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Clarke joins the conversation, from the great beyond, exclusively to mock Josephine Lightbourne with Bell.
#the 100#josephine lightbourne#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#j!clarke#clarke literally cannot pass up the opportunity#6x09#the100edit#t100kt#sassy!clarke#(*and if you look really closely on the BOO-H-O-O gif#you can see a blink and almost-smile from bellamy)#(who clearly figures out what she's said first)
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If Josie is in Clarke’s head, can she know when they fuck and read Clarke’s mind when she thirsts over Lexa ?
Oh, definitely! And she's gonna give Lexa shit over it in the next chapter! I don't normally do this, but I decided to add a snippet from the next chapter in my answer... it's not edited, so please forgive any errors.
Spoilers for the next chapter below the cut!!
"Ugh, you two are fucking insatiable," Her mother groaned, prompting an eye roll from Lexa.
"Stay out of my head, nomon," She grumbled. Her thoughts regarding Clarke were private, and the last thing Lexa wanted was her mother rummaging around in her mind while she lusted after her mate-to-be.
But, of course, her mother insisted on being obstinate. "I can't really help it, especially with you both drooling over each other nonstop. Do you have any idea how many times Clarke thinks about doing the nasty with you?"
Lexa fought the blush that dared to give her away. "We are not having this discussion."
Determined to change the subject, and avoid her mother, Lexa strode towards her cottage. She should have known her mother wouldn't drop the subject. Josephine Lightbourne was a bloodhound when it came to sticking her nose in her daughter's personal matters. Today would be no different.
"Oh, we are definitely having this conversation," Her mother insisted as she trailed behind Lexa with a determined gait. "Because you clearly haven't thought this out. Do you want to be knocked up for the next millennia? Cuz that's where this is headed."
Lexa let out an exasperated huff. "You must be joking, nomon! I'm a vampire, not a,"
"No, you're a Prime. Meaning you're just as capable of popping a few dozen pups out as the next omega," Josephine retorted. "I'd suggest you practice safe sex, but we both know that's out the window— especially with your 'you can only cum inside me' rule."
Her mother rolled her eyes, while Lexa's cheeks burned hotter than ever. This was a nightmare, one Lexa hadn't considered until now. She knew her mother could enter hers or Clarke's mind whenever she pleased. But she never imagined her nomon would stick her nose into Lexa's sex life.
"I'm not being judgy. Clarke's one hell of a catch," Her mother continued. "And no offense to your previous lovers, but you pretty much traded up from a rickety hunk of junk to a Ferrari."
Lexa didn't spare her mother a glance as she entered her and Clarke's cottage, slamming the door in Josephine's face. It was a major downgrade from the penthouse in Polis, but their hut was cozy, with room to grow. With the prospect of splitting time between the forest and Polis, Lexa had considered turning the extra bedroom into an office.
She'd hoped her mother would get the message and this discussion was over. But Josephine Lightbourne was almost as determined as Clarke. So, it was no surprise that Lexa's mother was sitting across from her with a smirk the moment her daughter plopped onto the couch.
"Go away," Lexa demanded.
"Look, I get it," Her mother offered. "You've been avoiding alphas since you were a kid, and Clarke's fucking irresistable. She's got your inner wolf ass up and tits out, which is totally understandable."
"Please stop," Lexa begged, burying her face in her hands as if it might make her mother vanish. But she knew better. When has Josephine Lightbourne ever let go of anything?
"Just between us girls, I kinda love your mate's body," Her mother smirked. "I mean, look at her, all muscly and confident. And she's good with pups? What girl or guy wouldn't fall for that?"
Lexa followed her mother's gaze out of the window, finding Clarke trotting proudly on four feet. It wasn't lost on Lexa that the wolf likely overheard their conversation. Knowing Clarke, the alpha didn't care if Lexa's mother knew they were fucking like rabbits.
In fact, she was reasonably confident Clarke was proud to be the one who sent Lexa tumbling over more times than the vampire could count. Wolves weren't ashamed of sex, as it was a major part of their lifestyle. Normally, Lexa wouldn't bat an eye on the subject. But this was her mother drooling over Clarke, making it wildly inappropriate.
"But you gotta be smart, Lex. Clarkey's got the equivalent of two state-fair size watermelons for a ball sack," Her mother unabashedly offered, further mortifying her daughter. "And you're letting her nut inside you?!"
"Oh, gods!" Lexa covered her face once more.
"I feel sorry for whoever has to clean your sheets," Josephine mumbled, shaking her head as she watched her daughter's lover rolling around on the ground.
"I'm begging you, nomon, please stop!" Lexa pleaded, refusing to meet her mother's gaze.
"And let's face it, you two have a lot of sex," Her mother continued. "When you're not, Clarke's thinking about it— like all the fucking time. Seriously, being in her head is like watching a fucking porno marathon."
"Em pleni, nomon (Enough)!" Lexa didn't mean to shout, but it seemed like her only option.
Still, it didn't deter her mother in the slightest.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm all for having a million grandkids running around, which is a low number given how insatiable you two are." Her mother rolled her eyes. "But I don't think you've thought this whole 'only cum inside me' rule of yours through— especially with her rut coming."
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Bellarke Fic Recommendation
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Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
Clarke is in a coma after Gabriel removes the chip.
Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
Clarkewho managed to grab control from taking herself and Josephine out as a way to eliminate the chip altogether.
Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
I wish you would write a fic where it took so long for the gang to figure out Clarke wasn’t Clarke
Ao3
Ark Descending by warmfluffypastries
What happens if the Ark didn't come down at the end of season 1?
Burning Up by PenguinsofProse
Clarke makes it back to the rocket just in time, but with radiation sickness.
Love Hurts by diemension
Modern AU. Clarke deals with the repercussions of a lie Finn tells.
Welcome to Earth by marauders_groupie
Bellamy of the Shallow Valley clan has to marry Death herself: Wanheda.
Comic Hypocrisy by Gryffindor_by_birth
Until the Sun Makes the Hills its Grave by meliebee
It didn’t take long for Clarke to realise that something was wrong. No one else did, but she doesn’t expect them to because what's wrong isn't the planet, it's her.
Atone by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
A quick scouting mission turns into a fight for survival as Clarke tries to work through what she’s done – even if it means giving her life.
The Bruise Won't Heal by theinvisibledisaster
Some Things are Worth Dying For by Nyx_21
What if Bellamy stayed behind with Clarke when the rocket left?
And Now Your Home by asroarke
Grounder!Bellamy AU where Clarke finds out she isn't the last person left on Earth.
I'm on my knees your faith in shreds by stoneage_woman
As the last survivors of humanity try to make a fresh beginning on a new, deserted planet, Bellamy tries to find his way back to a lonely, distant Clarke.
Tell Me How it Really Feels by skittishasakitten
To dwell in dreams and remember how to live by PenguinsofProse
Clarke wakes up on the Eligius ship after twenty years in cryosleep, and it turns out that Sanctum and Bardo were all part of a horrific nightmare.
Eden by ohsupernaturall
Alternate universe where Bellamy stays behind for Clarke when Praimfaya hits.
Show Me What your Looking For by bitscrawford
Sanctuary by abitcfstardust
Bellamy had lost Clarke more times than he could count. He wouldn't let Josephine Lightbourne get her away from him one more time.
Wake Up by HiatusMusings
When Clarke stays in Arkadia after crushing the mountain she thinks she can still hide from those that looked to her.
Yours Truly by virgohotspot
Or, Serial Killer!Clarke is engaged to Horror Writer!Bellamy. She's determined to hide the monster she thinks she is for the man that she loves.
We keep doing better by sobsicles
Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke are stranded together on the last inhabitable patch of earth for six years and seven days.
Tear me to pieces by MABlake
Murphy discovers that Echo tried to choke Clarke before they left the earth and nobody had told him
We are Strangers Drawn Together by whatspastisprologue
Perhaps, after the mountain, Clarke, Bellamy, and the Delinquents can finally find peace and a true home on the ground.
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TROPED Chapters: Round 3 — Fics + Voting Link!
And we’re back for Round Three of our Multi-Chapter TROPED Challenge! We got FIVE (5!!!) incredible fics for the FINAL ROUND, and we are so excited to see how our Tropesters handled the curveball we threw at them (and what obstacles they picked out for themselves), and to see how these incredible stories have ended!
This round, since it is the final round, we ahve included a few additional polls! This round, you will be voting for Best Ending, Best Use of Tropes, Best Use of Theme, Best Use of the Arranged Marriage Trope, and Best Fic Overall!!! We have also included a Bonus Poll: Wedding We Would Most Like to Attend IRL!!!
Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!
Voting is from July 14th at 12:00am — July 16th at 11:59pm!
Winners announced on July 17th!!!
The Wedding Planet - Chapter Three (Rated T) [The 100 - Octavia/Clarke]
Bounty hunter Octavia Blake has chased her latest prey, Josephine Lightbourne, all the way to the second moon of Arkadia–the last place she’d expect Josie it be, and the last place Octavia wants to visit–ARK-1002014: The Wedding Planet. There, Clarke Griffin arranges beautiful destination weddings for people from all over the galaxy, every detail provided for, right down to the spouse. Her AI-driven system has turned the ancient art of matchmaking into a commercialized, mechanized, streamlined, and extremely successful, enterprise.
Octavia’s already found and lost the great love of her life. She’s not looking to love again. But an accident, a chance meeting, and a high-stakes bet change all of her plans. Now she’ll either find her match, or spend years of her life providing fairy tales for others, while she proves that chemistry, passion, and spark can never be forced into being by a machine.
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Octavia says I do.
Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - A Royal Wedding (Rated M) [The 100 - Raven/Roan]
A decade ago, Roan was exiled from the Kingdom of Azgeda when his brother, Rapier, ascended to the throne. Roan travelled to the other side of the ocean aboard his ship, the Exiled Prince, and took on a new life as the Captain of his own pirate vessel. For ten years, Roan was content.
However when his beloved brother is lost, Roan is faced with unexpected choices, the weight of obligations and the presence of the woman who broke his heart as he returns to Azgeda and reclaims the throne.
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The wedding is upon us but who will be Roan's bride and will they live happily ever after… read to find out,.
With Your Name In My Throat - Chapter Three (Rated M) [The 100 - Lexa/Clarke]
Lexa is content in her life just the way it is, until a so called “perfect match” on her friend’s matchmaking service promises to help the people she cares most about in the world. The only catch is she has to marry a perfect stranger. But Lexa can do just about anything, if it helps her friends, and there’s no way she will fall in love. Right?
come morning light - don't leave me here alone (Rated M) [Chronicles of Narnia - Susan/Caspian]
Seven years ago, Susan and her siblings were sent away from a war to the safety of the country side only to be thrust into another war. As the years wear on, their soldiers return from battle fewer and fewer in number, and the graves multiply overnight.
Running out of options and manpower, their last chance is proposing an alliance with the King of Telmar, a kingdom seemly just barely allied with the Witch and itching to get out from under her power.
Susan walks into the meeting with the King with Edmund at her side and little hope left in her heart, and leaves with an alliance that could turn the tide of the war - and a husband.
Dragons and Alicorns and Political Weddings - Chapter Three (Rated T) [My Little Pony - Princess Ember/Twilight Sparkle]
In order to better relations with the Dragon Lands, Twilight has been arranged to marry the current dragon lord, Ember. With her friends by her side, she’s excited for the big day, even if she’s nervous at the prospect of not meeting her fiancee yet. When she finally does, things seem to go well, spurning on her excitement.
At least, going well for now.
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The dragon and her knight ch1
(263 yrs ago)
a young girl who looked about 12 or 13 sat in a tent looking at specimens her Father found on the new planet,similar to earth,yet the child couldn't shake her bad feeling.
Nova Lightbourne was the girls name,her and her family have been on planet alpha for 21 days.
The family consisted of Her,her older sister josephine,and her parents russel and simone lightbourne.
"Josephine dad wants you!" Nova yelled for her sister outside the tent,she was most likely with gabriel.
"Look who I found." her mother said,Josephine in tow,Nova whined when she messed up her hair.
"I am perfectly capable of talking to my daughters alone." russell said to his wife.
"Uh-huh, also perfectly
overprotective and possibly megalomaniacal." Simone said.
"Possibly?" Josephine said,Nova gave her father a "Shes right look".
"Stop with the hair,and Nova stop making kissy faces at Josie." Russell said to the girls.
One thing Nova loved to do was Mess with Josephine anout her relationship with gabriel.
"Dad, busy." Josie said her eye twitching at Nova,who snickered.
"Really? How many species have you cataloged today?"
"17, still only 3 evolutionary branches -- insect, rodent, and reptile. A few of the weirder ones are hard to classify, so I created a new taxonomic category -- Guaiwu." Josephine said.
"Hah! I beat you,I catolaloged 20." Nova said,given she was one of the youngest of the eligiouse III she did what any child did,explore.
Josephine tried to hide her smile,but failed ruffling her sisters hair.
"Hey!" Nova exclaimed.
"Guaiwu?" Their mother said.
"Freaks in Chinese. Well, Mandarin, to be exact. One of them eats a berry that tastes like cotton candy." Josephine said,Nova started drawing in her journal.
But when she does its like a daze,ever since they came to alpha,she would draw
somthing and it usually happend,but this time she was scared.
Because this time,on the page the drawing showed nothing but death,her sister and mother being one of them.
She snapped out of her daze when her mother spoke.
"You tried it? Josie, how many times do I need to tell you-- " Simone said concerned.
"I didn't try it,I made the kids do it,Leelee And Nova loved it."
"How long ago?"Simone said,checking her youngest for anything.
" Mom, if it were poisonous, they'd be dead by now." Josie said,Nova put her hand over her heart giving her an offended look.
"Mhmm,I'll go check on them, Get me a sample to analyze."simone said,going outside.
"What?" Josephine asked as their father stared.
"Do you remember when I told you why I became an astronomer?" Russell said,playfully glaring when his youngest groaned.
" Oh, here we go. Yes. You wanted to prove there's no God Too bad Nietzsche beat you to it when he said, 'Gott Ist Tot' -- 'God is dead'. Can I go now?" Josephine said to their father.
"What would you say if I told you that being here in this miraculous place makes me question that?" russell
" I'd say, not everything that's miraculous is a miracle." Josephine said,Nova just stared at her sister as her father spoke.
"Hey, give Dr. Santiago some space, okay? I'm serious, kiddo. We're building a sanctuary for the human race here. Last thing I need is a brokenhearted geneticist. Copy?" Russell said,Nova made kissy faces at Josephine,laughing when she tickled her.
"Nova and I have a name for this place." Josie said changing the subject.
"I don't know. I think Alpha is pretty hard to beat." Their dad said.
"The latin root of sanctuary." josie stared.
"Sanctum!" Nova exclaimed,doing the jaz hands.
" Josephine Ada Lightborne and Nova Prim lightbourne, I do believe you two just named our new world,Serious about Gabriel, josie." Their dad said,Nova groaned as her hair was once again messed up.
And with that Nova ran off.
A cave that glowed red attracted the girl,feeling a calling.
As she walked further into to the cave she almost shit herself,a fucking dragon stared right at her,yes a dragon a real one.
She would run for it,but she was frozen,and two she rather not be eaten.
The dragon snorted,and put its face near hers,Nova could see eggs lay beneath the large beast.
"Your beautiful,Im sensing your a girl so What about the name,sapphire?" Nova asked.
The dragon nuzzled her large head against the girls cheek.
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When Nova heard a Loud boom Sapphire started freaking out,Nova said her goodbyes and rushed to camp.
The bad feeling never left her stomach.
"Josie,Gabe! What was that?" Nova yelled to her sister and Gabriel,Josephine brought her sister under her arm.
"Have you ever heard anything like that before?" Gabriel.
" No one has,It was a sonic anomoly probably caused by molecular vibrations in the air and trees. Where's my dad? He'll know what I'm talking about. Mom? Mom! Mom, mom... Dad, what are you doing?" Josephine yelled.
Nova froze as her parents came out of the tent,her mother first,falling to the ground as josephine held her.
Nova let out a scream when their father slashed at her,a long cut ran from her neck to her left arm,it would leave a scar.
Josephine pushed Nova when their father slashed at her again,this time it was josephine's neck.
Nova screamed launching herself backwards as josephine fell to the ground,she cried rushing behind a tree.
"Sanctum is mine. Sanctum is mine. " Russel chanted,shooting his gun.
"Run! Run!" Gabriel yelled,as he and others ran.
Nova ran for the cave,were sapphire awaited.
Russel killed or injured the other members of Eligiouse III.
"Sanctum is mine!" Their father yelled.
Josephine was glad her little sister was safe,her heart started to give out.
Nova made it to the cave crying,sapphire awoke from her slumber,licking the girls wound.
"What am I gonna do now?" Nova cried,her father still out their,the red sun passing hours later.
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Suddenly laughter was heard as the group looked at a stairway,a woman with hair that was as white as snow with a tinge of blonde stood at the top with a child besides her.
Bellamy and her locked eyes,and instead of focusing on Murphy,who looked beyond saving,he focused on her.
More children rushed out laughing,The women rushed towards them,her face amazed.
She glared at the cuffs put on Kaylee,who they
group took prisoner.
"Its okay rose,dont be afraid." Kaylee said.
Rose was one of the children of santum,she was one of Nova's favorites,then again she was her god daughter .
Two roars,a Purr like sound,and a howl scared the group,As a lion,Panther,and a wolf came out of one of the buildings crouching by Nova.
When bellamy looked close he saw a dragon around her neck,you would only see them in stories or fantasy movies,and here one was.
"Im Nova,Nova Lightbourne,welcome to sanctum."
The family from the picture,one of the names on the spine of the book,it was her,although in the picture she was younger,and she should have been around 200,as in not alive.
Are time difference's possible on different planets? The group thought.
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I wasn't gonna publish this yet because im still working on other stories,but then I realized That this one is gonna have like thirteen chapters for 2 acts and some extra chapters,and would be completed before those.
Also Nova isn't to much of a talker,like she is but she isn't,i dont think she's gonna have alot of dialoge in the first few chapters,cause Im trying to fit her into the story,and tryna figure out ,does she say this or that,you feel me.
Writing is fun,but it can also be a hassle lmao.
#fanfic#original character#wattpad#emilia clarke#bellamy blake#bob morely#bellamy x oc#the 100#theprimes#josephine lightbourne#lightbourne
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Was there speculation last year that Russell would be Clarke's new love interest or was that like my fever dream or something
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josephine lightbourne was a eugenicist and it lowkey freaks me out that everyone loves her so much???
#100#anti josephine lightbourne#maybe i shouldn’t be surprised because of how everyone looks past clorke’s many heinous crimes but like. STILL dude#you can’t be a brilliant scientist and eugenicist at the same time because eugenics is bad science#scares me that the writers do not seem to get that#like obviously she is the antagonist of season 6 but also obviously the text didn’t condemn her actions enough#otherwise why are there so many stans still#idk if i’m blowing this out of proportion but god whenever someone thirsts for her i just hear a siren wailing OBLATION in my head#i can’t move past the eugenics and infanticide and somehow this fandom makes me feel like i need to justify that :// not great guys lmao
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Mirrors and Cautionary Tales : John Murphy’s Journey to Redemption
When it comes to John Murphy, plenty of people have wondered why he spent a significant portion of his screen time interacting with the seasonal villains, and I think I’ve come up with a reason why this feels like such a steady trend in his overall story arc. It all comes down to how these villains represented Murphy’s internal struggles with himself as he grew and matured into the man we now know him as today.
Let’s take this back to the very first season of The 100 where we first encounter Murphy as he touches down onto Earth and the kind of person he was back then. As beloved a character as he is now, I can’t mince words or sugarcoat things. He was the villain for the delinquents in the first season. So, what kind of villain was he?
He wanted power and authority by any means necessary - ( “Well, I think the princess is dead... but I know the king's about to die, so who's really gonna lead these people, huh? Me, that's who, and, yeah, maybe I'll have to kill your grounder-pounding little sister.” - We are Grounders I )
He was downright wrathful - ( his willingness to kill Jasper, holding someone over a fire, ganging up on Wells to remove his bracelet, almost killing Raven )
He was selfish and all about his own self preservation- ( making everyone else do the work around the delinquent camp while Bellamy is gone, wasting resources to blow a hole in the drop ship to make his getaway )
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With those things out of the way, let’s jot down all the villains Murphy interacted with.
Charles Pike
Ontari kom Azgeda
Paxton McCreary
Josephine Lightbourne
Sheidheda
We’ll start with John Murphy’s origin point and his experience under his abusive Earth skills teacher, Charles Pike. While Murphy was largely absent from witnessing much of what Pike did to become Chancellor of Arkadia, he did see the end result of how that worked out for him. Desperate, in a jail cell, and then later on, stabbed to death in an act of revenge for the horrific things he did while in a position of power he practically stole.
On the Grounder side, he had the unfortunate luck of being trapped in Polis with Ontari kom Azgeda. Initially, he went along with the whole false Commander thing, masquerading as her Fleimkepa and even gave her advice on how to maintain her power...but then he started becoming unnerved by her violent paranoia, ultimately getting traumatized by her when she viciously abused him.
Murphy’s front row seat to watching two people’s quests for power and authority left him with this valuable lesson : being power hungry will turn you in a paranoid, unhinged person with a list of enemies a mile long. You will never, ever have a moment’s peace. You will always be looking over your shoulder wondering if this is the day you get a knife in the back.
After the third season, Murphy’s desire for power and authority completely disappears. It’s not something he’s interested in anymore because he’s been shown that it’s simply not worth it.
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Enter season five and its main villain : Paxton McCreary. What does McCreary like to do for fun? Start riots, blow things up, fire off big guns, and getting high off of combat. Oh, and he’s always, always emotionally detached and angry. His default setting is rage. It’s sounding kind of familiar, isn’t it?
The fifth season is where Murphy’s at his most chaotic and destructive(both internally and externally). He’s blowing things up, playing with huge guns, causing riots, jumping into any battle he can for the adrenaline rush, pushing everyone away, breaking up with Emori until finally, it all comes crashing down on him. All of this chaotic behavior leads to him getting shot in the Rover, nearly losing his life in the process.
On the other side of the war, McCreary’s wrath caused untold levels of destruction. It was McCreary’s need for destruction that lead to Earth being completely fried, it was McCreary’s wrath that resulted in the loss of Monty and Harper, taking away two members of Murphy’s family from him.
All of this unquantifiable destruction and death was a giant wake up call for Murphy. McCreary leaves him with this lesson: if you let rage and chaos possess you, you will end up losing everything.
That’s why, when the sixth season rolls around, Murphy’s lust for battle was greatly diminished.
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Speaking of the sixth season, it’s time to revisit Sanctum and get ourselves reacquainted with Josephine Lightbourne.
When Murphy arrived in Sanctum, his heart was heavy, clearly in a state of mourning over those he lost when he woke up and realized Monty and Harper were gone. Not only that, but yet again, he had suffered another traumatic near death experience during Sanctum’s Red Sun event. His first day out of his long hibernation was hardly fun at all, experiencing nightmares about going to hell when he fell into a coma and waking up screaming over what he saw.
So, in a moment of vulnerability and wanting to avoid going to hell, Murphy became more and more tempted with the concept of the Prime’s method of immortality. The ultimate survivor’s move : not dying at all. It’s at this point where he met Josie and saw first hand what living forever does to a person. At first, he made a deal with her to get his hands on some empty mind drives(getting Emori in on the deal as well), but the longer he lingered in her company, the more immortality started losing its luster. When it was revealed Clarke was still alive, Murphy joined the others in helping to get Josie out of her head.
Immortality had turned Josie into a sociopathic monster, utterly incapable of respecting other people’s feelings and wishes, only focusing on her own wants and needs for the sake of preserving herself. This wasn’t who Murphy wanted/needed to be anymore, having fallen in love with Emori, and creating a family alongside her which Murphy valued too much to lose. After all, what was the point of living forever if he lost his family?
That’s why, when the mind drives come up again in the seventh season, they’re now a symbol of finite time in Murphy’s story. Just a few more hours with the woman he loved as humanity itself faced its final hours.
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With all of these cautionary tales Murphy’s seen play out throughout the seasons, avoiding all of those pitfalls the previous villains fell in, we’re introduced to his perfect foil : Sheidheda, the dark commander.
Sheidheda was everything Murphy could have become if he never went on his journey of redemption, falling in love, and finding a family to fight for. Sheidheda craved power and desired nothing more than to see everyone kneeling at his feet. Through the Flame, he had lived forever, waiting for his moment of opportunity to arrive where he could rise again. If something got in his way, he’d burn it all down, creating chaos and bloodshed in his wake. He’s all of the previous villains combined into one package.
We were in desperate need of a hero...and we got one.
When Murphy and Sheidheda had their first confrontation, Murphy was deep into hero mode. He helped Emori calm down a rioting crowd, saved Sanctum from a nuclear meltdown, and rescued a group of frightened children. He kept on saying he was tired of playing the hero, but let’s be honest here, he wore the title well. Sheidheda was flawlessly utilized to showcase how far Murphy had come as a character, becoming a man we know his father would be proud of.
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There you have it! My long, long winded way of breaking down why Murphy spent so much time interacting with the villains. It was their way of marking down each stage of Murphy’s overall arc. It was very much intentional.
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OUR BELLARKE FICS
part four
31. UNOFFICIALLY MANDATORY
author: @bellarkestitchdelena
general | modern au | established relationship | family dinners | fluff
A family dinner with the delinquents.
32. ONCE AGAIN
author: @bellamy-wanheda
explicit | modern au | exes to lovers | smut
Clarke is stuck in a remote cabin, during a blizzard, with her ex-boyfriend Bellamy. Fluff and smut ensue.
33. FIGHT FOR THE FAIRY TALE, FACE YOUR DEMONS
author: @excuseyouclarke
mature | fantasy au | mutual pining | bed sharing
In Clarkes defence, strange poems in old books shouldn't lead to a magical land. Bellamy didn't have to follow her there, either. Now she's got them both stuck with only one way out - face your demons or be stuck here forever. The road home is filled with horrors that make them question everything they once thought they knew about fairy tales, and foes determined to take their souls.
They must work together if they both want to make it out in one piece - which is easier said than done when they're both in denial about their feelings for each other.
34. MY SKY’S NOT BLUE, IT’S VIOLENT RAIN
author: @animmortalist
mature | modern au | spies & assassins au | enemies to friends to lovers | mutual pining
Bellamy's a spy for Mt. Weather, damning his soul in exchange for keeping Octavia alive. Then his latest assignment to infiltrate Griffin's Laboratories and get close to one Clarke Griffin changes everything. Suddenly, he doesn't have just one person he'd do anything to protect. If only she didn't hate him once she discovers the truth about him. To his utmost surprise though, she agrees to work with him to save his sister and bring down Mt. Weather.
Betrayal might keep Bellamy and Clarke apart, but regardless of the lies and whirlwind of emotions, if they're going to succeed, they're in this together.
35. IN DADS WE TRUST
author: @queenemori
general | modern au | kid fic
Bellamy and Murphy run a successful Youtube channel geared at stay-at-home and single dads. Josephine Lightbourne, a popular mommy blogger, threatens their empire. Shenanigans ensue.
36. (CAUSE I KNOW THAT IT’S) DELICATE
author: @chronictonsillitis
teen | modern au | fluff
She’s not used to this. After so many years of being wanted for her connections, for her name, she’s not had many opportunities for this kind of casual intimacy. She hasn’t trusted anyone enough for it.
But here’s Bellamy, and he’s known her for years. There’s nothing that she has that he could want. All of the things she’s classically been used for, the things that draw people to her, are the things that initially drove them apart. And yet, he’s here, walking her home and—she catches his eyes on her, soft and sweet—looking at her like that.
Clarke has a bad reputation but Bellamy likes her anyways.
37. STUDY NOW DATE LATER
author: @bellarkestitchdelena
moodboard: @sparklyfairymira
general | modern au | established relationship
Clarke studies for the bar and Bellamy is there for her.
38. HELLO, BEAUTIFUL
author: @carrieeve
moodboard: @broashwhat
general | modern au | friends to lovers | kid fic
On the first day of a new school year, Clarke meets one of Madi's teachers. Well, "meets" is a strong word. Mostly, she just develops a massive crush on him--the guy whose name she doesn't even know. Yet.
39. BUT IF THIS MAN CAME UP TO ME
author: @stealing-jasons-job
teen | modern au | social media au | friends to lovers | roommates
The one where Clarke and Bellamy accidentally go viral on TikTok. And maybe kinda sorta fall in love in the process.
40. I NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO MUCH THAN TO DROWN IN YOUR LOVE
author: @sparklyfairymira
explicit | modern au | love wedding repeat au | light angst
Bellamy and Clarke met one weekend when they were both visiting Octavia in Polis. They hit it off, but the timing is off. Fast forward three years to Octavia’s wedding and it’s the first time they’ve seen each other since then. An ex of Octavia’s shows up and sets a course of actions in place that lead to hijinks and disasters.
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The 100 and the loss of individual autonomy (aka the Josephine incident)
SEASON 6 SPOILERS
One of the storylines of The 100 that I hate to love is the whole Josephine incident in Season 6. For those who don’t know, Josephine Lightbourne took over Clarke’s body after an AI chip holding her consciousness was inserted into Clarke’s neck against her will. Ignoring the pseudo-tv-science, I think that this situation really goes into some of the most interesting things about Clarke’s character. Through seeing into her mind (literally), we were able to see Clarke’s insecurities, her fears, her regrets. All in all, it provides a really deep insight into her mind and thoughts.
The show also does a pretty good job of looking at Clarke’s mental state as she goes through this complete loss of control over her own body. She is determined, finding out how to make Josephine tap more code onto her shoulder to let her friends know that she is alive. But, there are also times where she just seems tired, like she wants to give up.
Something about this whole storyline that I think was actually well done (as well as season 6 could get) was how this looked at Clarke’s relationship with the other characters (specifically Spacekru). It still hits me hard that Murphy was pretty much the only one to realize something was wrong with Clare (until Bellamy). Clarke was so invisible to people that only when Josephine didn’t know the language correctly did anyone, later on, realize anything. Clarke was so alienated by Spacekru after Season 5 that they didn’t notice when someone literally took over her body.
The perspective on the trauma Clarke went through that this series showed is a whole other discussion in itself. After being paralyzed by one of the Children of Gabriel, Clarke was taken advantage of. She was brought to a room against her will and she lost complete control over her body, essentially dying alone and scared. As fans of the show, we’ve seen Clarke go through some crazy stuff but that has to be one of the most horrifying things of them all to happen to her.
#the 100 clarke#clarke griffin#the100#the 100 meta#The 100#josephine lightbourne#sanctum#the 100 season six#spacekru#murphy the 100#bellamy blake#the 100 season five#ClarkeDeservedBetter
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there are ghosts in the sky, ii
ii. how deep is the moon?
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader
Word Count: 12.4k
Warnings: violence, fighting, language, angst, anxiety, blood, death, mentions of Shumway.
Summary: the battle for your body begins, but who will come out on top? you or josephine?
a/n: part 2 is here and it’s my favorite of the three! what do you think so far?!
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It takes a second for the flood of panic to leave your system, and it’s quickly replaced with confusion.
Despite your last memory being of you stretched out on a table, surrounded by skeletons while being murdered by Russell Lightbourne, you are now in Arkadia, in the room you shared with Bellamy before Praimfaya. Your clothes are the same ones you used to wear back then, long since discarded. The closer you look at the room though, the more you realize it’s not right.
In fact, it’s a mess.
Clarke’s sketches clutter the walls, taped over each other, overlapping in some places. Weirdly enough though, some of the sketches are from your memories, not hers, etched out perfectly despite her not being present for the memory. Scattered among the sketches are star charts, each of them labeled differently, and you reach out to touch the closest one, simply labeled, “The Kiss. October 11, 2149.”
As soon as your fingers brush over the paper, you get a glimpse of a memory: Bellamy, hovered above you, the sound of Grounders and Delinquents fighting in the background. But all you see is him, and all you feel is him as he leans down to kiss you. You pull away in shock, not expecting the memory to appear around you so vividly. You reach out and run your hands along the cluttered wall, and your hand passes over a sketch, transporting you out of your room again. This time, you're standing in Vincent and Maya’s bathroom, with Bellamy’s arms wrapped around you. You pull away again, walking along the room, scanning the belongings. A stack of books sits on the desk in the corner, and you smile as you look down at them, The Illiad on top. You reach out to grab it, but when you do, you see Gina in front of you, slumped over the desk, bleeding out. You gasp and drop the book in shock, stepping away from it, suddenly realizing that not all of the memories in this room are good ones.
As your eyes scan over the sketches and star maps and assorted books, you see memories from every year of your life, both the good and the bad, the happy and the sad. There’s a star map near you, and you get curious and move towards it, reading the label, “Sister. March 28, 2150.”
When you reach out and touch it, you see you and Octavia hugging, right before the Final Conclave, days before Praimfaya. Beside it is a sketch of McCreary torturing you and Clarke, your fight with Bellamy outside of the Second Dawn bunker because of his relationship with Echo, you nearly being killed in Shallow Valley by the Eligius prisoner, sitting with your family in your living room on the Ark. You step back, almost overwhelmed with the memories, your memories, that are held within this room, and as you take a deep breath to center yourself, you hear a door creak open behind you. You turn your gaze to the door to the room, light now filtering in through the crack, and curious, you walk towards it, pushing the door open wider and stepping outside.
Except outside is actually inside, because you get a flash of light before you realize that you are now standing in the church that you, Madi, and Clarke used as your home in Shallow Valley. When you look down, your clothes are different again, your outfit one that you wore frequently in the valley, and as you step deeper into the room, you realize now that you’re not alone. A figure stands near one of the windows, peering out, their back to you. But you don't need them to turn around for you to know that it’s your father, because you just know.
You let out a little gasp at the sight of him, and he turns to face you, a smile on his face. You feel tears rise to your eyes as you look at him, his face a little older than it was at his death. He whispers, “Hello, sweetheart.”
He opens his arms and you crash into him, pressing your face into his chest, smelling his scent of grease and Ark soap. Tears fall down your face as you hug him tightly, only pulling away when a thought starts to nag in your head. “How are you here?”
His voice is calm, yet serious, when he asks, “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I died.” And saying the words out loud, they shock you a little, because it feels like they have solidified the truth of what you already knew. You’re dead, your mind in some sort of afterlife, and that’s why you can see your father. That’s how he’s here. Your dad seems to sense that you're spiraling, because he turns you around and starts to guide you over to one of the tables in the room. “Come here, let’s sit.”
You plop down into the chair, looking at your father in shock, your voice a quiet whisper. “It's over. I've been fighting for so long.”
“I know you have.”
A horrifying realization hits you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. “I didn't get to say goodbye to Bellamy, or Clarke, Madi, Mom.”
Each new name that pops into your head, each unsaid goodbye, makes you more emotional, and as your dad gazes at you with a sad expression, you hear the clap of thunder outside. The lighting in the room changes quickly, the sunlight fading and now hidden behind a wall of clouds, and you stand and turn to the window, walking over to gaze out at the suddenly stormy sky in confusion. “What the hell? It started when I got upset.”
Behind you, your dad calls your name, drawing your attention back to him. “Listen, what do you hear?”
You listen for a second, your ears only picking up on the soft patter of rain on the window, so you roll your eyes and look towards him. “Rain?”
He laughs, and the sound brings a smile to your face, but his amusement fades as he locks eyes with you. “I'm serious, la lune. Focus. Between the raindrops, what else do you hear?”
You close your eyes, listening hard, focusing on the sound between the raindrops, and slowly, your ears start to pick up on a different sound, a steady thumping sound. The longer you focus, the louder it grows, until you open your eyes and look at your dad in surprise. “A heartbeat.”
He smiles and nods, and you look at him in shock, “I'm still alive.” But before he can say anything, you shake your head, instantly refuting your own statement. “No. No, I saw it. Russell killed me.”
“He didn't.”
You shake your head again, starting to grow frustrated. “You're just in my head. I loved being here with Clarke and Madi, and I love you, so here we are.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Your dad stands from his place at the table and crosses the room over to you, pulling you into his arms at the first sign of your now falling tears. Your emotions are all over the place, confusing you, and you feel yourself growing frustrated as you struggle to understand what’s going on. You pull away from your dad slightly so you can look into his face when you ask, “I don't understand. Am I dreaming?”
“This place is reacting to you, so we're just in your subconscious somehow. Beyond that, there are no answers for you here, so go on. Go figure this out. I'll be here if you need me.”
You look up at your father, into his smiling face, your grief over losing him hitting you in a way that it hasn’t in months. You suddenly realize that you’re grateful for this moment, that you get to see him again, but you know that walking out the door and leaving him behind will just amplify your loss again. Because if you do figure this out and leave all of this behind, you’ll be leaving him behind too. And subconscious projection or not, that loss still pains you. Your father motions towards the door, urging you to leave, and you whisper, “I love you, Dad.”
“Forever, my little la lune. Now go on.”
You nod and turn away from him, heading back to the door of the church, stopping just as you reach it to turn and look back at your dad one last time. He smiles and waves at you, and you smile back before turning and pushing the door open, temporarily blinded by the light again. This time when the light fades, you’re standing in the halls of the Ark, the whole ship empty and abandoned. You hear a scream from behind you, followed by muffled yelling of, “Sanctum is mine!”
You spin around, your anxiety spiking, your eyes landing on a door at the end of the hall. Despite your limited knowledge of the Ark and its appearance, you know this door is out of place. It’s red, with a wreath hanging on the front, and it clearly looks like the door to someone’s house, not one that belongs on the Ark. You mutter, “What the hell is going on?”
And as if the ship was just waiting for you to ask, you hear a door creak open behind you. You turn and look at it as you whisper, “It is reacting to me.”
You walk towards it and push the door open, your clothes now changing again as you step back into your shared room with Bellamy. This time, you’re wearing the outfit you were wearing in Polis, when Clarke shut down the City of Light. As you look up from your clothes and gaze around the room, you realize that someone else is here. A woman in a red dress turns to face you, and you feel a chill roll down your spine as you lock eyes with Alie, who gives you a small smile. “Hello, Miss Griffin.”
You shake your head, backing away from her slightly. “No. Clarke pulled the kill switch, she destroyed you!”
“And I saved you.” You look at her in confusion, and she motions to your memories scattered all around the room. “Why do you think you're still here? I may be gone, but this precious repository of your memories is here because of me. You're welcome.”
You look around the room and then to her in confusion, trying to understand why Alie would be responsible for your safety. But then you remember the chip, the one forced down your throat as you tried to protect Clarke, the contents of the chip still inside your head. “The neural mesh is still in my head. It must have interfered with the drug they used to wipe my mind.”
“Correct, and so you see, you exist because of me. But you won't if they figure out how you freed Raven.” She motions to a drawing on the wall, one of Raven tied to a bed, her mouth opened in a scream. You glance at it and then back to Alie. “We EMP'd the chip, but only in Raven and my Mom.”
“If I were you, and in a way, I am, I'd keep this memory safe.” She pulls the sketch off the wall, balling up the paper and pressing it into a tight ball, closing her hand around it. When she opens her hand again, the sketch is now transformed into one of the City of Light chips, small enough for you to easily hide. You take the chip from her hand and tuck it into a small pocket inside your jacket, before turning your gaze back to Alie. “Thank you. But for the record, you tried to steal all those memories you're now saving.”
“I tried to spare you the pain and horror of your existence.”
You shake your head. “There is no joy without pain.”
She turns away from you, gazing at your various memories before turning to face you again. “I never did understand humans. Those painful memories aren't even here. They're cast away deep in your mind, where you don't have to face them, and yet, you can't let them go.”
You look around the room, realizing that she’s right, though you don't want to admit it. There are sad and painful memories here, but the worst ones, the ones that really hurt you, are locked away somewhere, left out of the sketches and star maps and books of your mind. But as you stand across from Alie, you start to get a nagging feeling in your mind. one that’s reminding you of a red door at the end of the hall. You look up again as Alie starts to walk away, presumably to leave you alone, but you call out to her, “Wait.”
She turns to look at you, waiting for what you have to say. “You said this is a repository of my memories.”
She nods, confirming her earlier words, so you continue, “But there's something here I've never seen.”
“I told you to keep your memory of Raven safe. But I never told you who from.”
“Who is it? Who’s in my head?”
“I think you’ll find that you already know the answer to that. Maybe it’s time to open another door.” And before you can say anything, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the wall like a forgotten ghost. You walk out of your room, back into the halls of the Ark, moving towards the large red door slowly, growing more nervous with each step. The same yelling you heard earlier is repeating now, punctuated by a chorus of screams, and as you come to a stop right outside the door, the Ark announces, “Proximity alert.”
You reach out and touch the handle, turning the knob slowly, but the door flies open first, freaking you out. You scramble backwards, away from the bright light, watching as a figure makes its way towards you. As the door swings shut behind them and the light starts to fade, you come face to face with a familiar looking blonde, one who is grinning at you and saying your name. “It's nice to meet you. I've heard so many things, most of them murdery, but, you know, no judgment.”
The sight of her tugs at a memory, reminding you of the picture you, Bellamy, and Clarke saw in the creepy shrine on Sanctum, and you stare at her in confusion. “Josephine?”
“In the flesh, but you shouldn't have opened that door. This body is not big enough for both of us.”
The sight of her hits you like a ton of bricks, truly confirming what you were sure of all alone. “Russell really did it. He stole my body.”
“And clearly made a mess of it. It's been hundreds of years since a mind wipe failed. She looks around, slightly impressed. “But I gotta say, this isn't bad. Not as organized as my mindspace, of course, but mildly impressive.”
“Mindspace?”
“The brain creates these constructs when two minds share a body, like lucid dreaming only not as fun. It's a self preservation thing, trying to keep the minds separate so the body doesn't die. You kind of messed that up when you opened the door, so, you know, thanks for the accelerated brain deterioration.”
You feel a wave of panic wash over you. “What’s going to happen?”
“Brain hemorrhaging will lead to a stroke, and we all fall down. It's messy and hurts like a mother, would not recommend it. Two minds, one brain never ends well, so this,” She motions between the two of you, looking annoyed. “It's a problem. How did you even survive?”
A voice in your head reminds you of the chip in your pocket, one that Alie explicitly told you to keep safe. You glare at Josephine, your panic starting to subside as you focus on your anger. “You just want to know so you can figure out how to get rid of me.”
“Weren't you listening? If we don't do something, this body dies. Is that what you want?”
Your voice starts to rise as you counter, “Of course not. But why can't you just find a new body and give mine back?”
“I could, I suppose, but it's risky. The last Primes who went on ice died forever, and I'm not really into that. Besides, just between us girls, I kind of like your body.”
Your anger flares, your blood starting to feel white hot within you. “You're a sociopath.”
“Judgy. Besides, like you're one to talk, Wanlida.” Your fist clenches at your side as you remind yourself to stay in control and not lash out. Yet. “The way I see it, you have two options. Tell me how you survived so I can fix it, and I'll make sure your people live happily ever after. Or don't, and eventually we'll both die anyways. The difference is, I'll be reborn in someone else, tell my father what happened, and he'll kick your people out to die in the woods.”
You practically spit, “Go float yourself.”
She shakes her head in confusion, clearly starting to get annoyed that you won't just roll over and take it. “I have no idea what that means.”
“It means that I'm not telling you anything, and I don’t go down without a fight.”
Josephine scoffs, her expression turning to one of slight amusement. “Wow. You're selfish, not to mention dumb. Your mindspace contains all of your memories, so try not to think of where you keep them.”
Of course, as soon as she says the words, your mind flashes to your room within Arkadia, and the door at the end of the hall swings open, practically inviting her in. You feel a flash of frustration as she pushes past you, heading straight to the room, her voice taunting you. “You control your mindspace. Too bad you can't control your thoughts!”
You turn and jog down the hall after her, glaring at her as you walk into your room and see her gazing at all of your star maps and sketches with distaste. “This is a disaster.”
“Get out of my head!”
She rolls her eyes and glances your way. “Now, now. Sharing is caring.”
She brushes her fingers over a few memories on the wall, including Octavia being the first delinquent on Earth, you and Bellamy putting the Flame in Madi’s head, and Finn giving you the star charm to give to Clarke. She reaches the one blank spot on the wall, where the overlapping sketches and star maps are clearing missing one of their own, and Josephine turns to you with a smirk. “Are you hiding a memory from me? Rude.”
You snap, “You'll never find it.”
She brushes past you again, checking out more of your memories as she walks around the room, talking to you as she moves. “You know, I study all life, but insects always fascinated me most. They're merciless, ruthless. I respect that. People are so messy, so emotional. Because of that, they give themselves away. I could always figure people out, even as a kid. I could tell when they were nervous. Their pulses would beat faster. Eyes would dart. Breath would quicken. It's physiological. You know what my spidey senses are telling me about you right now?”
She comes around and stops in front of you, and you glare at her and answer, “That I'll never help you wipe my mind?”
“You think you're a badass, but your bravado covers self doubt. You had to physicalize your secret so you could keep it close, where you have control. I bet you have it on you right now. Now let me have it.”
She swings a punch towards you, and you almost smile as you realize you’re back in your element. Because the thought of Josephine taking your body freaks you out, but a physical fight is right up your alley. You spent months learning how to fight from both Lincoln and Octavia, and right now, in your mindspace, you have no injuries. No cut up leg to hold you back, no injured shoulders or bruised ribs. Right now, you are at your best. Which is why you deflect Josephine’s punch with ease before immediately following the move up with a punch of your own. It lands on her face, and she staggers backwards a little, but you bear down on her, punching her again. You remember the move Bellamy used on you during the eclipse, when he grabbed your shoulder and held you in place so he could punch you, and you use the same move on Josephine, except you hold her in place and bring your knee up to hit her in the stomach.
She doubles over in pain before she feels a rush of anger, which she channels before she runs at you, wrapping her arms around your center and pushing you backwards. The two of you fall through the door behind you, now out in the halls of the Ark. You scramble to your feet first, and as Josephine tries to get up and come at you again, you deliver another punch to her face, knocking her to the ground. Black blood is now dripping out of her mouth, but you don't care, still so pissed off that she’s even here, in your body. You knee her in the chin and she collapses to the ground on her stomach, trying to crawl away from you, but you press your shoe down onto her back, pinning her in place before you swing the heavy metal door of your room towards her head, hitting her in the skull.
You slam the door against her a few times, until you’re sure she’s dead, and then you drop down to the ground in a heap, staring at Josephine’s dead body in shock, panting as you try to catch your breath. Your hands are shaking, your brain trying to process what is likely your most brutal kill, and you close your eyes and take in a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. But as you do, you hear an alarm ring out, and you pull your eyes open as the Ark announces, “Warning. Collision alert.”
You look to the place Josephine’s body was just in, the ground now empty, and you mutter in horror. “No.”
You pull yourself to your feet and run to the hallway with the red door, watching as the knob twists and the door swings open, Josephine walking back into the Ark with a smirk in her face. “We're back, bitches.”
You ignore the stolen words from your stolen memory, focusing only on the horror of her return, your head shaking in disbelief. “How?”
“Come on, you're smarter than that. How do you think we're resurrected? My mind drive backs my consciousness. I can't die in the mindspace, but you can, unless whatever fluke kept you here can bring you back. You, my friend, are playing for keeps. I took a sedative about an hour ago, so that gives me all night to kill you in here or find the memory of how I can kill you out there. Got a preference?”
Your mind runs through a hundred different scenarios at once, before your fight or flight instincts kick in, ultimately choosing flight. You turn and take off running, putting space between you and Josephine’s taunting voice. “Easy or hard way, either way, you die!”
You ignore her, running through the Ark until you reach a set of doors, which automatically open for you, temporarily blinding you with light again until it starts to dim. But as they dim, you realize that you’re no longer on the Ark. You are now back in Polis, after Praimfaya, in the room that you and Bellamy used to put the Flame in Madi. You look around the room, trying to find a place to hide, but you stop when you see a figure standing in the middle of the room, their back to you. You already know it's Madi, even before she turns around, all dressed up in her Heda clothes. “Madi?”
She turns to face you, her expression blank, her voice emotionless. “Hello, ani.”
“Madi, you have to help me, I have to hide from Josephine. She’s trying to kill me.”
“It’s always something with you, isn't it?”
You shake your head, looking at your niece in confusion. “What?”
“Me and Clarke were never enough when we lived in the valley, and you spent all of your time thinking about and wishing for Bellamy. You always wondered why my relationship with you was different from my relationship with Clarke’s, and it's because Clarke was actually there for me. You never were.”
You shake your head, tears rising to your eyes. “What? Madi, no, that isn't true.”
“Isn't it though? Isn’t that why you put the Flame in my head? Because, compared to Clarke, I’m expendable. Even though it meant ruining your relationship with her, you were willing to sacrifice me and put a target on my back just to save her. But it was more than that, wasn't it? Because without Bellamy there to put the idea in your head, without him there to convince you, you would have never done that to me! He convinced you that it was the only way to save Clarke, but you never even stopped to consider another way.”
“Octavia would have killed Clarke!”
“Octavia almost killed me!” You stare at her in shock, not used to hearing her yell. “But that didn’t matter to you, because all you cared about was following Bellamy, at the expense of me, and your relationship with Clarke.”
“But it wasn't at your expense, Madi, because you were safe, I protected you. And Clarke, she forgave me. She understands!”
“Does she? Then why isn't she here right now?”
You look around in shock, realizing that your twin is missing, and there must be a reason why. Madi, of course, is well aware of that reason. “You’re afraid to face her because you think that she, and everyone around you, thinks that you’re just a shadow to Bellamy. You’ll sacrifice anyone and everyone to keep him safe, the rest of us be damned.”
“That’s a lie! I would do anything to protect Bellamy, but that doesn't mean I’m willing to give up Clarke or you or mom or just anyone else to do it.”
She shrugs, a sinister smile on her face. “I don't know why you’re arguing with me, ani. After all, I'm just a subconscious projection of you.”
Before you can answer her, an alarm starts to blare, warning you, “Collision alert.”
The doors slide open and Josephine steps inside, smirking at you. You look at Madi in fear, whispering, “Madi, you have to help me!”
“No.” You look between them for a second before you take off running again, moving through the room towards the door that leads to the streets of Polis. Madi watches you go and shrugs at Josephine, “Have fun!”
Josephine laughs, yelling at your retreating figure, “Even your projections hate you!”
You ignore her and push open the door to the outside, the light taking you over before it subsides again. Your clothes have changed again, your body now covered with a sweater, jeans, and tennis shoes. Your stomach drops, aware of the last time you wore these clothes. The light around you is still bright, but it’s not because you’re still transitioning into the next space. It’s because you are in a bright white hallway, surrounded by bright white rooms, with bright white lights. Your gaze travels up from your clothes to a sign on the wall, confirming your suspicions as you read the words, “Mount Weather: Quarantine Ward.”
Your gaze moves over to the door, the glass smashed, and as you peer through it, you can see that there’s a body bag sprawled out across the bed, a body sitting inside. You push the door open and step into the room slowly, walking over to the body cautiously, afraid of what you’re going to find. You take a deep breath to give yourself strength, and then you reach out and pull the zipper down, slowly revealing a face covered in radiation burns. Not just any face though, Maya’s face. You whisper, “Maya?”
Her eyes suddenly snap open and she smirks at you, and you step back a little, unsettled by the sight. “Hi.”
She sits up, her skin marred by radiation, because of you. You, Clarke, and Bellamy made a choice to save your people. You pulled a lever to save them, but it was at the expense of everyone else in the mountain. And looking down at Maya now, at the death you had a hand in, despite all the help she gave you, you know that you haven't really ever dealt with what you did in Mount Weather. Those deaths, whether you’re actively thinking of them or not, are part of your darker memories, hidden within you. This isn’t the scary place, not yet, but you realize this must be the road that leads there, your journey away from Josephine taking you closer and closer to the darkness. You shake your head as you stare at Maya, backing away from her, heading to the door. “No. I don't want this, I don't want any of this.”
“That's the thing, la lune. Some part of you does want this, or I wouldn't be here.” She climbs out of the bed and comes to stand across from you, cocking her head to the side. “I have a question for you: Why are you fighting so hard to stay alive?”
“I have to-”
She cuts you off, already aware of what you're going to say. “Save your people. Yes, I know. Too bad I wasn't in that group, huh?”
“Maya.” Your voice cracks a little, tears rising to your eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted to save everyone, but Cage, and Lexa, and Emerson, they forced our hand. They were killing my mother. I had to, I’m sorry.”
“Tell me, are you sorry about Jasper, too? After all, killing me is what sent him off the deep end.”
You shake your head, “No, that wasn’t me. Jasper made his choice.”
“Wrong. His death is on you too, Wanlida. You do things, but other people pay the price.”
“Enough.”
She smiles at you, the expression so mismatched to the words coming out of her mouth. “You've killed more people than you've saved. Do you realize that? If you actually cared about saving people's lives, you'd walk away. Because how can anyone do better with you still around? You’re the reason that death finds them, after all. Clarke can't kill them if you don’t lead her there.”
You open your mouth to argue, but you're cut off by the alarms in the room ringing, repeating the words, “Radiation alert. Radiation alert. Radiation alert.”
Maya glances at them, and then turns her smile to you. “She's coming. Why don't you give in to her? Just give up control for once.”
Her words remind you of something, of Josephine’s earlier words to you. You control your mindspace. You look at Maya with realization. “Control. I'm in control. I have an idea.”
You pull the City of Light chip from your pocket, holding it out in your palm so Maya can see it. And then you close your palm and your eyes, thinking of your journey to the darkness, of the scary place hidden with your darkest memories. You open the door to it, find the little lock box in your mind and drop the chip inside, locking the box behind you before closing the door and opening your eyes. When you open your palm, it is now empty, the memory hidden deep inside of your mind.
Just in time too, because Josephine pushes open the door to the room just then, looking at Maya with intrigue. “Whoa. you have a little something…”
She trails off, pointing to Maya’s face, and Maya reaches up to touch her damaged skin before she catches on to Josephine's cruel joke. She laughs, before she glances at you, and you mentally adjust projection Maya’s attitude towards you so that she’ll help you. Maya turns to Josephine and mutters, “She hid it in the cave.”
You play along, glaring at her and exclaiming, “Are you kidding me?”
Josephine laughs, looking between the two of you with amusement, completely falling for it. “I mean, your projections are the best.”
She turns her focus to Maya, “Care to take us?”
Maya nods in agreement, transporting all three of you to the entrance to a cave. Maya motions towards it, and Josephine nods at her in thanks. “Thank you, melty girl.”
She starts walking into the cave, everything around you growing darker and darker as the tunnel grows skinnier, until finally the cave opens up into a room. The room is adorned with a few meager belongings, a bed of furs in the corner, and Josephine looks at it in disgust. “Ugh, gross. Who the hell would live here?”
You see the movement behind her, and you nod towards it with a smirk, “He would.”
Josephine turns around in shock, catching a split second glimpse of Lincoln before he knocks her out. Her body hits the ground with a thud, and you look up at him for the first time, his clothes closer to his Grounder clothes than his Skaikru clothes. Still, you smile at him, happy to see your old friend before you step forward and grab him in a hug. Lincoln smiles and hugs you back, pulling away after a moment and looking down at Josephine’s body. “What have you gotten yourself into, my warrior with a heart?”
“Nothing good. Long story short, she wants me dead.”
“Yeah, well she’ll have to get through me.”
You smile at him before the two of you team lift Josephine and carry her to the corner of the room, chaining her up to the wall, in the same place Lincoln once held Octavia. The two of you wait around for a few minutes before she wakes up, her eyes pulling open and her face pulling into one of confusion. She tugs on the chain and it rattles, but her hand doesn't move far, her movement limited. “What is this?”
You smile down at her. “You have no control here, because this is my mindspace. Turns out, I can create whatever I want.”
She sneers at you, “Cute. But what's your plan here, stall until I wake up? I'll just try again night after night, and the more time I spend here, the faster you die. And let me tell you, that death ain't fun or pretty. You can't win, so why bother?”
You cross your arms, looking down at her, your expression serious. “To make sure you lose. As for me, I'll find a way to survive. I always do.”
“You’ve got spunk, I'll give you that. If things were different, we could have been friends, but I'm bored now.”
And before you can even comprehend what's happening, she reaches out and grabs a discarded knife that’s lying nearby, which she uses to slit her throat. You and Lincoln watch in alarm as the blood spills out of her neck, and you turn to him to ask what you should do, only to be transported out of the cave and back into the Ark. You’re facing the red door at the end of the hall, and you don't wait for it to open this time before you take off running down the halls, and as you do, you can hear Josephine’s voice calling out to you, “I may not be able to create anything in your mindspace, but I can sure bring something in!”
You freeze in the hallway you’re running through, listening hard to hear what she’s brought in. Unfortunately for you, that what is actually a who, and that who is actually Russell. His voice simultaneously sends a chill down your spine and pisses you off, still in disbelief that he's the reason you're even in this mess. “Let's split up and stop playing games. You're not a cat toying with a mouse. She's dangerous, kill her.”
You take off running again, putting space between your killer and his daughter, praying to the Universe that you survive this night. As you run past a door, the lights flicker on, revealing the airlock that sent your dad out to space. Tears instantly spring to your eyes as the memory flashes in front of you, and you watch him fly out of the airlock again, relieving the experience. You stare at the door, knowing this is the path to your dark memories, and you debate on whether to head here or continue down the hall. But the loud thud of Russell’s nearby footsteps is enough to decide for you, and all you can do is hope that this dark path is enough to stop him.
You step towards the doors and they slide open, and this time you’re not blinded by light before sliding into a place from your memory. This time you’re blanketed in a thick darkness, which slowly grows lighter to reveal the field below Arkadia, a big pole erected in the center of the field. You already know what this is as you gaze at it, your eyes already searching the space for him.
Finn.
He finds you first, his voice casually calling out to you, “Hey, la lune.”
You spin around to find Finn, his shirt stained with blood, smiling at you. You feel your emotions threaten to take you over, but you push them aside and call back, “Hey, Finn.”
He walks towards you, closing the space between you, looking you over. “You know, I told you to keep her safe.”
You know he means Clarke, so you nod. “I know, and I have.”
“Letting her bear it so you don't have to? That’s not keeping her safe. And what about the City of Light and Praimfaya and the Battle for Eden?”
You shake your head at him, refusing to be bullied by another one of your subconscious projections. “No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to make me feel bad about Clarke’s reactions to the things she’s done. She needed to leave after Mount Weather, because she couldn't stand to look at everyone and know what we did. That's not my fault. I have tried to help her bear it. I decided to take the Nightblood serum before she did and I got left behind with her during Praimfaya. I did everything I could to protect her while she was in the City of Light, including getting chipped myself. None of that was easy for me either, Finn, but I did it to help Clarke. I did it to try and keep her safe.”
He nods, accepting your answer, before he counters, “And what about giving Madi the Flame?”
You scoff, annoyed that another one of your projections is bringing this up. “Believe it or not, I did that for Clarke too. I didn’t do it because Bellamy told me to, and I didn’t do it because I value Clarke over Madi. I knew that people would follow Madi as their rightful Commander. I knew people would give their lives to keep her safe. But without a rightful Commander, I had no way to get to Clarke and free her, because even with Octavia in a coma, Wonkru still wanted to follow the wishes of their queen. I needed Madi to take the Flame so we’d have that Commander, but I was willing to do it myself if that is what it took to save Clarke. Even if it meant I'd be killed in the end, at least there would be enough of a distraction to get Clarke out. But Madi volunteered to do it to save both of us, and I agreed. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed, maybe I should have fought her harder on it, but it's done now. I made my choice knowing the effect it would have on my relationship with Clarke, but ultimately she forgave me. So it’s time for me to forgive myself.”
All around you, the trees start to go silent, nature’s warning to you and Finn that you’re in danger. Finn looks at you and warns, “He’s coming.”
You nod, and he slips into the shadows as Russell emerges from the trees, stalking right towards you with a glare. “Miss Griffin, I believe I told you no more fighting, and yet, here you are.”
He comes to a stop across from you, holding out his hand. “Now give me the memory.”
You cock your head to the side, sizing him up. “Seems this is a lesson that you and your sociopathic daughter need to learn: I’m nothing but fight.”
Russell sneers and lunges at you, but you sidestep his outstretched arms before swinging your elbow to his face and smashing his nose, breaking it. He reaches up to grab his nose, blood gushing between his fingers as he glares at you. You punch him across the face and then deliver a solid kick to his chest, sending him flying backwards, and as he peers up at you, you snap, “Make no mistake, the only reason you were able to kill me was because I was already sedated. Without that temporary paralytic, I would have ripped your throat out with my teeth.”
Russell tries to get up and attack you again, but Finn emerges from the shadows, punching the man and knocking him flat on his back. He tosses you a rope, and the two of you restrain Russell’s hands before dragging him over to the execution pole and restraining him there. Once he's tied up, Russell struggles against the ropes, but fails to do anything other than waste his energy. You and Finn watch on before he holds out his hand and mutters, “Here.”
You look down at his outstretched palm, your eyes falling on the knife that Clarke used to kill him, his red blood still staining the blade. You look up and meet Finn’s eyes in surprise, and he nods to Russell before he snarls, “Jus drein jus daun.”
And it’s like the words remind you of what Russell did to you, because your anger starts to rise, and you take the knife from Finn’s hands with little hesitation. You walk over to Russell, who is still angry, though he’s looking at you with curiosity. “‘Jus drein jus daun’? What does it mean?”
“Blood must have blood.” And then you plunge the knife into his chest, killing him. When you turn to face Finn again, you watch him disappear into the Commander’s tent, leaving you behind. You run after him, calling out, “Wait!”
As you push through the flap to the tent, the darkness overloads your senses again before gradually getting lighter, revealing a new location. Your clothes have changed to ones you hoped to never see again, because the sight of them only means one thing: you’re in the Skybox.
But as you look around the room, the one you know is the darkest part of your mind, holding your most painful memories, you get the sense that you are not alone. Because this cell, this solitary prison, it reeks of Shumway. His mark is all over it, your darkest memories flashing as you turn and take in the room, visions of Shumway shoving you against the wall to kiss you and standing in the doorway and taunting you with your father’s death. You feel your anxiety and panic start to rise, bringing a fresh onslaught of tears with it, but you close your eyes and take a deep breath, reciting constellations under your breath until you start to calm down.
Your calmness doesn’t last for long, because the door behind you swings open, causing the hairs to lift on your arms in alarm. You turn, expecting to see Shumway standing there with that sinister ass grin he always wore, but you are instead met with the sight of Josephine, her smirk just as taunting as Shumway’s used to be. Your stomach drops and you feel your confidence start to crack, which is the only reason she’s able to swing a punch at you and knock you to the side. You hit the ground with an echoing thud, and Josephine stalks across the room to your bed, reaching underneath it to grab the locked ammo box that is hidden there. You look up at her, weakly muttering, “Don’t.”
You’re unable to muster up much more than that, the heaviness of this room and these memories weighing on you. She tries her luck with the combination lock on the box, spinning the little dials before she tugs, the lock still and unmoving. Josephine grunts in frustration and drops the box onto the bed, plopping down beside it before looking around the room, taking it in. “This is the place you were avoiding?”
She shifts her gaze to you, shaking her head in confusion. “It’s not even that scary.”
You sit up, glaring at her as you snap back, “It is if you know what happened here.”
A memory of Shumway attacking you in this room flashes across your mind, and apparently Josephine is able to see it too, because her eyes go wide with surprise. The next time she shifts her gaze to you, it’s full of pity and you hate it. “I didn't know.”
You counter, “It doesn't matter.”
“Memory is funny, you know? The formative stuff like the traumas, the things we can't move past, they live deep in the brain stem. These are the wounds we pay shrinks not to fix. These places control us, make us who we are. It's actually connected to the lower brain function; breathing, reflexes.”
“Please just shut up.”
She shakes her head, looking at you in confusion, motioning to the room around you, “All of this is guilt for the things you’ve been through and the deaths you've caused, but I don't get it. Why are you so torn up? Everything you did was to save your people. I'd do the same thing.”
You snort, “A ringing endorsement.”
“The thing I don't get is why you don't care about saving your people now.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Josephine?”
“Let's say you could somehow fight me off and get your body back. What would that do to your friends and family? Do you think my father would just let me go? What you're doing right now leads to the genocide of your people.”
“I just want to live. I want to see my family again.”
She cocks her head to the side, sizing you up. “Have you ever even once considered that the solution is to sacrifice yourself?”
You think of Maya’s words to you and the words from your father during the eclipse on Sanctum, reminding you that there is no doing better while you’re still around. Josephine can see you thinking of these memories, because she pushes on, “Your people are safe, Bellamy and Clarke made sure of it. I mean, they took your death hard, sure, but they knew the only thing a leader could do was to strike a deal for peace. Now it's time for you to step up. Bow out gracefully, and your people get to live happily ever after.”
You shake your head, rising to your feet, calling out the bullshit of her words. “You're lying. Bellamy and Clarke would never make a deal like that.”
“The lack of trust hurts me, but that's why I brought this.” She tries to hand you a book, one that’s been tucked at her side the entire time she was talking to you. You stare at it with apprehension, wondering if this is some ploy that ends with you dead. Only, for real this time. She shakes the book, urging you to take it. “Take it. It's not a trick, I don't play that way.”
You sigh and place your hand on the book, seeing a memory from Josephine’s point of view. She’s standing next to Russell, but she’s facing Bellamy and Clarke, both of them looking distraught. Russell has a small cut on his neck, and he’s panting slightly when he levels a look at your lover and your twin. “If you let us live, I can guarantee safety for the rest of your people. We'll share everything we've learned about surviving on this moon.”
You watch Bellamy glance at Clarke, the two of them having a silent conversation before he answers Russell with anger, “We are not doing this for you, we’re doing it for her.”
The memory ends, and you’re suddenly back in your prison cell on the Ark, looking at Josephine, tears in your eyes. They didn't fight for me. Josephine senses your emotional turmoil and tries to use it to her advantage, “It's time for you to sacrifice for your people. Don't start another war they'll have to fight.”
Your mind runs through all the possibilities, weighing the options on whether you should fight or just give in. If you fight, you get back to Bellamy and Clarke and the rest of your family, but at what cost to them? Because ultimately, you wanting to go back to them is purely for selfish reasons. It’s because you want to see them again. But if you give up now, they get to live. They’ll be safe, have a place of their own. And maybe most importantly, you’ll have peace. You have already sacrificed so much to save your people and the ones you love, which is why ultimately you look up at Josephine and nod, resigned to your fate. “I need for them to be okay.”
“By my word, your people will be safe. Bellamy and Clarke are meeting with my father first thing in the morning to discuss building them a compound. They'll have a new home, a new life. Madi can go to school just like any other kid, your friends can settle down. Everyone can stop fighting, including you.”
You feel tears rise to your eyes as you think of the peace that they’ll finally have, the peace you’ve all been fighting for since you landed on Earth. If making this one sacrifice gives them that, then you’ll do it, because they mean everything to you. You whisper, “Tell Bellamy I love him, Madi and Clarke too. Just...tell all of them.”
She nods, and once you have her confirmation, you cross the room over to her, reaching out for the box. You lift the lock, checking to see what incorrect combination she put in, and you see that the numbers are set to 0100. You shake your head, glancing over at her and muttering, “You forgot Bellamy and Raven.”
You change the last number, switching the numbers to 0102 before you tug down on the lock and unlock it. You step aside, allowing Josephine to remove the lock and open the lid to your darkest memories. She reaches inside, pulling out a tablet that has security footage from the Ark, the cameras aimed at the hallway around the airlock used to float people. The footage is edited together to show you sliding around the corner at the last second, just as your father is seen flying out to space, gone forever. You blink away your tears as she puts the tablet aside, reaching in to pull out Maya’s ipod, reminding you of both Jasper and Maya, and the role you played in their deaths. Next is the Grounder knife, which is stabbed through a picture, and Josephine looks at it in curiosity before pulling the picture off of the knife. It’s a photo of Gina, smiling and happy, wearing the clothes she will later be murdered in. You feel yourself choke up at the sight of it, unable to think of the sacrifice she made for you without getting upset.
Josephine pulls out Shumway’s ID badge, and she tosses it to the side, just as disgusted with the man as you are. She digs around in the ammo box, only two things left inside now. She pushes one to the side, a small angel statue that has been created from twisted metal, in favor of the tiny chip that plagued you and your people once Jaha returned from the City of Light. As soon as Josephine touches it, the memory of Raven’s EMP plays for her, which Josephine seems to find fascinating. She turns to you with a smile, musing, “An EMP. Cool.”
She sees your serious expression, one riddled with hidden emotions, and she drops the smile from her face, growing more somber. “It'll be over soon. I promise.”
And then she rises from the bed and walks away, leaving the room and heading back to her side of your brain. As soon as you're alone, all of the emotions you worked hard to keep hidden begin to bubble to the surface, all of your most painful memories spread out across the bed in your former cell. You collapse onto it, your tears finally falling, allowing yourself to cry for all of the awful things you’ve been through. But beyond that, you have a new memory to add to your locked box: the one you’re sitting in right now. Because this memory of you sitting on the bed, surrounded by the ghosts of your past, symbolizes what will soon be a reality for you: your death.
Soon, it will truly be over, and you will be nothing but a memory to the people you love, locked up in their own ammo boxes, hidden deep within them and out of reach.
-
You don't know how long you sit in your cell and cry, but eventually you pull yourself up and head back through your mindspace, determined to spend your last few hours of life doing something other than crying or fighting. You walk past the scene of Finn’s death, through Lincoln's cave into Mount Weather, then back into Polis before emerging back inside the Ark. and then you follow the halls, past your shared room with Bellamy and the eerie red door to Josephine’s side, until you emerge back inside the church in Shallow Valley, eyes searching for your father. This time though, the building is empty.
You shrug off the hurt you feel and grab your favorite book from a nearby table, flipping it open to read the note scrawled on the first page.
My radiant moon,
I’m writing this letter to you to tell you that I love you.
Right now, you’re asleep beside me, unbothered by the chaos of life that awaits us outside our door. When you sleep, you have a tendency to pull me closer to you, always reaching out for me anytime I shift or leave the bed. I don’t think you even know that you do it, but each time you do, I’m hit with the strength of your love. I’ve never had someone love me like this before.
But, I feel the same for you. Looking down at you now, I want nothing more than to love and protect you for the rest of my life. I promise to always do that.
I don't know when you’ll find this, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe when we’re old and gray, surrounded by our kids and grandkids, watching our family gather together and spread the love that we share.
All I know is that you are my love and my heart, and I am a better man because of you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. I know that I've made mistakes, and that at times I don't deserve the love that you give me, and when I feel that way, I’m going to work to earn it.
For now, though, I have to go. The love of my life is reaching out for me, trying to pull me closer. I love you more than the stars, my radiant moon. You light up my life in ways I didn't even know were possible.
Forever yours,
Bellamy
You smile as you finish reading, the words not making you sad like they did after Praimfaya. This time as you read them, all you feel is gratitude. Even though your life will soon be over, you’re grateful that you at least got to meet Bellamy. You got to meet him, then hate him, then fall in love with him. Even better than that, you got to be loved by him. Not many people get to experience the love that the two of you have for each other, but you did. And now, at the end of your life, you’re just so damn happy that you did.
You flip past the note and to the first page of the book, quietly reading to yourself and spending your last few hours at peace.
You read for a few hours, the sun outside of your window rising slowly, reminding you of the passage of time, and when you’re about halfway through The Iliad you hear a door open, letting you know someone else is here. You close the book and look up with a smile, calling out, “Dad?”
Except your eyes don't land on your dad, they land on Monty.
He looks the way he did when you all went into cryosleep, before he became an old man, and you jump up from your seat and put your book to the side, running across the room to pull him into your arms. He hugs you back, though not as enthusiastically, and as you start to wonder why, he mutters, “You call this doing better?”
You pull away from him and look at him in confusion as he adds, “Giving up isn't better.”
“That’s not what I’m-” You cut yourself off when you see the look that he gives you, because technically, you are giving up. You just have a reason to, which is what you decide to tell him instead. “I’m doing this to save the others.”
“‘It's all for my people’? Look. I've heard that from Clarke before, and it's just an excuse.” You give him a hurt look, shaking your head, unsure what to say to him. Because maybe it is just an excuse. But maybe you just don't care anymore. Monty must sense that, because he becomes more empathetic. “I get it, it's been endless. But are you really gonna leave them?”
He motions to a picture tacked on the wall, one with Madi, Clarke, and Bellamy locking arms, all smiling. It’s not a memory, it’s just something nice that your brain created, but now Monty is using it against you. You think of Josephine's warning, how you fighting back will be seen as an act of war, and your people will suffer for it. Which is why you counter with, “They’ll be better off without me.”
“I don't think that's true.”
“They have each other. Plus, Bellamy and Clarke already made a deal that keeps them all safe.”
Monty shakes his head, trying to get you to understand. “This is about being the good guys. Yeah, that deal means our side gets to live, but at what cost? You're giving in to people who murder human beings to live forever.”
“You’re right, but it’s too late. I already gave in, and Josephine has the memory. As soon as she wakes up, she'll know how to get me out of my head. It's over.”
“We’ll see about that.” Monty holds his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it, and you know the gesture means more than just trusting each other. If you agree to take Monty’s hand, you are agreeing to go back on your deal with Josephine, and to fight for your life. And the more you think about it, the more you want to fight. Isn't that what you told Josephine, and Russell, and Kane, and countless others? You don't go down without a fight, never have, and you let yourself be manipulated by Josephine, who could easily tell that you were struggling. And maybe it is selfish to do this all because you want to see your family again, but so what? Everyone needs something to fight for, and your family is your reason.
Which is why you take Monty’s hand, and allow him to lead you out of Shallow Valley and back onto the Ark. He leads you down the hall, towards the eerie red door, both of you coming to a stop right outside of it. You look at it with apprehension and mutter, “This is Josephine's mindspace. She controls it.”
Monty jokes, “What’s she gonna do, kill you?”
You both exchange a smile before he nods towards the door, urging you to open it. You grab the knob and twist, pushing the door open, you and Monty temporarily blinded by the light before stepping into what appears to be the world’s largest library. You look at it in shock, staring at the shelves of books that extend further than your eyes can see. “Wow.”
“230 years of memories.” As soon as Monty says the words, you hear a distant explosion, the lights above you rattling. You look around in fear, before turning back to Monty with wide eyes. He surmises, “Good news is, we can affect her body here. Bad news is, Josephine seems to sense it. Come on, let's find something we can use.”
The two of you split apart, taking different aisles so you can cover more ground at the same time. You can see Monty in the space between the shelves, and the two of you exchange a look every few seconds, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of books in the room. They’re all in chronological order, numbered and neatly organized, seemingly color coded according to which body the memories occurred in. You have to agree that Josephine’s mindspace is better organized than your own, but the vague appearance of each book means that finding anything useful in here is going to be a pain. Luckily for you, you don't have to worry about that for long, because as you and Monty come to the end of your respective shelves, you find a large door, locked and labeled: Special Collection. Monty calls out, “Look, this must be where she keeps her primal wounds. This is her Skybox.”
You think back to Josephine's earlier words to you, said to you as she sat with you in your own special collection. These memories control us; they’re connected to lower brain function. You look at Monty, suddenly getting an idea. “She said they create a physical response. We could control my body from there.”
He smiles at you, proud of your quick thinking, “On it!”
You wait anxiously at Monty’s side as he hacks into the security system that controls the door to Josephine’s darkest memories, and after a minute or two, the door beeps, and the light outside turns from red to green. Monty smiles, cheering himself on, “Yes!”
He pushes the door open and motions for you to step inside first, both of you temporarily blinded by the light until it begins to clear, revealing a small diner. There are people milling about inside, and lights hung up all over the place. You glance and Monty and mutter, “Earth before the bombs.”
Monty rushes forward to the counter, sliding a stack of newspapers to the side to reveal a magazine, which he holds up to show you. “Check it out.”
On the cover is Diyoza, looking identical to the Diyoza you met over 100 years later, the headline proudly proclaiming that she’s been caught. You shake your head, looking around at the cozy setting, wondering why Josephine gave you so much shit about your dark place not being scary when hers doesn't seem scary at all. “Why would she keep this memory locked away?”
“More importantly, how do we get control from here?”
You look around, trying to figure out the answer to Monty’s question when your eyes land on a blonde girl sitting at a table nearby. It’s Josephine, dressed in a pretty pink outfit, sitting at a table with a friend. You nudge Monty and point at them, whispering, “Come on.”
The two of you slip over to the table behind the pair, watching as they write in notebooks in front of them, textbooks scattered all along the table. They’re quietly discussing their classes, the conversation largely boring until the bell over the door of the diner rings, signaling a new arrival. A young man walks inside, searching the diner until his eyes land on Josephine, and he makes a beeline for her, coming to a stop beside her table awkwardly. “Hey.”
She looks up at him, before her eyes shift to her friend, both of them having a silent conversation. The guy seems oblivious to the fact that neither of them seem to want him there, and he plops down in the empty chair across from Josephine. “I was looking for you at the water rationing protest, thought you posted something about going.”
“Too many people, you know.”
Her friend adds, “And it's really dusty outside.”
“Yeah, sure.” He seems to take a second to regroup, before settling a smile on his face, directed at Josephine. “Uh, I asked, and there's plenty of room at the comparative linguistics thing if you want to go.”
She twirls some of her hair between her fingers, the motion clearly something she does without really realizing, as you’ve seen her do it a few times before. “I don't know. I'm not really feeling that social lately.”
Josephine looks down, back at whatever she’s working on, and the guy finally seems to catch onto her rejection. “You still think you're too good for me, huh?”
She looks up in alarm, shaking her head, “That's not what I-”
He cuts her off, sounding more pissed off with each passing second. “Don't lie, just admit it. Stop toying with me and just admit what you are.”
Josephine stutters, “I, I don't-”
“I mean, I tried. Calls, texts, you know, being thoughtful. What do I get? Nothing.” He follows his nothing up by reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gun, plopping it down on the table so Josephine and her friend can see, but the other patrons in the diner do not. You and Monty share a look of alarm, and you're finally starting to understand why she might have hidden this away. Josephine and her friend both look panicked, but Josephine sits silently as her friend shakily asks, “What are you doing?”
“Thinking you should shut the hell up.” The friend snaps her mouth closed, obliging his demand, and he turns his gaze back to Josephine. “Message received, you stuck up bitch. You don't want to see me, but you can see this.”
And before anyone can say anything, he lifts the gun to his temple and pulls the trigger, killing himself and sending blood flying all over both girls. People in the diner cry out at the sound of the gunshot, and they all take off running, but Josephine and her friend stay frozen in place, shocked into stillness. You turn to Monty, your adrenaline pumping a little because of what you just witnessed, and you whisper, “This is the thing she couldn't face.”
“We need to use it to control your body.” You nod in agreement and he looks around the room for a second before he mutters, “I have an idea.”
Before you can ask what it is, the lights in the diner start to flicker as an alarm starts to blare, “Alert. Incoming bombshells. Take cover immediately.”
You look at Monty in fear and whisper, “Quick, hide.”
He does as you say, quickly jumping up and running towards the bar, ducking behind it as you stand from your chair. The door to the diner swings open, and Josephine comes stalking in, dressed the same as the version of her that’s sitting in a chair behind you, covered in blood. This Josephine, however, is clean, but she is pissed. She takes one look at you and screams, “You never should have come here! Get out!”
Her words echo in your ears, the force of them sending you back to your side of the divide. As you look at the red door in shock, it suddenly flies open and Josephine dives out, knocking you both to the ground before she moves to straddle you, her hands flying to your neck. She squeezes hard, spots already dancing along the edges of your vision as she grunts, “I gave you the chance to go quietly. I said I'd help your people. Deal's off!”
And just when you think it's the end for you, she’s gone, her body disappearing off of you in the blink of an eye. You roll over and cough, struggling to take in the air she nearly stole from you, and as soon as you catch your breath, you stare at the red door, now closed. You’re hit with a realization as you try to comprehend her speedy exit, one that can be the only answer as to why she wouldn't finish the job. “She's awake.”
You stand staring at the door for a long minute, trying to figure out what to do. Now that Josephine knows you’re fighting back, you have to keep going and you have to win. Otherwise she’ll kill everyone that you love just because she can, and those she doesn't kill she’ll cast out, leaving them to struggle to survive on this complicated ass moon.
Monty’s last words to you before Josephine’s arrival were that he had a plan. And considering the fact that he’s still in her darkest memory, that means that you are still inside her darkest memory, since he is a subconscious projection of you. That’s why you reach out for the doorknob again and push your way inside, arriving inside of Josephine’s neatly organized library. You run past the shelves and head to the door, worried when you see that the light on the door is red again, and you have no idea on how you can hack it like Monty did. You decide to take a risk and knock on the door, whispering, “Monty, are you there? It’s me.”
The door pulls open and a hand grabs you and tugs you inside. You start to worry that it’s Josephine, fully prepared to send you back to your side again, but you’re relieved to see that it’s actually Monty, standing in front of you and holding up a pen and small paper pad. “Morse Code.”
“What?”
“We’ll use the lights to send a message with Morse Code.”
You shake your head, growing panicked again. “I don't know Morse Code.”
“Yes you do, you learned it when Clarke did. The memory’s boxed up, shoved to the side in favor of more useful skills, but since we’re inside of your memory, it’s much easier to find the box. In fact,” he uncaps the pen and writes quickly for a second before passing the notepad to you. “I already did.”
The notepad has a message, one word, simple, formed with dots and dashes. The message, scribbled on a waitress’s notepad in a memory that does not belong to you, gives you more hope than any other message has ever given you before. You rush over to one of the abandoned tables in the diner, tugging down one of the strands of lights so that you can easily reach it. And then you plop down into the chair across from Monty, twisting the light to turn it on and off, signaling out the code that Monty wrote out for you.
●— A
●—●● L
●● I
●●●— V
● E
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Clarke freezes as the door to the palace opens and her twin walks in. Except, it’s not her twin.
It’s your body, but you are no longer inside.
She knows she should be listening to whatever the hell Russell is saying, but she can't bring herself to focus, her eyes still locked on you. Josephine doesn’t seem to notice though, she just stands near the back of the room, waiting patiently to talk to her dad. Though, maybe it’s more like waiting impatiently, because she’s tapping her arm while she waits. At first, Clarke doesn’t find anything odd about that, until her eyes notice that the tapping is occurring in a pattern, and the pattern is repeating in a loop.
Josephine clears her throat, asking for the attention of the others in the room, and Clarke uses the temporary distraction to nudge Bellamy. He looks over at her in confusion, and she nods her head to Josephine, silently communicating what she’s seeing. Bellamy follows her gaze over to the former body of his fiance, catching onto the same strange pattern being tapped out. But Bellamy recognizes it for what it is first, and he flips a page in his notebook before he begins to write quickly, marking out the dots and dashes in the order they appear in.
Russell demands his attention again, and Bellamy manages to keep it together just long enough to end the meeting and get Clarke and Miller outside. He already knows what the symbols mean, easily able to translate the code in his head, and he’s practically bouncing with excitement. Clarke nearly breaks his hand when they get outside of the room, when she grabs it tight so she can drag him away into a private corner. “What does it say?”
Bellamy writes the letters next to their corresponding symbols, translating the message out for the remaining Griffin twin. He turns the notepad around so she can read it, the word leaving her mouth in a breathy whisper. “Alive.”
She looks up at Bellamy in disbelief. “She’s alive?”
“Looks like it.” Both of their faces split into wide grins, this information the happiest news they’ve ever heard. Miller is still struggling to understand, his gaze flitting between the pair in confusion. “What does it mean?”
Clarke turns to him, her expression getting serious as she realizes what they have to do now. “It means my la lune is alive, and we’re gonna get her back.”
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It's simple. I'm the Commander of Death: and I say we will meet again.
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BAD BUSINESS
2: WON’T DO YOU NO GOOD
pairing: Rafe Cameron x John B’s Girlfriend!Reader
summary: Waking up in bed with Rafe Cameron is the last thing you would’ve expected from yourself - but that’s far from the only unexpected thing that happens this morning.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: mild cursing, cheating
additional: most chapters are going to be around this length, and according to my calculation, there should be around 10 chapters in total. also, there’s going to be a few original characters for the sake of the plot, because none of the canon characters would’ve been able to fit.
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Before you even open your eyes, the stale taste of alcohol in your mouth is all you can feel. Your head’s throbbing, too, and your fingers can do nothing to make it stop. There’s the chills running up and down your body, the persistent hangover fever, alongside the taste of sick deep down in the back of your throat, all the way to your stomach. Your back is stiff against the soft mattress, too. You move a little and the mattress creaks – the sound awakens something inside you, and the memories of last night flood in.
There’s the loud chatter of a party and the buzz of alcohol, there’s the strangers you’ve never spoken to before last night, and there’s the taste of whiskey on lips that most certainly did not belong to your boyfriend.
You groan quietly as you press your fingertips into your temples, massaging lightly. More memories flood in – sinful and delicate kisses, brief brushes of lips against skin, nibbles on your neck. An image flashes before your closed eyelids, the polo shirt and shorts combination and you scoffing at it, and another flash where the same combination is on top of you as your back is pressed into the mattress. The memories speed up and you recall the night, the sweet delight of forbidden fruit, and it all comes back to you.
You fall out of your daze and feel nothing between your bare skin and the bed covers; the mattress is too soft because it isn’t even yours. Your head turns to the side slowly, with everything spinning, until you realise the rhythmic sound you've been hearing is someone breathing.
You open your eyes and your gaze falls upon the blonde hair, tousled from last night's antics. You can recall running your fingers through it all too well – the feeling of Rafe's mouth on you as you tug his hair in ecstasy.
The instinct to flee is imminent.
Within a heartbeat, you’re out from underneath the covers, scrounging through the room for your clothes. Most of it is okay, but your panties are too ripped for wear, but the rest will make do.
It’s insanity – the more you recall what happened the night before, the more nauseated you get.
By the time you find your phone, kicked into a corner of the room, you’re beyond freaking out. Your mind’s buzzing with what your friends might be thinking, with what you’re going to tell John B, with who apart from you and Rafe might know the truth about what happened – and it’s all too much for your hungover-as-fuck brain.
Plus, your phone’s out of charge, so there’s that.
You groan, again, and feel the nausea hitting you again. It’s deep in your stomach, in combination with the stench of alcohol deep in the back of your throat, and even your head is starting to feel a little light, a little woozy.
If it wasn’t for that, you probably would’ve noticed Rafe wake up.
‘Running away already?’
Your head turns to the bed; he’s lying on his back, head propped up on his hands, and his expression something between amusement and disappointment.
‘What happened between us was a mistake.’
‘You didn’t seem to think that last night.’
‘I have a boyfriend, Rafe.’ You walk over to the bed, crouch as your handbag’s underneath it.
The bed creaks, again. ‘You didn’t seem to think that last night, either.’
Your head peeks over the bed, just enough to shoot the blond a glare. ‘Shut the fuck up.’
All of your things are in the handbag and you stand up to get over to your jacket, but the room spins and you stumble, unable to find your footing. You end up sitting back on the bed, your fingers massaging your temples, and the room spins a little less, but it doesn’t stop.
‘Fuck,’ you mumble.
It’s all a little too much.
‘I’ll get you some water.’
A sigh passes your lips and you feel your shoulders slouch, giving in. Your eyes are closed but you can hear Rafe walking out of the room, his bare feet making funny noises against the laminate.
You feel sick, and hungry, and lightheaded, and tired, and there’s an ache between your legs that reminds you of the rough night before. Instinctively, you close your legs, as if someone could tell – and you begin to wonder if they could.
This wasn’t your first time, far from it. But it was your first time with someone other than John B, and it wasn’t meant to happen, and it was bad—
Rafe’s footsteps stop you from spiralling. He plops back on the bed, and you see a hand extended at your side, holding a glass of water and an aspirin pill.
Quietly, you thank him, and take the pill, downing it with water.
‘You feeling better?’ asks Rafe.
‘No.’
He sighs behind you and you feel him get back under the covers. With the pill soon to take effect, your brain begins to unhaze bit by bit, and your thoughts have more coherence to them than minutes ago. You don’t even know whose house you’re in.
It comes with another quiet groan, a shaky sigh, and a shudder through your entire body.
When you turn to Rafe, your skin’s on fire. He’s relaxed, looking at you with eyes half closed. One of his hands is resting halfway to you.
Another image from last night flashes before your eyes and you shake it off. ‘Rafe.’
He glances up, all too innocent for your liking.
‘You can’t tell anyone about what happened last night. It shouldn’t have happened. I just needed a distraction and…’ Your throat is dry and you drink some more water, hearing it going through your body. ‘I was too drunk to think clearly.’
‘And I wasn’t?’ Rafe asks. He props himself up on his side, resting on his elbows. ‘So what, this was all just a shitty mistake for you?’
‘Yes. There’s nothing else it could’ve been.’
Rafe nods and his Addam’s apple bobs. ‘Right.’
He lowers his face and you can’t read him again but at this point, you don’t even want to try. Your head’s a little less fuzzy now and you should be good to go, only you can’t bring yourself to get back on your feet.
It might take five minutes, might take half an hour, and the only way to kill time is to talk to Rafe.
‘You’re really not all that imposing when you’re not high or drunk or whatever,’ you tell him.
‘Wow,’ he mutters into the pillow. He turns his head to look at you and his baby blues are softer than you used to seeing them. ‘You’re going to insult me now, too?’
‘Do you want to be imposing?’
‘Doesn’t hurt.’
‘No, apart from the fact that it makes everyone hate you.’
‘Nah,’ Rafe says, a devious smile gracing his lips. ‘You don’t.’
You shoot him another glare, but you move your head too fast, and the room spins once more. A few moments pass and you let yourself adjust, silently cursing all the alcohol you had the night before.
Rafe’s half asleep, or pretending to be, next time you look at him.
‘Whose house is this?’
‘Cooper Lightbourne’s. I was going to crash here, anyway, so don’t think you’re imposing.’
He peeks open one eye at you, still grinning, and you roll your eyes when you notice the wordplay. The more time you spend with Rafe, the more he seems like an actual nineteen year-old boy, instead of this big bad jerk you’ve heard so much about.
You push yourself off the bed, ignoring the tingles in your legs. All your belongings are on you and you’re ready to go, looking like you’re about to do the world’s biggest walk of shame – and you probably are.
‘So long, Cameron.’
‘Wait.’
There’s a hand on your wrist and you turn around, facing Rafe. He’s wearing only his boxer shorts and you hate that you look him up and down, because it brings more flashes from last night, and now almost the only thing you can think about is your lips on him. Tiny red bruises are jotted over his neck and his upper chest, and it only makes you wonder what you must look like.
No way in hell are you going home, now.
‘What?’ Your annoyance at your thoughts is evident in your voice, to the point where Rafe flinches at it.
‘Let me give you a ride.’
You shake your head. ‘Rafe—’
‘Look, my car’s here and I need to get going, anyway. There’s a business meeting I need to attend to and my dad’s expecting me.’
Rafe’s body turns rigid at the mention of his dad and his jaw clenches, but his face doesn’t lose the softness—and something else?—that his statement carries.
Of course – you forgot that Rafe is a business man. He’s just a year older than you, sure, but his upbringing had been entirely different. Rafe doesn’t get to relax when he’s hungover. Rafe doesn’t get to mess about whenever he wants to, if anything you’ve heard about his dad is even the slightest bit true. There’s a reason why the Camerons are at the height of the Kook hierarchy, and it’s not because they do whatever they want.
It only makes you realise that you have no idea who you’ve cheated on your boyfriend with.
You sigh, nodding slightly. ‘Fine. I probably shouldn’t be walking around looking like this, anyway.’
‘It’s not a bad look,’ says Rafe, his face clear from any sign of previous discomfort. When his comment is met with a dull look of yours, he clears his throat. ‘I’ll get some clothes from Cooper and then we’ll head then. Five minutes, tops.’
‘Okay.’
He hesitates, his eyes moving across your face. For a moment you think he’s going to say something – but he doesn’t. He just steps to the side, lets you back into the room, and leaves it.
You can’t go home, you realise as you walk up to the window. It’s looking out to the pool where you spoke to Rafe for the first time in a while last night, and you try to recall where Shelley was when the exchange happened, but you can’t. You can’t recall if you’ve even seen Shelley from the moment you arrived, and she went off to chat with the birthday guy – Cooper Lightbourne, apparently.
Maybe you should’ve eaten. You need to go to Shelley’s, to figure out what the fuck happened, who’s Cooper and how much shit you’re in, and what to do with John B and everything. It’s a lot, and your head begins spinning again, and you curse silently.
It’s not something you want to deal with right now.
Rafe’s back five minutes later, just like he said. He’s wearing different clothing, only it’s the same combination just in a different colour scheme.
You chuckle, before you can stop yourself.
‘What?’
‘You looklike a poster boy for the Kooks.’
He rolls his eyes, but you see that he’s relaxed a little. There’s a bag on his shoulder that you haven’t seen before, and he walks into the room, placing it on the bed. ‘There’s some clothes, if you want to get changed before we leave. Coop’s got a sister.’
‘Thanks,’ you say, ‘but I’m good. I’m going to Shelley’s, so I’ll get changed there. But really, thanks. That’s...sweet.’
Rafe rolls his eyes again. It doesn’t really make sense, but he doesn’t say anything even though you know he’s noticed your raised eyebrows. He reaches into the bag and takes out two premade sandwiches from a local bakery. You take one of them, he takes the other.
A joke is on the tip of your tongue, but you refrain from saying it. This isn’t the Rafe you’re used to; you don’t know how to act around him.
The drive to Shelley’s is quick, as she lives about a ten minutes’ drive from Cooper’s. There’s not much conversation – the more you move on with your day, away from what happened last night and into its aftermaths, the more you realise that you’re in a mess that you won’t easily get yourself out of.
John B might not be the one for you, but he didn’t deserve to be cheated on.
Is this who you are now? A cheater?
‘Um,’ Rafe says, quietly, ‘we’re here.’
Out of the window, Shelley’s mini-mansion is right across the road. Rafe parked on the other side of it, for undisclosed reasons.
Your hands are on the door handle, but you don’t open it.
Once you leave Rafe’s car, you’re going to have to deal with everything.
Rafe clears his throat. You glance at him, wishing he would make a snarky comment, give you any reason to get mad at him and leave this car, only he doesn’t. His hands are resting on the steering wheel, tapping against it in a rhythm you don’t recognise. He doesn’t look bad—you understand why drunk you fell for him—but his shades are hiding his eyes, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking.
You can’t read him. Last night, you could read one another – this morning, it’s two different people.
‘You okay?’ he asks you.
He takes his shades off and you see the genuine concern in his eyes. In another world, you would’ve been happy. ‘Why do you care?’ you snap, instead. ‘I thought you said last night that you don’t.’
Rafe doesn’t respond immediately. He opens the window on his side and puts his hand out, letting it hang. ‘I don’t.’
‘Good.’ You press the door handle, but release it. ‘You can’t tell anyone about last night. I need to deal with shit anyway and I can’t have this on my mind, too.’
‘Whatever,’ he says, and you think that maybe it is the Rafe you thought it was, after all.
You finally open the door. As soon as you’ve made sure you’ve got everything, you’re out of the car. The humidity hits you like a truck and the only thing keeping the nausea down is the sandwich he gave you earlier.
You’re about to leave, hearing Rafe turn on the engine, when you turn on your heel and open the door to the car. ‘Thanks.’
Rafe doesn’t turn to you. He waves with two fingers, and that’s the only response you get.
No feelings, no strings attached – that’s what you expected, and that’s what you got. Now there’s only the matter of everything else.
You ring Shelley’s door. It’s only now that you begin to think how she’ll react, and wonder if people are seeing your outfit and judging you. Last night’s endeavours are the one thing you’ve been trying not to think about, but it feels as if someone were to take one look at you, they’d know exactly what you’ve done.
Can they see the marks on your body that you haven’t been brave enough to check? Can they see the hunger that made you do something you’ve sworn to never do? Can they see the confusion of having slept with Rafe and realising that you miscalculated, and it might cost you everything?
You stand with your legs pressed against one another, arms wrapped around your bare midriff, even if that means you’re going to be sweating in this heat.
It’s Shelley who opens the door. ‘Oh, hi!’
You greet back, but your voice is shaky, and you’re starting to think that maybe it’s not the hangover that’s been killing you.
Guilt that comes after cheating is a dreadful thing, you’ve been told.
‘Oh,’ Shelley says again.
Her eyes take in your attire – a skimpy skirt and a tube top that barely covers anything, and a leather jacket draped over your handbag. Possibly sex hair and definitely last night’s makeup.
You think she’s going to smile, and it looks almost as if she’s going to, until she sees your expression.
The gulp in your throat is painful to swallow.
‘I fucked up.’
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TROPED Chapters: Round 2 — Fics + Voting Link!
And we’re back for Round Two of our Multi-Chapter TROPED Challenge! We got SEVEN (7!!!) incredible fics for the second round, and we are so excited to see how our Tropesters handled the curveball we threw at them (and what obstacles they picked out for themselves)!
Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!
Voting ends July 1st at 11:59pm EST! Winners announced on July 2nd!!
Dragons and Alicorns and Political Weddings - Chapter 2 (Rated T) [My Little Pony - Princess Ember/Twilight Sparkle]
In order to better relations with the Dragon Lands, Twilight has been arranged to marry the current dragon lord, Ember. With her friends by her side, she’s excited for the big day, even if she’s nervous at the prospect of not meeting her fiancee yet. When she finally does, things seem to go well, spurning on her excitement.
At least, going well for now.
Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - An Unusual Courtship (Rated M) [The 100 - Raven/Roan]
A decade ago, Roan was exiled from the Kingdom of Azgeda when his brother, Rapier, ascended to the throne. Roan travelled to the other side of the ocean aboard his ship, the Exiled Prince, and took on a new life as the Captain of his own pirate vessel. For ten years, Roan was content.
However when his beloved brother is lost, Roan is faced with unexpected choices, the weight of obligations and the presence of the woman who broke his heart as he returns to Azgeda and reclaims the throne.
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In which Roan endeavours to win over his future wife, Clarke.
Waiting On The Winds Of Change To Blow - ivory, carnelian, tiger's eye, gold (Rated T) [Emelan - Briar Moss & Sandrilene fa Toren]
Briar was taken in from the streets of Summersea by Duke Vedris and raised to hold a position in his household. He’s been given many honours and opportunities, and now his match to a wealthy merchant’s daughter will give him money and connections as well. He’s grateful, really he is. But sometimes he wonders if it’s really what he wants.
“Is something the matter, Briar?” Sandry asked.
Briar sighed. “No, it’s nothing, I just…” He trailed off, not sure how to explain it without sounding ungrateful.
Sandry studied him for a moment. “Are you nervous?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have expected it of you; you’re always so confident – but this is a significant moment for you.”
“I suppose I am,” Briar said slowly. Nervous wasn’t exactly how he’d describe it, but he could work with it. “I just… wasn’t expecting this. Marriage was never really something I considered for myself – given my upbringing, you know.”
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Briar and Daja get to know each other a little better, at Sandry's urging. But although they get along quite well, there's still something keeping them at a distance.
The Wedding Planet - Chapter 2 (Rated T) [The 100 - Octavia/Clarke]
Bounty hunter Octavia Blake has chased her latest prey, Josephine Lightbourne, all the way to the second moon of Arkadia–the last place she’d expect Josie it be, and the last place Octavia wants to visit–ARK-1002014: The Wedding Planet. There, Clarke Griffin arranges beautiful destination weddings for people from all over the galaxy, every detail provided for, right down to the spouse. Her AI-driven system has turned the ancient art of matchmaking into a commercialized, mechanized, streamlined, and extremely successful, enterprise.
Octavia’s already found and lost the great love of her life. She’s not looking to love again. But an accident, a chance meeting, and a high-stakes bet change all of her plans. Now she’ll either find her match, or spend years of her life providing fairy tales for others, while she proves that chemistry, passion, and spark can never be forced into being by a machine.
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Octavia meets her fiancee.
With Your Name In My Throat - Chapter 2 (Rated M) [The 100 - Lexa/Clarke]
Lexa is content in her life just the way it is, until a so called “perfect match” on her friend’s matchmaking service promises to help the people she cares most about in the world. The only catch is she has to marry a perfect stranger. But Lexa can do just about anything, if it helps her friends, and there’s no way she will fall in love. Right?
wishing on city lights - Chapter 2 (Not Rated) [Spider-Man - Michelle Jones/Peter Parker]
Peter loves the city lights. Loves his work at the law firm, loves his best friend Ned, loves dancing. And he might love that sullen girl with ink-stained fingertips and fire in her steps.
Michelle loves dancing too, although she would never tell. She loves rainy days in her small apartment and hearing secrets in the halls of Brant Enterprises. She most certainly doesn't love the young lawyer with eyes like copper and honey.
But when their two company-inheriting millionaire best friends are set up for an arranged marriage, someone has to guide them through slimy speakeasies and glitzering debutante balls.
Michelle doesn't think story-book love is real. But this boy dancing in a tiny jazz club with her?
He is.
come morning light - hold on to that lullaby (Rated M) [Chronicles of Narnia - Susan/Caspian]
Seven years ago, Susan and her siblings were sent away from a war to the safety of the country side only to be thrust into another war. As the years wear on, their soldiers return from battle fewer and fewer in number, and the graves multiply overnight.
Running out of options and manpower, their last chance is proposing an alliance with the King of Telmar, a kingdom seemly just barely allied with the Witch and itching to get out from under her power.
Susan walks into the meeting with the King with Edmund at her side and little hope left in her heart, and leaves with an alliance that could turn the tide of the war - and a husband.
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Watching Clarke Griffin
by justderpy
What if when Gabriel tried to get Josephine out she was still in Clarkes head they needed to go in there themselves and look through Clarkes memories with her to be able to set her free.
Basically everyone will watch Clarkes journey throughout the seasons of the 100 (just the clips and bits with her in them) to kill Josephine.
also I suck at summary so whoops.
Words: 608, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Bellamy Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Emori (The 100), Abby Griffin, Gaia (The 100), Gabriel Santiago | Xavier, Raven Reyes, Indra (The 100), Josephine Lightbourne, Echo (The 100), Nathan Miller, Eric Jackson, Octavia Blake, Charmaine Diyoza, Madi (The 100)
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Niylah
Additional Tags: Watching, Stuck in Clarkes head, Joesphine is still there, love Clexa but sadly isn't endgame, Bellarke is endgame since well sadly Lexa is dead, everyone gonna watch Clarkes life, Angry Clarke Griffin, Sad Clarke Griffin
Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jUQM75
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WHAT I HAVE TO DO
Here is a list of my......
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ship request
drafts
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Ideas
let me know which of these interest you guys the most and I will start with that. I am not sure where to start with so many so if you guys could vote and any you would like to see first.
These are all the requests I have for ships and Imagines if you don't see yours it was either lost or I never got it please resend it.
ship request
A Riverdale Male ship
A TVD unspecified gender X Gender Neutral ship
A male and female Riverdale ship
A TVD and Riverdale Male and Female ship
Male MCU and Riverdale ship
Actor and Character ship for MCU and TO
Requests
Jamie and Cersei Lannister X Daughter!Reader (Platonic)
(Cersei wants to marry off there daughter but she is Jamie”s pride and joy and wont let that happen)
FP Jones X Teen!Reader (Smut)
(FP Jones x reader!teens!rough)
Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Platonic!!!)
he’s sadistic like joffery? that’s the reason they’re really close and trust each other more than anything
Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut)
(joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)
Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut)
(Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)
Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader
(damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn't stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it's not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)
Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader
(The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)
Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader
(The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)
Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!)
(Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)
Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader
(Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)
A wolverine request but I can't find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)
In my drafts
Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader and Steve Harrigton X Fem!Reader
Lip Gallagher X Sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)
Jughead Jones X Plus Sized Fem!Reader
Joffery Barathen X Twin!Sister Reader (Smut)
Sam and Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader (smut but none between Sam and Dean)
Ivar the Boneless X sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)
Jim Hopper X Younger Fem!Reader
FP Jones X Younger Fem!Reader X Gladys Jones (Smut)
Sweet Pea X Fem!Reader X Reggie Mantle (Smut? Nothing between Sweet Pea and Reggie/ )
Cheryl Blossom X Fem!Reader X Betty Cooper (Smut /Nothing between Betty and Cheryl/)
FP Jones X Fem!Reader X Sweet Pea (Smut/Nothing between FP and Sweet Pea)
Daenerys Targaryen X Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut / Nothing between Dany and Sansa)
Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)
Margaery Tyrell X Baratheon(Lannister) Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut/Nothing between Margaery and Sansa)
Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)
Ragnar Lothbrok X Christian Princess!Reader X Ivar Lothbrok (Smut/Nothing between Ragnar and Ivar/)
Lagertha X Lothbrok Fem!Reader x Torvi (Smut)
lagertha x Ealhmunding!reader x ragnar Lothbrok(smut)
Billy Hargrove X Harrington Fem!Reader
Steve Harrgton X Henderson Fem!Reader
Jason Dean X Fem!Reader
Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader
other things I have to do
Post the next few updates to A Dark Truth
Update my books on wattpad
ideas I have that I may post to get back into writing to add to the drafts for another time
Bellamy Blake X Fem!Reader
Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader
Lincoln Kom Trikru X Fem!Reader
Damon Salvatore X Fem!reader
Octavia Blake X Fem!Reader
Kai Parker X Fem!Reader
Raven Reyes X Fem!Reader
Sebastian X Fem!Reader
Josephine Lightbourne X Fem!Reader
Hope Mikaelson X Fem!Reader
Chuck Bass X Fem!Reader
Lizzie Saltzman X Fem!Reader
Blair Waldorf X Fem!Reader
Dark!Josie Saltzman X Fem Reader
Bellamy Blake X Sister!Reader (Smut)
Caroline Forbes X Fem!Reader
Bellamy Blake X Sister Reader X Octavia Blake (smut)
Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
Klaus Mikaelson X Sister!Reader (Smut)
Klaus X sister!Reader X Rebekah (Smut)
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