Or so you thought, in fact Wells was right. The 100, now 102, were going to be sent down to earth. As the guards opened the metal door to your cell you slowly stood up, Octavia glanced at you nervously before taking a small step backwards.
“Prisoners 83 and 39 please follow us,” the gruff voice of the guards left no debate as two other guards flanked him holding their tasers in warning.
“It’ll be okay, “you whispered confidently to Octavia, walking first you followed the owner of the voice as he started walking down the hall. Octavia following you, quickly grabbing onto your hand. “Are you okay?” you muttered as you looked down at her. She nodded sending an unsure smile as she timed her steps with yours.
It was minutes being escorted down to the mechanical bay, this had inevitable confused Octavia who had been glued to your side the whole time. “How are you not freaking out right now?” she asked as she took in your calm stature before her eyes widened and she pursed her lips. “You know what this is about don’t you?” her hand slipped out of yours as you nodded.
“They’re not going to hurt us,” you responded as the corner of your lips fell into a frown. Your hand feeling surprisingly cold without her touch. Growing up you had always wanted a sibling, and when you met Octavia, it felt as though that void was filled.
Surprising to you, Octavia slipped her hand into yours once more. “Okay,” she wasn’t saying she trusted your every word, but you seemed so sure that it convinced her.
Finally, they reached the bottom of the mechanical section, as you spotted the pod you exhaled deeply. Tapping the shoulder of the Guard in front of you, “is my father here, he works in the mechanics field?” The guard shook his head as his lips tightened before his head turned and his eyes met yours.
“All parents were sent home for the day,” he stated before ushering the both of you into the pod. You face fell as Octavia squeezed your hand gently in comfort her eyes holding slight sympathy.
Sitting down in the first seat you could, you grabbed the ‘seat belt’. It was a piece of metal tied to a strap that tied around another piece of metal, that clicked in. It wasn’t necessarily safe. From the opposite side of you was, Wells. He sent you a tentative smile as his eyes connected with yours. Sending a timid smile back your head turn to the side to find Octavia sat next to you flirting with the boy beside her. With a long sigh you close your eyes, this might take a while.
Your eyes snapped open when someone was placed in the other chair opposite you, next to Wells. The shuffling of the guards was quiet but still noticeable over the complaining of the other teenagers. The blonde of her hair still looked the same, just slightly more dishevelled, however she was still as beautiful as you remembered. She was passed out, most likely a sedative given by the guards. She looked relaxed, the frown lines between her eyebrows had disappeared and her face was relaxed without the normal frown she usually wore.
The pod had launched by the time Clarke had awoken, Wells had desperately tried to talk to her, but she’d simply brush him off with harsh words and an eye roll. As bad as you felt for Wells you could help the tug of your lips when she blew him off. Clarke’s eyes analysed the faces around her, her eyebrow lifted and her lips downturned when her eyes caught yours. You sent her a small smile, one that she hesitantly reciprocated. The pod shook violently as you held the makeshift seatbelt between your fingers so tight that your knuckles turned white. The faint sound of Chancellor Jaha still blasted through the pod as everyone let out surprised gasps, screams and shrieks.
Inhaling deep you turned your head to the side to find Octavia already looking at you. Her eyes held a sliver of panic that soon faded when you sent her a small smile and held out your hand. You gripped her hand desperately, ignoring all the banter that had continued through the pod about Wells and his father. That was until a boy unbuckled his seatbelt and started floating.
“Spacewalk bandit strikes again,” a boy yelled as the floater smirked in his direction causing many cheers. You rolled your eyes and scoffed out a small, ‘idiot’. You didn’t have a problem with the boy risking his life, not one, until he approached Wells.
“Check it out. Your dad floated me, after all.” The floater taunted, as he did a flip landing in front of Wells. As much as the friendly competition between Wells and you went, it didn’t involve ignoring each other when they needed help.
“I wouldn’t be talking, Space boy, you wasted a month of oxygen on the Ark. Oxygen that our families need to survive. I wouldn’t exactly call that brave; I’d call it plain stupidity.” You retorted as he turned to you with a frown.
“I got nothing up there, not anymore,” he responded with a scoff, “Why should I care what happens to them?” he asked as he floated over towards you. You didn’t say anything but smile.
“So, you wouldn’t even care if your girlfriend suffocated, because I can tell you, they’re sending us down for extra months of oxygen, because idiots like you decide it isn’t important.” You argued with a teasing smile on your face, Octavia squeezed your hand in warning as he came close to your face, almost as if he was threating you.
“how’d you know about that?” he breathed as he continued to float in front of you. You rolled your eyes, as you squeezed Octavia’s hand.
“I got my secrets and you got yours,” he raised his eyebrows clearly not convinced, if felt like minutes before he floated away from you. It was true, he had his secrets and you had yours. Not that you would ever tell your secret to a listening audience anyway. Your other hand clasped over your necklace. No one could know.
It didn’t take long before two other idiots decided to start floating as well, however that didn’t last long because they soon broke the Earth’s atmosphere, where the pod jerked and twisted as two bodies flew into the ceiling and floor repeatedly. “Look away,” you advised as you leaned into Octavia’s ear as you caught her watching in horror, she did as you said as her hand squeezed your impossibly tight.
You could hear Wells confessions and apologies over the sound of blaring alarms and the sizzling of wires. You heard just enough to feel absolutely sorry for the boy as you watched Clarke claim her hatred for him. More people shouted in fear as the pod made one last jerk. The buckles of the seatbelts were thrown around as the rush of teenagers scrambled down to the lower deck. Turning to Octavia, you found her stuck, the belt had caught onto an extra piece of metal making it impossible to untie.
“Hold still, “you said quietly as you leaned over her, grabbing a small knife from your back pocket.
“Where’d you get that?” she asked when she noticed the knife. Your eyebrows were knitted in concentration as you rubbed back and forth on the strap that kept her tied to the chair.
You could hear voices behind you, “the guard shoved it in my pocket before anyone could notice, said it was from my father,” you explained as she watched you intently, smiling once the tension she felt to the seat disappear.
A voice called your name as you smiled down to Octavia, “what are you doing here?” her voice asked as you finally turned around.
“I couldn’t let you go alone, not without me,” you admitted as you walked closer towards her. You reached out, grabbing her hands before you pulled her into a deep hug. “I missed you, beautiful,” you whispered as your lips brushed against her ear. Your hands were snaked around her waist as you held her flush against you. “More than I would like to admit.”
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butmakeitgayblog · 10 months
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Because I'm sad tonight just end me: how long does eventually live Lexa after getting married to Clarke?
Challenge accepted?
They get married in late August, and Clarke lays her to rest at the very beginning of the following spring in March. Which was longer than any of the doctors had imagined possible, but Lexa seemed pretty determined to spend at least one Christmas and Valentine's day together 😔.
They go apple picking in the fall and carve pumpkins for the window display at the shop and take a week long road trip along the coast to see all the fiery range of foliage. They dress up as Peter Pan and an extremely appreciated sluttier version of Wendy for Halloween just to get tipsy on hard apple cider on the front porch while handing out candy to the neighborhood kids.
For Christmas they make new stockings together and watch White Christmas and Meet Me in St. Louis and every other classic holiday movie that is vaguely musical on repeat just so Clarke can make Lexa sing a long to every song. They exchange gifts and bake cookies that Lexa doesn't really have the appitite to eat, but that's alright. It's more just to make the memories together anyway. Clarke manages to talk Lexa into making a little pair of sapphic snow angels in the yard, aaaand then spends the rest of the evening warming a very shivery Lexa back up by the Griffin's home fire 🤦🏼‍♀️
For Valentine's Lexa employs Abby and Gus of all people to go to the store in the city for her to get bags of tiny chocolates and those little cards kids give each other in grade school. 365 little valentines to be exact, and yes she makes her father count them for her - twice -, and she writes loving notes and sweet words of devotion for her wife. She puts them in box along with a thick stack of letters wrapped in a satin bow, each labeled with a day or an age or a big life event written in her elegant script across the top of the envelope. And she makes Clarke sit with her on the bed because she doesn't have a lot of leftover strength by then, and she explains her thoughts with her gift.
She explains that she knows the next year will probably get pretty dark at times. But that even on the bad days, when everything feels hopeless, and ugly, and bitter, Clarke will still always deserve to enjoy the small things in life. To take at least one moment each day and allow herself to enjoy the little things that make living just a little bit sweeter. And she explains that while maybe the letters feel a tiny bit morbid ("I really went back and forth on these. I didn't want it to feel like I was talking to you from beyond the grave 🤨" as Lexa puts it very seriously), they're meant to be little reminders that no matter what happens, Lexa is right there with her every step of the way. She says her favorite thing in the world has always been books (yes yes besides Clarke of course 😏🙄 "I can't believe I agreed to marry you. You're so full of yourself") because she believes something magical happens in the process of putting words on pages. That she believes when you take the time to put down your thoughts and your feelings onto paper, you leave a little piece of your soul scattered among the words. And now she knows Clarke will have these pieces of her, along with all her support and all of her love. And that on the big days of Clarke's future... like her graduation, or getting her dream job... getting remarried, maybe one day having kids... That should Clarke ever need or want to hear how proud she is of her, everything Lexa feels for her is just an envelope away.
Suffice it to say, it's a very love filled seven months...
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lexa-griffins · 5 months
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I’m poorly with both Tietze syndrome or potentially (more likely) rheumatoid arthritis in the chest (drs yet to determine it yet) and got a cough which definitely not helping my pain. I was wondering, i know you do your horny hour or sun Sunday but if could I have a special request of farm clexa with ranya to soothe my soul? Angst or soft fluff I don’t mind but only if you don’t mind of course you are the talented creator of this au.
Oh no!! That sucks 😓 well i hope this little headcanon soothes your soul ☺️
Raven and Anya meet for the very first time at Clarke and Lexa's wedding.
Anya is one of Lexa's third distant cousins, living in the closest city to their little town. She used to come and visit her cousin once in a while, but the small town life was never for her, so she rarely stayed longer than a week. Raven, on the other hand, was born and raised in this small town, and she has no plan to leave. She's fresh out of high school and works in Jake's auto shop, been working there since she was sixteen alongside Clarke and Jake as told her if she keeps it up he'll gladly leave the shop for her to run in a couple of years.
The wedding is very sweet and intimate, of course. At 19, Lexa and Clarke couldn't even afford wedding bands, Lexa's dress is a thrift shop old prom dress find she altered by herself, and Clarke's jumpsuit is a generic one from a store with her dad's white blazer on top. None the less, they are over the moon in love with one another, their now better looking farm decorated with fairy lights and candles in jars, full of flowers and drapped fabric to make it more wedding like. As some guests dance and others lively talk with each other, Lexa and Clarke are twirling with each other, completely unaware of the world around them.
Until Lexa catches Anya approaching Raven with a drink, her usually not talkative cousin suddenly all smiles and full of words to share with Clarke's oldest friend.
"Love?"
Clarke barely registers anything that isn't Lexa in her arms, looking lovingly at her wife "Yes Mrs Griffin?"
Lexa smiles brightly at her title and gives Clarke a kiss that prolongs for just a little longer before she rememebers what she called Clarke's attention for, "Hmm, look at Anya and Raven."
Clarke doesn't. She just stares at Lexa with a loving smile on her face.
"Love, look." She tells her again and this forces her eyes away from her wife to look at them.
Her eyebrow shot to her hairline. "Is Anya smiling?"
"She is! Its.... bizarre. Raven seems to be enjoying the conversation tho."
In their sits, Raven and Anya keep on talking, big smiles on their faces as they seem to poke at each other as they eat their cake.
"Next year your cousin will be fully settled in town."
Lexa rolls her eyes at her wife, "Please, Anya would rather walk into traffic than move to such a small town."
Clarke shrugs, confident in her assumption, "She might find something she loves here. Love makes you do some weird things."
Lexa chuckles at her wife’s romance idealism. A strand of hair falls from Clarke's braided crown and Lexa tucks it back behind her ear softly, before pressing their foreheads together "Like what?"
"Hm.... Like this!" Clarke exclaims as she pulls Lexa off her feet and spins her around the dance floor in fit of giggles, their guesys turning to see the young newlyweds happily showing their love. Clarke holds Lexa up for a minite as they kiss, only breaking away when Raven throws them a loud "GET A ROOM" that makes the guests laugh. When Lexa and Clarke turn to her to give her the finger, they find Anya lovingly staring at her before finding herself being caught by her cousin and her wife, hisding away her blushing face with a glass of champagne.
Clarke is right, however. Within four months of their wedding, Anya visits more and more often. She's staying in town, she tells them, and its on her fifth visit that they realize that in town means Raven's small apartment above Jake's auto shop.
They date long distance for 7 months until Raven tells Anya she cant do it anymore. She doesnt want to move to the city and she can't deal with only seeing her once a month. They break up over the phone and Raven spends the entire weekend in clexa's cottage nursing her broken heart while Lexa tries to get ahold of her cousin who simply does not answer the phone.
On monday Raven is head deep in the hood of a car, greasy and with stained overalls when Anya’s nice car, far too nice for a town like this, pulls up in front of the shop's garage. Raven is shocked when she sees her, ready to tell her to go away and not embarrass herself when Anya drops to one knee, right there in the dirty shop's floor and asks Raven to marry her.
"Anya, what are you doing, get up!"
"No."
There's a speech there. One about how much Anya loves Raven, how every day they are apart all Anya can think about is her and its so stupid and maddening because Anya never cared about falling in love or marrying but even just a weekend knowing her and Raven were over was like hell on earth. So Anya sold her apartment, got all of her minimalistic life in her car, applied for remote work with her job and she bought an engagement ring. For the first time in her life she doesn't care if she doesn't have a nice apartment or if her car is a mercedes or whatever she cares about before. All Anya knows is that she wants Raven and she'll do whatever Raven wants her to have her.
It is quite the shock for Lexa when she opens the door to Raven, showing her an engagement ring and her cousin looking coy behind her, apologizing for not answering the phone.
They have a long engagement. They spend most of their free time making love in Raven's apartment until they realize it is entirely too small for two people, even with Anya’s barely there belongings.
They buy a farmhouse just at the end of town, a newly renovated one, modern but simple, perfect for them. Anya makes good money, and she enjoys working from home, finds herself enjoying breakfast in the porch and the quiet of the small town, the farmers market, and being closer to her favorite cousin. She takes up cooking and regularly brings Raven some food for lunch. She likes building and helps Clarke with a lot of projects around their farm, even if she nearly loses an eye by Clarke's hand when they are building the chicken coop.
They decide not to have a wedding ceremony. Raven has a difficult relationship with her family and Anya’s is so big it feels overwhelming. So they marry at the town hall, 4 years after being engaged with Lexa and Clarke there as witnesses, Raven's goddaughter already in Lexa's belly although barely visible.
As they exit the building already married, Anya picks Raven up and twirls her around in her arms while Raven giggles and yells at her to stop. Already by their truck, Lexa and Clarke yell in unison, "GET A ROOM!"
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izloveshorses · 8 months
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screenshotting this scene isn't enough, there's so much to unpack,,,, like,,,
bellamy asleep on the couch in her office,,,,, they were probably working together and she told him to take a little nap,,,,
she writes his name like <33 ~~bellamy blake~~ <33 with curly letters and little hearts
the script saying it was easy for her to include him on the list
he hears her crying and then he wakes up and knows immediately what she's crying about and how to comfort her
"if i'm on that list, you're on that list, write it down or i will" is just "you want forgiveness, i'll give that to you" or "together" or essentially ily etc etc etc!!!!!!
he writes her name in all caps, like he's daring anyone to argue with him that clarke griffin doesn't belong on this list too
"you still have hope?" "we still breathing?"
because they lift each other up when one of them is struggling with the weight of it all after a particularly hard day, they provide that encouragement when no one else does,
the hand on her shoulder purely for comfort's sake, much like the 3x13 hug
the hand nuzzle????????? hello??????? ohmygod???
girlie looks so sad when he walks away,,,,
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reallygroovyninja · 4 months
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Something Blue
Clarke stood at the foot of the stone steps leading up to the grand church, her eyes tracing the intricate carvings on the archway. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the distant sound of joyous music from inside, but for Clarke, it all seemed distant, almost surreal. 
As she watched couples and families enter the church, laughing and chatting in their elegant attire, a sense of dread settled in her stomach. She was supposed to be one of them, full of anticipation and joy, but instead, she felt like an outsider looking in. 
Her hand instinctively went to the necklace Finn had given her, a habit she hadn't been able to break even months after their breakup. They had talked about marriage, about a future together. If things had gone differently, if they had still been together, maybe it would have been them sending out wedding invitations, choosing flowers, and tasting cake samples. 
But that dream had crumbled just like their relationship, leaving her with a heart still tender from the loss. She remembered the nights she spent planning their hypothetical wedding, the places they would go, the life they would build. And now, standing outside this church, those dreams felt like echoes from someone else's life. 
Taking a deep breath, Clarke adjusted the clutch in her hand and forced a smile. She was here for her friend's happiness, not to dwell on her own broken fairytales. Yet, as she took the first step towards the church entrance, each movement felt heavier, weighed down by the ghost of what could have been. 
Inside, the wedding would be a celebration of love, a reminder of the commitment she once thought she'd have by now. But Clarke Griffin was no stranger to overcoming pain and adversity. With a final glance at the church's ornate doors, she steeled herself for the flood of emotions that awaited her and stepped forward, leaving her lost dreams on the steps behind her. 
Inside the church, away from the bustling crowd of guests, Lexa found herself in a quiet corner with Lincoln, the groom. The grandeur of the church's interior, with its stained glass windows casting colorful patterns on the floor, formed a stark contrast to the nervous energy emanating from Lincoln. 
"Hey, let me help you with that," Lexa offered gently, noticing Lincoln fumbling with his bowtie. Her hands were steady and skilled as she reached out to adjust the slightly askew accessory. 
Lincoln gave her a grateful look, his hands falling to his sides. "Thanks, Lexa. I can't believe I'm still nervous about getting this right," he chuckled nervously, trying to mask his pre-wedding jitters. 
"It's normal to be nervous," Lexa reassured him, focusing on perfecting the bowtie. "It's a big day. But you know, everything's going to be great. Octavia is lucky to have you." 
As she smoothed out the fabric, Lincoln's gaze was thoughtful, almost introspective. "I'm the lucky one," he murmured. "I never thought I'd find someone who understood me like she does." 
Lexa smiled at his words, a tinge of wistfulness in her eyes. "That's what makes it all worth it, doesn't it? Finding someone who gets you, who stands by you no matter what." 
Lincoln nodded, his expression softening. "Exactly. And hey, don't worry, Lexa. Your person is out there too. Someone who will see you for the amazing person you are." 
Her smile was a mix of gratitude and melancholy. "I hope so." 
With the bowtie now impeccably in place, Lexa took a step back, giving Lincoln an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "There, you're all set. Octavia is waiting for you. Go make some beautiful memories." 
As Lincoln moved towards the altar, Lexa lingered in the shadows, her gaze drifting across the church. She couldn't help but feel a sense of solitude amidst the celebration of love around her. Yet, there was also a quiet strength in her stance, a resilience that spoke of her journey and the hope that still lingered in her heart. 
As Clarke entered the church, she felt the weight of dozens of eyes glancing her way. A friendly usher, noticing her hesitation, offered his arm. "This way, Miss. You're seated on the bride's side." 
Gratefully, Clarke accepted his assistance. As they walked down the aisle, her gaze swept over the opulent decorations. The church was adorned with an array of beautiful flowers, their fragrance subtly perfuming the air. Above, the stained glass windows painted the interior with a kaleidoscope of light, casting ethereal patterns on the guests. 
The guests themselves were an assortment of familiar and unknown faces. Couples whispered to each other, children fidgeted in their seats, and older relatives looked on with sentimental smiles. Each person seemed to radiate a sense of joy and celebration, yet Clarke couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at their apparent contentment. 
Her eyes then fell upon the groom, Lincoln, standing at the altar. He looked both nervous and excited, embodying the very essence of a man on the brink of a new life chapter. Beside him stood a woman, her back turned to Clarke, skillfully adjusting his bowtie. Something about her posture, the confident way she moved, piqued Clarke's curiosity. 
As the woman finished her task and stepped back, she turned slightly, allowing Clarke a glimpse of her profile. Even from a distance, there was an unmistakable strength and grace about her. Clarke found herself momentarily captivated, her own anxieties momentarily forgotten. 
The usher gently guided Clarke to her seat, breaking her line of sight. As she settled into her place, she couldn't help but glance back towards the altar, the image of the mysterious woman lingering in her mind. The ceremony was about to begin, but Clarke's thoughts were already weaving a story about the stranger who seemed so at ease in a moment that felt so pivotal. 
After ensuring Lincoln was ready, Lexa quietly slipped away to find her seat on the groom's side. The church was filled with a gentle hum of anticipation as the guests eagerly awaited the ceremony's start. Lexa moved with a quiet grace, her eyes scanning the rows until she found her designated spot. 
As she settled into her seat, the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the ceremony's commencement. The guests hushed, turning their attention to the back of the church. The opening notes of a soft, melodic processional filled the air, and all heads turned in unison. 
Then, there she was – Octavia. She appeared at the entrance, radiant and ethereal, her gown flowing behind her like a cascade of liquid moonlight. Every detail of her attire, from the delicate lace to the subtle shimmer of her veil, spoke of elegance and grace. 
Lexa watched, a warm smile playing on her lips. She had seen Octavia go through highs and lows, and now here she was, taking confident, poised steps towards a new chapter of her life. Lincoln's face, awash with emotion, mirrored the awe and love that filled the church. 
The guests were visibly moved, some dabbing their eyes, others smiling broadly. Lexa's gaze briefly swept over the crowd, noting the varied expressions of joy and sentimentality. Her eyes briefly met a blonde across the aisle, a fleeting connection that lingered just a moment longer than necessary. 
Clarke's heart swelled with affection for her friend; Octavia, who had always been more like a sister, was about to embark on one of life's most beautiful journeys. 
As Octavia gracefully made her way down the aisle, Clarke's eyes were drawn to her, witnessing each confident step that brought her closer to Lincoln. There was something incredibly moving about the scene, something that stirred a mixture of emotions within Clarke – joy for Octavia, nostalgia for what could have been, and a lingering sense of loneliness. 
In a brief respite from her emotions, Clarke's gaze wandered across the aisle. It was then that her eyes met a brunette’s. The connection was fleeting, a mere moment in which two strangers acknowledged each other's presence. Yet, in that brief exchange, Clarke sensed an unspoken understanding, a shared feeling of being solitary in a room full of paired souls. 
The brunette’s eyes held a depth that intrigued Clarke, a hint of empathy and strength that resonated with her own feelings. The moment passed quickly as Octavia approached the altar, but the brief connection left a lingering curiosity in Clarke's mind, a small spark amidst the solemnity of the ceremony. 
The ceremony was a tapestry of emotion and beauty, woven with the threads of love and commitment. As Octavia and Lincoln exchanged their vows, their voices filled with the depth of their feelings, the church was enveloped in a sense of sacred solemnity. The vows echoed not just as promises to each other but as affirmations of the power of love. 
Clarke, watching from her seat, felt a whirlwind of emotions. The sincerity in Octavia's voice, the way Lincoln's eyes shone with unshed tears, all of it reminded her of the fragility and strength of love. Despite her own heart's recent scars, she couldn't help but be moved by the beauty of the moment. It was a poignant reminder of what love could be, what it should be. 
Across the aisle, Lexa observed the ceremony with a quiet respect. The depth of the couple's commitment, the way their hands clasped tightly, spoke volumes about the journey they were embarking upon. As someone who valued strength and loyalty, Lexa found a deep appreciation for the solemnity and joy of the occasion. 
When the officiant finally pronounced Octavia and Lincoln as husband and wife, the church erupted in applause. The sound was like a wave of happiness washing over everyone, uniting them in a shared moment of joy. As the newlyweds turned to face their guests, their faces radiant, Clarke and Lexa joined in the applause, each lost in their own reflections. 
The moment the couple walked down the aisle, petals and light surrounding them, Clarke caught the brunette's eye again. This time, the connection lingered a bit longer, a silent acknowledgment of the beauty they had both witnessed. There was an unspoken understanding, a shared experience that momentarily bridged the distance between them. 
As Octavia and Lincoln passed by, their happiness seemed to light up the room. Clarke felt a smile tug at her lips, genuinely happy for her friend, while Lexa's eyes followed the couple with a soft, reflective gaze. 
The reception was held in a beautifully decorated hall, where tables adorned with elegant centerpieces and soft, ambient lighting created a welcoming atmosphere. Clarke entered the hall, her eyes scanning the room for her assigned table. The chatter and laughter of the guests filled the air, mixing with the soft melodies playing in the background. 
She navigated through the crowd, her hands lightly brushing against the fabric of her dress. The table numbers, elegantly written on small placards, guided her through the sea of guests. As she located her table, a sense of relief washed over her. The thought of finding a familiar face in the crowd had been a small beacon of comfort. 
Approaching her table, Clarke glanced at the place cards, searching for her name. Finding it, she sighed softly, preparing herself for an evening of polite conversation with acquaintances. However, as she took her seat, she couldn't help but notice the person seated to the right of her spot. 
It was the brunette. 
The same woman who had helped the groom with his bowtie, the same woman she had shared a fleeting, yet memorable, glance with during the ceremony. Lexa was already seated, her posture relaxed yet elegant, a glass of wine in her hand. She looked up as Clarke approached, their eyes meeting once again. 
"Hi, I'm Clarke," she said, extending her hand with a polite smile. 
"Lexa," came the reply, accompanied by a firm, warm handshake. There was a hint of recognition in Lexa's eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of their earlier encounter. 
Clarke took her seat, feeling an unexpected ease in Lexa's presence. The coincidence of their seating arrangement seemed to break down the initial barriers of conversation.  
As the reception carried on, with guests milling around and the soft clinking of glasses punctuating the air, Lexa turned to Clarke with a curious tilt of her head. "So, how do you know Octavia?" she asked, her voice carrying a genuine interest. 
Clarke paused for a moment, her gaze drifting as she gathered her thoughts. "We grew up together in Arkadia," she began, a hint of nostalgia coloring her voice. "It's a small town where everyone knows everyone. Octavia and I, we've been through a lot together. It's one of those friendships that's as much about surviving the bad times as it is about celebrating the good ones." 
Lexa listened attentively, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "Sounds like you've shared quite a journey. It's rare to have that kind of lasting connection from childhood." 
"Yeah, it is," Clarke agreed, her smile softening. "Octavia's more like a sister than a friend. We've supported each other through everything – family dramas, school, the whole rollercoaster of growing up. And now, seeing her get married, it's like a new chapter for her, for both of us, really." 
The conversation flowed effortlessly, with Lexa sharing bits of her own experiences and Clarke elaborating on her childhood in Arkadia. They talked about the adventures they had as kids, the challenges of finding their paths as adults, and the importance of having someone to rely on through it all. 
As they spoke, Clarke felt a growing sense of connection with Lexa. It was comforting to talk to someone who understood the value of deep, enduring friendships. Lexa's presence, her easy conversation, and her empathetic listening made Clarke feel at ease, a feeling she hadn't expected to find at the wedding. 
As the night progressed, the atmosphere in the reception hall grew increasingly festive. Music filled the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and conversation. Clarke and Lexa, lost in their own world, found their glasses refilled more often than not, the flow of alcohol mirroring the flow of their conversation. 
The more they talked, the more relaxed they became. The initial formalities and polite small talk gave way to deeper, more candid exchanges. Stories about their pasts, their dreams, their disappointments, and their triumphs were shared over the clinking of glasses and the occasional laughter. 
Lexa's humor, dry and well-timed, had Clarke laughing more freely than she had in months. In return, Clarke's openness, and her ability to see the beauty in small things brought a smile to Lexa's face, one that seemed to light up her entire being. 
With each sip of wine, their guards lowered further. The alcohol, acting as a social lubricant, erased the last remnants of any awkwardness between them. They teased each other, challenged each other, and found comfort in the easy banter that had developed. 
In a room full of people celebrating love and union, Clarke and Lexa found themselves exploring a different kind of connection – one born out of chance, nurtured through conversation, and solidified with a mutual understanding and respect. 
The reception, with its joyous celebration, had unknowingly become the backdrop for the beginning of a beautiful friendship. As they continued to talk, the possibilities of where this newfound bond could lead seemed as endless as the night itself. 
As the reception reached its peak, with the music growing louder and the crowd more animated, Lexa leaned closer to Clarke, her voice barely audible over the din. "Would you like to step outside for a bit? It's quieter out there," she suggested, a hint of eagerness in her tone. 
Clarke, who had been feeling slightly overwhelmed by the noise and the bustle of the reception, nodded in agreement. "That sounds great," she replied, grateful for the offer. 
They excused themselves from the table, weaving through the throngs of dancing and chatting guests. The contrast between the boisterous atmosphere inside and the tranquility of the outdoors was striking. As they stepped outside, the cool night air was a welcome relief, carrying with it the scent of the evening flowers. 
The venue's garden, beautifully illuminated by soft, twinkling lights, offered a serene escape from the festivities. Clarke took a deep breath, feeling the noise and clamor of the reception fade away, replaced by a peaceful stillness. 
Lexa led the way to a secluded bench under a canopy of stars. They sat down, the quiet enveloping them like a soothing blanket. The distant sounds of the party became a gentle hum, allowing them a space to talk without having to raise their voices. 
The calm of the night seemed to open up a different space between them, one where words flowed more thoughtfully, and silences held a comfortable ease. Lexa's gaze on Clarke was attentive, her presence both grounding and reassuring. 
Sitting there, under the night sky, Clarke felt an unexpected sense of contentment. The chaos of her thoughts, the reminders of her past that had haunted her during the ceremony, seemed to dissipate in Lexa's company. 
They spoke about everything and nothing – the stars above them, the dreams they harbored, the simple joys of life. It was a conversation that meandered effortlessly, punctuated by moments of laughter and reflective silence. 
In that quiet garden, away from the eyes and ears of the world, Clarke and Lexa found themselves sharing not just words, but parts of their souls. It was a connection that neither had anticipated, a serendipitous meeting of hearts and minds that neither would soon forget. 
As the night wore on, Clarke and Lexa remained outside, engrossed in their conversation under the vast, star-studded sky. The world inside the reception seemed a distant memory, and the tranquility of the night enveloped them in its embrace. 
The stars shone brightly above, casting a gentle glow over the garden. The air was cool, but the warmth between Clarke and Lexa seemed to defy the chill. They talked about everything from the constellations above to the little intricacies of their lives, each revelation bringing them closer. 
In those quiet hours, a subtle shift occurred between them. The laughter and conversation gradually gave way to moments of comfortable silence, where words were no longer needed. They sat close, their shoulders brushing occasionally, sending a tingling sensation through Clarke. 
Lexa turned to Clarke, her eyes reflecting the starlight, and in them, Clarke saw a depth of emotion that resonated with her own feelings. There was a question in Lexa's gaze, a silent inquiry that seemed to hang in the air between them. 
Clarke's heart raced as she met Lexa's eyes, the world around them fading into obscurity. In that moment, there was only Lexa, her captivating eyes, and the unspoken connection that had been building throughout the evening. 
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Lexa leaned in, her gaze never leaving Clarke's. Clarke's breath hitched, anticipation and a rush of emotions flooding her senses. Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle at first, but quickly deepened with the pent-up emotion of the night. 
The kiss was a fusion of everything they had shared – the laughter, the stories, the understanding, and the undeniable attraction. It felt right, like a missing piece falling into place, a sweet culmination of the connection that had sparked between them. 
As they pulled away, their eyes locked once more, a new understanding passing between them. The kiss had changed something, neither of them had expected but both welcomed. 
In the aftermath of their first kiss, Clarke and Lexa's eyes lingered on each other, an unspoken question hanging in the air. The initial softness of their embrace evolved into something more, a tangible electricity that coursed between them. 
Lexa's hand found its way to Clarke's cheek, her touch tender yet full of intent. Clarke's response was immediate, her own hand reaching up to gently rest on Lexa's. The world around them seemed to stand still, the distant sounds of the reception fading into nothingness. 
Their next kiss was initiated by Clarke, bolder now, a reflection of the desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface. Lexa met her with equal passion, their lips moving together in a dance as old as time. The kiss deepened, fueled by the emotions that had been building throughout the evening - a mix of newfound affection, attraction, and a hint of something deeper. 
The garden around them, bathed in moonlight and shadow, became their sanctuary. The kisses grew more fervent, more insistent, as if they were trying to communicate all the words they hadn't yet spoken. Each touch, each caress, spoke volumes, telling stories of longing, discovery, and a budding love. 
Clarke felt herself being pulled into a whirlpool of sensation, each kiss igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed. Lexa's presence, so strong yet gentle, was an anchor in the storm of emotions Clarke was experiencing. 
Their kisses were like whispers in the night, fervent and full of promise. In those moments, nothing else mattered but the feel of Lexa's lips on hers, the taste of a beginning, the sensation of falling into something new and terrifyingly beautiful. 
As they finally broke apart, breathless and with hearts racing, the reality of their surroundings slowly seeped back in. The distant music, the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze, the soft glow of the lights in the garden – all bore witness to the transformation of their relationship from strangers to something more profound. 
Under the canopy of stars, Clarke and Lexa found not just a connection, but a passion that promised the dawn of a new day in their lives, a day they were both eager to embrace. 
From the balcony overlooking the garden, Lincoln and Octavia paused in their festivities to take in the view below. Their eyes landed on Clarke and Lexa, visible in the soft light of the garden, caught in an intimate moment.  
Lincoln raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Octavia merely smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "I had a feeling about those two," she said to Lincoln, her voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. "When I was planning the seating arrangements, something told me to put them together. Looks like I was onto something." She leaned against Lincoln, her expression one of contentment, happy not just for their own union, but for the potential new beginning blooming in the garden below. 
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(   REINA HARDESTY.  CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER.   )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting her DEAD SISTER’S LOCKET we’ve spotted JESSICA ONO,  a twenty eight year old who contributes to our thriving community as a SCOUT. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for ONE YEAR and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they DO agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she was a dancer before the outbreak but she's never danced since ; she keeps a journal with her at all times but writes in it sparingly, only the most important things are ever added ; is incredibly hot-tempered and finds it impossible to fully trust people, but will still risk her life for anyone.  doesn’t that make them fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.
STATISTICS.
name: jessica morgana ono
dob: nov 7th 1995
age: 28
height: 5'5
hometown: malibu, california
role: scout
sexuality: bisexual
star chart: scorpio sun, taurus moon, leo rising, sagittarius venus
personality stats: black widow (marvel), clarke griffin (the 100), lana kane (archer), robin scherbatsky (himym), rosa diaz (b99)
types: intj, choleric
family: ryuji ono (father, deceased), catherine ono (mother, deceased), grace ono (sister, deceased)
HISTORY.
tw death, minimal gore, alcohol
the outbreak started when she was 16, never a chance for her to even experiment with what felt like new-found womanhood, no longer just a kid. she'd give anything now to still be that kid, instead of so violently forced into becoming a survivor.
she lost her youngest sister just when she thought she was succeeding in keeping her safe from everything. it was just them left, their parents gone years before so early into the outbreak. jess and her sister grace floated around groups, trying their best to stay in numbers if they had any chance of surviving and doing what they needed to do to stay safe.
they saw almost every group crumble, always human error, always greed. if there wasn't some betrayal or bid for power that caused its ruin, jess would take grace in the night and sneak away instead, convinced she got a bad feeling about the people they were entrusting their lives with. she doesn't think the outbreak changed people, just allowed them the freedom to be who they've always been. 
when it was just them on their own, the rain forcing them to find shelter, they'd broken into a drugstore to try and find something useful. it hadn't been looted yet, so the pair were in high spirits. before they knew it, their exit was blocked, and any other attempt to find one was met with the same fate. eventually jess found a broken sky light and started to climb through, her hand extended to pull up her sister. next thing she knew, the infected were just beneath grace, swiping at the younger girl. jessica couldn't hold on or pull her up no matter how hard she tried, the rain was coming down hard and she just kept slipping. it went too quick, jess didn't have a chance to react as their hands finally broke free. jess swiped one final try to catch her sister, but only tore away her necklace instead. jess stayed sobbing on the rooftop for a while after grace's screams finally quietened. she had her sister's skin beneath her nails from holding on so tightly,  tighter each time she felt her slipping. she still gets nightmares of that slipping sensation,  her being so close but just a smidge out of reach, with her sister’s screams echoing over and over. after that, she lost her way.
she acted riskier, careless in her attempt at survival. she just didn't know what exactly she was doing anymore, who she was fighting for or why she was still alive. it was in her lowest moments she found someone who looked just as beat up as her, low on everything, and not sure where to go; the injured william barlowe. it was her fault he fell, spooking him by accident when investigating what all the noise was... still, she wasn't sure if she should've helped, her own needs were desperate and he was a stranger, but ultimately jessica stayed with him and fixed him up. she didn't fully trust him at first but eventually she could tell that they were the same, and he looked out for her, too.
now at boulder, jess finds herself on the outside more than others. being a scout suits her for so many reasons: she likes to be in the know, would rather put herself in danger than anyone else risk it, and if all things go tit’s up, at least she's in top form. she even appreciates the quarantine, a way to debrief and set herself straight without people around her.
PERSONALITY.
she likes her solitude,  likes having as minimal people to worry about as possible. despite this,  jess deeply cares for people, and she doesn't wish harm on anyone— but she will do anything to keep those she cares for safe, and that means anything.
she finds it incredibly hard to trust people fully, even if she really likes you she will always have her guard up and expect the worst. it really does take a lot for her to get to the trust completely point as a lot of people have broken it for her in the past — when she does trust you, she is the most loyal person
can be extremely stubborn, sarcastic and blunt at times, often because she doesn't want to reveal or talk about something but it really depends on the day
a hot-head xxx i feel like she's learnt to just shut up most of the time because she always says something she regrets. very very easy to piss off x
MISC THINGS.
preferred weapon is a bow and arrow or crossbow, likes that it's more or less silent in the grand scheme of things but always has a knife on her too
she's very flexible, nimble, light on her feet and agile from her dancing background and she uses these techniques when scouting, helping her reach tougher spots. if the world ever goes back to normal she'd have a parkour channel for sure
always wears her sister's locket around her neck, it has a photo of jess and grace when they were younger
speaks english, japanese & french fluently
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
if she's not with will then she's definitely with fellow scouts /scavengers /trainers/trainees ! basically at the training yards working out a lot of the time… so sparring or general working out partners would be lovely pls… 
if she's not at the training yard then she's at the bar drinking her sorrows away... drinking buds... yes... maybe instead of talking about their feelings aka being healthy, jess got your muse incredibly drunk
random, stupid hookups, accidental one night stands, when kissing your face was a better alternative to you seeing me cry.... um... she would just like to feel something, but she will refuse to give anyone anything real or emotional, that shit is locked up.. and she's in a little bit in love with will
someone she's potentially clashed with... maybe still does... girly is not smart with her big mouth
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The 100 Rewatch 2023 ep 1.3
Earth Kills.
Yes we love the Earth Skills/Earth Kills play on words.
On the Ark, flash back young happy Jahas and Griffins. They are so cute. Ugh that look Jaha gives Abby and Jake when they're being romantic. So longing, so pining. Frankly that would have been a good storyline.
Groaning Jasper who everyone thinks is dying. Ooh Clarke hears Charlotte having a nightmare. This is a terrible storyline but actually a really good one. The horror, the pain, the tragedy. It points out the injustice of the systems on the Ark. Jailing a prepubescent girl who just lost her parents for assaulting a guard? Where were you Jaha when that went down? Was that a place where you needed to enforce the rules?
Oh, the missing kids. Trina and somebody else. "Trina Relax we're fine." What is that? Oh that's the poison fog. Not fine. Nope. Great way to introduce tension and danger frankly.
Bellamy showing off with his throwing knives. Murphy being an ass. Atom being Bellamy's bitch. lol. Pascale. That's the other one. No they're not just lost. He makes Murphy guard the camp.
Trying to save Jasper who's wound is infected.
O trying to make moves on Atom and Atom taking his punishment and ignoring her. O and Bellamy confrontation. Bellamy being a jackass big brother. Meanwhile Clarke is debriding Jasper's wound and Bellamy thinks he can't save him. "Down here every life matters."
Bellamy. "Look at him, he's a lost cause." THere's a bit of an oracle. Bellamy meanwhile thinks Clarke doesn't have the guts.
"Power hungry self serving jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." Says Monty. Which is actually completely wrong.
Finn however agrees with him about Jasper being a lost cause and that's ANOTHER clue where that guy discards people like trash. Bellamy is wrong and so is Finn.
Abby and Jake fighting about the Ark dying and wanting to tell everyone. He's TALL. And has big shoulders.
Clarke examingin the grounder poultice (go away finn) Wells has figured out what the poultice is and is telling her how to find it and she keeps rolling her eyes and talking to Finn. More blaming him for getting her dad killed. The three find a hidden car. Neat.
Bellamy hunting, turns around and flings an axe and almost hits Charlotte. Enter big brother bellamy. He gives her a knife. Discussion about killing things. "Who knows maybe you're good at it."
They find the seaweed and Wells worries about the sea monster, Finn talks about rigging something. Clarke wades in and gets it. Oh, flock of birds fleeing. The grounder warning horn. O. Kno. RUN RUN.
boo back to the ARk. If it isn't Raven I don't care. Oh its another flashback we find Wells and Clarke playing chess. She tells him about her dad. Yeah yeah. I know. She's wrong. She will regret how she treated him. And we never had enough time for it to matter. I do not like that story choice. Despite it being important later. They shouldn't have killed off Wells.
They run from the poison gas and find the car. Bellamy takes Charlotte into a cave, Atom falls and is caught in it. The kids are running into the dropship. Good and scary.
Wells, Clarke and Finn find booze. Wells "alcohol is toxic." Lawful good. Goodie goodie. which makes Clarke rebel.
Charlotte in the cave with the bad dreams. Bellamy and his fateful inspiring speech telling her to slay her demons when she's awake and they won't be there in her sleep. Fear is weakness. Weakness is death. When you feel afraid hold tight to that knife and say 'screw you, i'm not a afraid.' Sigh. Obviously she doesn't have a hold of her sanity. Or maybe she does. They're setting up a new society down there where people threaten and fight and torture. This is what Bellamy did until he realizes the consequences.
I don't actually want to listen to this drunk Clarke blaming Wells forever for something he didn't do. Ugh. LEave him alone Clarke. Finn tells her to take it easy. Clarke. "I have no idea how to do that." Wells DOES drink the booze. See he would have lightened up.
Jasper still howling in pain. Murphy says he's gonna kill him. Monty and O lock him out. Murphy was awful. Terrible. Great bad guy. Oh hey, anyone watch Flash? I saw Richard was playing a bad guy on that. He's really good at a creepy, morally gray, oddly attractive bad guy.
Clarke wants to be a part of the plot to reveal the dying Ark. She calls her dad dumb. lol. "you picked a fine time to start being a rebellious teenager." And Jake is arrested.
Acid fog gone. Finn doesn't think Wells is innocent of what she accuses him of. This is actually one of the times I don't hate Finn. He's right. But he's always trying to get into her life, behind her walls.
Charlotte finds Atom. Atom tells Bellamy to kill him. She gives the knife to Bellamy. He sends her back to camp. Clarke arrives over his shoulder. She gets right to work. No. He's not gonna make it. She tells Atom she's gonna help him. Takes the knife from Bellamy and starts humming. Bellamy just watches her while she cuts his carotid.(so does charlotte.) They're back in camp.
Bellamy "Get Clarke wahtever she needs." The turning point in their relationship from Enemies to partners.
O blames Bellamy for Atom's death which is stupid. IT's not his fault. And he takes the blame. That is one dynamic I don't like. The O&B blame bellamy carousel. I get why she does it and it's true to character, but it takes so long to grow out of it.
Floating Jake. I know it's the basis for Clarke's character but I guess I'm less interested in what happened before the show and more interested to the things ON the show. A bit of tear jerking. Wells is there. Jaha is there. Abby is there. Wells does not look happy. HE shot his dad a horrified look. DId they need to have Jake flip out of the ship like a fricking flap jack? lol.
Giving Jasper seaweed soup. Clarke apologizes to O about Atom's death. O says "I guess we're going to have to get used to people dying." And that's some more oracle work isn't it?
Clarke finally figures out that it was her mom not Wells who told on Jake. Honestly. That's exhausting too. I'm glad that she grew out of the holding grudges phase. Not yet, but soon. This is the story that teaches her to let go.
Octavia and MOnty drinking the booze. Jasper wakes up.
Finn, "Welcome back buddy." ARen't you the one who kept trying to leave him to die?
Wells watching the sunset. along comes a spider. Or charlotte. And they have a nice little moment, and talk about nightmares. "I think I found a way to make them stop. Sorry." stabs him. chops off his fingers. Sharp knife. She tells the story of how she sees Wells father ever night killing her parents and she wakes up and sees his. The only way to make it better is to slay her demons. She had to. And hums while he dies.
SUPER HARSH. Pretty damn effective though. If I recall, that was when I had to reevaluate my opinion of this show as being pretty teens in the post apocalypse. Or no. I think it was the one two punch of Atom being put out of his misery and then Wells being murdered by a misguided traumatized teen.
Of course as soon as they reconcile, Wells dies.
The acting is all better now. The storylines are more original. The characters have more depth. The kids are less stupid because theres more risk out there.
I do not love Clarke's grudge holding in this episode. She's acting like a child. Granted, she IS a child. So it's not a fatal character flaw, and she definitely grows up.
These kids are all traumatized.
I want to see them heal and get strong and find love and be happy.
:/
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Part 4
It's so hilarious that in every scene Bellamy had in Season 4; literally everyone (except for Octavia) was constantly excusing his actions, even when he said he was wrong. It made everyone else around him seem dumb and him like a martyr. Whenever Bellamy made a mistake, it was forgiven quickly (Clarke), and he was never the one who dealt with the consequences (Guess who did? Clarke; btw, I'm referring to the massacre and how Clarke lowkey prevented a war and how Bellamy chose to sacrifice the hydro-generator, and Clarke ended up having to make the list while Bellamy... slept? And then Clarke was demonized for making said list. Makes it even funnier when Monty accuses her of using "for my people" as an excuse when he should be saying that to somebody else *cough* ...Bellamy). Back to Clarke and the bunker. By having Clarke take the bunker instead of Jaha, they were setting up Bellamy's final act of redemption. Clarke betrayed the people she was trying to help, and Bellamy risked his life to save said people(yes, I know he did it for Octavia, but it doesn't change how, by opening the bunker, he ended up saving the grounders too. It felt weird rooting for Bellamy). That's such a wild situation to me. Like when did Bellamy and Clarke switch personalities? (wait, that's season 5) It's doubly ironic when you think about how if Clarke was actually written in character and Octavia wasn't fighting in the conclave, Bellamy would have been the one taking the bunker. They needed to diminish Clarke and her development to prop up Bellamy. That's what I don't like about Bellamy; none of his growth feels organic. It's always facilitated by everyone around him forgiving him. This has always been a thing with him. He relies on the unearned forgiveness of others for his character to grow, mostly Clarke's forgiveness. They just made it more obvious as the seasons went on. All this was built up to the insane character swap in season 5. For some reason, spending 6 years alone was enough for Clarke to contradict the very foundations of her character. There is no way in hell that Clarke Griffin, who stabbed Finn in the gut because it was necessary for the alliance and who was going to let her mother hang, would act how she did in season 5. That was insane. It's inconsistent and was not all believable based on who Clarke was. There were so many ways where they could have shown that Clarke's priority was Madi without changing the very core of who she was. The writers crossed a line with Clarke's character that I don't think they were able to go back from. What's even more unfair is that while Bellamy was given the chance to heal during the time skip and move past his guilt, Clarke was never given the same luxury. She never healed from any of the trauma she went through; she was never able to move past Mount Weather. It makes no sense. Another thing, while Bellamy's betrayal was excused by those around him (s3), Clarke's wasn't. Now I was on board with how Spacekru was angry at her because she did fuck up in season 5. What I didn't like was how they judged, not her *actions* but her *character* so they just disregarded all the good she'd done all those other seasons. Bellamy's downfall wasn't treated the same way; his actions were looked down upon, but his goodness as a person was only ever reaffirmed by Jasper, Clarke, Jaha, and Kane. And what Bellamy did was WORSE. There's a very clear double standard in how the narrative treats Clarke vs. Bellamy. So, while Clarke has to earn her forgiveness, Bellamy has it handed to him freely. No matter what Clarke does, it's never enough. Her character was written to suffer. To give everything for her people and not even be offered anything back. In season 5, the show itself disregarded everything Clarke had ever sacrificed. Also, Clarke has always been the one apologizing to Bellamy since season 3. When did Bellamy ever apologize for not trusting Clarke and betraying her? No, she always apologizes for everything.
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now there’s a hole in my soul where you used to be
for the prompt: Bellamy an angel sent to earth to capture a demon & falls in love with a human. To make him feel pain the demon goes after that which he loves. Bellamy is left holding the body of the woman he loves in his arms, he pleads for Clarke to be brought back to life, but this one prayer has consequences, She won’t remember him or what they had.
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It was always you
Bellamy and Clarke have been best friend for most of their lives. They had big, ambitious dreams and they helped each other achieve them--it was Clarke who convinced Bellamy to give his musical career a shot and it was Bellamy who supported Clarke as she tried to get her writing going.
Now that they are both at the peak, their lives are changing once again but at least they have each other. There's just that one little detail, where Bellamy wishes Clarke doesn't pick up on the fact that his new album is about Clare and Clarke doesn't want him to figure out that the happy ending she wrote for her characters is the one she's been hoping for the two of them...
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TROPED MADNESS 4.0: CHOPPING BLOCK
Two fics were written following a Theme of [Romantic Tragedy], and including the Tropes of [The 100 AU] and [Secret Lovers]!! Voting determined which author would be named our TROPED MADNESS CHAMPION! Two (2) heart-wrenching fics this round, but, unfortunately, only one author can survive to the end!
A huge congratulation to our Runner Up, our final author on the Chopping Block!! This author has wowed us all and blown through these rounds with style!! A Snowy Clurphy disaster fic to a fantastic Linctavia first pet fic (with DRAGONS!!), a super cute and cozy demon fic, and even bringing The Maze Runner into The 100!! We were thrilled to have you writing for us, and we hope you'll be back to write with us again soon!
We want to say a big thank you so much to all the authors who participated, we are so happy you decided to be a part of TROPED Madness 4.0, and we hope you’ll join us again for more events in the future!! Information about our future events (Timeloops anyone?) can be found here, at @troped-fanfic-challenge!!
The Author who has been Chopped is:
@slyth-princess!
Always Been the End of the World
QR/R1 | Rated T | The 100 | John Murphy x Clarke Griffin | 5.9k
Summary: Clarke's day is turning out to be a disaster. If stubbing her toe and her shitty roommate, she also has to deal with John Murphy, the bane of her existence. Even though she loves working at this bakery his mere presence makes that harder with each day. But with a major order, for her childhood best friend's wedding no less, she can't let him distract her. Nothing he does is going to get under her skin today.
Unfortunately, it seems, Mother Nature has other plans.
Although, just maybe, her day doesn't end up being quite as much of a disaster as she thought.
These golden ashes (turn to dirt)
R2 | Rated T | The 100 | Lincoln kom Trikru x Octavia Blake | 5.9k
Summary: In the Kingdom of Arkadia to be born with Magic is a death sentence. For this reason, when Aurora Blake gives birth to a daughter of fire, she makes the choice to hide her away. But those that burn cannot be contained for long.
When Octavia has had enough, she runs to the forbidden Wood. It is here she meets her destiny. And, in doing so, makes her plan for something she has dreamed of most of her life.
Revenge
Cauldrons and Crows and Chocolate Cake
R3 | Rated G | The 100 | Jasper Jordan x Maya Vie | 5.8k
Summary: Jasper Jordan is fully aware that, as far as demons go, he is not particularly good at being one. With no taste for violence or revenge, the closest he comes to doing anything most consider demonic is either accidental or a prank. Which is why, when Bellamy Blake tells him he has been summoned by a powerful witch to help her with something he nearly falls out of his seat.
When he gets to her bookshop, however, he is pleasantly surprised by what she asks of him. And even more presently surprised by the company she keeps.
Baby you're just harder to see than most
R4 | Rated T | The Maze Runner | Thomas x Newt | 5.9k
Summary: 97 years ago the world ended. Not in a rain of fire as was foretold, but instead, in a rain of blood. As The Flare devoured Earth, so did WCKD rise.
Thomas has dedicated his life to The Mission - monitor Earth for signs of survivability, prepare the residents of the WCKD space station for re-entry, and ensure humanity's survival. It’s an important mission. It's one he can't do with any distractions.
Which is a problem when someone he's not supposed to love steps back into his life and turns everything he knows on its head.
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All fics for Madness can be found here! Thanks for hanging out with us and happy writing! Don’t forget to keep your eyes peeled for info about Troped Timeloop, and a new Trope Exchange Event, coming soon!
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clarke griffins soft tummy deserves all the appreciation in the world good job professor lexa 🫶
Listen you don't understand. Clarke's soft tummy is such weird point for herself because like, she doesn't hate it or is ashamed of it at all, she loves her curves. But she also knows she doesn't look 22 anymore. And she carried a baby around in there for 9 months. It changed her a lot from how she always saw herself.
And where she kinda got into the habit of turning off the lights at night and keeping the covers on during sex, draping her hands across her belly and not being offended when Finn skipped over those areas, it's like a homing beacon for Lexa 😅
Lexa seems to like gripping the fleshier dips in her waist, and she's always pushing her hips against the soft give of Clarke's belly. She seems excited when she's kissing Clarke all over, taking her time around her bellybutton, nips and nuzzles the swell of her tummy and all the stretch marks, kisses and traces the scar across her lower stomach tenderly with fingers and tongue. She doesn't shy away from those parts of Clarke like Finn tended to or like Clarke got in the habit of doing herself. They're just another thing she seems to find insanely attractive about Clarke and while Clarke may not entirely get it, she's not gonna say no when Lexa sets up camp between her thighs 😏
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Quiet, shy Lexa uses Halloween as an excuse to finally come out of her shell and wear a slutty costume to a party where she meets Clarke
Lexa has been avoiding parties since freshman year of college. She finds no value to dancing drunk people grinding on each other as they try to get lucky. Not to mention the hallowen version of that, a thin excuse to wear as little as possible and have it be socially acceptable, all to have sex with someone you night not even recognize the next day.
And yet, here she is, standing at the doorstep of the biggest mixed frat on campus, wearing what might be the sluttiest woodland fairy costume she could have find.
Its her last year of college, fuck it!
She wanders for a good hour and, as she suspected, she absolutely hates it here. She has swatted about four hands away from her ass and has had one very friendly conversation with a girl suddenly turn into a near fingering ride she did not sign up for.
She's outside by the bushes, questioning if she should leave or not after she finishes her drink when someone sneaks up behind her.
"Not many bushes for the garden fairy to hang out by inside?" The voice is right by her hear and makes Lexa startle, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you there."
Lexa turns to face Clarke Griffin. Fratgirl extraordinaire, she is also a senior and president of the frat. They have barely spoken despite sharing many classes and being dorm neighbors for a whole year. Lexa finds her beyond hot, sparkling blue eyes and an easy smile. And right now she wears a firefighter costume with a simple black bikini top covering her chest, contrasting with the yellow baggy pants and helmet on her head. Despite the softness of her stomach Lexa has seen her at the gym and knows there is a hardness below it.
"Shouldn't you be inside entertaining guests." Lexa comments, motioning inside where the music is booming.
Loud cheering comes from inside as the vague image of someone being given a lapdance can be seen.
"They seem plenty entertainted to me." Clarke smiles, "you however do not. I dont think ive ever seen you at one of these."
Lexa shakes her head with a closed smile, "Not really my thing."
"And yet here you are. Looking really good if I may add." Her words slur just a bit and Lexa can tell she is a few drops past drunk.
"Thank you. You look..." Lexa tries to think of a word that isnt /sexy/ or /hot/, "very authentic too."
Clarke flashes her a bright smile at that and Lexa can feel her legs shake and her heart beating faster.
"Thanks! You're Lexa right?"
Lexa nods, her smile growing slightly bigger at the fact Clarke knows her name.
"Im Clarke." The girl introduces herself and Lexa has to hold back a chuckle. Who /doesn't/ know who Clarke is.
"I know who you are Clarke, everyone does."
Clarke seems almost bashful at this, bringing her hand to sctrach the back of her head, "eh, I mean you always seemed to not really care who i was so I thought id introduce myself."
Lexa's heart flutters again but she says nothing.
"So why did you decide to come this time?"
Lexa shrugs "its our last year of college and I thought I might as well pretend I had some fun. Even if I'd rather stay behind this bush all night than go back inside.
Clarke chuckles, a low and deep chuckle that makes Lexa feel something tingle between her legs.
They stare at each other for a minute, and Lexa is hyper aware of Clarke eyeing her costume - or lack the off - fully. She has to admit it looks great on her. The fake leaves that make up the bra give her a wonderful lift and the skirt in so short it could classify as a belt. She made a point of adding some glitter to her skin that shines now underneath the low light of the patio.
"That costume looks so fucking good on you." Clarke comments once more, eyes hodded as she stares at Lexa's body.
"Youre drunk." Lexa states although she cant deny how Clarke's stare is affecting her.
"So are you. Your words are more loose, youre ususally so uptight when you talk."
Lexa stares down at her cup, already empty. Maybe she has had one too many.
When she looks back up, Clarke is right in front of her, her chest touching her. Lexa closes her legs firmly, feeling herself growing wetter. She shouldnt.
"You're so hot. The beautiful kind of hot."
Suddenly Lexa feels something poke her. Looking down, she can see Clarke's pants have become a tent
"Clarke...."
She can feels Clarke's breath on her face, her hand on her hip. Their lips inches away.
"Tell me to stop and I will." Clarke whispers.
Lexa closes the gap.
She feels so fucking free right now.
She throws her arms around Clarke, pulling her closer to her. Almost immediately Clarke's hands find her ass, using it as leverage to hold Lexa up into her arms.
"Fuck, I knew you were strong." Lexa moans as she wraps her legs around Clarke's waist.
Clarke chuckles, cocky, before slamming their lips together once more.
"Wanna see strong?" Clarke asks with a smirk and Lexa nods rapidly. Quickly the shorts she wore below her skirt are gone, her wet cunt bare to the autumn air. The sound of clothings hitting the floor follow it and she feels Clarke's hard cock against her.
"Take a deep breath my little fairy, im gonna make you soar."
The colors of the lights coming from inside the house all blur into one as Clarke slams her dick inside of Lexa repeatedly, the shorter girl somehow able to move her hips upwards and she moves Lexa up and down on her dick.
Its sloppy and fast but the thrill of being sressed up and being a bush while a party happens so close by is enough excitment to leave Lexa close to the edge rather fast.
"Ah, Clarke, im gonna cum!" Lexa moans in Clarke's ear, probably louder than she should have, but the loud music muffles her moans.
"Fuck, me too baby, im so close."
With one last thrust Clarke buries herself inside of Lexa fully, cumming hard inside. Lexa locks her legs with as much strength as she can manage around Clarke's waist, bringing them impossible close and sending Lexa over the edge.
"Clarke? You're here?!" The sudden voice alerts the two girls someone is close. Without much time to react, Lexa hops off Clarke in search of her shorts. She slides them on, realizing just as they are in place she is still filled with Clarke's cum. Shit.
"Oh, there you are." It's Octavia, one of Clarke's frat friends, "who's this?"
Lexa looks up to see Clarke fully dressed as if nothing had happened while Lexa shifts on her feet, feeling Clarke's cum drip on to her shorts. Fuck.
"Oh this is Lexa, we have a few classes together." Clarke says casually, "She was about to head out so I was just saying bye to her."
Lexa nods at Clarke's excuse, glad she's giving her an outing given her... state.
"Yeah, sorry. These just arent really my thing." Lexa apologizes, voice somehow steady.
After some quick goodbyes, Clarke accompanies Lexa to the front. As Lexa gives her a polite goodbye, Clarke grabs her hand, forcing Lexa to turn around. They are once again face to face.
With a roll of eyes and a smile, Lexa closes the gap between them again.
"Dont be stranger." Clarke whispers as they pull away, a hand finding Lexa's core from behind and pressing on it, feeling the wetness she created gather between her legs.
Lexa moans softly before pulling away with a shy smile.
"I'll see you Clarke."
She still doesnt like frat parties. But oh doesnt she looove that frat girl.
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I know it's not the case for every new productions and for every old ones. I know some are wild like some are fantastics. But now, each time i watch a new show, in particulary in Netflix, i wonder WHY the characters are supporting the main's one. I find the protagonist so self centered, it's insane.
I'm using again the example of The 100 even if it's from The CW. Clarke Griffin did horrible things to her friends. Mainwhile her fans are always finding an excuse to her behavior, i just can't understand the writing being in full Clarke's side or even calling Octavia an heroic warrior while herself knows what she did in the past (season 7). And again, characters who call them out are in the wrong in the writing. Hello Raven. Hello Murphy who is in the right to not trusting Clarke.
To me, again it's only up to me, the main characters are hard to love or to even like. The main character of Scream 5 is full cliche and barely talks about something else than herself. She isn't even curious, she doesn't try but everyone helps her.
There are a lot of studies about the evolutions of main characters, i know it. I just feel like now we have to accept everything from them. If they are terrible, it's okay. If they are selfish, the script call them selfless. In a point of view, it's like an Hallmark movie when the script tells us how good the main is but all the focus are how everything has to be about them. The world has to resolve around them each time and don't tell me it's the role of a main character. In Jurassic Park, the focus is the park and the repercussions of playing to god. In Jericho, the focus is on surviving and adapting to the new world... Of course, we have to give some focus to the main, it's normal but everything doesn't have to be about them! The others characters don't have to exist for them.
Oh well, i don't know what i'm writing this. People will just tell me how stupid I am and will tell me to "educate myself".
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It's simple. I'm the Commander of Death: and I say we will meet again.
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Hi! Could I request a Bellamy x fem! reader smut, maybe set in camp jaha where they need to be quiet because octavia or clarke or someone is in the next room, but they're desperate for some action ifyk what I mean lol
𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | Bellamy Blake x fem!reader
Warning(s): Smut, mouth covering, choking, teasing, almost getting caught doing the deed, needing to make no noise, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm control
Word Count: 1216
Characters: Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin
Summary: Being desperate for another quickie with Bell, you sneak into his room one night, learning he was just as desperate as you. The problem is, the two of you have to remain quiet, knowing Clarke is right next door, and no one knows what's going on between the two of you.
A/N: I haven't written smut in a hot minute, so I might be a little rusty but I hope it doesn't disappoint.
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You couldn't handle it anymore. The feeling between your legs yearning for attention was becoming unbearable. You couldn't even sit still. You could've taken care of what needed to be done yourself, but it wouldn't be the same as it would with Bellamy taking care of it for you.
Quickly throwing a jacket over yourself, you quietly stepped out of your room, tiptoeing barefoot down the hallway of what once was part of the Ark. You pursed your lips together, softly knocking on Bellamy's door as you pushed the hair out of your face with your other hand.
Seconds later, Bellamy opens his door, eyes widening once he saw you. "H-Hey... I was just thinking about you." He said, but you put your finger up to your lips, pulling him into a kiss. His hands were quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you into him.
"Fuck, your lips are so sweet." He mumbled, pulling you back in for another rougher kiss. He stepped backwards, pulling you into his room, and shutting the door as quietly as he could, before drawing you back into a kiss. "Bell, I need you." You uttered, pulling away from his lips.
"And I need you, Princess." He whispered, picking you up from your thighs, and dropping you on his bed. "How bad do you want me, Princess?" He practically growled, kneeling between your legs. "So bad." You mewled, squirming as his warm hands placed themselves on your cold skin. His fingers hooked through the hem of your shorts and underwear, slowly pulling them off of your legs.
He began to gently place kisses on your inner to upper thighs, gently grazing his fingers across the back of your legs. Each time he'd get closer to your core, you squirmed, the heat of his breath hitting against you; only making your situation more unbearable. "Bell, please." You begged, propping yourself on your elbows. He only smiled, before inserting his thumb into his mouth, pulling it out, and placing it on your clit.
A chill spiked throughout your body as he began to rub it in circles, eventually replacing it with his tongue. You had to cover your mouth to refrain from moaning, which you so badly wanted to do. You felt him smile against you, as he inserted his tongue within you. Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head in pleasure, while you gripped onto his sheets tightly, which didn't give much support.
You felt yourself nearing, but Bellamy retracted his mouth from you, unbuckling his pants. You frowned at his actions, wishing he would've allowed you to cum, but then again you two really loved to control when the other was allowed to do so.
"I'm not done yet, Princess." He expressed, tossing his clothes to the side. He climbed on the bed with you, hovering over you; motioning for you to remove your jacket, or any remaining clothes for that matter. Easily, you complied, dropping them beside his bed. His hands met your legs, pulling them apart and around his waist.
You nodded your head to him, placing a hand on your breast as he slowly pushed himself into you, a gasp exiting your mouth from the mixture of pain and pleasure at his size. "Oh fuck-" You said before he placed his hand over your mouth, rolling his hips deeper into you. The pleasure was indescribable, as you were basically crumbling beneath him. He was hitting all the right places; you were unable to think straight.
He removed his hand from your mouth, leaning down to intertwine his lips with yours as he kept his momentum, moans mixing with yours. "You- gotta stay quiet- Princess." He managed to say as your moans became louder. You nodded quickly, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. His mouth removed itself from yours, shifting it to your neck, where he sucked on your skin. You fought back any noise, which built a pressure in your chest; you wanted nothing more than to let him hear what he was making you feel, but you couldn't.
You jolted when he placed his thumb back on your clit, rubbing at almost this same pace as himself, building a pressure in your stomach. "Oh god Bell-" You moaned, back arching as your liquids released themselves onto him. He smiled down at you, moving your legs from his waist to over his shoulder. "That's my good girl." He grinned, removing himself from you. He shifted himself into your position, lying on his back so you could ride him.
Quickly, you climbed on top of him, adjusting his dick to your entrance, before slowly setting yourself down, his member sliding easily within you. "Fuck..." He wavered, this time his head falling back. "You feel so fucking good Princess. So fucking good." He whimpered, hands finding a spot on your hips, while yours found themselves on his headboard. You began to roll your hips in a perfect rhythm, in the way you knew he liked it.
His teeth dug themselves into his lower lip, eyes trained on your every movement. Your legs were already shaking from the last time he made you cum, but you continued to ride him as his member hit against your g-spot with ease. "Choke me Bell." You begged quietly, placing a hand on his chest. One of his hands moved to your neck, squeezing around it. You shut your eyes at this, allowing yourself to feel the pleasure in whole. He began to moan louder than you, so you covered his mouth with your own hand, shaking your head at him with a smile.
As you squeezed yourself around him, he began to unravel. A knock came from his door, startling the both of you. "Bellamy, are you okay?" Clarke's voice came from the other side, as you removed your hand from his mouth. He put a finger up to his own, motioning for you to stay silent. No one knew about the two of you, or what you guys had been doing in these past couple of months, and the two of you intended to keep it that way. He kept his grip on your neck as he stuttered out a, "Yeah- just working out." You smiled down at him, raising your eyebrow at his lie. "That's not what it sounds like, are you sure you're okay?" Her voice came again.
You used this moment as an advantage, squeezing yourself around his member once again, making a wavering moan slip out of his lips. His eyes widened at you, his thumb slipping into your mouth, as the rest of his fingers cupped your cheek. "Yeah-" He spoke, his voice cracking. His cheeks went red as you continued to over-pleasure him. "Yeah I'm fine." He spit out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "If you say so." Clarke's voice comes one final time, before her door opening could be heard, followed by it shutting.
"That was for stopping my orgasm." You grinned, as he let out a shaky breath. "I- i'm gonna come-" He whimpered; you nodding back to him, whispering a, 'go ahead.' With that, you felt him release himself within you, pulling your hand to cover his mouth. "You destroy me, y/n."
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