#someone get him back here and away from Jaha please

[kantimplora]

Pov: you're a grounder and see this on a three after a month of a half-peace with skykru

#john murphy #the 100 #the delinquents #the 100 post season 2 #someone get him back here and away from Jaha please

[talktomeinclexa]

The South Tower

by: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: September 11 Attacks

Status: Complete

Summary: When a plane collides with the South Tower of the World Trade Center, Clarke and Lexa are trapped inside.

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The deafening sound of an explosion makes the windows of the 97th floor of the 2 WTC tremble and the cup of coffee in Clarke’s hand shake, spilling its content all over her top.

“Son of a—” she yells, surprised by the hot liquid spreading all over her chest. Good thing she got it 15 minutes ago and has been too busy to drink it until now, or the burn would have hurt tenfold. “What was that?”

The shouts and panic-stricken faces of her coworkers do little to reassure her. Like everyone else, the junior graphic designer walks toward the windows, anxious to find out what happened.

About 200 feet away from them, the top of the north tower is engulfed in flames, dark smoke rising into the clear blue sky and obscuring the view. Whispers spread like wildfire, but Clarke is too shocked to catch any of them clearly. What on earth happened? An accident? A bomb?

The fight-or-flight response soon triggers, and several people make a run for the elevators, only to be stopped by Thelonious Jaha, the CEO of Arkadia Marketing Agency. “Please, calm down. There is no need to panic and risk getting trapped in the elevators or trampled in the staircases. I will call the authorities to inquire what the official recommendations are. In the meantime, return to your desks. We have a meeting scheduled in ten minutes,” the middle-aged man says with his usual reassuring voice bordering on patronizing.

A few people grumble at his priorities, but all workers comply, not wanting to risk his ire. The difficult financial situation Arkadia is in is no secret around the office. The upcoming meeting with Mount Weather, Inc. might make them or break them.

Clarke checks her watch with a sigh. 8:50 A.M., leaving her just enough time to try to salvage her top and wash away some of the coffee before the Rorschach stain becomes permanent. It will give Cage Wallace — MW Vice-president and notorious fuckboy — yet another reason to stare at her boobs, and the thought makes her skin crawl.

Hoping that no one will have a last-minute-question-that-absolutely-cannot-wait, she rushes to the toilets closest to their office. Luckily, everyone else is still recovering from the shock, and she has the whole place to herself. Or at least she thought so until the door of one of the cubicles opens, and a man bearing a striking resemblance to Ian McKellen yells at her, “Fly, you fool!”

“Hmm, yeah, okay. Thank you,” she mutters back, too surprised to wonder where he came from or why he was in the ladies’ room. He’s gone before she can stop him, the door slamming behind him with an ominous sound.

Cleaning her top is as tedious and useless as she feared, and she barely makes it back in time before Jaha calls for the meeting to start. Her chest feels damp and her blouse transparent, and for the 100th time in less than 10 minutes, she wishes she had brought a cardigan that morning.

“Good morning, everyone, and thank you for being here today,” Jaha begins before pointing at the two men behind him. Their crisp matching suits cost more than Clarke’s monthly salary, and she does her best to avoid the younger man’s lecherous eyes. “Let me introduce Mr. and Mr. Wallace, the CEO and—”

Before Jaha can finish his sentence, another explosion occurs, and the entire tower shakes. People scream and fall from their chairs, and Clarke feels pain erupt in her leg when someone lands on her ankle. She tries to stand but lets out a cry of pain when the nerves flare up and the joint begins to swell.

Chaos erupts around them, and this time even Jaha rushes toward the stairs, not caring if any of his employees follow.

Clarke drags herself near a chair and hauls herself up until she can sit on it. Her ankle hurts like hell, and if it’s not broken, it’s at least severely sprained. Just her luck. How is she going to evacuate on a bum leg? Hop the 97th floors down?

“Can you help me?” she yells as a man walks past her, a slice of cheese on his head. Is everybody losing it, too, or did she inhale something she shouldn’t have?

“Clarke! Clarke, where are you?”

“Lexa?”

It’s her wife, radiant as always despite the anguish on her stunning face, and the blonde can’t begin to question why the lawyer is there, on a Tuesday morning, in her office. Instead, she hugs her, the smell of wood and rain she came to associate with the brunette comforting her in seconds.

“Clarke, we have to go. The tower is going to collapse. We can’t stay here.”

The artist wants to calm her wife down and tell her that everything will be okay, but words elude her. What is Lexa talking about? How can a building as modern as this one fall?

Before she can find her voice again, some of Clarke’s coworkers return, their faces half-burned and covered in soot. She recognizes some of them, although she didn’t remember them wearing formal, dark clothes during the meeting.

“We’re trapped. The staircases are burning and full of smoke. There’s no way out.” Wells Jaha, the CEO’s son, stares at her with a defeated look on his fair face. A piece of metal protrudes from his neck, and blood dribbles down to his chest, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

Long minutes pass in silence. Arkadia’s employees spread around, praying, hoping for a miracle, waiting for the firefighters to reach them before they suffocate. Clarke has no idea how long has passed since the second explosion. Her watch — a gift from her father for her 18th birthday — remains obstinately stuck on 9:03 A.M.

“Lex,” she whispers when the smoke finds its way on their floor and threatens to swallow them whole. “You have to go. You’re fit; you might make it out if you find stairs that aren’t condemned.”

The brunette stares back at her with a sad smile, one of her hands caressing Clarke’s leg. “And what about you? I don’t think I can carry you all the way down.”

“I know. It’s okay.” Clarke wraps her hand around her wife’s nape, pulling her closer into a devastating kiss that tastes like fire and smoke. She doesn’t care that some of her coworkers can see them. She can’t give a fuck about what Diana from HR might say about “inappropriate PDA in the office” and “her life choices.” She kisses Lexa like she needs her to breathe; like her life depends on it… Except it doesn’t, not anymore, and there’s nothing the other woman can do to save her now. “You have to go, Lex. I won’t make it, but alone, you have a chance. You need to live for the both of us.”

A tear rolls down Lexa’s cheek, following the cut of her jawline until it drops from her chin, but she makes no move to stop it. Oblivious to it, she takes Clarke’s hands into hers and presses their foreheads together. “Not without you.”

Clarke lets out a wet chuckle and shakes her head. There she is, her adorable, stubborn wife. Of all the times she could choose to appear, does it have to be now, at the world’s end? She opens her mouth to protest, but soft lips swallow her words, and she closes her eyes and surrenders to their silent declaration. Because Lexa loves her more than anything in the world, more than life itself. Just as much as Clarke loves this infuriating, wonderful specimen of a human being.

The smoke is hiding the ceiling now and getting thicker, leaving them with less and less oxygen to breathe. Some people are passed out on the chairs and the floor, mercifully unaware that they might be running out of time.

“Shit, my phone can’t get a signal,” Clarke groans, looking at the uncooperative icon showing no bars. 9:55 A.M. Soon, she thinks, no questioning how she knows.

“Here, try mine.”

After smiling at her wife in gratitude, Clarke dials her mother’s number and crosses her fingers. The line rings, and rings, and rings.

“Hello, you reached Dr. Abigail Griffin. Please leave a message, and I will call you back.”

“Mom? It’s me, Clarke. Please, Mom, pick up. Pick up. I… I’m at work. There’s been an accident. Or maybe an attack, I don’t know. People said it was a hijacked plane. Anyway, I’m trapped. I can’t go down. Mom, I—I don’t think I’ll make it. I’m so sorry. For everything. For all our fights, for not listening to you more, for putting you through this again. I love you, Mom. I love you so much.”

The line cuts off as she finishes her message, and she lets the phone fall on the floor. Lexa is there to catch her when she leans forward and buries herself in the brunette’s lean frame.

“Shh, I got you. I got you.”

“I don’t want to die. Oh, Lex. I don’t want to die. I don’t want you to die.” Clarke makes little sense, her body shaking under the strength of her sobs. The other woman holds her tight and rubs circles against her back, rocking her back and forth gently.

“I know. I’m here, love. You’re not alone. I’ll always be with you.”

The floor under them trembles as the fire finishes burning through the beams and compromising the entire structure. The building groans and gasps, fighting the last seconds of its lost battle. Blue eyes meet green ones, the panic and sadness overwhelming the two women plain in them.

“Oh, God. Lexa.”

“I love you, Clarke—”

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“Clarke. Clarke, wake up, love. Wake up.”

The blonde jerks and gasps, her eyes brimming with tears staring at the bedroom’s ceiling. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest and her wife’s hands pressed on her shoulders, shaking her gently.

“Lex?”

“You’re okay. You’re safe. It was just a bad dream.”

Strong arms surround her and pull her closer to the other woman’s chest. Her nose nuzzles the skin hidden under chestnut locks, the smell reminding her of home and calming her heartbeat.

It was more than that, and they both know it. Even though the nightmares are rare after ten years, they have experienced more than their fair share of them. For Clarke, it’s usually the guilt of sleeping through her alarm that fateful morning. The knowledge that all her coworkers died, trapped on the 97th floor, wishing they, too, hadn’t made it to the office that day. For Lexa, it’s Costia — her girlfriend who used to work two floors above Arkadia — dying on the phone with her when the building collapsed under her.

They have done the work, seen therapists, accepted that they can’t change the past. Still, every now and then, something triggers the nightmares, reminding them how their lives were turned upside down in an instant. With the tenth anniversary of the attack coming, they planned on booking an appointment with their former therapist to prepare for the potential onslaught of emotions. But Obama’s announcement the day before that bin Laden is finally dead took them by surprise and reopened old wounds.

“You were there, Lex. You were there, with me, in the tower. We were both trapped, I was injured, and you refused to leave. You can’t do that. You have to live; do you hear me? Promise me that you will save yourself.”

The brunette takes her hands into hers and presses them against her upper chest, the nightgown so thin Clarke can feel the warmth of the skin under her fingers.

“I’m alive, Clarke. We both are. I know it was scary, but we’re okay. It wasn’t real. Come on, say it.”

The blonde takes a few breaths and clears her throat, remembering the exercises the therapist prescribed to help with their panic attacks and nightmares. “It wasn’t real. We’re okay. We’re alive.” It helps a little, and she can feel the tension in her shoulders ease by a newton or two.

“Come on,” Lexa eventually says, pulling her out of the bed. “I know what will cheer you up.”

Clarke follows her in silence, too shaken to fight back. She knows where her wife is taking her anyway. It’s their little routine when one of them can’t fall back to sleep.

Tiptoeing down the dark corridor, they push a door open as quietly as they can and lean against the doorframe. Their son is lying in his bed, the glow stars on his ceiling offering just enough pale light that they can see his strawberry blond hair poking from under his blanket. The five-year-old dreams of rainbows and dragons, unaware of how his presence is enough to mend the cracks in his mothers’ hearts. How they would die for each other but choose every single day to live for him.

“We did this,” Clarke whispers, and she smiles when Lexa molds herself against her back and wraps her hands around her waist, chin pressed over her shoulder.

“Yes, we did this.”

It wasn’t always easy. The two young women who met during a grief counseling session shortly after the 9/11 attacks were in pieces. If their shared tragedy brought them together, their guilt and Costia’s ghost prevented them from admitting their feelings for a long time. Yet, time heals all wounds, even the ones on one’s soul. With gentle nudges and encouragement from their friends and families, the two women learned to be happy again. Accepted that they were allowed to.

A few years later, their family grew from two into three, bringing a new sense of purpose into their lives. They learned not to waste any opportunity or take things for granted and married as soon as the law let them. Some things are worth fighting for, after all.

“I want another baby,” Clarke admits suddenly. Lexa’s arms tense around her before relaxing, and the blonde turns around, her lip caught between her teeth. “I think I’d like to be the one to carry this time. Would that be okay with you?”

Lexa stares at her, her eyes shining despite the relative darkness of the room. The corners of her mouth twitch and meet her ears when she grins with all her teeth. “Okay.”

#clexaweek22 #clexaweek22 day 2 #day 2 trapped #trapped #clexa #fanfiction #what is wrong with me

[inmyownlaine]

Hi,love your writing and was wondering if I could request a John Murphy fluff/angst based on season 2or3 where the reader and him get in an argument about him ‘being with Emori’ but he likes the reader?

John Murphy x Reader: Promises

*Absolutely! Thank you for the suggestion. Also, let's just act like I haven't been MIA for literal months :)

GIF//

Warnings: None to my knowledge!

Word Count: 2078

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“Don’t go,” you begged, grabbing Murphy’s hand as it swung carelessly behind him. When your fingers touched his skin, Murphy stopped immediately. He inhaled heavily through his nose, trying to control the sadness and desire that you sent rippling through his body.

“Murphy, please,” you whimpered.

Murphy’s shoulder dropped as he let the single strap of his backpack slide down his arm. Your eyes lit up, hoping that was a positive sign. Hoping that you were enough to make him stay.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” you said assertively. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he replied, apologetic eyes looking at you between half-closed eyelids. He was right. You didn’t understand. He had nothing to apologize for. He didn’t have to prove himself to you. Or ask for your forgiveness. None of the things that his blue eyes seemed to convey.

“You don��t need redemption.”

“But if I go now, maybe when I come back-”

“What?” you interrupted. “Everything will suddenly be different?”

“Is it so wrong to want that?” he questioned softly, a shaky sigh leaving his body. You tightened your grip, white knuckles against red calloused ones. Just another casualty of his bad temper.

“Of course not. But you’re not going to fix anything by leaving. You need to stay. Stay and show them who you can be. Don’t leave and prove them right.”

Murphy dropped his head, fixated on your two hands intertwined. There was a lot more going on than the surface discussion. You danced around being in love by using double meanings and knowing glances. This wasn’t about him leaving to find himself. It was about him leaving you.

Glassy eyes meet together in a flurry of uncertainty and passion. The pit of your stomach churned as Murphy leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. They barely touched before he pulled away, eyes closed. It was a kiss that you never wanted to experience, especially being your first.

You knew he was leaving.

“Don’t cry,” he told you, hearing a sniffle escape. His eyes still rested, he quietly spoke, “I will be back. I promise. I have something to come back to.”

“Murphy, I-”

“I promise.” He now faced the reality of the situation, confronting his fears head on as he stared into your bloodshot eyes. There was no way he would ever be the cause of this again. He just needed one chance to make you proud. To clear his name.

“I promise.”

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The taste of dirt and sweat caused you to gag as you were manhandled into the unknown. You had no idea why you were the target of a kidnapping. If anything, you laid low and kept to yourself. Regardless, you followed the directions given to you, fearing what would become of your life if you didn’t.

“I’ve brought you some company!” the voice behind you bellowed. You jumped at the sudden noise, interested in the way he practically sang the announcement.

“Who?” another voice asked, seeming alert and slightly panicked. You knew this voice anywhere and it quickly became clear why you were here. Even still, you obeyed the commands given. If you spoke a word, made any noise, it would be the end of your life.

“Worried, are we?” The man started to laugh heartily as you continued to walk. Every thundering step matched the beating of your heart. What would happen when you finally stopped?

There was no response, so the man began to speak. “Someone who wouldn’t shut up about you. Scared for you. Desperate to see you.”

As if being captured weren’t enough, this was just plain humiliating. He didn’t have to recount all the times you pined after Murphy while he was gone. You lost track of the months it had been since you last saw him. This was not how you wanted to reunite.

“Who. Is. It?” Murphy asked yet again. It was dark and menacing. A resemblance of a person that he used to be. You knew that would always be a part of him. Especially when it involved people that he cared about.

“A girlfriend?” the man guessed. You cringed hearing that word, tormenting and taunting you of what never was. But how Murphy replied was even more heartbreaking.

“Emori?” The man began to cackle once more as Murphy cursed and threatened his life. It was terrible to hear the intensity of his love. How much he cared for someone else while you turned others down, waiting for him.

The man gave you one last shove, causing you to fall to your knees. Through minute gaps in the woven sack over your head, you finally caught an amber hue of light. You groaned in pain, trying your best to stay upright with your hands tied behind your back.

There was a brief moment of silence before another outburst broke out. This time, you heard the scuffling of feet against the floor. Fabric harshly rubbed against a scratchy surface. It sounded like an attempt to escape.

“Let her go!” Murphy yelled.

“Why would I do that? I have everything I need, now. Except for the information.”

“Just let her go and I’ll tell you, okay? I’ll tell you everything,” Murphy frantically said.

“But I’m having so much fun. Maybe just one...little…” A cold blade touched your neck, causing a shriek to escape your throat. He put an ounce of pressure against your rapidly thumping artery.

“I swear to God if you hurt her I will kill you!” Murphy’s voice was full of anguish as it broke here and there. It was a frequency in which you had never heard from him. It was harrowing to witness.

The knife was removed from your neck. In a series of exchanges, Murphy gave him the answer to every single question he asked. When the interrogation was over, you were picked up and moved to a new area. Here, you were tied once more around my stomach.

Then, without warning, the bag was removed from your head. You could barely take in my surroundings before Murphy called your name. Tears fell from your eyes as you saw, for the first time in months, John Murphy. Though you had to admit, he looked worse for wear.

“Murphy,” you cried back, wanting more than anything to be able to touch him. To hug him. To take in his scent. You had been without this man for way too long.

“That’s sweet,” the man, who you could now identify as Titus, interrupted. “But I’ve got what I wanted. For now.” And with that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving you and Murphy alone.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Murphy asked immediately.

“I’m fine,” you replied. “But you don’t look good at all.”

“Yeah, well, being tortured does that to a person.”

“He tortured you?” you questioned, breath leaving your body. Picturing someone hurting Murphy made you sick.

“A few times,” he shrugged.

You wanted to be happy. You wanted to ask him about his trip. You wanted to know if he discovered himself. If he found who he truly was. But you couldn’t get past the fact that he said another girl’s name.

You never claimed to be anything more than friends, but you thought it went without saying. A person doesn’t just kiss someone before they leave. Or promise that they would come back to you.

“I hate that I have to see you like this,” Murphy finally said, breaking the silence. “I always imagined coming back to camp with Jaha’s group. We just saved the human race, or something like that. But it didn’t matter, because I was looking for you.”

“Not Emori?” you mumbled, mustering up the courage to be so bold. Murphy’s eyes grew wide as he avoided your haunting gaze.

“Look, it wasn’t supposed to- she just- we were,” he tried to explain, slumping over in the process.

“I waited for you. Every day,” you admitted. “The last thing I did before I went to bed was look out the gate for you. Every morning I woke up with the hope that it would be the day you came back to me.”

You started to sob, recounting the loneliness that you felt. And the fear of not knowing Murphy’s fate. Were you holding out for someone who was dead? Was it hopeless to wish that he would keep his promise?

“I turned people down. I kept faith in you. I told everyone how proud I was. And then to know that you weren’t keeping me with you at all. I wasn’t even a passing thought.”

“It’s not like that,” Murphy said.

“But it is. She’s your girlfriend.”

“I don’t- love her,” he said softly, swallowing hard enough to make his entire throat bob up and down.

“Then what?” You were at the tipping point with Murphy. Exasperated with his short answers and frustrated with the secrets he was holding. If he wouldn’t be honest with you now, there was no way you would ever be with him in the future.

“I’ve been through a lot. More than I expected.” He stared into the distance, seemingly void of emotion. It was like he was lost, trying hard to remember something that he pushed away. “I was trapped. By myself. 86 days. You know how I spent that time?”

You shook your head in response. He was still burning holes in the wall, but somehow knew that you replied. He smirked slightly before saying, “I thought about you. And how good it would feel to see you once I was out. Granted, I went absolutely crazy in there, but you kept me as sane as I could be.”

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at this. “I can’t imagine you any more psychotic than you are now.”

“Is that so?” he bantered, catching you out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re a freak,” you teased.

“Why? Because I’ve killed a few people?”

“Yeah, that probably contributes.” The two of you shared a smile, falling back into old patterns. You missed having a person that you could shamelessly be yourself around. The quick wit and sly comments were always absorbed and thrown back by Murphy. No one else stood a chance against you.

“When he said he had someone,” Murphy carried on, “you’re the first person I thought of. But it seemed impossible until I saw you. I don’t know what came over me. I- I was blind with rage. I tried to fight my way out. Because if he hurt you-”

Murphy couldn’t bear to finish the sentence. You didn’t need him to. You knew what was left to say. You heard the distinct difference, the silence that fell, when he realized you were the captured person and not Emori.

“I know that doesn’t make any of this right, but I just wanted that feeling of safety that you gave me. And Emori was there. I misplaced it. And I’m sorry,” Murphy apologized.

“What about Emori, then?” you pressed.

“She’s a good person, and she will understand. I just couldn’t live with myself if I left you again.”

“You mean that?” Murphy simply nodded, outstretching his fingers in your direction. Even though you couldn’t hold hands, the sentiment remained as you reflected his actions. You were two people trying to make your own light in the darkest of situations.

“I love you,” you managed to choke out, taking in the dried blood on his hairline and the bruises on his skin. His pant leg was ripped at the cuff and his hands were caked in dirt. You needed him to know that no matter what happened, now and forever, that he could carry this with him. Even after death, if fate so decided.

“I love you, too,” he said, without hesitation or a second thought. It was something he wished he had told you the night he decided to leave. The only thing he regretted once he left the compound.

But he had the chance to fix all of that. And in that moment, he swore that once you escaped, he would always be there to protect you. He would always console you and your wondering thoughts. He would love you the way that he should have a long time ago.

He promised he would always find a way to come back to you.

He promised he would never leave.

He promised.

**Hey, it's Lainey. Slightly embarrassing but I am back from the grave! I hope you all enjoy this and still love Murphy as much as I do <3

#john murphy #john murphy fanfic #john murphy imagine #john murphy x reader #the100 #The 100 #the100fanfic #the100fanfiction #the100fic #johnmurphyfic #love #writing #john murphy fanfiction #johnmurphyimagine

[inactive17645]

Safe & Sound [1]

Chapter One: Pilot

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader & Wells Jaha x Reader

Warnings: Swearing & Mild Violence

Word Count: 3637

Author’s Note: Welcome to the first chapter of my very first series here on tumblr! I hope you guys come enjoy the ride and stay until the end. I know there are a few Bellamy x Reader fanfic series on here now, but I really wanted to put my own spin on a The 100 rewrite. Also, please let me know if you want to be tagged in any future parts by either PMing me or through my ‘Ask Me Anything’ tab on my profile!

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      It was supposed to be like any other day. I’d wake up, the guard would give me three small portions of food throughout the day, whilst rereading the various classics and Greek mythology books my father sent. Eventually, I’d fall back asleep with my mother’s dove pendant clutched in my hand as I gazed out the window, into the dark abyss scattered with diamonds. On every other day, you’d make sure to aside time to practice self-defence. Something that my father had guards teach me before I was locked up.

    Today was not one of those days. The chaos of yelling, screaming and grumbling outside the door ripped me from my trance. I shook my head and tried to engross myself again in the book I clutched, but the sound of the door flinging open broke it.

     It also didn’t help that this was the last day before I’d be eighteen. Before I’d be floated.

     “Prisoner 301, face the wall.” My breath hitched in my throat. No! I still had one more day! 

When you didn’t even move an inch towards a wall the guard stalked his way towards you, his presence towering over your sitting form. “Get up on your feet!”

     “No! I still have a day left you cunt!” You screeched.

     With a punch to the man’s groin, he collapsed to the ground and you scampered out to escape. Unfortunately, I’ve tried to escape my cell multiple times so it was no surprise when someone tackled me as soon as I left the room.

      “Get. Me. The. Fuck Off!” I yelled as punch after punch landed on the man’s back. The man grunted after each punch, but he never let me go until I was stood in front of the one man who turned me in a year ago. My own father; Marcus Kane.

     Although it was a relief to see him after so long, I couldn’t help but glare at the man. He was supposed to be there for you no matter what, yet he never visited. Too much of a coward to face you and sent books in his place. The kind of books you and your mom used to read together.

     “Dad?!” I hated him, but I still hugged him. I hated him, but I still loved my father.

     Your eyes glossed with tears that had every intention to escape.

 “I don’t want to die, not today!” I pleaded, refusing the tears to shower my cheeks. “I don’t want to be floated!”

     “You’re not being floated (y/n),” He told you. “You’re being sent down to earth.” A chill ran down my spine.

     “But I thought the earth was still uninhabitable?” Dad just shook his head as another guard hooked me over their shoulder and stalked away from my father’s now retreating figure.

     Typical. Just like when I was first chucked in the skybox. He couldn’t even muster a single goodbye. The punching of another guard ensued as he hauled me over to the dropship entrance.

     Suddenly, there was a prick in my arm and gradually I drew drowsier, and drowsier. My punches slowly weakened after each hit. The last thing I saw before I succumbed to darkness was the menacing smirk of one Commander Shumway, my eyes darkening in both anger and fear.

     In what felt like seconds, my eyes squinted open while adjusting to the poor lighting of the dropship. Screams and yells from others around me filled my ears. As my vision came into focus, I looked around to see the horror morphed on many of the teens’ faces. In the seat five seats down from me, I recognised a familiar head of blonde that I knew oh so well.

     “Clarke!” I called. The blonde whipped her head my way and relief settled on both our faces. “Thank the gods you’re here! If I could I’d smother you in a hug right now I would!”

     The two of us bursted out laughing knowing I’d actually smother her. Before I had the chance to ask her something else, Chancellor Jaha’s voice filled the room.

     “Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You’ve been given a second chance. And as your chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us. Indeed, for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would’ve sent others. Frankly, we’re sending you because your crimes have made you expendable.”

     Expendable? What the hell?! All I did was try to spread the word that the life-support system for the Ark was failing, after overhearing a heated discussion between Jaha, my father and others in the Council.

     “Everyone here being expendable is bullshit and you know it!” My voice echoed throughout the dropship, catching the attention of everyone in the room. I gulped at the stares thrown my way, but it was the stare of the single guard in the room that caught my eye.

     No guards were supposed to be inside. So the only reason why he’d be here would be because he was escaping something… or to protect someone. Perhaps a certain younger sister that wasn’t supposed to be born?

     It had to be Bellamy Blake, the older brother of floor girl, Octavia Blake. His gaze seemed to linger on me slightly longer than the other delinquents around. I wasn’t sure if it was due to pure curiosity or how everyone knew I was Marcus Kane’s daughter. I tore my gaze away from his blank stare and stared down at the metal ground.

     As Jaha’s speech became muffled, I gaped at the floor and the room began to groan and shake. A familiar dark-skinned young man was suddenly talking to Clarke.

     “Wells?” I questioned. His brown orbs tore away from Clarke, his gaze landing on me.

     “(Y/N)! Thank god!” He floated over to me, pulled me up to my feet and smothered me in a hug. A giggle vibrated through my chest. “What’s so funny?”

     “I told Clarke I’d smother her in a hug, yet you’ve gone and did just that to me,” I chuckled. Wells only chuckled as I hugged him back.

     “This is nice —” We both started but ended in a fit of giggles. Two other delinquents then join Wells and I in standing up. I could hear Clarke softly calling my name to sit back down along with the others standing, but I just ignored it. 

     Strangely, Wells still held on to me and sat in the seat I was in just before, plopping me onto his lap and snuggling into me more. He and I did have a weirdly affectionate friendship before both our arrests, but even this was pushing the line between friendship and a romantic relationship. 

     The dropship lurched, sending three delinquents flying who had left their seats despite Clarke’s protests. I clunged to Wells’ neck as his grip on my waist tightened, closing my eyes tight. Something sickening yet sweet filled my nose. Smoke. Sparks went off right and left and with one final violent jolt, the dropship came to a stop.

     We were on the ground!

     The dropship powers down almost instantaneously and echoes of seatbelts unbuckling filled the room. Heat rose to my cheeks as I slowly clambered off Wells’ lap. His cheeks were crimson red as were probably my own. I helped him to his feet and took one of my hands in his, leading him down to the doors, waiting for them to be to opened as a crowd formed in front.

     A dark-haired girl stormed through yelling, “Bellamy!” The guy in the uniform I saw before spun around and stared at the girl in shock. So I was right! He was Bellamy Blake and that girl was definitely Octavia, his sister.

     “My God, look how big you are!” The two smiled at each other before the girl - Octavia - jumped forward and pulled Bellamy into a tight hug.

     “Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked Bellamy as she sided next to Wells and I.

     “Do you mind?” Octavia cut Clarke off with an annoyed look. “I haven’t seen my brother in a year.”

     “Seriously Clarke?” I jumped in, everyone’s eyes turning to me as I let go of Wells’ hand. “We’ve reached the ground and the first thing you do is ask where the guy’s wristband is?” Clarke was surprised by my outburst, but Octavia and Bellamy looked at me thankful that I stood up for them.

     “Surely you’d like to be known as someone else. Perhaps the first person on the ground in a hundred years?” Octavia grinned in appreciation whilst Bellamy nodded my way.

     I returned the smile as Bellamy pulled on a nearby lever, opening the door to the outside. As a haze of smoke breaks, a bright light shone into the ship, momentarily blinding me but the lush colours of green, blue and brown eventually took its place.

     Finally, I’d be able to put my Earth Skills to use!

     Octavia slowly made her way down the ramp before she stepped onto the ground. She turned back towards the ship, a massive grin etched on her olive face.

     “We’re back bitches!” She threw her arms up as she yelled.

     A parade of teens stormed off the ship in a hurry, yelling and screaming that we’re back. A laugh resonated in my chest as a familiar presence took my hand in theirs.

     “Together?” Wells asked. With a soft sigh, I nodded, but not before I leapt onto his back. He shook his head as he wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

     “Ride on my noble steed!”

     A gush of air swept through my (Y/H/C) locks as Wells sprinted out the door, but within seconds of Wells being on the ground, we both tumbled onto the grass. One glance at each other was enough to send us into a fit of laughter.

     “I missed you, Wells —”

     “I missed you, (Y/N) —” A chuckle from above broke two of us from our trance.

     “It hasn’t even been a day and you two are back to finishing each other’s sentences.” Clarke towered over Wells and I, teasingly shaking her head at us.

     “Are you really surprised at this point, Clarke?” I retorted as I jumped to my feet, smothering the blonde in a tight hug.

     “Nope!” With a quick kiss to Wells’ cheek, I sauntered off in hopes of recognising someone else. Within two minutes I had lost the motivation so I found myself a sturdy and long enough stick I could use to fashion a bow with. Someone’s shoelace would probably work for the string.

     I sat close to the dropship, carving my initials into one end of the stick with a shard of metal that had broken off the ship, when someone sat next to me.

     “Hey, you’re Marcus Kane’s daughter right?” I turned to see Octavia and nodded expectantly.

      “That I am..” I replied slightly bitter. “But you can call me (Y/N).” I held my hand out for her to shake, but she hugged me instead. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

     “Why aren’t you angry with me? My father was one of the people that got you put in the skybox in the first place.” I asked as she pulled away.

      “Because it wasn’t you who did it. It was your dad.” Well, she wasn’t wrong about that. A mischievous look appeared on her face. “Want to get into some trouble?”

      I mirrored her expression. “Oh hell yes!” We both giggled before I grabbed her hand and lead her to the dropship. We pulled up behind Clarke and Finn, who were recruiting two other guys to head over to Mount Weather. “Can we go now?”

     “Sounds like a party, make it six,” Octavia said as she gestured between the two of us. Clarke doesn’t protest, but a certain oldest Blake does. He grabbed Octavia’s shoulder causing her to let go of my hand.

     “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Bellamy scolded Octavia.

     “Going for a walk,” she retorted as she pulled out of his grip. “Are you coming (Y/N)?”

     I glanced from the group to Bellamy a few times, debating whether to follow along to Mount Weather or to help Bellamy around the dropship. Although I’d probably be more help with the group of five, something in my gut told me I’d be just as helpful here.

     “I’ll stay here and help Wells and Bellamy with keeping order. As I’m sure they’ll need my help” I sauntered back over to the ship, ignoring Clarke and Octavia calling my name and a gaping Bellamy.

     Throughout the day I helped Wells with pretty much everything, but as soon as the sun was near the horizon I decided to stop for the day. I wasn’t blind to Murphy trying to get people to take off their wristbands. Such an action was most likely something Bellamy put him up to as he was the only one that could benefit from it. The only question was why.

     A shadow casted to the ground by the fire told me there was someone behind me.

     “If you even think you can get the upper hand on me to get off my wristband, think again Blake.” It wasn’t a long shot if it was him, and my suspicions were proven right when the man himself sat down next to me.

     “How did you —”

     “Your shadow gave it away you idiot and only you or Murphy would dare approach me from behind. Not that Murphy has though.” He just nodded as I finally turned to him.

     Although I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, Bellamy was handsome. His slightly tousled black hair, brown eyes and olive skin put him under the tall, dark and mysterious category. I tore my gaze away before it became borderline staring.

     “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about, Blake?” I questioned. He shifted in his spot slightly.

     “Thank you for earlier, with Octavia,” He admitted. “Although I’m certainly not a fan of your father, thank you.” Something in my gut told me he really did mean what he said.

     “I’m not heartless, Blake” I retorted. “Compared to Chancellor Jaha and everyone else on the council, I’m a puppy.” We shared a look and snorted, trying to stifle our own laughs.

     “Why a puppy?” He asked.

     “Because although I look innocent, anything can still set me off and my bite is much worse than my bark.” I stood to my feet, dusting off any dirt and sauntered back over to the dropship. 

     A couple of hours later the world was enveloped in darkness, our only source of light being from the fire. Everything in me wanted to ignore the world around me. However, the muffled sound of arguing grew louder and louder as I left my daze.

     “My father didn’t write the laws,” Wells’ voice admitted. My gaze looked up and landed on the arguing figures of Wells and Bellamy.

     “No. He enforced him, but not any more, not here,” Blake shrugged. “Here there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. Now, you don’t have to like it Wells. You can even try to stop it, change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.”

     I stood up, opening my mouth with every intention to object — at least get Wells and Bellamy to compromise on the situation — but Bellamy seemed to notice this and sharply shook his head. My eyes narrowed at him and scowled. He was taken aback by my scowl and I had no idea why.

     “Whatever the hell we want!” Murphy yelled out to the crowd. The crowd of teenager, minus Wells and I, followed in suit and started chanting the only rule established. A rule that would do more harm than good. 

     “Am I the only one who thinks this is gonna result in chaos?” I asked Wells.

     “You’re not the only one.”

     He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me close and I rested my head on his shoulder. Something that didn’t go amiss by the eldest Blake. Bellamy’s face was unreadable and I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

     A low rumble echoed from above before a downpour of rain decided to settle. Our first thunderstorm. A soft sigh left my chest as a smile formed on my face. The rain felt so good and I just didn’t care about getting soaked.

     I allowed myself to enjoy the rain a little while longer, looking around at the other delinquents with a smile. My smile fades almost instantly when my eyes meet Bellamy’s dark chocolate orbs. I scowled once more at him before scavenging around for something to collect water in. He needed to know I wasn’t onboard with his so called plan.

     The handrests of the seats inside the dropship ended up being perfect. I struggled a little getting some off, but I managed. With my small collection of water troughs, I sat them outside sitting in front of me as they collected the rain water. 

     The thunderstorm didn’t last for very long, but I’m left with a few troughs filled with fresh water. I drunk some water until my thrist was satisfied and I made sure Wells got some as well. Any water-filled troughs still completely full I snuck into the dropship to hide. 

     Wells then took my hand and lead me to a tree across the clearing and we helped each other up. We sat on a thick enough branch that could hold both our weights, sitting there in silence comfortably for a couple minutes, my head resting on his shoulder. Wells was the one to break the underlying tension in the air.

     “I think we need to address the elephant in the room…” Wells trailed off. He took my hands in his and turned the both of us around, our legs dangling on either side of the branch. I could only sigh and nod.

     “I know we’ve been best friends since we were toddlers and have always been affectionate with each other, but the cuddle in the dropship got me thinking.” Our fingers threaded through each other as he spoke. “I… I want us to be be more friends.”

     My head perked up at his words. Not going to lie, I did develop a crush on Wells two years before I was chucked in the skybox. However, I never acted on it as we had been best friends for years. We grew up together and at one point I thought he had a crush on Clarke.

     “But what about Clarke?” I mumbled as he took my cheeks in his hands.

     “It’s always been you.”

     His lips melted onto my own. Although his lips were slightly chapped from dehydration they were still incredibly soft. It felt as if a fire had started in my heart and I didn’t want it to stop. We eventually had to part for air, but he quickly slammed his lips back on mine, this time his tongue slipping into my mouth. We fought for dominance over each other, but Wells ultimately won. Our lips parted once more and we panted as we caught our breath.

     Wells rested his head on my own and we both sighed.

     “I’d hug you, but I’m worried we’d fall out of the tree.” Wells chuckled and pecked my lips. “I’ll find another tree nearby to sleep, we wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea.”

     I pecked his lips before jumping down from the tree. Almost everyone was asleep, so I walked quietly as possible to the closest tree nearby. I laid down, resting my head and back against the tree. Just as I was about to succumb to sleep a familiar presence sat down next to me.

     “To what do I owe the displeasure of having your presence, Blake.” Bellamy snorted at what I said.

     “I’m flattered you knew it was me,” he smirked.

     “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” I clapped back. I finally turned to his annoyingly handsome face. Gods I wanted to kiss that smirk off his face — wait what?! I kissed Wells only minutes ago and I was already thinking about kissing someone else?

     “So…” he trailed off. “You and Jaha. When did that happen?” I gaped at the thought of how to respond. 

     “We both had crushes on each other, prior to us both being thrown in the skybox,” I admitted. “Neither of us acted on it before the Ground.” He nodded, but something in his eyes told me he was disappointed about something.

     Mentioning being thrown into the skybox reminded me why I was put in there in the first place. Me trying to expose to the rest of the Ark that life-support was failing, my father being the one to chuck me inside and throw away the key. It was a cowardly move and my father knew it. He never even came to see me the utter bastard.

     “I need help taking off my wristband.” Bellamy looked at me with disbelief. “I want to take it off, but I don’t want to hurt myself.”

     He stared at me right in my eyes, probably to see with there was any hesitation in them. However, when he saw none he helped with the wristband, slipping it off with ease.

     “Thank you.” He wasn’t really supposed to hear my thanks, but he did, just giving me a small smile before he walked off in the other direction.

     My eyes glossed with water, the teardrops threatening to escape but only a single tear rolled down my cheek.

     I’m sorry, Dad.

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 28

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John Murphy x Fem! Griffin!Reader 

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Getting robbed I suppose? 

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary:  You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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John and I packed some things and left to meet Jaha at the Dropship. John was determined to get us to the city of light. He wanted us to have a life without judgement. I was mostly curious to see if it’s real or just a rumor like everyone says it is. I thought about Lexa a lot during our trek. I understood why she left me in the mountain, but if she found out that I was weak and fell in love she would kill me. 

“Sir, do you recognize anything?” One of the guys asked. 

“The tent was near here. I’m sure of it.” Jaha answered and I rolled my eyes. 

“Yeah right, it’s all just sand.” I mumbled and John sighed. 

“What’s the matter? You guys got some place better to be?” John asked as he pulled me along. 

“You have a point.” I sighed and he smirked. He stopped by Jaha and looked around. 

“You see anyone?” He asked. Jaha walked towards the wagon. 

“Bak op o ai na frag yu!” (Stay back or I’ll kill you!) A woman said and jumped up with a knife. 

“We mean you no harm.” Jaha said and John held me behind him. 

“Do you speak English?” Jaha asked. 

“What do you want?” The girl asked. 

“Nothing. It looks like you could use a hand. What are you doing out here along?” He asked and I looked around, something didn’t seem right. 

“My brother and I were on our way to the City of Light… when Wastelanders attacked.” She said, removing her face mask. 

“They took our horse. All our water, everything. They killed him. This cart is all I have left.” She answered. 

“Give her some water.” Jaha said and John started taking his bag off. 

“No, no, no. We barely have enough for ourselves here.” One of the men said. 

“Touch me again and I’ll end you.” John threatened, but I held him back. 

“I don’t trust her.” I whispered. 

“You don’t trust anyone babe.” He said and pulled me along. John pulled his water bottle out and handed it to her. 

“It’s okay.” He said and I kept my eyes narrowed at her. She took it and desperately drank it. 

“We’re on our way to the City of Light as well. What’s your name?” Jaha asked and I looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Emori.” She answered and I looked back at her. 

“Everyone in the Dead Zone is looking for the City of Light. Almost no one finds it. I can get you there.” She said and that’s when I noticed her covered hand. She’s one of the freaks… 

“If you pull my cart.” She added. 

“Done.” Jaha said and I gripped John’s arm. 

“We can’t trust her.” I whispered. 

“Caspian, you’re on the first shift!” Jaha shouted. 

“Then just trust me.” He whispered. 

“Thanks for the water.” She said, handing the water back to him. 

“It’s uh- It was no problem.” John said and I narrowed my eyes at her. All of us were walking through the Dead Zone, pulling Emori’s cart. 

“So I gotta ask, what made you ditch your home and risk your life to cross the beach from hell?” John asked her. I was walking ahead of them because I didn’t want to be near her. 

“It doesn’t matter.” She answered. 

“Come on, take my mind off all the fun we’re having.” John said in his usual sarcastic tone, making me smirk slightly. 

“It wasn’t my decision to leave.” She answered and I perked up slightly. 

“Kicked out? Okay, now I’m interested. What did you do?” He asked. 

“If I told you, you would not look at me the same.” She said. 

“Maybe. Then again, I might surprise you.” He said and I glared slightly. 

“What about you? How did you end up in the Dead Zone?” She asked him. 

“I could tell you the gory details, but since you’re one of the few people on this planet who doesn’t hate me at the moment, I don’t think I wanna blow it.” He answered and I felt my heart break slightly. 

“Now I’m interested.” She said with an obvious flirty tone. 

“Okay, you really wanna know? I killed two people. Tried to kill two more. I had my reasons, but nobody cared. I’m the bad guy.” He said and I frowned. 

“Told you I’d blow it.” He said after a moment. I looked back and saw she was showing him her hand. It was mutated. 

“My people saw me as a stain in the bloodline, something to erase. 

“Then screw them.” John said and I looked at him with a furrowed brow. 

“I wouldn’t cover it up. I think it’s pretty badass.” He said and my eyes widened slightly. 

“Ai don get in yu were won kom emo.” (I knew you were one of them.) I growled, walking up to them. Emori took out her knife and I took out one of my swords. 

“Y/N! Stop!” John said and Emori’s eyes widened. 

“Yu laik Heda’s ait meika?” (You’re the commander’s right hand?) she asked, still holding her knife to protect herself. 

“Yu beda na stedaunon!” (You should be dead!) I growled and went to go attack her, but John stopped me. 

“Calm down Y/N!” He said holding me close to him. 

“Let me go John!” I growled. 

“No, not until you tell me why the hell you’re attacking her.” He said. 

“She’s one of those freaks! Heda said they die.” I said. 

“You’re not with Lexa anymore. She left you to die, remember? She left you with Cage.” He said and I shuddered. 

“Don’t you dare mention that name!” I said and shoved him away from me. I could feel tears well in my eyes as the memories that didn’t happen that long again resurfaced. 

“Come here.” He said and pulled me to him, taking my sword from my hand and put it in its sheath. 

“For Heda’s right hand, you’re weak.” Emori said and I glared at her. 

“I’ll show you weak!” I shouted, just John pulled me back. 

“She’s been through a lot recently.” He said and pulled me away. 

“Don’t kill her, for me.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Why? So you can flirt with her more?” I spat. 

“What? I wasn’t-” 

“Save it.” I cut him off and walked off. 

Now it was Jaha, John, Emori, and I pulling her damn cart. It was hot, and hard to pull the cart through the sand. I was still annoyed at John for flirting with her and then lying about it, so we weren’t speaking right now. 

“Dei de’s far pleni!” (That’s far enough!) A man on a horse said, holding a large gun. 

“Chancellor, look out!” The guards shouted and held their guns at the ready. 

“Non gon mov!” (Nobody move!) He shouted. 

“Hold your fire!” Jaha said and Emori grabbed John and held a knife to his throat. 

“Wait!” John said as she pulled him along. I pulled my sword out and was ready to kill her and the asshole on the horse. 

“Everybody, put your weapons and supplies in the cart and nobody gets hurt.” She said. 

“Natrona! Heda was ait hashta bilaik kind!” (Traitor! The Commander was right about your kind!) I growled.

“En em looks like Heda was wrong hashta yu.” (And it looks like The Commander was wrong about you) She said with a smirk. 

“If we give you our supplies, we’ll all die out here.” Jaha said. 

“If you don’t you’ll die right here.” She said. 

“Say the word and I’ll kill her before he could even think about pulling the trigger.” I growled. 

“No, do as she says, now.” Jaha said. Everyone put their stuff in the cart but me. 

“Dula op em don eni techin?” (Do they have any technology?) The man on the horse asked. 

“Oso’ll dig au.” (We’ll find out.) She called back. 

“How’s your faith holding up, Chancellor?” John asked. 

“Shut up.” She said. 

“Unwavering.” He answered. 

“You don’t want to do this.” He said walking towards her and I rolled my eyes. 

“Stop walking.” She said. 

“We all came out here searching for a better life, same as you. Maybe we can find it, if we work together.” He said. 

“She’s not to be trusted.” I growled. 

“Shut up Y/N.” John said and I narrowed my eyes more. 

“Thanks. But no.” She said. 

“Emori, hos op!” (Emori, hurry up!) The man shouted. 

“Now, Y/N put your stuff in the cart and everyone back away and get on your knees!” She shouted. 

“Do as she says Y/N.” John said. 

“Fine.” I growled and put my things in the cart and backed away with everyone else, also getting on my knees. She turned and put John on his knees as well. 

“What a surprise, you’re just like everyone else.” He said. She whispered something in his ear and I glared at her. 

“Good luck, John.” She said then knocked him out. 

As soon as they left I rushed to John’s side. It was getting dark and we decided not to move until he woke up. 

“John.” I whispered, trying to wake him once again. 

“Come on John, we need to get going.” I whispered. John coughed and reached for his head. 

“There, he’s up. It’s about time.” Caspian said. 

“Quiet, Caspian.” Jaha said. 

“Are you alright?” Jaha asked and I helped him stand up. 

“If he’s not, we’re leaving him here. His little girlfriend too.” Caspian said and I glared at him. 

“Say another word and I’ll kill you.” I growled. 

“Easy Y/N, I’m okay.” He said. 

“It’s time to go home.” Caspian said and Jaha looked at him. 

“And where exactly is that?” He asked. 

“Sir, I know you’re trying to take us to a better place, but look around. We’ve got no food, we’ve got no water, and no idea how to find it.” Caspian said. 

“Due North.” John said and we looked at him confused. 

“She said due North.” He added and I rolled my eyes. 

“What is due North, John?” Jaha asked. 

“She was talking about the City of Light.” He answered and I scoffed. 

“Did she say that?” Caspian asked. 

“No.” He answered. 

“Doesn’t matter what she said, we can’t trust her!” I said. 

“Did she say how far due North?” Jaha asked. 

“No, she didn’t, but she wouldn’t be sending us there if we couldn’t make it.” He said. 

“You honestly want to trust the bitch that just stole all our stuff?” I asked. 

“Sir, I really hope you are not considering this.” Caspian said. 

“John, we have no weapons and no rations. If we go North and you’re wrong, then all of us will die. If we turn back now, we live.” Jaha said. 

“So that’s it? We’ve reached the point of no return? You wanna give up?” John asked. 

“I didn’t say that.” Jaha said. 

“You didn’t not say it either.” He said. 

“That is the North Star.” Jaha said pointing up at the sky. 

“After you.” He said and motioned for John to go first. John looked at me. 

“You coming?” He asked and I sighed. 

“You’re lucky I lo- I mean yeah.” I said and grabbed his arm, heading North. My cheeks were heating up as we walked away from the group. 

“The rest of you need to decide for yourselves, but either way, we’ll come back for you when we find it.” Jaha said. 

“Sir? This is a mistake! You’re not gonna find it! You’re not gonna make it!” Caspian shouted. 

“So… What was that you were about to say?” John asked walking backwards in front of me with a smirk. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, obviously playing dumb. 

“Really? Because I think you were about to say the L word.” He said, his smirk growing. 

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” I said and he furrowed his brows. 

“I believe this is what they call having faith, John.” Jaha said, catching up to us as we climbed the hill. 

“Faith? Nah, we just have nothing better to do, right Y/N?” He asked me and I bit my lip. 

“I suppose so.” I said and walked ahead of them. I can’t believe I almost  told John I loved him! I could never say that to him, otherwise I would be weak and I will not be weak again. 

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Meeting the Parents ~ Bellamy Blake

This is not exactly showcase worthy but it's not a pile of complete crap so here you go. Also there's like no editing here, we don't know her.

Warnings: Brief mentions of possible death and violence, a bit of injury

Summary: Before you and Bellamy leave for Mount Weather, you want him to meet your parents.

Word Count: 1294 (went a little overboard)

“I promise you, it’ll be okay,” you reassure him.

Bellamy was having a slight freakout over the idea of meeting your parents not to mention the fact that he thought it was a bad time for such an event. Your friends were still trapped in Mount Weather but you had insisted he meet the people who raised you before the two of you left with Lincoln to head to the mountain.

“I think this can wait,” Bellamy said, his feet planted firmly on the ground. You grabbed his arm to try to pull him with you but unfortunately, he’s a lot stronger than you.

“Bellamy,” you sigh out. “I love you, okay? My parents just want to meet you so they know they’re not sending their only daughter into a killer bunker with a stranger.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding.

“Fine.” You smiled and pulled on his arm again and this time he actually followed you. The two of you walked to the set of tents Skaikru had set up outside TonDC and stood outside the one that housed your parents.

“They’re gonna love you,” you smiled at him and interlaced your hands, hoping to bring him some reassurance. He nodded slowly, straightening his posture and putting on a serious face. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling back the tent flap and entering.

“Y/N! Did you decide not to go? Are you gonna stay with us?” Your mother asked quickly.

“No, I’m still going. I just wanted to introduce you to someone before I left.” You stepped aside, making room for Bellamy to enter in behind you. Your father’s eyes narrow at the sight of the brown-haired man while your mother looked to you in confusion.

“Who is this?” Your father asked. He already had some ideas of who he could be, none of which he was comfortable with.

“Mom, Dad, this is Bellamy. Bellamy, these are my parents.” Nobody moved for a second before Bellamy held out a hand to your father.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir. You’re one of the guards I looked up to while training.”

Your father nodded smugly but didn’t take his hand. Bellamy was about to retract it when your mother grabbed it with both of her own hands.

“You’re a guard?”

Bellamy stiffened and shot a quick glance at you as you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Not anymore, ma’am.”

“But you went through cadet training?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, how polite! Please call me Y/M/N!” A bright smile made its way across your mother’s face.

Bellamy nodded, slightly relieved that at least one of your parents didn’t seem to hate him.

“How do you two know each other?” Your mother asked you. You smiled looking up at Bellamy before answering.

“He was on the drop-ship with me and helped lead the camp with Clarke and I. Now we’re, uh, we’re together,” you told them, taking Bellamy’s hand in your own. Your mother cooed, clearly happy her rebellious daughter found somebody who seemed remotely sane. Your father on the other hand, just put two and two together.

“Bellamy Blake? The one who shot the Chancellor?”

Your eyes widened. You’d been hoping your father wouldn’t figure that piece of information out.

“Dad-”

“You’re dating the man who shot the Chancellor?” Your father’s eyes turned to you, burning with anger and disappointment.

“It’s not what they told you. He did it for his sister.”

Your father scoffed.

“He tried to kill someone and now he’s with my daughter! If you’re looking for approval here, son. You don’t have it.”

Before you went to defend him, Bellamy squeezed your hand tightly. You looked at him and he shook his head slightly.

“I understand you not wanting me to be around your daughter, sir, but I can assure you I would never do anything that would even remotely hurt her. I love your daughter, sir, and I know she loves me, too. The only approval I need is from her.”

Your mom smiled at the clear love Bellamy has for you while you take a step towards your father.

“I love him, Dad, and I don’t care if you don’t but I’m about to go rescue my friends and I might not come back. Can I at least leave on civil terms.”

Your mother wrapped you in a hug, eyes glistening with tears.

“I’m glad you’re happy with him,” she whispered in your ear. “Now please be safe, I need you to come back to me.”

You nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning to your father. He raised his eyebrows at you before giving you a quick kiss on the head and ushering you to go. Bellamy and you stepped out of the tent and you looked at him.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’ll have plenty of time to win him over when we get back.”

You nodded, giving him a quick kiss before the two of you walked over to Lincoln, who had been waiting for the both of you. Neither of you said anything about Bellamy’s last statement, fully aware that you might not make it out at all.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

A few days later you were sitting back in the Ark with Bellamy. He sat next to the bed you were lying on in medical. The plan hadn’t worked out perfectly, after you and Bellamy destroyed the acid fog, you were taken by some guards and drilled for your bone marrow. Bellamy however, came to rescue you before it was too late. Once you got back to Camp Jaha, he had insisted Jackson take a look at you, much to your protests, and now was holding your hand as you talked, trying to catch your mind up with what had happened.

“Y/N! Oh, baby!” Your mother rushed into the room immediately wrapping you tightly in her arms. “Oh, I was so worried and then they told me you got hurt! Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m alright, mom,” you replied with a tired chuckle.

She turned to Bellamy and enveloped him in a hug as well. His eyes met yours and you had to stifle a laugh at the surprise in them. She pulled away slightly but didn’t break contact.

“Are you alright?”

Bellamy stiffened at the question before answering.

“Yeah, as long as Y/N is.”

Your mother cooed again as Bellamy sat down on the bed next to you, your hand making its way into his.

“Glad to see you’re still alive,” Your father’s voice came from outside. He entered the room pulling you into a hug though it wasn’t as tight as your mother’s.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he said sternly. You nodded leaning back against your pillow.

Your father’s eyes moved from you to your boyfriend who was still seated on the bed with you. There was a moment of silence before your father extended his hand for Bellamy to shake. He took it quickly and your father nodded.

“You both did a good thing, I’m proud but we’ll let you get some rest.”

Your mother and father each gave you a kiss on the head before leaving. With the help of Bellamy, you were able to move over a little, allowing him space to lay down next to you. Your head was rested against his chest and his arms were draped around your waist, careful to avoid your hip.

“And it only took us almost dying for him to like you,” you smiled up at him. He shook his head with a laugh and planted a kiss on your head.

“Go to sleep, I love you.”

“Love you too, Bell.”

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[topazy]

What we found

Parings: John Murphy/OC

Warnings: mentions of violence

Chapter: nine

Bellamy

“Now what? We are screwed!”

“We can find another way.”

“How?” I spun to face Clarke. “Luna was our last chance, and she said no.”

“She’s not the last night-blood. I think I know a way that can save us and stop A.L.I.E.”

“How?” I was confused.

“Ontari.”

—

“What? What does that mean?” I asked.

I was worried, I had never seen Clarke look so defeated before. “She's brain dead. She can't give us the kill code. It's over. We're trapped here.”

I shook my head in frustration. Ontari was dead, Abby was still recovering from almost hanging herself, and an army of grounders and Jaha’s followers were on their way to kill us. Murphy’s pacing back and forth was starting to irritate me.

“Well, what about Ontari?” He asked. “I thought you said we had one shot with that thing.”

"I told you, Ontari is no longer an option for the Flame. She's brain dead." Clarke turned to face me, “is the floor secure?"

I opened my mouth to answer when I could hear a banging noise getting louder. We all turned to look at the door which he had done our best to keep shut, except the noise wasn’t coming from there. It was coming from below.

“No stop!”

I spun around hearing Abby yelling behind me, I was shocked to see Cora standing with a knife to Clarke’s throat. I had never seen such hatred behind anyone’s eyes that I saw in Cora’s glare. Indra attempted to sneak up on the chipped grounder, but she must have sensed the movements behind her because Cora quickly spun her arm and hit Indra in the face, causing her nose to make a horrible cracking sound.

I took the chance to try and restrain her. Murphy stood for a moment before helping me. Cora took her opportunity and head-butted Murphy. He let out a loud groan, before stumbling back. “What is she doing here?”

Murphy pinched his nose, “she accepted the chip.”

She accepted the chip because her brother had died, and she wanted to numb the pain. I still didn’t understand how the grounder in front of me was so useful to Lexa’s previous plan, but I know it meant she was important.

“Look,” Clarke said, pointing towards a hole in the corner. “She must have snuck up through a passageway.”

Pike walked towards us and pointed his gun at her. “She’s a threat.”

“Wait!” Murphy stepped in front of Pike. “You can’t kill her! Clarke can fix her.”

“He’s right,” I added, before turning to face Clarke. “Whatever you’re going to do, you need to do it fast.”

I wasn’t sure if it was in the influence of A.L.I.E or not but the strength Cora seemed to have was insane. Me and Murphy both struggled to hold her. Clarke approached us slowly trying not to startle Cora who now had her head hanging down low.

“Okay,” Clarke held out a scalpel. “I’m going to need you guys-”

She was cut off by Cora kicking her in the stomach, sending her backwards. “My mom needs to do it, she will never let me close enough.”

“We had our fun together didn’t we, Wanheda?” Cora said in a much deeper, and darker voice. She almost sounded like a different person. “You don’t like that name do you? Wanheda I’ll let you in on a little secret, the real Clarke Griffin is much worse than the commander of death. Atom, Finn, Lexa…”

Cora was trying to get a reaction the same way Raven did under the influence of the chip. “We don’t have time for this! Murphy, grab the rope and help me restrain her.”

“You know what I should have done Wanheda, while you lay asleep next to me?” Clarke’s face fell, while listening to Cora’s words. “I should have slit your throat.”

“Okay that’s enough.” Abby kneeled in front of Cora who was now restrained, and stuffed a rag in her mouth.

Clarke stared at Ontari as Pike informed us the stairs had collapsed. “Good. Then we have time.”

“Time for what?” I was confused.

“An Ascension Ceremony.”

Murphy

“Clarke, c'mon! We can't hold them off.” Everyone who was chipped was now closing in on us. I couldn’t help fighting them off while pumping Ontari’s heart so Clarke could stay alive. Bellamy, Octavia, and Pike had disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Cora wiggling out of her restraints. “Abby we-”

Suddenly it all stopped. Clarke woke up, and the fighting came to a halt. She really did it. I couldn’t believe it. As Abby removed the flame from Clarke’s neck, I finally let go of Ontari’s heart.

“John…”

I spun to see Emori staring at me with tears in her eyes. I ran to her, pulling her in for a hug and she started to cry. “Hey, hey.”

I felt her shake as she sobbed against me. “I'm so sorry, John.”

“It's okay. It's okay.” I whispered while Emori clung to me.

Looking over her shoulder I saw Cora still glaring at Clarke with the same look of hatred she had previously. Closing my eyes I lost myself for a minute in the comfort of Emori. I finally had her back, and I was scared of losing her again but It didn’t stop the nagging voice in my head telling me to ask Cora why she knocked me out and left me.

Cora

I watched as many people from skaikru reunited with loved ones. It was nice, Bellamy had his sister, and John had found his love. I was happy for him.

The moment my eyes landed on Wanheda I felt my blood boil. She was alive, and smiling at the doctor. She caught me staring and walked towards me with her hand reached up. She wanted to help me to my feet. I scoffed and smacked her hand away, before standing up.

“Core I-”

“Don’t,” I snapped. Noticing others looking, I lowered my voice. “If I wasn’t surrounded by your people I would plunge my dagger into your heart, just so you could feel an ounce of pain that you’ve caused me.”

“Please just listen, Lexa-”

I cut her off again. “Our heda is dead because of you, that bullet was meant for you not her.”

“I loved her…” she said quietly.

Love. She didn’t understand the meaning of the word. “You made her weak.”

Indra squeezed my shoulder. “I understand your anger Persephone, but a warrior shows no emotions until the war is over.”

I glanced at the blonde once again. “You might have saved your people from A.L.I.E but that isn’t redemption from all the other crimes you’ve committed.”

I shrugged Indra away and walked towards the window. It looks the same, but different. My words to Clarke were hypocritical but I didn’t care, she let me believe my brother was alive knowing I’d do whatever it took to find him.

Feeling a presence behind my I turned to see Bellamy. “Looks like your people won.”

“What are you planning on doing now?”

“Return to what’s left of my home village.” He leaned against the wall and waited for me to continue. “My village was on land that now belongs to ice nation.”

“You could get killed.”

I shrugged, I didn’t care.

“You’ll be safer staying close by.”

Snorting at his comment I shook my head, I wasn’t a complete fool. I knew what Lexa had told him, and now he thinks I’m someone important.

“Your heda thought you were someone worth keeping safe.”

If only he knew. How was I supposed to explain to him or anyone that there was nothing special about me, and everything was a fabricated lie to save myself? I couldn’t. If I did then the truth would come out and my loved ones would have died for nothing.

Notes: And that’s a wrap on season three!!

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[iliumheightnights]

Even Now? | Bellamy Blake x Male Reader

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Male Reader

Summary: Bellamy and (M/N) had been dating on the ark. After (M/N) had been sent to the skybox the two lost contact. Now on the ground the two find each other again.

A/N: I am a hoe for Bellamy Blake and will die for him.

…

(M/N) stepped out of the dropship. He was blinded by the sunlight but let out a laugh as he realized he was on Earth. He was on Earth and he was alive. He looked around and watched as the other delinquents ran around shouting and laughing, pushing each other and having a good time. For the first time in a long time they all got to be kids again.

Walking around their new campsite, (M/N) took in the woods around him. He had always imagined what earth would look like on the ground but never realized it could be so beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, he caught sight of someone he hadn’t seen since he had been put in the skybox. There dressed in his guard uniform was Bellamy Blake, his ex boyfriend.

Bellamy was standing with a group of people talking. He recognized a few as Clarke Griffin, Wells Jaha,and a few others he had known. Among them was also Octavia Blake, Bellamy’s sister who he hadn’t known about until after he had been put into the box. Not wanting to deal with Bellamy he turned and walked the opposite direction of the group.

Sitting down on a fallen log he finally took in the sight on his wrist. There he now has a strange wristband, it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t literally annoying him. “Ugh. This thing sucks. Why did they put it on us anyways?” He tried to peel it off but it wouldn’t budge, only giving him a bit of a sting. “Hurts like a bitch doesn’t it?” (M/N) turned around and smirked at Murphy. One of the only people he was actually friends with during his time locked up. “Not as bad as choking on a lack of oxygen. Can you get this thing off of me without injuring me?” He held his arm out to Murphy who pulled out a makeshift knife.

Before Murphy could begin to do anything with the band, he found himself being pulled away. “How about you take your knife and keep it away from him?” (M/N) looked at the new person to see Bellamy glaring at Murphy holding his arm. “Hey! Just trying to help my friend out.” Bellamy didn’t loosen his grip, instead making it a big rougher. (M/N) saw how Murphy was starting to feel some pain. “Bellamy! Let him go!” In an instant Bellamy let Murphy go but continued to glare at Murphy. “Go.” He said. Murphy didn’t waste any time and left back to his group of friends. Bellamy turned back to (M/N) who was walking off. “(M/N)! Wait! Please!”

(M/N) ignored him as he continued to walk off. Entering the dropship he found some of the supplies that had been sent down with them, aka a tent. Grabbing the tent he returned to outside the dropship and started setting up his tent. This gained the attention of some of the other delinquents. “Hey! He’s got a tent!” He didn’t stop setting up his tent as they came closer. “Yeah! I do! This is my tent and maybe, just maybe, if you’re nice I’ll share it with you.” That seemed to piss some of them off. “Or we can just kill you and take it for ourselves.” The delinquents moved closer but were stopped by Bellamy. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” That stopped them from moving any closer to (M/N). “Anyone that touches him deals with me!” Bellamy shouted through the camp. That seemed to deter anyone from messing with (M/N). “Can I talk with you?” Bellamy asked and (M/N) motioned to his tent.

The two boys stepped inside. “What did you want to talk about Bellamy?” (M/N) asked, crossing his arms. The tent was nice and large, definitely meant for more than one person. “I was just wanting...I don’t know to just talk to you. I just wanted you to know, I never stopped loving you (M/N).” (M/N) let out a laugh. “That’s rich. If you still loved me then you would have come and visited me while I was locked up. But you didn’t! Why? And don’t say to protect your sister cause that’s no excuse for this.” Bellamy struggled to find the words. “I just...I didn’t want to see you locked up. It broke my heart watching you being lead away and I was afraid of what would happen when you turned 18. I know you probably wouldn’t have been floated but it still scared me.” (M/N) shook. “Well how do you think I felt!? I was locked up with the threat of execution trailing me! I wanted you but you weren’t there for me! You know what...just go!” He pushed Bellamy out of the tent.

As time passed on the ground, Bellamy continued to try and reconnect with (M/N) who was sticking to ignoring him. But then the grounder threat happened and Bellamy practically became the leader of the camp, with Clarke acting as a second leader. For some reason, (M/N) didn’t like the fact that Bellamy and Clarke were spending so much time together. A group was going out to go and hunt for the camp, Bellamy among them and (M/N) decided to go with them. “(M/N) what are you doing here?” Bellamy asked as he joined the group. “Going hunting. What am I supposed to leave it to you imbeciles to catch our food?” Some of the group members grimaced or sneered but Bellamy only smirked at him. “Now let’s go. I’m starving.”

The hunting had been going alright and then of course a cloud of acid fog came their way. Bellamy and (M/N) had gotten separated from the rest of their group and hid in a cave. Luckily the fog wasn’t following them inside. “Well....there goes dinner.” Bellamy laughs and shakes his head. “We almost died and you’re still thinking of food?” (M/N) shrugged. “What? I like food!” Bellamy shakes his head again but reaches into his backpack and throws (M/N) a nutrient bar that he had. “Thanks. Wait...where’d you get this?” (M/N) asked. “It was part of the supply drop with us. They gave us practically nothing but I figured I’d save that.” (M/N) hummed.

It had been a little longer and the fog was still going. “So...you and Clarke seem...nice.” (M/N) said, making Bellamy look at him with a face. “What? Me and the princess? What do you mean?” (M/N) snorted at the name. “I mean, you two seem close. I’m sure you two will be very happy together.” Bellamy’s mouth turned into a large grin. “Oh my god. You’re jealous!” (M/N) blushed and looked away. “I don’t know what you mean. I have nothing to be jealous about.” Bellamy got up and moved to sit beside (M/N). “Just to let you know. There’s nothing going on between me and Clarke. There’s only one person in this camp that has my heart?” (M/N) decided to mess with him. “Your sister?” Bellamy nodded. “Alright two people in the camp.” (M/N) smirked and turned to look Bellamy in the eyes. “Even now? You still love me after everything that’s happened? Why?” Bellamy scooched closer and held his hand. “Because you’re amazing. You’re so smart and talented. You also don’t let anyone fuck with you, which sometimes gets you into more problems than it’s worth. But overall it’s because you’re you, and I love you (M/N).” Bellamy leaned in closer and (M/N) decided to close the gap, pressing their lips together. “I love you too Bellamy.”

The two reunited boyfriends stayed in the cave until the fog cleared. Once cleared they regrouped with the others and returned to the camp. “So...you going to move into my tent or what?” (M/N) asked. “I thought that was without question?” Bellamy grinned pulling him into another kiss in front of everyone else in the camp, making sure everyone knew not to mess with his boyfriend. 

“So, ready to be my co-king of earth?”

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 55)

~Banished Master~

Word Count: 4.7K

~Master~

*Based off episode 4x10 of the 100, Die All, Merrily*

*Bold/Italics are Trig!*

A/N: *same as last chapter*PLEASE READ! So, I’ve made the decision to go back to only writing the parts of the episode that Y/N’s in or parts I deem necessary. I’m just getting tired of writing out 10K parts and not hitting 100 notes. It’s too much work. I haven’t hit 100 notes for this series in a while. I can’t promise when the next update will be because it depends on the response I get to this one. Thanks everyone and thanks for being patient with me!

Previously...

“Lexa trained me in grounder combat.”

His eyes grew wide at your whispers. “No. That’s not an option.” He said before beginning to head back inside but you grabbed his arm.

“Bellamy.” You said, getting him to pause. He hesitated before turning to you, licking his lips out of worry. “We fight or we die.” You reminded him. Bellamy was about to object before you watched him furrow his brows, coming back to look over the ledge. You followed suit, trying to see what he was looking at before seeing a familiar face riding in on a horse. “Octavia?” you whispered, feeling Bellamy grip your hand tighter as he remembered the last he saw of his sister, running away from him for what he had hoped wasn’t forever.

Octavia stopped her horse when two men approached her, her eyes flying up to see you Bellamy looking down at her with two very different expressions. As the men got closer, her attention shifted and she got her mind back on track as she spoke to them. “I’m here for the war.”

No matter the outcome of this conclave, people were going to die. Whether it is your people or not, it wasn’t going to be good. You had been pacing back and forth in some random room in Polis, trying to set your mind straight. Your hands shook and you let your eyes close so you could focus on breathing, finding it hard to do so as you heard the chatter outside. People from every clan gathered around to watch the fighters accept their sigils to fight. Octavia would be one of those fighters, you’ve tried to get her to listen, but she’s refused.

Without waiting for your stress to eat you more, you left the room quickly, heading down to where you knew Octavia sat. People eyed you as you came outside, sending various glances your way but you couldn’t care, you just needed her to listen.

She was staring off at the ground when you entered. “You’re really going to do this? Risk your life for everyone?” She didn’t look at you, but you knew she was listening. You stepped towards her, clenching your fists. “O-“

“Why would you do it?” She asked, finally meeting your eyes. Your steps fell and you couldn’t give her an answer. Your people treated you like you were expendable. You wouldn’t be doing it for them.

You moved slowly, sitting next to her and looking ahead like she was. “If you do this,” you whispered, looking at her as she did the same, “If you do this, you win. Not for our people, not for me or Bellamy, win for you.” You took her hand, seeing her glance down briefly at them before she squeezed yours.

“I’m planning on it.” She assured you and you offered her a small smile before you could hear Gaia begin the ceremony outside. You took a deep breath, standing up, and looking at her. You didn’t say anything before turning to the door, not surprised to see Bellamy standing there. You pass him when you leave, pausing to look back at Octavia and to smile at him before leaving the siblings alone.

Clarke was standing outside as you walked out. You gave her a look but said nothing, just standing next to her. “You offered to switch places, didn’t you?” Clarke asked and you nodded. You were predictable, you didn’t want to risk Octavia’s life. Clarke put her hand on your shoulder before she was gone, heading to get Octavia.

You listened to Gaia, seeing other fighters get their sigils before Octavia walked past you with Clarke and Bellamy following right behind. The three of you followed Octavia, stopping to stand beside Kane and Jaha. “Octavia kom Skaikru, step forward,” Gaia shouted as you picked your head up, watching your best friend walk up to her and a necklace placed around her neck.

“She’ll be fine.” Clarke mumbled under her breath as you watched on, meeting Roan’s eyes, who stood next to Octavia before he looked away.

“Of course, she will.” You spoke harshly, feeling Bellamy’s eyes on you but you kept staring at Octavia. “She’s a warrior.” You swallowed thickly, trying to believe your words.

Gaia explained the rules, mainly to the participants, but everyone listened, know the fate of their lives lived in someone else’s hands. “We honor those who fall by the sword, but honor the one who yields it the best.” Gaia finished and no sooner than the words left her mouth did the last person you expect to show arrived.

“That would be me.” Luna, who no longer had a clan, wanted to fight. Everyone spun around at her voice, surprise striking everyone’s faces. Luna walked right between you and Clarke, almost hitting your shoulder with her walk as you pushed back into Bellamy, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly. She walked up on stage and stood before the flame keeper. “I’m Luna kom Flokru and I’m the last of my clan.”

“I know who you are.” Gaia snapped at her. “The Natblida who ran from her conclave.”

“I’m not running from this one.”

Despite Gaia’s disdain for Luna’s presence, she presented Luna with a sigil. “Accept this sigil, Luna kom Flokru, but with your clan gone, who will you fight for?

“I fight for no one.” Luna turned to the crowd as you all grew confused. “I fight for death!” She shouted and your stomach sank.

Murmurs set bout the crowd as Bellamy looked at you, pulling your attention off Luna. Luna held the vigil. “When I win, no one will be saved.”

Clarke grabbed your arm, tight with fear as you glanced around the now roaring crowd. “This isn’t good.”

---

To say you were nervous before the Conclave began was an understatement. You couldn’t keep your thoughts at bay as you stood with Kane, Bellamy, Clarke, and Jaha, each of you silently expressing your concern. Kane kept glancing at you, seeing you staring off, but he never said anything, knowing you wouldn’t want to talk to him.

“Skaikru.” Gaia called as she walked up behind you. “Three advisors to the Worgeda. The rest of you report to the safe zone, now.” You nodded, thanking her as she walked away before you took a deep breath.

“Come on,” Kane said as he looked between you and Bellamy, obviously knowing you two and he would be the ones going. “We have to get her ready.”

You nodded and turned to leave before Jaha grabbed Kane’s arm. “This conversation isn’t over.” He almost growled as you narrowed your eyes at him. “The death wave is coming and we’re risking the fate of our people on a blood sport?”

“The fate of everyone.” You cut in, getting his eyes on you. “You heard Luna.”

“She’s just one of 13.”

“You’re wrong.” Clarke helped you, knowing Kane wasn’t seeing what you both were. “She’s a nightblood novitiate, she’s trained in combat exactly like this.”

You nodded. Lexa trained you much like she was trained, much like Luna trained, you didn’t know what she was capable of. “You want us to cheat?” Bellamy asked as your eyes widened, glancing between them.

“No.” you tried not to yell, not wanting to attract outside attention to your group. “If we break the rules, we lose, and if we lose-“

“We die.” Kane finished for you.

Jaha scoffed. “The rules are not the problem, the game is. If we stop Luna and Octavia finds a way to win, does anyone truly believe that the grounders will accept Skaikru as the lone survivors?”

Everyone looked at you. “Yes.” You told them and Jaha groaned, finding lies in your words. “The conclave is sacred.” You assured them. “They will honor the winner and like it or not, we’re grounders now.” You turned to Clarke. “Get everyone to the safe zone. Bell, Kane, and I will get Octavia ready.”

She nodded and Jaha and she walked away, rounding your people to the safe zone. Kane left as well, heading to Octavia as you and Bellamy stood there. He watched Clarke leave. “She should go with you two.” He mumbled and you looked back at her before meeting his eyes.

“Are you crazy, Bell?” you asked, stepping closer to him and grabbing his hand.

“I wouldn’t know what to say to her.” He admitted with a sigh, squeezing your hand.

“You’re her brother, she’d want you there. Not being there when she’s about to fight for her life is worse than saying the wrong thing.” You offered him a soft smile and Bellamy nodded in agreement that he should be there. You pecked his cheek, getting ready to walk up with him before seeing Roan standing not far away, talking with some people. “Hey,” you said, getting Bellamy to stop walking. You threw a glance at Roan briefly as Bellamy’s eyes followed. “I’ll meet you up there?” Bellamy hesitated but nodded, watching you start over to Roan before he headed up the tower.

“Can I have a word?” You called out to Roan as he turned around, Echo too. “Alone?”

Roan didn’t command Echo to leave this time, obviously not trusting you since your attempt at becoming the commander. You didn’t push it. “What is it?”

“Luna can’t win. If she does, it's over for both of our people.”

“The time for alliances has passed. I’m fighting for my people today.”

He started to walk away but you spoke up, not letting him leave. “Can you beat her?”

“Of course, he can.” Echo snapped at you. “She bleeds like everyone else.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” you snapped back, narrowing your eyes as Echo and you glared at each other, a mutual hatred filling the air. You focused on Roan, seeing him glance between you both. “Can you beat her?” you asked again.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept that it’s over Y/N, but it’s over. You’ve made clear you have no respect for our traditions, but this tradition isn’t about respect. It’s about blood and if my blood spills here today and all hope is lost for my people, then I don't give a damn who ends up inside that bunker or if anyone does.”

He fell quiet and you just looked at him, disappointed in his words. “I guess that’s the difference between us, Roan.” You began with a shrug. “I want humanity to survive, even if it's not my people.” You started, not giving him another word. He watched you walk away and stop, turning to him. “Good luck today, Your Highness.” You spat the words out before you were gone, leaving Echo and Roan on the battlefield, unaware of the thoughts, much similar to ones of your own people, that were flooding Echo’s head and she followed Roan up the tower a few moments later.

You barely got into the prep room before the war drums were supposed to sound and you rushed over to Octavia, Kane, and Bellamy, seeing Octavia’s face soften. “You’re here.” She sighed out as you nodded and pulled her in for a hug.

“You thought I was going to miss my best friend fighting?” you asked her as you pulled away, seeing every other fighter head to their starting points. Kane patted Bellamy’s back, nodding to the side to give Octavia and you a moment. “Yu gonplei nou ste odon.” You whispered to her, squeezing her hands tightly. “Your fight isn’t over.” You repeated in English, knowing you were going to have to let her go. “You’re a warrior Octavia, so go out there and kick ass. I believe in you.” She smiled at you, letting you pull her in for a last hug before she had to go, the war drums sounding as everyone lined up to march to the battlefield. “May we meet again.” You mumbled and watched her go.

A pair of hands wrapped around your waist as you leaned back into Bellamy’s chest, twisting your head to look up at him with a sad face. “She’ll be fine.” Bellamy whispered but you knew he wasn’t fully believing himself. You turned fully, feeling his hands dip to your waist as you press your hand to his cheek.

“She’ll be fine.” You repeated his assurance before taking his hand, leading him to where Kane was waiting for you both.

Not knowing what was happening on the battlefield worried you beyond words. You wished you had been the one fighting. Your chance at survival might not have been much higher than Octavia’s, but at least you knew what was happening. This was torture. Octavia could dead this very second and you’d have no clue. Your leg bounced as you sat, thinking of anything you could as Bellamy stood next to you, wishing to calm you down but finding his nerves just as hard.

When Gaia came back from the balcony, you were on your feet immediately. “The first two champions have fallen.” She said and your hands grabbed Bellamy’s and Kane’s, not caring about your feelings towards the man as you all watched a Grounder walk to the clans who lost their chances in the bunker. “Gael Kom Ingranronakru,” she said as the clan’s fire was extinguished, “Yu gonplei ste odon.” Your heart sunk for the clan, but you couldn’t help the relief wash over you briefly before the next clan was revealed.

The man walked closer to you, right in your direction and you swore you stopped breathing. “Please don’t be her.” Bellamy’s voice cracked when he whispered, holding your hand tight as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

 “Fio Kom Trikru,” Gaia said as you let out your shaky breath. “Yu gonplei ste odon.” The fire was put out.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, standing still with Bellamy and Kane. Bellamy pulled you in for a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you held him close. “She’s still alive.” You said to him. “She’s still alive.”

Over his shoulder, you saw Indra and Gaia, both of them looking crestfallen for their fellow Trikru, as well as their chance at survival. You kept hugging Bellamy, seeing them hold each other well and you felt for them.

---

It never got easier with each mention of death and the fires dwindled to barely a few. 13 turned to 11 turned to 8 turned to 6 and soon it would be 1. “I’m gonna go lookout.” Bellamy told you, getting you out of your thoughts as you nodded at him, letting him go watch the conclave. You were seated on the side of the room, hearing the sadness of the fallen clans. Your eyes found Indra, standing off as well as you ventured over.

“I’m sorry about your champion.” You got her attention.

She looked at you for a moment before nodding. “Thank you.” She spoke, her eyes downcasted before glancing to the Skaikru flame, as bright as ever. “It seems Octavia is doing well.”

“You trained her. She’s a warrior because of you.” you said. She didn’t answer you, only watching the flame burn lightly. “Indra, if Octavia wins,” you began before stopping and taking a skipped breath, trying to find the words. “If Octavia wins, I want you to know you have a spot in the bunker. You and Gaia, it’s yours if you want it.” You knew making a promise like that was tricky, there was no assurance of room, but you needed to make it. You had to. Indra didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to, she just nodded and you took that as enough. Her arm reached out and you glance down at it, sharing a small smile before shaking it.

You headed out to the balcony, seeing Kane and Bellamy already there. “Any news?” you asked mere seconds before Gaia announced that Sangedakru is finished. Your face fell immediately.

Bellamy however looked confused. “What’s wrong?” Kane asked as you focused on Bellamy, putting a hand on his back.

“Blue cliff warrior just killed him with a bow. I saw it.” He said, his brows furrowing as you glanced to Kane, seeing him confused as well.

“I don’t get it.” You admitted, unsure of what’s making the men uneasy.

Bellamy enlightened you. “Kane and I saw her before the fight. She didn’t have the bow, she had two swords.”

“Maybe she picked the sword up.” You offered, trying to figure out what was happening. Bellamy pushed past you, however, returning inside as you and Kane followed. He looked around and shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Echo’s gone.” He said before taking off. Kane followed after him but you stood there, looking around the room and back at the balcony before following as well.

Kane was trying to stop Bellamy as you caught up in the hallway. “You don’t even know it’s her. It could be anyone down there.” Kane tried to reason.

“It’s Echo.” You told him, avoiding looking at them.

“How do you know?”

You looked to Bellamy, giving him a defeated look. “Because I think gave her the idea when I went to talk to Roan.” Bellamy’s face fell and you nodded, taking in your mistake. “I-I didn’t think she’d-“

“It’s okay.” Kane assured you, putting a hand on your shoulder and he was surprised when you didn’t push it off. “Gaia’s scouts will find her and Ice Nation will be punished.”

Bellamy wouldn’t hear of it. He started to leave before Kane grabbed his arm, keeping a hold on both of you. “They’ll never catch her,” Bellamy said, trying to get Kane to see. “Echo’s a spy, this is what she does.”

“You listen to me.” Kane said, using his authoritative voice you very rarely heard nowadays. It reminded you of when you were younger, watch Uncle Marcus on the Ark. “You get caught on that battlefield and we all pay the price. They'll execute Octavia, and all our people will be left to die.”

“If I am right, then Azgeda has two people in this fight, and we die anyway. And you think I should just stay here and do nothing?”

“No.” you spoke up, the gears turning in your head. “You wait until nightfall. No one will see you.” Bellamy hated leaving Echo out there, the possibility of her killing Octavia higher with every passing second but you were right. Nightfall was your best bet.

---

Nightfall couldn’t have come quicker, but unfortunately, you still needed to wait. There hadn’t been any reported deaths lately and it made your stomach knot. You needed to distract yourself. Luckily, or as much luck as you get, Kane was coming your way. “How are you holding up?” He asked as he took a seat on the ground next to you.

You shrugged, unsure really how you were holding up. This was terrifying. It was worse than when you were kidnapped by the grounders, at least then you knew what they were doing. Here you were in the dark. “I hate this.” You mumbled, dropping your head in your hands.

“I know. I do too.” He admitted, rubbing your back and you moved from his touch almost immediately, still mad at him. “Y/N-“

“The world’s ending Kane.” You cut him off. He nodded. “I’ll forgive you, I will, but not just like that. You betrayed the alliance that I risked everything for.” He swallowed as you stressed your words, trying to get him to see how bad it is. “I asked Roan if he could take Luna and he refused to side with Octavia fighting because of what you and Abby did.”

“I know.” He said and you scoffed, leaving it at that. Your conversation was interrupted by Gaia, announcing another clan’s demise, and no sooner than she had, did a woman start holding her fellow clanmate tight, crying out lightly for her son.

You couldn’t look away from the sight, watching the tears fall freely as your throat closed up. However, the scene reminded you of one thing, one thing that Kane might know the answer to. “Kane?” you whispered, tearing your eyes away to look at him, seeing his eyes become glassy before he met your eyes. He beckoned for you to continue and you hesitated.

You needed this. You needed answers.

“Did you know my father couldn’t have kids?” Kane’s face slowly fell. “Oh my god.” You whispered out of shock. He knew. “Oh my god!” You stood up, feeling your heart racing as you grabbed the wall, trying to get away from him but he just grabbed your arm.

“Y/N, wait.” He kept his voice low, glancing around and hoping no one was watching you both. You pushed him off, your hands shaking more than he’s ever seen as he let you go, following you as you rushed out of the room. “Y/N!” he called as you reached the hallway, running down it without any care. He ran after you, coming to a stop as you ended in an empty room and he watched you pace back and forth.

“You knew!” you yelled at him and your voice cracked and you clasped your eyes tight. You stopped moving, focusing on your breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. Your hands clenched involuntarily as you fell onto the couch behind you your eyes slowly opening to see Kane moving slowly next to me. “How long have you known?” you tried your best to remain calm, but you didn’t know if you could.

“Since we sent you down to earth. I found a letter your mother had written to me before she passed.”

“Before she killed herself, you mean.” You corrected him and Kane reluctantly nodded.

“She told me everything in the letter.” He was staring off, remembering the small print your mother had left, telling him everything he needed to know, all on a little piece of paper.

“What else did it say?” You asked scared of the answer. If she told him everything, then there was more you didn’t know, and damn it, you needed to know. “Kane.”

“She told me,” he paused, reaching for your hand and without knowing any better, you let him take it. “I’m your father.”

His words died on your ears, your brain was suddenly unable to process anything as you looked at him, seeing the scared in his eyes as you shut down listening to him tell you how it all happened.

---

Bellamy had been looking for you and Kane since nightfall came minutes ago, but neither of you was to be seen. He was about to just leave, to go stop Echo without telling you and Kane before you came walking into the Throne Room, eyes red and wet and Bellamy was by your side in an instant. “What happened? Are you okay?” He wiped the tears from under your eyes as you nodded, meeting his eyes.

“I’m going with you.” you told him, licking your lips that were covered in stress bites from your teeth digging into them.

“What?” Bellamy asked, still concerned about you. “No, you should stay here, make sure nothing looks suspi-“

“I’m going with you.” you said with more force, and Bellamy’s mouth clamped shut, watching you glance over your shoulder to Kane who walked in at that moment, looking as bad as you had. “Please.” Bellamy had no idea what happened to you, but when your voice cracked, he wasn’t going to say no again.

The two of you snuck out as quickly and carefully as you could. You were in front of Bellamy, your knife drawn just in case as you led him around Polis. You were about to turn down a free corner before Bellamy grabbed your hand and you stopped, glancing back to see him pointing to Echo, donning a mask and her bow and arrow. You changed routes, heading to her position before stopping and pressing Bellamy and you flat against a wall.

A fighter from another clan had started to approach your position. Bellamy’s eyes found yours before he glanced off, seeing Luna approach and you both watched silently as Luna killed him faster than you ever could. You took a deep breath as his body fell and Luna walked away, using the moment to grab Bellamy and keep running.

You came upon Echo, hiding out in a building and firing arrows out a broken window. Her bow was drawn and she was amazing at Octavia through the window below. Bellamy went in first, opening the door and drawing her attention. Echo turned around, firing at the door before you rolled inside, keeping low as he knocked her down. You grabbed her bow off the ground as Bellamy jumped in, ripping her mask off her face and pinning her down, choking her in the process.

“Bellamy!” you whispered, about to help him before Roan appeared, knocking Bellamy off Echo. You were about to fight him, thinking he was another champion, or worse a scout before you realized.

“I should’ve known none of you could stay away.” He grumbled and pointed his sword at Bellamy and you as you helped him up. “I heard you all the way down the street. You're lucky I wasn't a scout.”

“We came to stop her.” Bellamy grumbled, pointing to Echo. Roan looked to you and you nodded.

His sword turned to Echo. “Explain yourself.”

“I was only trying to help save our people.” She tried to defend herself, using your plead from earlier as her point, just like you assumed.

“I am not my mother. I'm not willing to cast aside honor for power.”

She stepped forward, afraid of what her king would choose as her punishment. “No one has to know.”

“You misunderstand. I will not allow your dishonor to give Luna an advantage, and you will not shame our clan ever again.” You furrowed your brows, looking to Bellamy as you both watched them. You are Azgeda no more.” Your mouth fell open as Echo tried begging but he wouldn’t hear her out. “You're banished, Echo, and when I win this conclave--make no mistake-- there will be no place for you inside that bunker. Now get out of my sight, and off this battlefield without being seen, or know that you are the cause of the death of our people.” Echo, for once this night, listened and left without another word.

Roan turned to Bellamy and you. “I take it by your presence that Octavia's still alive.”

“That's right.”

Roan glare flickered between Bellamy and you, his sword separating the two of you from him. “If I call for a scout, she'll be executed right now,” he threatened. Bellamy grew tense next to you, but you knew Roan, he’d never take the fun way out. “but what fun would that be?” His eyes landed on you. “Besides, you still owe me that favor.”

“No, I don’t.” you stated simply, seeing Roan’s eyes narrow. “I’ve paid up already.”

“By what means?”

“Bellamy and I could’ve easily told Gaia and the scouts what Echo was doing. But we didn’t. Instead, we risked our lives and Octavia’s for you.”

You stood your ground, seeing the smirk on Roan’s face as he dropped her sword. “You two really think she can win, don't you?”

Bellamy and you shared a look, knowing exactly what Octavia’s capable of. “I wouldn't count her out if I were you.” Bellamy told him. “She's survived harder things than this.”

“Before she dies, I'll tell her she's lucky to have you as a brother.”

“I got a better idea.” Bellamy countered. “After she guts you and before you die, you tell her I was the lucky one.” You smiled at Bellamy, despite the situation you found yourself in. Octavia was going to win. You were sure of it.  

---

Bellamy and you had to sneak back into the tower, which was easier said than down. You stayed together, looking around corners before the tower was in front of you. You were almost there. Bellamy and you shared successful looks, about to take a step forwards before a hand was placed over your mouth and nose. You started screaming for Bellamy, hitting whoever it was that had you before you slowly grew unconscious and fell into their arms, much like Bellamy had as well.

---

Your head was spinning as you came back but you ignored it. “Bellamy?” you gasped out before looking around, letting out a groan as you saw Bellamy wake up in a chair next to you, and Clarke and Jaha were leaning over a chair.

Bellamy and you slowly began to realize where you were. “What the hell did you do?” He asked them as you both stood up, Bellamy approaching them as you looked around the bunker.

“If only one clan could survive, It might as well be ours.” Jaha answered as you stood shocked.

“Clarke you agreed to this?” you didn’t want to believe it, that she would agree to a plan like this.

Until Jaha managed to render you speechless. “It was her idea.”

They chloroformed you both, took over the conclave, and left Kane, Octavia, Indra, and Gaia outside. “We did what we had to.”

Skaikru betrayed them all.

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Fighting For... Earth Kills

Summary: I’m not like the others, the 100. Their crimes were petty, mine was being born. Being sent to Earth should’ve been refreshing, freeing. Instead, it’s a fight. A fight for survival. A fight for love. Warnings: The 100 Themes so blood and gore I guess Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader AN: Italics are flashbacks!

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Previously:

“Right, because you just don’t care? Whether you like it or not, I know you care. You’ve always cared.” “You don’t know a thing about me.”

“Let her go.” “There’s six of us. If we’re going to split up, it’d make sense for three of us to go together.” “She stays with us.”

“You got a crush or something?” “For spacewalker? Please.”

“What do you see in him?” “Who? Bellamy? I don’t see anything. Why?” “No reason.”

“Why can’t I come with you?”

My dad sighed, pulling me onto his lap.

“We’ve talked about this sweetheart. You have to stay here.”

“But why!”

I shook my head, sniffling.

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair!”

He grabbed onto my arms, trying to stop me from hitting and kicking as I tossed around.

“It’s not fair! I want to go with you!”

I sniffled, looking up at him.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Oh sweetheart, of course I do. I promise, I’ll always love you.”

I gasped as I sat up, my chest heaving as I looked around. I jumped when I heard a moan, looking towards the dropship. I sighed, pushing my hair back out of my face as I stood up, walking towards the dropship.

“Go back to sleep!”

“Shut up!”

I shook my head, walking into the dropship, seeing Clarke leaning over Jasper.

“Don’t listen to them. You’re gonna make it through this okay? Promise.”

“Can he just die already?”

Clarke huffed, standing up. 

“I’m gonna go get him some water. Keep an eye on him.”

I stepped forward, looking over at Clarke.

“I can get it.”

“YN?”

I shrugged, casting a look at Jasper.

“You need water and you’re the only one who can help him so I’ll get it.”

I picked up the bucket on the table, turning and walking out of the dropship before Clarke could say anything. Stepping around the sleeping bodies that littered the ground, I was careful not to wake anyone when I heard someone whimper before they started to scream. I looked around, seeing a little girl leaned up against a tree, thrashing around.

“No! No! No!”

I walked towards her, kneeling down beside her. I placed my hand on her arm, gently shaking her.

“Hey, wake up. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

She jerked away, her chest heaving as she looked around.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just a dream. I’m YN. You’re Charlotte right?”

She nodded, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Yeah.”

“It’s okay to be scared. Do you want to talk about it?”

She sighed, tears forming in her eyes.

“It’s my parents. They were floated and they- I see it in my dreams and I just-”

I sighed, taking her hand in mine and gently squeezing it.

“I understand. My dad was floated too. How did you end up here?”

She started to play with my fingers, rolling the ring I had on between her fingers.

“We were taking my parent’s things to the redistribution center and I kind of uh, lost it. They said I assaulted a guard.”

I grinned, tilting my head to the side.

“I can’t say I blame you. When they told me my dad died, I attacked Jaha.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh.”

I looked up, pointing to the bright spot in the sky.

“See that bright star up there?”

She nodded, looking to where I was pointing.

“That’s the Ark orbiting around us. I think, maybe all the pain, everything that happened up there, maybe we can move past that now. Maybe being on the ground is our second chance.”

She looked over at me, her eyes sparkling.

“Do you really believe that?”

I sighed, casting a look to the camp behind us before I looked back at her, nodding.

“I’m trying to.”

I tensed when she scooted closer to me, wrapping her arms around my middle, placing her head on my chest. I sighed, wrapping my arms around her as I pulled her onto my lap, running my fingers through her hair.

“It’s okay. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

Bellamy walked up to Murphy, watching as he threw the knife at the tree, huffing when it missed.

“That dam kid, always messing with my head.”

Bellamy looked up to where the dropship was, shrugging.

“He’s not gonna last much longer. Better think of a new excuse.”

He pulled the axe from his side, flipping it once before he threw it, watching as it lodged itself into the tree.

“That’s how it’s done.”

He walked towards it, pulling the axe out when Atom and the others walked towards them.

“We searched a half mile in all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal.””

Murphy grinned, looking over at Atom.

“Visit your special tree when you were out there?”

“Atom took his punishment. Let it go.”

“Could be grounders.”

“Yeah, or they could be in pound town. Lot of that going around recently.”

Atom huffed when Jasper moaned again, looking over at Bellamy.

“Look Bellamy, people are scared, and that dying kid, he’s not helping the morale around here.”

“Morale will go up when I find them more food.”

“And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?”

“Now? Nothing. It’s possible they’re just lost. We’ll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting later.”

Murphy nodded, looking down at his knife.

“Let’s go kill something.”

Bellamy shook his head, huffing.

“You’re not going. I need you to stay here. If the grounders are circling, we can’t leave this place unprotected.”

Murphy huffed, shooting a glare at the dropship as Jasper’s moans got louder.

“Fine. Somebody better tell that goggle boy to keep it shut.”

Bellamy said nothing as he walked off, looking around camp.

I woke up with a sore neck, causing me to groan as I looked around. Charlotte was still laying on me, clutching my jacket in her hands. I sighed, gently pushing her to wake her.

“Charlotte? Charlotte it’s time to wake up.”

She yawned as she woke up, stretching. I helped her stand, smiling at her as I stood up.

“Did you sleep okay?”

She nodded, looking around camp.

“Yeah, uh, thank you.”

I nodded, smiling at her.

“Anytime.”

I looked down when my foot kicked something, my eyes widening.

“Shit.”

I picked the bucket up, looking over at Charlotte.

“I’ve got something to do. If you need anything you come find me okay?”

“Okay.”

I nodded, giving her one last smile before I took off. I made my way towards the dropship, keeping the water from splashing out. I pushed the tarp to the side, seeing Clarke standing over Jasper, Finn standing across from her.

“We didn’t drag him through miles of woods just to let him die.”

“Kid’s a goner. If you can’t see that, you’re deluded. He’s making people crazy.”

Clarke huffed, looking over at Bellamy.

“Sorry if Jasper’s an inconvenience for you, but this isn't the Ark. down here, every life matters.” 

She turned, her eyes landing on me, glaring.

“Where were you? I needed that water.”

I sighed, feeling Bellamy looking at me.

“I’m sorry. I got-something came up.”

“Something more important than saving Jasper?”

I huffed, nodding as I walked towards her, placing the bucket on the table.

“Yes actually. If he needed the water so dam bad, should’ve went and checked to see where the hell I was since I didn’t come back.”

“I did. I couldn’t find you.”

I huffed as I leaned against the wall of the dropship, crossing my arms over my chest.

“And thank god for that.”

Bellamy stepped forward, looking at Clarke, shaking his head.

“Take a look at him. He’s a lost cause.”

Clarke huffed, looking at Octavia.

“Octavia, I’ve spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there’s hope, there’s hope.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. 

“Yeah, like she’s that great of an influence.”

Clarke turned towards me, scowling as she glared at me.

“This isn’t about hope, it’s about guts. You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, I’ll kill him myself.”

I watched as Bellamy turned, walking towards Octavia.

“Octavia, let’s go.”

She shook her head, glaring up at him.

“I’m staying here.”

Bellamy sighed, looking over at me. He nodded towards the door, causing me to sigh as I pushed off the wall, following behind him as we left the dropship.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, looking over at Bellamy.

“Yeah, why?”

He shrugged, casting a look at me.

“Seemed a little tense in there.”

“Yeah well, that’s what happens when one of you is chosen over the other and gets the mentality that you’re better than the other.”

“A group of us are going to go hunting. Want to come with?”

I tried to hide my surprise as we came to a stop, looking up at him.

“You want me to come with?”

He shrugged, pointedly avoiding looking at me.

“We need all the help we can get.”

I grinned, nodding.

“Sure, I’ll come with.”

He nodded, letting his shoulders drop.

“Okay, good.”

We were walking through the woods, looking around for any sign of food. Well, the others were. I was more or less just looking around, my head somewhere else. I was jerked to when someone pulled me to stop walking, causing me to glare at them.

“Shh, she’s mine.”

I watched as Bellamy aimed, about to throw the axe when a twig snapped behind us. I turned, watching as Bellamy threw the axe behind us, the axe hitting a tree. I gasped when I saw a familiar head of hair, rushing towards her as the others ran after the boar.

“Charlotte!”

I fell to my knees in front of her, grabbing onto her arms. 

“What are you doing out here?! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Who the hell are you?”

I turned, seeing Bellamy standing behind me, making a face at Charlotte, causing me to sigh.

“Bellamy, this is Charlotte.”

“I almost killed you.”

Bellamy helped me stand, Charlotte looking between us both as Bellamy huffed.

“Why aren’t you back at camp?”

“Well, with that guy who was dying, I just- I couldn’t listen anymore.”

“There’s grounders out here. It’s too dangerous for a little girl.”

I nodded, looking down at Charlotte.

“Atom’s right Charlotte. You shouldn’t be out here.”

“I’m not little!”

She sighed, taking a deep breath as she looked up at me.

“And you said if I needed anything to find you.”

Bellamy sighed, reaching behind him and pulling a knife out of his pocket, kneeling in front of her.

“Okay then, but you can’t hunt without a weapon. Ever killed something before?”

Charlotte shook her head as she took the knife from Bellamy, looking it over.

“Who knows? Maybe you’re good at it.”

I sighed as Bellamy stood up, watching as Charlotte tightened her grip on the knife. I took her free hand in mine, gently squeezing it as I offered her a small smile.

“Just stay with me, okay?”

She nodded, squeezing my hand.

“Okay.”

We were trying to find the boar again, me and Charlotte towards the back of the group as we looked around. I came to a stop when a horn sounded in the distance. I gasped as an orangish yellow fog appeared, Bellamy turning and yelling.

“Run!”

I held onto Charlotte’s hand as we all took off running, Bellamy running towards me and Charlotte.

“Come on! There are caves this way!”

Atom was running behind as I pulled Charlotte along, Bellamy grabbing my hand and helping us down the slope, pushing us into the cave. I pushed Charlotte into the cave, telling her to stay put as I went back for Bellamy and Atom.

“Bellamy!”

I gasped as Bellamy slammed into me, pulling me behind him as Atom started to scream.

“Wait, what about Atom?”

Bellamy shook his head, sighing.

“The fog got him.”

I nodded as we slowed down, Charlotte looking up at us, running to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I sighed, leaning down and returning the hug.

“It’s okay Charlotte. We’ll be safe in here.”

She nodded, tightening her grip on me as Atom’s screams got louder.

Charlotte was laying down, her head in my lap as she slept. I had my head leaned back against the wall of the cave, my eyes closed as I ran my fingers through her hair.

“You’re good with her.”

I sighed, opening my eyes and looking over at Bellamy, shrugging slightly.

“I guess.”

“No! No!”

I jumped, looking down at Charlotte, watching as she thrashed around. Bellamy sat up, crawling towards us.

“Charlotte, it’s okay. Wake up.”

Charlotte jumped up, her eyes wide as she looked up at me.

“Does that happen often?”

I shrugged as I wrapped my arms around Charlotte, pulling her into my side as she sighed.

“What are you scared of?”

Charlotte didn’t answer, rocking back and forth in my lap as she held onto my jacket.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. The only there that matters is what you do about it.”

“But, but I’m asleep.”

Bellamy shrugged, titling his head to the side.

“Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you’re awake, they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.”

“Yeah but how?”

“You can’t afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you.”

Charlotte pulled the knife out of her pocket, handing it to Bellamy.

“Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, screw you I’m not afraid.”

Bellamy handed the knife back to Charlotte, Charlotte looking down at the knife as she gripped it.

“Screw you, I’m not afraid.”

Bellamy shot her a look, tilting his head to the side, causing her to sigh.

“Screw you. I’m not afraid.”

Bellamy smiled, patting her arm.

“Slay your demons kid. Then you’ll be able to sleep.”

I looked up when the door to my cell slid open, making a face as I watched Chancellor Jaha and two guards walk in. I set the charcoal down, watching as Jaha offered me a small smile.

“It’s good to see you again YN.”

I huffed to myself, shaking my head.

“I’d say the same, but you’re the reason I’m here.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he sat down in the chair he had brought with him.

“There are laws for a reason YN.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“There are laws for a reason YN. You could change those laws. You are in charge.”

He shook his head, leaning forward.

“That’s not how it works.”

“It could be.”

“We’re getting off topic.”

“Are we? Because I don’t even know why you’re here. I don-”

“Your father is dead YN. He was a danger to those of us living here on the Ark. He’s a traitor to everything here on the Ark.”

I shook my head, fisting the sheets on my bed in my hands.

“You’re lying.”

“Your father was floated earlier this morning.”

“You’re lying!”

I jumped up, tackling him to the ground. I started to hit him, tears streaming down my face.

“You’re lying! You’re lying! You’re a liar!”

I jumped when one of the guards grabbed me, turning and shoving him off. Two more guards stalked into the room, one making his way to Jaha who was trying to stand as two guards held onto my arms. I thrashed around, screaming.

“You’re a liar! He’s not a traitor!”

I was able to free one of my arms, using it to hit the guard who still held my other arm in the face, causing him to let me go. I charged for Jaha, kicking at him.

“Liar!”

I screamed when the guards all grabbed me, kicking my legs as I threw my head back. I tensed when they pressed a needle to my neck, feeling a cold sensation run through me as everything started to become blurry.

“You’re a liar! Yo-you are a lia-liar.”

My eyes closed, the last thing I saw was my father, his face sunken in as he reached for me, screaming.

I gasped, jerking awake. I looked down to see Charlotte was still asleep, causing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Are you okay?”

I jumped, turning my head, seeing Bellamy looking at me as he walked towards me and Charlotte.

“Yeah. It was just a dream.”

“You know-”

I huffed, shooting him a look.

“If you tell me to slay my demons, I will stab you.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Uh huh, sure you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t. But it’s all clear out there. We should find the others, head back.”

I nodded, looking down at Charlotte, slightly shaking her awake. She held onto my hand as we exited the cave, looking around.

“Anybody out here? Jones?”

“We’re here!”

I looked up, seeing Jones and a few others walking towards us.

“Lost you in the stew. Where’d you go?”

Jones nodded back to where they came from, sighing.

“Made it to a cave down there.”

Bellamy looked around, huffing.

“The hell was that?”

“I don’t know.”

I took a step forward, drawing their attention to me.

“Where’s Atom?

Charlotte had begged me to let her help us look for Atom, and after some agreements not to go far and to stay within an eye sight distance, I let her go. Thinking back, I should’ve said no. All I could focus on was finding Charlotte when I heard her screams. I found her standing with her back towards me, tears streaming down her face. I slid down to my knees in front of her, grabbing her arms.

“Charlotte? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She kept crying, lifting her hand and pointing behind me. I turned as Bellamy ran to us, stopping in his tracks.

“Son of a bitch. Atom.”

Bellamy slid down the embankment to Atom, kneeling beside him. I checked Charlotte over before I made my way to Bellamy and Atom, kneeling beside him.

“Kill me. Kill me, please.”

I looked up when I heard the leaves crunch, seeing Clarke standing behind Charlotte, Finn and Wells standing beside her. Bellamy stood up, walking towards Charlotte.

“I-I can’t breathe.”

I grabbed Atom’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as I smiled down at him, running my fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay. We’re going to get you some help, okay?”

He nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on me as Bellamy came back. He looked over at Bellamy, his breathing laboured.

“Kill me Bellamy, please.”

I cast a glance to Clarke when she knelt at Atoms head, looking Atom over, slightly shaking her head as she met Bellamy’s gaze.

“I heard screams.”

“Charlotte found him.”

Bellamy looked over at me, nodding slightly.

“I sent her back to camp.”

I nodded, looking back down at Atom.

“It’s going to be okay. Clarke’s here now. We’ll be able to help you now.”

Clarke nodded, coughing slightly.

“She’s right. I’m going to help you, all right?”

She started to hum, and I recognized it, closing my eyes as I started to hum along with her. Bellamy held the knife near Atom, his hand shaking. I reached out, slipping the knife from his hand. I offered Atom a smile as he looked at me, placing the knife at his neck. I slowly stopped humming as the knife pierced his neck, watching as he started to cough up blood. Clarke was still humming as Atom took his last breath, stopping when his head rolled to the side.

I was walking towards the back of the group as we walked back to camp, my gaze never straying from Atom.

“We’ve gotta get to Jasper. I’ll need boiled water to make the medicine.”

Finn nodded, him and Clarke leaving as Wells helped Bellamy carry Atom’s body.

“Get Clarke whatever she needs.”

The kid nodded, turning and rushing off.

“I better go get this grave dug.”

I watched as Wells left, looking up when Octavia limped towards us. Bellamy tried to grab her, sighing.

“Octavia, just stay there. Please, stay back.”

Octavia huffed, shoving his hands off her.

“Stop.”

Octavia walked towards Atom’s body, lifting the sheet.

“Atom.”

Bellamy’s eyes were red as he looked at Octavia, shaking his head.

“There’s nothing I could do.”

“Don’t.”

“O, O please.”

Octavia shoved his hands off her, shaking her head.

“Don’t.”

Bellamy sighed, looking over at Murphy.

“Lose anyone here?”

Murphy shook his head, huffing.

“No.”

“Jasper?”

“Still breathing. Barely. Tried to take him out but your psycho little sister-” I gasped when Bellamy lunged at Murphy, pushing him to the ground, hitting him.

“Bellamy-”

“My what?”

I rushed towards them, trying to pull Bellamy off of Murphy.

“My what?”

Murphy coughed, looking up at Bellamy.

“Your little sister.”

Murphy shoved Bellamy off him, causing me to fall backwards. 

“Yeah, that’s right. My little sister.”

Bellamy stood up, glaring at Murphy.

“Got anything else you want to say about her?”

Murphy glared at Bellamy as he stood up, wiping the blood from his lip.

“Nothing. Sorry.”

Bellamy huffed as he turned towards Jones, growling.

“Get him out of here.”

Jones and another kids picked up Atom's body as Murphy stalked off, Bellamy turning towards me.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, letting him pull me up.

“Yeah.”

I sighed, looking up at him.

“Are you okay?”

He said nothing as he looked down at me, taking a step back.

“I will be. Get some sleep, okay?”

I nodded, watching as he walked off.

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“Stop!”

Bellamy frowned at Clarke, who was yelling and waving her arms at him to stop. “What?”

“You can’t go into her tent, we don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

Bellamy shook his head and entered Jill's tent, regardless. She looked like death. He crouched down, so he was level with her. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Jill groaned in response. The grounders had beat her, and most likely poisoned her. At least that’s what Clarke said happened. She couldn’t remember. She had been throwing up, shaking and sweating. And occasionally her ears, nose, and eyes bled. Jill had been isolating in her tent ever since. Octavia would drop food and water off for her, and would sit on the other side of the tent and would talk to her about anything that popped into her tent.

Jill opened her eyes. “How’s it going, Blake?”

Bellamy smiled at her. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

Shrugging in response, Jill fought the urge to throw up. “How many days have I been out for?”

“Just a couple.” Bellamy cleared his throat before talking again. “Me and Clarke are going to look for supplies in an underground bunker I found, I just wanted to check you would be alright.”

Jill nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, if I wasn’t quarantined I would have gone with you. Speaking of which, how did you get in here? Blondie has been acting like a bodyguard, she wouldn’t even let O in to see me.”

Bellamy scoffed. “Do you really think I’d let Clarke Griffin tell me what to do?”

“Yes. You have a soft spot for her, Blake, and you can’t even deny it.” Jill smirked before coughing up more blood. “Where is Octavia, anyway? I haven’t heard from her in a while.”

“She’s guarding the grounder.” Bellamy shook his head. “I keep telling her to stay away from him, but she’s convinced-“

Jill stared at him with a blank expression, before cutting Bellamy off. “What grounder?”

Oh. “I thought Octavia told how Finn was poisoned.” Bellamy felt the guilt wash over him, he wasn’t looking forward to telling Jill what happened. “We went back to where we found my sister and kidnapped the grounder.”

Jill shot up, horrified. “What? You stole another person? What the hell is wrong with you!”

“We did it to save Finn. He poisoned the blade that he stabbed him with. All we wanted was the antidote...then Clarke suggested he knew what happened to you.”

“Please tell me you torture him because of me?” Jill practically pleaded.

Bellamy stood up. “I don’t have time for this. We did what had to, and that’s the end of it. try to stay alive, the camp needs you. Octavia needs you.”

Jill watched as Bellamy quickly disappeared from her sight. She cursed at him under her breath. As soon as she was feeling better, she was definitely going to kick his ass.

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Staggering out of her tent, it surprised Jill to see the rest of the delinquents running around wild. She tried to ask Jasper what was going on, but he almost took her eye out with his ‘anti-Grounder stick’.

“Hey, Monty? What’s happening?”

Monty walked over to Jill and cupped her cheeks with both hands. He looked at her wide-eyed, with a serious expression on his face. “I'm pretty sure I ate a pine cone because it told me to.”

Right. He was high. Jill nodded and headed towards the drop-ship to look for Octavia. Once on the level the grounder was on Jill was surprised to see the grounder and Octavia kissing.

Jill cleared her throat to alert them to her presence.

Octavia jumped back away from him. “Jill! Oh my god, this isn’t-”

“Yeah, Yeah, I get it. You are helping him escape.” Jill sighed. Bellamy is going to kill me. “You guys better hurry before Clarke and your brother returns. Then you can explain why everybody is high.”

Jill hopped back down and let out a groan. Her body was still stiff and sore from laying in her tent for days. If Clarke was here, Jill was sure she still would have been confined to her tent.

“Hey!” She hissed as some boy stumbled past her, grabbing her hat.

Jill frowned and quickly tucked her hair back underneath. Hoping that nobody noticed.

______

Jill squeezed her eyes shut, hearing the flaps to her tent opening. She knew who it was, and why he was there.

“I know you are awake Jill, you don’t need to pretend.”

Jill groaned and opened her eyes, sitting upright. It was pitch black, but she could still see the pissed expression on Bellamy’s face.

“You helped the grounder escape, didn’t you?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“No... I just saw him leave and did nothing to stop him.” Jill was technically lying, but she wasn’t about to tell him that she caught Octavia kissing the grounder he tortured. “Anything else? Because if you hadn’t noticed, it’s the middle of the night, and you shouldn’t be here.”

Bellamy scoffed. “I know you left the tent. Jasper said he was so high that he imagined seeing someone's hair the color of the pretty flowers outside the gate.”

Jill gulped down. “Napellus flowers are actually poisonous.”

Bellamy shook his head and sighed. He was certain Jill was covering up for his sister, and would just keep changing the subject to do so. “The grounders are dangerous, I thought you of all people would know that.”

“Really? Because I’m not so sure. The grounder YOU tortured stabbed Finn in self-defence, and saved your sister. You tried to float Murphy over a crime he didn’t commit.” All the anger Jill had towards Clarke and Bellamy had been bubbling under the surface, ready to explode. “We are more dangerous than them. Can’t you see that? What’s the difference between what you have done to that grounder and what they have done to me?”

Bellamy felt as if someone had hit him in the chest. He couldn’t answer her question, because nothing was different. He had originally come to tell Jill that Jaha had pardoned him of his friend, but right now he didn’t think Jill would care what happened to him.”

“I’m going to go. We can work out the next step tomorrow.” He sighed before turning to leave the tent.

“Fine.”

Jill frowned and flopped back down. The next few days would be eventful.

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Chasing Butterflies: Nova’s Story

Hello all! Nova’s story is a pretty tragic one so there will be quite a few warnings listed. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated. Remember to leave me requests if you want and let me know if you want to be added to any taglists.

Before Season 1 Pairings: OC x OC Best Friends, OC x OC Warnings: being drugged, sexual assault, mild torture, murder, self harm, and suicidal thoughts Word Count: 2,981

Everyone on the Ark knew about Nova Kane and not just because her father, Marcus, was the Vice Chancellor. No, they knew who she was because not only did she do extremely well in all of her classes but she was funny, kind, and above all she was shaping to become the next Chancellor. The youngest Chancellor in the history of the Ark.

Of course with Nova only being 15 it was still going to be quite sometime before this happened. But anyone who looked at her could tell that the girl was a natural born leader. The way she talked, the way she walked, the way she constantly observed everyone around her. She was intimidating to say the least. She held an aura that immediately made you respect her, even if you didn't like her.

Just three months ago Nova began taking private lessons with councilman Jericho Abraham. Her father, Chancellor Jaha, and Dr. Griffon were all too busy with their duties to give her lessons so Jericho happily volunteered to help. 

These lessons were scheduled once a week so that Jericho could teach Nova about the laws on the Ark and the duties of the councilmen. These meetings were to help her understand how to best help her people, enforce the laws, and how to make difficult decisions. After all, before Nova could become Chancellor she needed to be on the council and win her people over.

When she wasn't at these lessons with Jericho, Nova was practicing her self defence training with her boyfriend Jett. Jett was a year older and training to become a guard at the time. Her self defence lessons were originally taught by an older guard, but when Jett started his training he volunteered to take over. 

Nova wasn't someone you wanted to mess with, and that was clear to see. Though the more people got to know her, they realized how kind and caring she truly was. The Ark residents may not like the laws and they may frown at the sight of the privileged but everyone had, at one moment or another, wondered if Nova could be the person to make a difference.

But one day this hope for change was crushed. Nova Kane was arrested and no one knew why. There were rumors that she stole, what or from whom, no one knew. There were other rumors that she was framed for something she never even did. Only four people knew the truth, Chancellor Jaha, Dr. Griffon, Marcus Kane, and herself.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 It was just after lunch on a Saturday, which meant it was time for Nova's lesson with Jericho. Head held high she made her way past the empty halls to his place. She knocked on the door and not a minute later it opened to reveal Jericho's smiling face. "Hello Nova. Please come in."

He steps aside, making room for the teenager to walk through the door, "Hi Mr. Abraham." 

"Nova, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Jericho?"

Nova sheepishly smiled, "Right, sorry."

He lightly chuckled, "Would you like some tea before we begin?"

"Tea sounds lovely, thanks." Nova sits down in the living room and pulls out her tablet so she could get ready to write notes. She waits patiently as Jericho prepares the tea. 

As soon as they were both seated, tea placed in front of them, the lesson began. As Nova was writing her notes and sipping the tea she started to feel dizzy. Blinking, she gently placed her mug down and shakes her head, trying to get rid of the odd feeling. 

"Are you alright, Nova?" She hears Jericho ask.

"I- I don't-" She can't properly form a sentence. Her words slur as she raises a hand to her head.

"It's okay. You're going to be fine."  This is the last thing Nova hears before she falls back, passing out.

When she starts to come through her vision is blurry and she feels pressure between her legs. She tries to move but quickly realizes that her limbs are tied. She groans out trying to speak but a cloth is stuffed in her mouth.

Finally her vision clears and above her is Jericho. When he sees that she's awake he let's a smile form on his lips, "You're so beautiful, darling." He whispers in her ear.

Realizing what's happening Nova begins to fight against her restraints. She looks down to see Jericho already inside of her. Tears fall from her eyes as he pushes her shoulders back, "It's okay. We're almost done. You've been so good."

The next few minutes go by agonizingly slow. But once Jericho is finished he begins speaking once more, "Now you're going to be a good girl as I untie you. You're going to take a shower and leave, not telling anyone about this."

He slowly takes the cloth out of her mouth so that she can answer, "Why should I listen to you?" Nova spits out, tears streaming down her face.

"Because no one will believe you. I mean come on. A councilman over a silly teenager? Be smart about this, darling."

"My dad will believe me."

"Fine, how about this? I know a way to kill you while making it look like an accident. So if you don't agree to my conditions you will never see your friends or father again."

Nova pauses, thinking this over. Reluctantly she nods, "Fine. I'll do what you say."

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 It's been a week since Nova was raped by Jericho Abraham. She's been trying her best to act normal but everyone can tell something is wrong. She's been distant and less talkative than usual. 

Every night she wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, and tears streaming down her face. She's been having nightmares about the incident and whenever she sees Jericho in the halls she turns to walk the other way.

On Saturday morning she quickly made her way to Jett's place. Once the door opens Jett let Nova in, "Hey. Are you alright? You've been pretty distant this past week." Jett says once they're sitting.

"I think we should break up." Nova states.

"What? Why?" Jett asks in shock, "Did I do something?"

"No, Jett. I just- I've been going through some stuff and right now I'm not in the right mindset to be dating."

"Nova, talk to me. I want to help."

Nova bites her lip and blinks back tears, "Trust me. This is for the best. You can't help me with this, okay?"

Jett starts to become frustrated, "How do you know that?"

"I just do. Don't make this any harder than it has to be. Please, Jett. I care about you so much, but I need to deal with this by myself." She abruptly stands up, "I gotta go."

"Nova wait-" She doesn't hear the rest as she turns on her heel and leaves his place, rushing back to her room. 

She knew what had to be done. She couldn't live like this anymore. Knowing that Jericho got away with raping her. She felt disgusting, used, broken. She knew that her dad wasn't supposed to be home until after dinner so she quickly picked up a knife and went to her room. 

She twirled the knife in her hand, studying the silver blade. She gently put it down and grabbed her tablet. She wanted to write her goodbyes. A letter to Elara, Jett, and her dad apologizing for ending her life. 

It took her a few hours before the three letters were written just how she wanted them to be. By this time it was well past her scheduled meeting time with Jericho. She made sure she left her tablet unlocked so there was easy access to her suicide letters. 

She calmly reached over and grabbed the knife. She bite her lip to stop the sob from escaping her mouth. She ran the blade over one wrist then switched hands so she could do the same to the other. 

She paused, sucking in a breath as she watched the blood drip from her arms. As her vision blurred from her tears she picked up the knife one last time to bury it in her chest. Just as she was lining up the blade and tightening her grip, her door swung open.

"Nova! Stop!" She looked up, shocked to see her father home early. Before she had the time to react he rushed over and pulled the knife from her hands. Marcus pulled his daughter into a tight hug, cradling her head against his chest.

"No! No! Why did you do that?" Nova sobbed, trying to shove her father away.

"Nova, please stop." Marcus said, not letting her go. Finally, Nova stopped fighting. Her body shook with sobs as she gripped tightly to Marcus' shirt. "You're okay, babygirl. I got you." He whispered to her, lightly patting her head to try and calm her.

Once she calmed down Marcus looked at her arms, "We need to get you to Abby."

"I'm not leaving my room." Nova replied, stubbornly.

"Fine, I'll tell her to come here." He quickly grabbed the knife and left the room to call Abby. When he re-entered Nova's room he looked at her, "What made you want to kill yourself, babygirl?"

She bit her lip, unsure if she should tell the truth. "Jericho raped me last week." She finally mumbled. She made sure to look her father in the eyes so he knew she was telling the truth.

"He what?" Marcus asked, shocked.

"Jericho drugged me, tied me up, and raped me last week when he was supposed to be helping me." She spoke once more, this time louder and more clear. "He made me shower after and told me not to say anything because no one would believe me. And then he said even if they did he knew a way to kill me and make it look like an accident."

Nova's voice shook as she told her dad what happened. But if you looked close enough you could see that there was fire in her eyes. She would get justice one way or another. "I'm going to see if there is anything we can do to prove this. And when we do I will be there to personally float him." Marcus says to his daughter.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Another week went by of Nova being distant with her friends and waking up in the middle of the night because of her nightmares. Marcus has been working tirelessly with Jaha and Abby to try and figure out a way that they could prove what he did. The night before they finally reached a conclusion but Nova was already in bed before her father could tell her.

On Saturday morning Marcus and Nova sat in their small kitchen eating breakfast. It was silent for a while before Marcus finally decided to break the news to the young girl, "Nova?"

"Hmm." She hummed, still not looking up from her plate.

"You know how Abby, Jaha, and I have been talking?" Nova nods. "Well, we don't think there is anyway to prove what he did to you."

Nova froze. This was her worst fear. To speak up and still have to face him everyday. "Nova, babygirl? Are you alright?"

Nova slammed her fork down. She quickly pushed out her chair, making it fall to the floor. "Nova!" Marcus called. 

"What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I'm not alright! My rapist gets to roam free because it's my word against his! He was fucking right! There's nothing I can do about it. I am not alright, not even in the slightest. I'm pissed off. I'm hurt. I don't want to be alive anymore."

"Nova please, calm down. Just because we can't do anything right now, doesn't mean that we will never be able to do anything."

Nova bitterly laughs, "Right. So we're just supposed to wait around until he commits another crime? Hurts another innocent girl? This is bullshit and you know it."

"Nova please. I'll figure something out. Just stay here. I'll be back in no more than an hour." He reaches over and kisses Nova on the forehead before turning and leaving.

Nova sucks in a couple of breaths. She then squares her shoulders and leaves her home, taking the well known journey to Jericho's place.

When the door swings open and Jericho's eyes land on Nova's smiling face, he's shocked. "Nova, what are you doing here? Your dad told me that you didn't want to take lessons anymore."

Nova pushed past him, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. I just needed a break last week."

"Oh, uh, alright. Did you want something to drink? Tea?"

Nova's smile widens, "Tea sounds lovely." Unlike last time, this time Nova follows him into the kitchen. When Jericho's back is turned her smile drops from her face. Her eyes harden into a glare as he starts to speak to her, though the words don't register.

She reaches over and picks up a pan. She holds it tightly in both hands and whacks Jericho over the head, instantly knocking him out. She slowly maneuvers him into a kitchen chair, tying his hands and legs to the chair so he can't move. She shoves a cloth in his mouth and grabs a long kitchen knife.

She pulls up a chair to sit across from him, waiting until he wakes up. When Jericho's eyes blink open Nova smirks. "Welcome to the land of the living. Don't enjoy it too much because you'll be dead soon."

Jericho's eyes widen in fear, he starts trying to speak though no words can be made out through the cloth, "Hush now, darling. It's okay. Be good for me." Nova patronizes. She leans forward pointing the knife under his throat, tilting his chin up. "I want you to look me in the eyes when I end your pathetic life."

She slowly stands up, pushing her chair away with her foot. She walks around Jericho, lightly dragging the knife across his face. She leans down to whisper in his ear, "Where should I cut first? Maybe an arm?" She moves the knife to one of his forearms.

"Or maybe I should just cut off both your hands so you can never touch a girl again." She moves the knife over his wrist. "Actually, I think it would be better if we start off closer to the penis." As she says the last word she slams the knife into Jericho's thigh.

This makes him scream in pain, though the sound is muffled. Nova chuckles, "This is fun." She yanks the knife out, making Jericho scream once more. She moves behind him once more, wrapping her arms around his chest. He tries to squirm away, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Nova mockingly pouts, "Why are you trying to move away from me? Just a couple of weeks ago you would have loved the feeling of my arms around you." When he doesn't stop trying to move away, Nova adjusts her hold on the knife and drags it across his ribs. Blood drips from the wound as Jericho grunts in pain. "Oops."

She quickly releases her hold on him, walking around to look him in the eyes once more. She eyes him carefully, "This is losing the appeal quickly. If I let you go, you won't say anything, right? Your cuts you got in some freak accident."

Nova reaches forward and pulls the cloth out of his mouth, "Why should I not say anything?" He says through clenched teeth.

"Because if you do you'll have to explain why I attacked you in the first place. And I already told my dad that you raped me. So that's two Kane's against a silly councilman."

"Fine, I won't say anything." Jericho spits out.

Nova smirks once more. She shoves the cloth back in his mouth which makes him start moving frantically, trying to get out of his binds. Nova quickly cuts Jericho's penis, tears springing to the older man's eyes. "See Jericho, the difference between me and you." Nova pauses, "I don't care if I get arrested. And the only way I'll let someone get away with disrespecting me," Nova scoffs, "Is if I'm dead."

Nova looks him directly in the eyes one last time as she plunges the knife through his heart. She cleans off the knife and her hands then leaves Jericho's home, returning to her own. As soon as she opens the door she is met with the frantic pacing of her father. 

Marcus turns to face the door when he hears it opening, "Oh my God! Are you alright? Where have you been?" Marcus rushes over to his daughter, checking to see if she is injured.

"I'm fine." She looks down seeing her shirt coated in blood, "It's not my blood." She answers emotionlessly.

"Nova... what did you do?" Marcus asks, shock evident in his voice.

"You may want to get to councilman Abraham's place before his wife gets home in two hours."  Is all she replies, "I'm going to go shower." She turns on her heel and walks into the bathroom. The next day Nova was arrested. 

Abby told everyone that Jericho died from a heart attack and that Nova found him when she went over for her lesson that day. Rumors started to be made about why Nova was arrested but the only people who knew were the people involved in the cover up, Dr. Griffon, Marcus, and the Chancellor. 

Of course Jericho and Nova knew the truth too. But only one of them could speak about it and she was locked in solitary for the next two and a half years.

#the 100 rewrite #The 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 oc #nova kane

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [56]

xi. the other side

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: language, fighting, shock batons, violence.

Summary: clarke makes a decision that you (and bellamy) don’t agree with, leaving you locked up and at odds with your twin.

a/n: a late upload today, my apology freinds! it’s been a crazy day for me today, but here we go!!!!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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March 29th, 2150; the Second Dawn Bunker

You and Bellamy stare at your twin in shock, not understanding why she thought this was a good plan. You can sense Bellamy’s rising anger, and when you realize that your twin left not only Kane but possibly Octavia on the surface, you feel a flash of anger along with him. Your boyfriend’s voice steadily starts to rise as he turns on Clarke. “How could you do this? There were only 4 warriors left, and Octavia was one of them! She might have won.”

Clarke comes around the desk, getting closer to you and Bellamy, trying to calm him down. “Bellamy, you're right, she had a chance. But Luna was in the final 4 as well, which means there is an even better chance of nobody getting into this bunker, of nobody surviving the end of the human race. Can you understand that?”

“Yeah, I can understand that you did what you think you had to do, like always. But you can't expect me to stay down here not knowing what happened to my sister.”

Jaha looks up from the plans he’s been studying, shaking his head in frustration. “We're not opening that door, son!”

You turn on Jaha, his words spiking your anger, and snap, “You know what? We must have missed the election that made you Chancellor again.”

He cuts his eyes at you, but whatever flimsy remark he was preparing to send your way is cut off by your mom entering the office, looking around in confusion. “I was setting up the infirmary, and I heard people in the corridor. Is it over? Did we win?”

You turn to your mom. “We don't know. Because your golden child made a monumentally stupid decision.”

Her eyes narrow, not understanding the quip, but knowing that you only use the golden child insult when you’re really pissed. She seems to do a quick scan of the room again before she asks, “Where's Marcus?”

“He was in the tower. We sent some people for him, Bellamy, and Octavia.” Jaha tries his best to look upset, but he doesn't play the part well. Your mom looks at you, starting to understand, before turning her glare onto Jaha. “These two were the only ones we could get in time. I'm sorry.”

“Give me your radio, Marcus has his.”

“The walkies are no good down here.” 

Clarke walks around to the desk and hits a button, revealing a secret panel that starts to lift slowly. Nestled inside are a few computer screens, displaying the outside radiation levels, and a radio. Jaha turns to her in surprise and scolds, “Clarke.”

“I'm letting them say goodbye.”

You and Bellamy come around the desk towards the radio, and your mom starts to follow, only to be cut off by Jaha standing in her path. “I understand your need to know, but I promise you there is nothing but more pain on the other side of that radio. The radiation levels have become critical, so people outside are already feeling the effects. Once they realize that we took this bunker, it'll be chaos, and if we open that door, we let that chaos inside.”

Your mom snaps, “I understand. Now, get the hell out of my way.”

She pushes her way past him and comes to stand on your other side as Bellamy fiddles with the adjustment on the hidden radio. “The walkies are set to 21.5 megahertz.”

You hear static as he reaches the right level, and a second later, Octavia’s voice comes through. “Can anyone hear me? Over. This is Octavia, can anyone hear me, damn it?”

Bellamy grabs the radio, a smile on his face, both of you exchanging a look, knowing what it means to hear her voice. Beside you, your mom looks equally as shocked as Bellamy answers his sister’s plea. “O, it's me. You ok?”

“I'm alive, I won. Bell, what the hell did you do?”

“It wasn't me, but I'll fix it.”

“Listen to me, when I won, I decided to share the bunker with everyone. A hundred from each clan. Kane is out there buying us time, helping them select their people, and Gaia somehow convinced the scouts to lock down the temple. But if anybody finds out that Skaikru stole the bunker, we're all dead.”

You see fear creep up on Bellamy’s face, and then determination, not willing to let anything happen to his little sister. “Copy that, we’re on our way.”

As the words leave his mouth, the door to the office opens, and Jaha waves a group of guards inside, Miller at the forefront. Jaha leads them towards you, pointing at Bellamy. “Turn off the radio.”

You glare at him, “Didn’t you hear her? We can save them!”

Bellamy lifts the radio and mutters, “O, I'm gonna need some time.”

“Wait, what? Bellamy, they don't have t-”

Jaha yanks the radio from his hand, cutting her off, and you, your mom, and Bellamy all turn to look at him in shock. Bellamy snaps, “Did you hear her? The Grounders are listening to her now, but they won't be for much longer. I am opening that door.”

“I'm sorry, but right now, our people are safe. We cannot risk that.”

“To stop me, you're gonna have to kill me.”

Jaha nods at the guards, and they start to move closer, positioned in three places in the room, ready to catch any of you if you run. You turn to Clarke, giving her an incredulous look. “Clarke. Octavia won. Do the right thing and open the doors.”

She says nothing, just clenches her jaw and looks away, and you turn towards Bellamy, both of you sharing a knowing look. As if you’re both hearing the same silent countdown in your heads, you turn and each take off in different directions around the desk. You hear Bellamy knock one of the guards to the ground as you slip by your mom and Clarke, only for Jaha to step into your path. He dives at you and you side step him, his arms missing you by inches. You immediately swing your elbow around and smash it into his face, satisfaction running through you when you make contact. The pain knocks him off guard for a second and you shove him hard, knocking him to the ground, before turning towards the door again. 

Miller and the other guard have Bellamy held in between them, and Bellamy struggles and manages to knock the other guard away. He slips from Miller’s grasp and starts to run, only for Miller to pull out his shock baton and light it up, holding it to your boyfriend’s back until he gasps with pain and hits the ground. You let out a yell of rage and run straight at Miller, knocking him into the wall behind him, the shock baton falling out of his hand. He swings a punch at you as soon as he recovers, hitting you in the face, and you bring your knee up and land a hit on his stomach. He doubles over in pain and you start to swing your arm around to punch him when someone catches it from behind. 

You turn and see the first guard, the one Bellamy pushed to the ground, holding your fist, and you spin out of his grip and turn to face him. He moves quickly and swings his hand towards you, palm connecting with your face in a loud slap. The force of it snaps your head to the side and makes you bite your lip, and you turn back to him in shock, spitting out the blood that gathers in your mouth. The black blood hits the ground at his feet and he looks at it in shock just as you swing a kick towards him and knock him away. 

The other guard reaches you then and grabs your arm, holding you back from another attack. You start to wiggle free from his grasp when a shock baton makes contact with your side, sending electricity pulsing through your body as you gasp with pain, going slack in the guards arms. He releases you and lets you hit the ground, landing beside Bellamy, your eyes falling on his unconscious figure as you see the darkness rushing towards you, pulling you under.

-

You wake up to the sound of Bellamy’s frustrated yelling, echoing out in whatever space you’re in. 

You pull your eyes open, your vision landing on your boyfriend first, standing close to you, his hands zip tied to a chain that's bolted to the floor. With a sickening realization, you see that you’re secured in the same way, cuffed to a chain, locked away in some sort of electrical room. You lift your hands, staring at the chain, and shake your head in disgust, dropping your hands again, rattling the chain in the process. Bellamy must hear the sound because he turns towards you, relief flooding his features as soon as he sees you. He runs over to you, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands lifting to your cheeks the best they can, skimming over your already forming bruise, courtesy of Miller. “Are you okay?”

You nod your head, and his eyes check you over, confirming your words. He whispers, “Good. I have a plan. We need to get your mom down here. Someone is outside guarding us, I heard them talking a minute ago. I think if I raise enough hell and hurt myself, they’ll send your mom down to fix me up.”

You look at his wrists, already red and starting to get bloody, and you grimace, not wanting to watch him hurt himself. But you also know it's the best way to get her down here, because she’s the only person that is likely to help the two of you and get you out of this. So you nod, lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, and whisper, “Do it for Octavia.”

He stands and starts to yell again, “Get us out of here! Help me! Let us go!”

He turns and bangs on the metal pipes nearby, and then he pounds on the walls, before starting up again. “No! Let us go! Get us out!”

It takes a few minutes of him repeating this cycle of yelling, pounding, and banging before finally the door opens and someone steps inside. You're not sure who you’re expecting to walk around the corner towards you, but it certainly isn’t Murphy. 

“Bellamy, what the hell are you doing? You're just hurting yourself!”

You stand, watching Murphy look between the two of you warily, and Bellamy starts to beg. “Murphy. Untie us, please.”

“I can't do that. Look, I'm sorry about your sister, but-”

Bellamy cuts him off, “You let us go!”

“I can't, okay? We can't open that hatch, so stop doing this to yourself before I call medical and knock your ass out.”

He starts to walk away and Bellamy gives you a desperate look, breaking your heart. You make a last ditch effort and call out to Murphy, “Murphy, please! I didn’t let Emori die, don't let Octavia die! Let us go and we can save her!”

His face is full of regret when he turns to look back at you and Bellamy. “This is only gonna be for a few days.”

Bellamy yells, “She'll be dead in a few days!”

“Yeah, I'm sorry.”

And though he actually looks sorry, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you and Bellamy to yell after him, both of you tugging on your restraints now. You feel the flexicuffs bite into your skin, but you don't care, your mind too focused on trying to make an escape and save Octavia, and Kane, and the rest of the human race. Because you won’t allow yourself to be the monster that war created. Even if it means the end of you, you know opening the door to save the others is the right thing to do, and there’s no way you’re going down without a fight.

-

Time passes differently when you’re locked up in a bunker, reminding you of the time you spent locked up on the Ark, and of the time you spent awiting your execution in Arkadia. You and Bellamy take turns yelling and making as much noise as possible, hoping Murphy will eventually call your mother down to knock you out, giving you the opportunity to convince her to help you. 

It takes a few hours, but that opportunity eventually comes, and your mother steps inside, looking between you and Bellamy in shock. His wrists are much worse than yours, red and raw, dripping blood in his wake. Yours are bruised, covered in a splatter of black blood, the color still shocking and unfamiliar to you. Your mom walks to you first but you shake your head. “Bellamy first.”

She nods and kneels down between the two of you, pulling out her medkit to start on cleaning Bellamy up. He whispers, “It's about time. We didn't do this to our wrists for fun.”

“You want me to help you open the door.”

She doesn't say it like a question, but you answer as if she did. “Yes. Mom, I saw your face when Octavia answered on the radio, and I know how you feel about Kane. He’s still out there, trying to keep the peace. If the Grounders find out what Jaha and Clarke did, Kane will pay the price, and it won’t be merciful.”

“You don't think I know that?”

Bellamy whispers, “Do better today than we did yesterday. That's what he told me. That's how we deserve to survive.”

She looks between the two of you, considering your words, trying to decide what she wants to do. You can tell the second she makes the decision, because she relaxes a little, resigned to whatever happens now. “How do we do it?”

You look around the room, calculating everything, before you decide, “Let Bellamy go first, and he can hide. You call for help, Murphy comes inside, we knock him out. Then you lead us out of here, since we don’t know the way, and we get the door open. Sound like a plan?”

Bellamy agrees instantly, “Yes.”

Your mom considers again, before she nods. “But I want to clean both of you up first.”

“Fine.”

She bandages both of you as quickly as possible, before she uses the scissors in her medical kit to cut off Bellamy’s cuffs and free him. Then she drops them onto the flimsy mattress they set up for you and Bellamy to sleep on, along with the discarded bloody rags, and she motions for Bellamy to hide. You scramble into the corner, mostly out of sight, before your mom calls out, “John? I need you! Come quick!”

Murphy runs inside the room, running right past Bellamy, who is hidden in the darkness, and he stares down at the scene in front of him, seemingly looking like Bellamy has escaped. “Shit.”

The word barely leaves his mouth before Bellamy runs towards him and wraps his arm around his neck, squeezing just enough to knock him out. Murphy struggles against him, and pulls out the shock baton, but Bellamy quickly knocks it out of his hand before squeezing again. Within seconds Murphy loses consciousness, and Bellamy lays him out onto the bed, as your mom drops down and checks him over. 

“He'll be fine.'' She seems convinced by Bellamy’s reassurance, and she passes him the medical scissors so he can help free you as she suddenly remembers, “He's not our problem. The airlock control is in the main office, so is Jaha. You have a plan for that, too?”

Bellamy nods, “Yeah, open the damn door or die trying.”

You stand, now free from your bonds, and follow your mom as she leads you out the door. You sneak through the service tunnels, avoiding the main hallways as much as you can, until she finally leads you to a door and motions for you to stop. She whispers, “You two stay here, I’ll open the door when I've taken care of Jaha.”

She starts to walk away, but you grab her arm to stop her. “Wait, how are you going to do that?”

She holds up a little container of drugs, one of the ones from Becca’s lab. You have no idea what’s inside, but it must work like the Reaper sticks and knock people unconscious, because she seems confident that it will be enough. You nod, understanding, and she turns and runs off, leaving you and Bellamy alone. The two of you wait in the darkness of the hall, pressed together, buzzing with adrenaline, waiting for the next stage of the plan. You can tell when it begins because a muffled conversation is being held on the other side of the door, too quiet for either of you to hear. After a minute though, you realize the office must be on the other side, and it must be your mom talking to Jaha, though you have no idea what about.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, because a few minutes later the door swings open and she stands there, waving to the two of you inside. She runs over to the computer at the desk, and looks down at the controls. “Let’s do this.”

She plops down into the chair and you glance on the other side, seeing Jaha’s unconscious body sprawled out on the floor. Your mom reads a manual spread out on the desk, and then looks up at you and Bellamy. “It takes two people to open the doors, one from above and one from here. Get into position.”

You and Bellamy nod and run out of the office, making a beeline for the door at the top of the ramp. Bellamy tugs on it, still locked, and you and Bellamy exchange an anxious look. As you wait for the door to the airlock room to open, you hear footsteps running towards you, and you turn and get a glimpse of blonde hair just as the door beeps. You turn back and push Bellamy inside, following him to the set of stairs that leads to the hatch to the surface. Bellamy’s hand is reaching for the lever when a voice yells out, “Bellamy, stop!”

You hear the sound of a gun cocking and you both turn and see Clarke standing near the open door, her gun pointed towards Bellamy. He starts to argue with her, ignoring the gun in her hand, “We don't have time for this. The radiation is getting worse, and people are dying up there.”

He starts to reach for the door again but she turns and shoots the door, forcing the two of you to duck and cover your heads. You step up the stairs more, positioning your body in front of Bellamy’s before you turn towards your twin, stunned that you’ve even found yourself in this position. “Clarke, what are you doing?”

“What I have to, like always. Now, get away from the door.”

“No.” You set your jaw, unwilling to back down. “This isn't like shutting the dropship door, or pulling the lever in Mount Weather and the City of Light. We knew what we were stopping then, but now we know nothing.”

“We know that if that door stays shut, the human race survives.”

You shrug, “You’re gonna have to make it a kill shot then. Go ahead and put a bullet in your twin, because that’s the only way you're gonna stop me.”

Her hand shakes slightly as she aims the pistol at you, contemplating her next move, and you decide to push her further. You remember the words she threw in your face when you helped Bellamy get rid of Raven’s radio, and you decide to weaponize them now and use them against her. “What would dad say?”

Her hand shakes harder as she wrestles with her decision, and she starts to cry, tears falling down her face. She ducks her head and lowers the weapon, unable to go through with it, unable to kill her other half. You turn and glance at Bellamy, still standing behind you. “Get it open.”

He scrambles to the top of the stairs and opens the hatch, all while you keep an eye on Clarke, unsure if she’ll change her mind. But she never does, she just stands frozen in place and cries, and for once in your life, you make no move to comfort her. Once Bellamy disappears on the surface, you turn and follow him up, stepping into the temple just as Bellamy and Octavia collide in a hug. You smile at the sight of the reunited Blake siblings, all of their earlier anger and disagreements gone, replaced with nothing more than relief and love for each other. You walk closer to them and hear Bellamy whisper, “I love you so much.”

Your smile grows wider, and her eyes find yours over his shoulder, smiling at you in return. The moment ends when Indra calls out, “Octavia, they're here.”

They pull apart and Octavia walks forward, stopping at Indra’s side as the Flamekeepers lead in the ambassadors from each clan. They all stop just inside the door, looking towards her, and Octavia stands taller as she addresses them. “Oso laik won kru. En dison laik oso hou.”

We are one clan. And this is our home. She turns, and starts to walk back towards you, until she abruptly grabs Indra’s sword and points it at someone you didn't notice before. 

Echo. 

You were so focused on the Blake sibling reunion that you didn't even see her standing there. Probably for the best, because you feel a flash of anger as soon as you see her. Octavia holds her sword to Echo's neck. “Everyone except you.” 

“We had a deal. You said-”

Octavia cuts her off, voice low and angry. “I said your people would live. I didn't say anything about you. You can tell them we stole the bunker if you want, but the door's open now, so…”

She trails off, not needing to say anymore, and Indra steps closer to her. “Be thankful knowing your banishment will be short.”

Echo lifts a brow, knowing there’s nothing she can say to reverse this decision, and she mutters, “Praimfaya awaits.”

You all watch her turn and slip out of the room, disappearing from view, no longer your problem. Octavia, your family, Skairipa, the victor of Skaikru, turns back to her people, motioning towards the bunker door, “Monin hou.”

Welcome home. You smile at her, looking over her smudged make up and the blood splattered all over her face, so far from the girl hidden under the floor. And though you never knew her then, you know her now, and you’re proud. Proud of the strength she’s gained, the confidence she has, the leadership she’s now taking on. When you look over at Bellamy, you can tell he's thinking the same thing, both of you watching on as she leads the ambassadors towards the entrance to their new home.

-

As expected, chaos begins as soon as the clans enter the bunker.

The 100 survivors from each clan, minus Skaikru, have all gathered in the atrium of the bunker, awaiting instructions. All of you scramble to figure out the best way to get Skaikru from their beds and narrowed down to 100, so you can move all of the Grounders into their spots. Amidst the chaos of the planning, Raven radioes to let all of you know she’s still alive, and no longer going through with her spacewalking plans. She reversed her brain problems and seizures, and now awaits pick up to be brought back to the bunker to live with the rest of you. 

But the plans of her rescue get put on the back burner in favor of the plans in the bunker. Which is where you all stand now, in the office, standing around a map, trying to figure things out. You, your mom, Kane, Octavia, and Indra are listening to Kane’s thoughts, while Clarke stands nearby, half listening, half avoiding everyone, and Jaha stands at the door, looking out at the Grounders. He ignores everything Kane is saying, and turns around, pissed, glaring at the man he left outside to die. “You call this justice?”

Octavia’s response to him is cool and calm, unbothered by Jaha’s anger. “I call this making things right, thanks to my brother.”

Jaha turns his glare to Clarke. “You let this happen.”

The words visibly affect her, and she glances over at you, looking upset. You look away, not wanting to meet her eye, still pissed that she pointed a gun at you and Bellamy. Jaha continues, “How many of us have to die?”

Indra’s anger is less contained than Octavia’s, as evidenced by her response. “You're lucky it's not all of you.”

“Lucky?”

“We have 100 spots. The other clans have all chosen their survivors. We have to do the same.”

Jaha looks at Kane in shock, dissatisfied with his response. “100. We have over 4 times that.”

You roll your eyes at him. “A pain that I’m sure the other clans feel too.”

Jaha turns his anger back on Clarke. “Is this what you wanted?”

She shakes her head. “No one wanted this.”

“Want's got nothing to do with this!” Octavia’s calm anger finally explodes, tired of listening to Jaha’s whining. Not that you blame her. She turns to look at him, laying down the law. “Skaikru gets 100 beds, same as everybody else. Bellamy and his girl get one of them, the rest are up to you.”

She walks towards the door, tired of this meeting and this conversation. As she reaches it, she turns back to deliver one final message. “The death wave comes in 24 hours. You've got 12 to decide.”

And with that she walks out of the room, leaving the rest of you to watch her leave and handle the chaos left behind from her decision.

-

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#the 100 #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 rewrite #the 100 4x11

[alyssawritesssfics]

Hounded [1] 1. Pilot

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: violence, series spoilers

Summary: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Author’s Note: Hii, this is the repost of my series Hounded! I’ve decided to have each chapter represent an episode. I just personally like the look of it way more and find it easier for me to follow along with while writing (and hopefully you find it easier to follow along while reading it). Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you! PS. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask with your @ and I will add you to my list!

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The cement floor of my cell was cold against my legs, the sensation searing through the fabric of my jeans. I had sat here many times over the last few months, visualizing myself being blasted into space. It was a morbid thought, but one I could never seem to shake.

My cellmate Octavia let out a heavy sigh, pulling me from my thoughts. I examined her, lying across her cot on her stomach, her feet swaying back and forth in the air as she reread one of the few books she had for the hundredth time.

As I watched Octavia, an alarm began to sound within Skybox, causing Octavia to close her book and sit on the edge of her cot.

“What’s going on out there?”

I stood from my place on the ground, making my way over to our cell door. Peeking through the bars, I noticed guards piling in the main doors, opening cells and dragging people out of them.

“The guards, they’re removing people,” I spoke, my voice shaking.

Octavia stood up. “Moving people? Moving them where?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

We both watched the guards remove more and more people before finally, two reached our cell. Octavia and I stepped back, allowing the guards to enter. The first guard to enter carried a case with him.

“Prisoners 395 and 530, stand facing the wall.” One of the guards said.

Octavia and I complied, as the other guard asked us to extend our dominant hands. Octavia extended her right arm, while I extended my left. The guards reached into the case, pulling out large metal wristbands and placing them around our wrists.

“What’s going on? Neither of us is eighteen yet.”

Eighteen. That was when we’d be up for reevaluation, the council deciding whether or not we’d be floated.

“No questions.” One of the guards responded, pulling me away from the wall. “Let’s go, both of you.”

Octavia and I exited our cell, the place we’d called home for nearly a year now, entering the chaos that was Skybox. There were long lines of teenagers, most younger than myself, on each side, on all levels. We followed the line all the way out of Skybox, into a long corridor.

“I want to speak with my father,” I said, turning to face the guard behind me. “Marcus Kane, he’s on the council.”

The guard stared at me, his face expressionless. “Keep moving.”

“No,” I spoke, a glare appearing across my face. “Where is my father?”

The guard pulled out his shock baton, extending it. “I said, keep moving.”

Not wanting to go through being shocked again, I took a deep breath, turning back around and continuing to follow the line. Eventually, the guards who had taken Octavia and I disappeared, more guards lining the path to wherever we were going.

The further I get down the line, I finally see it. One of the Ark’s guards were scanning identification cards before ushering them onto… a dropship?

A dropship.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled to myself. “They’re sending us to the ground.”

…

“Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now.” I listened on as Chancellor Jaha appeared on several screens within the dropship.

Octavia and I had been separated, sent to different levels of the dropship. Looking around, I didn’t recognize many faces, only a few from Earth Skills.

“You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself.” He continued. “We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable.”

The sound of booing filled the dropship.

“The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years. If you survive this mission, your crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean.”

Chancellor Jaha continued on, though I began to tune it out. All I could think about was my father. Did he know about this? He had to have known, him being one of the Chancellor’s closet allies on the Ark.

As the thought of my father’s involvement drifted from my mind, the dropship jolted, sending my head forward, then back against the seat with brutal force. The dropship continued to shake, as screams filled the air.

“What’s happening?” A girl called out.

I had the same question.

The shaking lasted several minutes before finally, the dropship crashed. Everyone remained silent, unsure if we’d actually landed. After a few moments, people began unbuckling themselves, rushing towards the dropship doors.

I was one of the last to unbuckle myself, wanting to avoid the rush. By the time I had arrived, nearly everyone within the dropship was surrounding the door. As I peeked through the crowd, I spotted Octavia standing by the door, next to a taller boy I’d never seen before.

“Where’s your wristband?” I knew that voice.

Octavia spun around to face someone out of my view. “Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in over a year.”

While sharing a cell with Octavia, she’d told me many stories about her brother Bellamy. I almost wouldn’t have believed she even had one, if she didn’t bring him up so often. It was sweet though. I’d always wished I could’ve had a sibling.

That was against the law on the Ark.

“No one has a brother,” someone spoke.

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden under the floor!”

I watched as Octavia lunged forward, Bellamy grabbing her arm. “Octavia, no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.”

By now, I’d pushed my way further through the crowd.

“Yeah?” Octavia asked, looking back at her brother. “Like what?”

Bellamy smirked. “Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.”

With those words, Bellamy reached over and grabbed the dropship door’s handle, pulling it down. There was a faint bang before the door slowly began lowering, creating a platform that led to the ground.

It was beautiful, more so than I ever could’ve imagined. The ground was covered in grass, just like I’d seen in books on the Ark. Trees surrounded us, nearly covering the clear blue sky above us entirely. 

I watched as Octavia slowly made her way down the platform, looking back at her brother. He gave her a reassuring nod, and Octavia in turn took a deep breath before jumping off of the platform, her feet colliding with the ground.

We all watched her as she looked around, silent for a few moments. Finally, Octavia threw her hands in the air. 

“We’re back, bitches!”

Cheers erupted through the dropship, delinquents spilling out around Octavia and running through the forest surrounding us. I slowly made my way down the platform, bracing myself as if I expected to burst into flames the second I touched the ground.

Octavia looked back at me, smiling. “What are you waiting for?”

I jumped from the platform, my boots meeting the hard ground. “Oh my god… We’re really here.”

Octavia squealed, pulling me in for a hug. “No more tiny cells and uncomfortable beds for us.”

“Well, I imagine uncomfortable beds aren’t quite out of the picture yet.” I laughed.

“You’re probably right.” Octavia shrugged with a giggle.

Octavia rushed off to catch up with Bellamy, while I stood in place, taking everything in. As I looked around, my eyes fell upon the girl whose voice I recognized earlier; Clarke Griffin, my childhood best friend.

Clarke stood by the edge of a cliff, staring down at the map in her hands. A tall boy with medium-length brown hair stood next to her. Based on the look upon her face, I figured I should head over there.

“Clarke?”

Clarke turned around, her eyes widening. “Athena?”

I couldn’t help but smile. It had been a year since I’d spoken to Clarke, and she looked exactly the same today as she did then. I remembered hearing stories of Clarke being arrested, the reasons often varying, but I never actually thought those rumours were true.

“What’s with the map?” I finally asked.

Clarke took a deep breath. “Do you two see that peak over there?”

Both I and the boy nodded.

“Mount Weather,” Clarke said. “There’s a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.”

“Please tell me you’re joking?”

Clarke shook her head. “I wish I was.”

“We’ve got problems-” Wells Jaha, the son the Chancellor, spoke as he reached our little group. He stopped as his eyes landed on me. “Athena?”

I blinked, confusion setting over me. “Wells? What the hell did you do to get sent down here?”

“Don’t ask.” Wells shook his head, before continuing. “We’ve got problems. The communication system is dead. I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.”

“Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather,” Clarke responded, marching closer to the dropship. She spread her map out on one of the wings. “See? This is us.” Clarke pointed to a spot on the map. “This is where we need to get to if we want to survive.” She moved her finger across the map.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Wells asked.

Clarke’s face turned pale as she looked away. 

Wells sighed. “Your father.”

The two remained silent, as another boy with a pair of goggles strapped to his head approached. He leaned over Clarke’s shoulder, surveying the map.

“Cool, a map.” He spoke, looking Clarke up and down. “They got a bar in this town? I’ll buy you a beer.”

Wells lightly pushed the boy back. “Do you mind?”

“Woah.” The boy spoke, holding his hands up.

“Hey, hands off of him.” I turned to see a group of boys approaching. “He’s with us.” The rest of the delinquents were also gathered around us.

“Relax,” Wells spoke, stepping back. “We’re just trying to find out where we are.”

“We’re on the ground,” Bellamy spoke. “Is that not good enough for you?”

“We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father’s message. That has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father,” Octavia called out. “What, you think you’re in charge here? You and your little princess?” She was staring at Clarke.

Clarke shook her head. “Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder it’ll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek. So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Bellamy responded. “You two go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”

Everyone around us cheered.

“You’re not listening, we all need to go!” Wells urged. “Athena?”

Before I could respond, another boy spoke. “Athena Kane? You’re Marcus Kane’s daughter!”

“Your father floated my mother!”

“And my father!”

“Mine too!”

I looked at Wells, narrowing my eyes.

Wells shook it off. “We have to go, now.”

“Look at this everybody,” A boy stepped forward. “The Chancellor of Earth.”

“You think that’s funny?” Wells asked.

“No,” The boy responded, kicking Wells in the leg and watching him fall to the ground. “But that sure was.”

Cheers erupted through the forest, people begging them to fight.

“Come on, Wells.” The boy egged him on.

Wells stood up, getting into a fighting stance. Before any swings could be thrown, the medium-length haired boy jumped from the top of the dropship, landing between them.

“The kids got one leg.” He spoke to the boy. “Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight?”

“Hey, spacewalker!” Octavia called out. “Rescue me next.”

People began to laugh, the crowd dispersing. Bellamy grabbed Octavia’s arm, pulling her away.

“Uh,” The boy spoke to Clarke. “So, Mount Weather? When do we leave?”

“Right now,” Clarke replied, looking at Wells. “Finn and I will be back tomorrow with food.”

“How are the two of you going to carry enough food for a hundred people?”

Finn looked around, grabbing goggles boy and another. “Four of us.”

“Sounds like a party!” Octavia had rejoined the group. “Count me in.”

“What are you doing?” Bellamy asked.

Octavia rolled her eyes. “Going for a walk.”

Clarke suddenly reached for Finn’s hand. “Were you trying to take this off?”

The wristband.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, I don't know. Do you want the people you love to think you're dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dying.”

Finn nodded. “Okay.”

“Now, let’s go.”

“Wait,” I spoke up. “I’m coming with you.”

Clarke grabbed my hand, leading me away slightly. “I need you to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Wells can hardly walk and I need someone to help him keep an eye on things here. I know it’s been forever since we’ve talked, but I trust you a hell of a lot more than anyone else here.” Clarke spoke, her eyes shifting to Wells for a moment.

I smiled. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment.”

She smiled back. “You got this?”

I nodded. “Be safe.”

Clarke and I made our way back to the group. She grabbed a bag before looking at Wells, who sat on the ground leaning against the dropship. “You really shouldn’t have come here, Wells.”

With that, Clarke headed off into the forest alongside Finn, Octavia, and the two other boys I’d yet to meet.

I looked at Wells, frowning. “Let’s get you into the dropship so you can rest your foot in peace.”

…

A few hours later, I found myself returning to camp after going on a water run, my efforts having been futile. Just as I was about to reach the camp, I spotted Wells gathering sticks. He had also been searching for water the last I’d seen him.

“No luck?”

Wells looked up, startled. “No, you?”

I shook my head. “There’s gotta be water somewhere.”

“Just not anywhere near us,” Wells sighed. “Want to give me a hand with these?”

I picked up a pile of sticks, following Wells towards the dropship. We began dropping them in an already started pile when footsteps came up behind us.

“Find any water yet?” It was the same boy who had tried to fight Wells earlier. I recently learned his name was John Murphy. He stood beside another boy, also named John.

“No, not yet-” Wells paused, his face going pale before he quickly pulled himself back together. “I’m going back out if you want to come.”

I followed Wells’ gaze, spotting something carved into the dropship: first son, first to dye.

“You know, my father begged for mercy in the airlock chamber before your father floated him,” Murphy spoke, his eyes narrowed in on Wells.

Wells shook his head, pushing past the pair. “You spelt die wrong, geniuses.”

I attempted to follow Wells, though both boys blocked my way. “Where do you think you’re going? Don’t think we haven’t forgotten about what your father did.”

Shaking my head, I took a step back. “That was my father’s doing, not mine. The same goes for Wells. Feel free to take it up with them when they come down here though. I’ll be the last to stop you.”

Murphy looked me up and down for a moment before a smirk crept across his face. He didn’t say anything, simply stepping out of my way. I took it as an opportunity to join Wells, who still stood just a few paces behind them.

“We’re not safe here, Athena,” Wells whispered.

“No, we’re not,” I agreed. “There’s nothing you or I can do about it, not until Clarke and the others get back. We just have to lay low, watch each other’s backs, like the good old days.”

Wells smiled. “I’d give anything to go back there right now.”

I let out a small, shaking breath. “You and me both.”

…

Wells and I spent the rest of the afternoon searching for water, with no luck. As we came closer to the camp, I stopped. Noticing my absence from beside him, Wells also stopped, turning around to face me.

“Can I ask you something?” Wells nodded. “What happened with Clarke? I heard stories in lockup but never from anyone who had actually been there.”

Wells was quiet for a moment, kicking his feet around in the dirt. “Her father discovered a flaw in the Ark. That they’re running out of air. He wanted to go public with it.”

“But he didn’t?”

“Clarke found out and told me, and a few days later her father was arrested.”

My heart sank into my stomach. “You told your father, didn’t you?”

Wells shook his head. “It wasn’t me, but Clarke thinks it was.”

“So he was floated?” I was having a hard time processing all of this.

“Yeah,” Wells responded. “Clarke saw it happen, and then she was arrested too.”

I shook my head. “I had no idea…”

“That was kinda the point,” Wells mumbled.

I frowned. “You haven’t told Clarke it wasn’t you, have you?”

“I can’t tell her, Athena,” Wells said, not able to look me in the eye.

“Why not?”

Wells once again fell silent. “It was her mother.”

My eyes grew wide. “You’re sure?”

“It wasn’t me and I’m the only one Clarke told. Do you really think she’d expect her mother to turn her father in?” Wells asked. “I can’t tell her. It would break her, especially now.”

“So you let her hate you…”

Wells frowned. “Better than her hating her mother.”

I smiled softly. “You’re a really good friend, you know that?”

Before Wells could respond, the sound of screams filled the air. They were coming from the camp. Both of us looked at each other before hurrying our way back. By the time we arrived, there was a large crowd surrounding the campfire.

We both pushed our way through the crowd, spotting Murphy prying off a girl named Fox’s wristband. She winced as the wristband popped off, and Murphy tossed it into the fire.

“Who’s next?” Bellamy asked.

“What the hell are you doing?” Wells asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Bellamy smirked. “We’re liberating ourselves. What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re trying to kill us all.” I hissed.

“The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow.” Wells added.

“That’s the point, Chancellor,” Bellamy replied. “We can take care of ourselves, can’t we?”

Everyone around them cheered.

“Do you think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers.” Wells shouted, looking around the crowd. “I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?”

“My people are already down here,” Bellamy replied. “Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that.”

Wells shook his head. “My father didn’t write the laws.”

“No, he enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. Now, you two don't have to like it. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me even. You know why?” Bellamy’s smirk only grew wider. “Whatever the hell we want.”

“Whatever the hell we want!” Murphy cheered.

Everyone began chanting around us, repeating those five words over and over again. I couldn’t believe it. How could they all be so stupid? So selfish? They were going to get all of us killed.

Suddenly, I felt a speck of water hit my bare arm. Then another, and another. Then, water began falling from the sky rapidly.

“It’s rain,” A girl called out. “Real rain!”

The cheering began once again, as I lifted my head to stare at the sky, letting the rain wash over my face. It was as if all of my previous worries washed away for a few moments.

“We need to collect this,” Wells spoke up, yanking me from my bliss.

Bellamy smiled. “Whatever the hell you want.”

~

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[topazy]

What we found

Parings: John Murphy/ OC

Warnings: mentions of blood

Chapter: ten

Murphys

A look of amusement spread across my lips as I saw a woman spitting in Jaha’s face. “It’s good to see you're making friends.”

“Hello, John. Glad to see you made it down. I could use some help with the dead.”

I scoffed at his comment. “Go float yourself. These dead are on you, too, Chancellor.”

I left Jaha to deal with his own doings while trying to find Emori. When I found her I was surprised to see her packing a bag. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Stocking up,” she motioned to the bag in front of her. “What does it look like?”

“Stocking up for what, exactly?”

“It's not safe for my kind here.” She spoke in a low tone. “Freikdreina are forbidden. I have to leave this place, John.”

A felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. “What, are you gonna bail on me again?”

“I didn't bail on you. I came back.” She frowned at me, “I took the damn chip because Jaha said he would take me to you.”

I stared at her for a moment trying to take in her words. “Come with me to Arkadia.” Emori scoffed at me. “I'm serious, Emori, okay? We can be together there. My people will protect you.”

“You sure about that? How many times have they cast you out?”

She had a point. I took her hand, I needed her to trust me on this. “It's different now. They owe me. Okay, please? Come on.”

I felt like hours had passed before she answered. “Okay, fine. But it doesn’t hurt to still pick up a few things first, right?”

I nodded.

“Not that we have much to choose from, somebody else had the same idea as me.”

“Who?” I asked curiously.

Emori shrugged. “I don’t, who cares anyway.”

Bellamy

“How do we tell these people that the world is ending after everything they've been through?”

I let out a deep sigh as I focused on staring at the cracked wall in front of me while Clarke’s words ran through my head. Thousands of Azgeda warriors were inside the City of Polis. Roan was unconscious, and Echo claimed she would only talk to me.

I tried to mentally keep track of everyone but it was an impossible task.

“It won't get that far. Our objective is to buy time for Abby to save the King, and if you wanna help, grab a weapon, stand a post.”

Hearing Kane’s voice I was brought back to reality. I looked at him, Indra, and Murphy. “Take mine. I got this.”

“Sorry Bellamy,” Murphy gave me a strange look before walking away.

I scanned the room looking for a certain grounder but to my frustration I couldn’t see her. Kane placed his hand on my shoulder, “Bellamy?”

“Indra have you seen Cora?”

“No, not since she sulked off and I saw you go after her.” Indra gave me a knowing look. “Why?”

“Her home was in ice nation territory, I thought she might be useful.”

“Her family is dead because of the ice nation. She would most likely try and kill the spy, it’s for the best if Persephone isn’t here.”

I nodded in agreement, Indra was right. I needed to figure out another angle to play this, and fast.

Murphy

Emori smiled at me, and squeezed my hand. “I’m glad you changed your mind.”

“Me too.”

I zoned out while Emori continued to talk. My mind was in overdrive from everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. I wondered if anyone had noticed we were gone? Did any of them care?

Probably not.

Emori suddenly gripped my hand tighter. “What was that?”

“What?”

“It sounded like footsteps.”

We stopped walking and listened, a crunching sound came from behind us. I pulled Emori into me closer as we crouched down. It was getting dark quick and would make it easy for us to hide from…whoever was walking around us.

After a while we slowly stood up, but once we did the rustling noise started again. I held onto Emori’s hand and began walking at a faster pace. “I don’t think we are alone.”

“GET DOWN!”

Instantly I ducked and grabbed Emori down with me. A bow flew over my head and landed into the chests of someone.

“You need to watch for reapers.”

Emori jumped back up and began following the figure who was disappearing from the trees. “Hey, wait up. Who are you?”

I chased after her knowing this was a bad idea. We had no clue who that person was, or who else was in the forest. Damn it. I’d lost sight of both of them.

“John!”

I ran to the sound of her voice. Emori was standing still when I found her. I placed my hands on her face, “are you okay?”

She nodded, and pointed to the bottom of the slope behind me. “I didn’t…it was an accident…”

I carefully started to make my way down when Emori called after me. “What are you doing?”

“I need to check for a pulse. Whoever this is, they saved us.”

Once I got to the bottom of the slope I turned the person who was face down onto their back. “Cora…” I whispered. “It’s Cora, I need help to move her!”

As I waited for Emori to get down I brushed some stray twigs out of her face and noticed a cut bleeding on her forehead. It wasn’t bleeding much, but enough that some of it rubbed off on my hand. I rubbed my hand on my trousers and noticed how dark it looked, even at night it could tell it was different. It was black blood.

Cora is a nightblood.

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The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed (Clexa, The 100 AU)

I have no justification for this.

Major thanks @kokkoro who let me scream on Discord about this idea and @moczothe1st who lent his wonderful Batverse expertise because what I know of the lore is so small it could fit into a thimble.

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It was moments like these where Clarke realized it’d be so much easier to let go.

There was darkness dancing around the corners of her vision and she tasted blood on her tongue, and everything hurt. She’d fallen, she thought--fallen too far, broken something. Another fight, another misjudged jump, another gadget malfunction. She couldn’t remember; her brain had gone fuzzy alarmingly fast. All she knew was she was on the ground when she wasn’t before, and everything hurt.

God. It’d be so easy.

She could just close her eyes, she thought. It wouldn’t be hard; the darkness was already there on the edge, waiting for her like an old friend. She could just close her eyes, and the pain would stop. Raven was shouting somewhere in her ear and well, okay, that was rude, but she was so tired and everything hurt so it was easy to ignore it.

It’d be so easy. All she had to do was close her eyes.

(This was what Clarke remembered, always:

She remembered Jake lunging for the gun the moment it was aimed at his wife and child.

She remembered Abby shoving her behind her body even as her husband fell and died in front of her.)

She groaned, bringing her hand to her earpiece. “Jesus, Raven, I’m right here.”

It came out wrong--slurred and ragged and she coughed up something wet and warm with it--but Raven laughed and it almost sounded like crying. “Holy fuck, Clarke--”

“Please tell me we got something from that. I don’t think I can do it a second time.” She couldn’t remember what it was right now and that was a little alarming, but she absolutely knew whatever it was she couldn’t do it again.

“I’ll look at the data in a second, okay, I’ll look at it all when you get back, I promise. Just stay awake, Wells is on his way right now.”

“Mkay.” Clarke’s hand fell away and she sighed, gingerly rolling over onto her back and gripping her ribs as she turned her gaze to the stars overhead.

She didn’t close her eyes.

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Clarke was counting the stars in the sky when Wells arrived. His car was silent--it always was--so she tilted her head slightly to watch him pull up and park as close to her as he dared. She managed a weak smile, gave a small salute, and tried to ignore how wet his responding chuckle was.

He knelt down next to her, but he didn’t touch yet. “You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit.” It should have been funny, she wanted it to be funny, but the sigh those words came out on hurt too much for her to try. “I think… brain’s still a little fuzzy, but my chest took the worst of it. Landed on my side. Might have banged my head, since I can’t think clearly.”

Wells took her words for what they are; he finally reached out, gingerly urging her to sit up and slinging her arm over his shoulders. “I’ll take a look when we get you home,” he promised. “Just gotta get through the next few minutes, okay? One, two—“

Clarke lurched up before three, but Wells braced himself and went up with her, tightening his grip on her wrist and resting a tentative, steadying hand on her hip, mindful of her side. Her legs held for a single, hopeful second before ultimately betraying her, and she leaned on her best friend like he was the only thing keeping her steady, felt the way he leaned back into her to support her.

Wells Jaha, her rock.

If only he knew.

“Sorry,” she managed, once she could catch her breath.

Wells shook his head. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”

“My bike—“

“I’ll pick it up later. Let’s go home, Clarke.”

Clarke nodded tiredly, nuzzling into the space where Wells’ neck met his shoulder, and she finally closed her eyes.

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Clarke’s sleep was dark and dreamless, and when she finally managed to open her eyes again she was back home, true to Wells’ word.

Or, well--she was under home, if she wanted to be technical about it. As she blinked blearily, she could tell that from the sound alone; the faint roar of the distant waterfall and the steady, soothing drip of water on rock, the low hum of the underground stream. For all intents and purposes the cave was basically a part of home at this point, so she more or less considered it the same thing.

As her gaze finally cleared and sharpened, she became aware of the fact someone was beside her. She didn’t have to even tilt her head to figure out who it was; the pure aura of anger she could feel prickling next to her gave away who it was immediately. “If you want to say I look like shit, Wells already beat you to it,” she said, figuring the words couldn’t make anything worse .

“It’s almost like you look like shit because you didn’t wait for me,” Octavia snapped, and Clarke finally accepted the inevitable and tilted her head slightly to look at the other woman seated next to her. The brunette had taken off her mask and had tucked away her crossbow, but it didn’t do anything to help the fury blazing in her eyes.

Clarke grimaced and shifted on the cot Wells had settled her on, holding up both hands carefully. “You were dealing with a raid,” she began. “Even if I had called for you, by the time you would have made it to me--”

“Bullshit, I know the city like the back of my hand and you know it. I could have been there in a few minutes, tops. You just couldn’t be assed to wait.”

“This was a huge tip, okay? I had to move on it while it was still fresh. And it worked out, didn’t it? I still got the information.” Clarke paused, pressed her lips together. “Plus, considering the welcome I got in that warehouse, I don’t know how much having you with me would have helped.”

“I’m going to kill her,” Octavia told Wells as he came back from the massive computer Raven was hunched over, furiously working and ignoring her three old friends. “I’m sorry you went through so much trouble to bring her back here.”

Wells paused, looking between them for a moment. “Can I at least check her over before you kill her?”

Clarke groaned. “Wells.”

Octavia leaned back in her chair, wordlessly giving the man permission. Wells stepped up to Clarke’s side, and the blonde instinctively straightened up as he flicked on a flashlight and skimmed it over her eyes, lingering for a moment before he tucked it away. “She isn’t wrong,” he finally said. “You should have waited.”

“Wells--”

“Now you have a minor concussion and a few broken ribs for your trouble. You’re not dead, so there’s that, and maybe you’re right and her presence wouldn’t have helped, but you know what? It couldn’t have hurt.”

There was nothing Clarke could think to say in response to any of that; nothing she could say to that, so instead she huffed quietly and slumped back into her pillow. Beside her, Octavia let out a low whistle. “Damn, Jaha,” she said. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“You’re acting like I’ve never gotten hurt before,” Clarke finally sighed.

“You’ve gotten hurt before, you’ve never been reckless before,” Wells snapped back. “The information was good, but you wouldn’t have lost anything by waiting five or ten minutes for Octavia to back you up.”

Clarke chewed her bottom lip, before she finally shifted carefully and nodded. “You’re right,” she conceded. “I got… excited, and I rushed into this without thinking. I’m sorry.”

Octavia let out another whistle. “Damn, Jaha. Can you tell me what your secret is? Every time I try to get her to admit she’s wrong it’s like pulling teeth.”

“Fuck off, Octavia.”

Octavia grinned, getting to her feet. “You love me. You’ll be taking it easy for at least a day or two with those injuries?”

Clarke’s immediate response was to open her mouth and say no, she wasn’t about to do any such damn thing because the city’s underbelly was hardly going to stop running just because she’d gone and gotten herself hurt, but a look from Wells made the words turn to ash on her tongue. “A couple hours,” she said. “Maybe a day. I can still do some light patrolling, right?”

Wells sighed. “Let’s see how that concussion clears up first.”

The blonde smirked, unable to resist. “And you always said you never wanted to be a doctor.”

He chuckled. “We do what we have to.”

“Damn right we do.” Clarke shifted her head slightly, peering at where Raven still was by the computer--Octavia had lovingly dubbed it the Bat-Computer, but the other woman absolutely refused to let the name stick. “We get anything worthwhile from that information, Rae?”

“Si, jefa. As usual, I’m a genius. You’re welcome.” Raven stood up from the chair and pulled the drive out, making her way over to her friends. “Took a little bit of cleaning up to get a decent look at it, but here you go. All the proof you need that Carl Emerson has been selling those modified weapons circulating through the black market recently.”

It was really just confirmation of what they all already knew, and in the grand scheme of things Emerson was ultimately a bit player, but it was a small thread weaved into a much grander whole, and Clarke would take what she could tonight. Hurting like this, she needed a win. “You’re the best.”

“I always am, babe, keep up.” Raven took a moment to look Clarke over, subtly shifting her weight off of her bad leg; it always started to ache if she spent too long working, but she could ignore it for a little longer. “We can probably run this to someone and still get an official arrest. You up for that, or…”

Clarke wanted to say she was, because she knew exactly who was waiting for this information and she wasn’t sure Octavia would play nice with her; the brunette was blunt at the best of times with people who weren’t involved in her inner circle, and Commissioner Kane had developed a thick skin for it over her years of activity in the city, but an outsider would definitely be present at the drop off tonight. Besides that, the information had been given to Clarke, not to Octavia, and her pride demanded she be the one to finish what she’d started.

Clarke wanted to say she was up for it, but she felt the burn as she breathed and could only imagine the kind of headache she’d get from trying to move that much so soon after hitting her head, and beyond all of that she was pretty sure that if she did say it Wells and Octavia would team up and finally kill her.

What Clarke said instead, with a deep sigh that almost made her ribs ache, was “Octavia, don’t make me regret this.”

“Hey now.” Octavia plucked the drive from Raven’s hand. “I can play nice when I have to. It’s just Kane, right? I’ve worked with him a million times now. I’m actually starting to like him.”

“It won’t just be Kane tonight. So please actually be nice? At least try to be?”

Green eyes slowly narrowed, looking the blonde over. “Who else will be there?”

“Well, the person who passed that information to me, for one. She might help us out more in the future, so again, be nice. Please.”

“You’re being oddly tight lipped about this.” Octavia glanced between Raven and Wells. “Either of you know anything about this?”

Raven held up both hands, backing off. “No, nope, I’m not getting involved. I already told Clarke this was potentially a bad idea, I’m not having that argument again. I’m going home now that my work is done, because unlike you losers I actually have a stable romantic partner who enjoys my company.”

Wells sighed. “No one you’d know,” he told Octavia. “I can vouch that she’s clear, though. Even if Clarke got reckless tonight to have some results for her.”

“Traitor,” Clarke groaned.

“That tells me a whole lot of nothing, but fine. I’ll go and I’ll play nice, whatever that even means because neither of you are telling me anything about this supposed new contact.” Octavia paused. “And I’m going as I am. I’m not playing dress up again to be you.”

Clarke chuckled, closing her eyes. “Oh, man. We haven’t done that in awhile.”

“We’re never doing it again if I have any control over it.”

“You two are idiots,” Raven cut in, but her voice was affectionate as Clarke opened her eyes again--she wasn’t going to risk keeping them closed for too long at the moment. “If that’s all settled, I’m going to head out. I think I’ve done all I can for tonight.”

The blonde tilted her head, smiling tiredly at the Latina. “Good work tonight, Raven. You really came through.”

“Yeah, yeah, you say that every time.” The words were softened by the kiss the other woman pressed to her forehead. “Try and get some sleep, jefa. I’ll see you later?”

“Always.”

“Good. See you later too, Wells. Don’t kill anyone, Octavia.”

Wells gave Raven a small wave at the same time as Octavia flipped her off. Raven responded to both of these gestures with a blown kiss, and then she was gone. Octavia studied where she’d been for a moment, then dropped her hand to Clarke’s shoulder and squeezed. “I agree with what she said,” she murmured. “Try and get some sleep, Clarke. You look like you really need it.”

“That hurts. That’s hurtful.”

“It’s supposed to hurt, I’m trying to shame you into sleeping.”

“You’re such an ass.” But Clarke’s hand came up and found Octavia’s, squeezed reassuringly.

“You’ve known that about me for years.” Octavia lingered a moment, then pulled away. “I’ll head out then for this meeting with Kane and your mystery informant. Usual place, right?”

“Mm, yeah. Top of the precinct near the signal. They’ll be expecting me, so you won’t have to wait for them.”

The brunette grinned. “The Bat Signal?”

Clarke groaned. “Go. I’ll--try to get some sleep.”

Octavia left--finally--with a promise to send Clarke a message in the morning letting her know how the meeting had gone. The blonde took a quiet breath, tilting her head slightly to look at the man who was left sitting beside her. “Hey,” she said, finally giving in and letting exhaustion seep into her tone. Letting pain seep into her tone because God, she hurt.

“Hey,” Wells answered, his eyes soft.

“Do I still look like shit?”

That got a laugh out of him, even if it sounded as exhausted as she felt. “A little, yeah. It’s not as bad as when I found you, but…”

“That’s fair.” Clarke sighed. “Help me up? I think the world’s going to spin if I try to do it myself.”

Wells was already getting to his feet before she even finished speaking; when she held out her hand, he took it without any hesitation. They’d done this now a thousand times, and there was no doubt in either of them they’d be doing it a thousand times more as he pulled her up, easily slinging her arm over his shoulders and bracing his hand against her back to help steady her as she staggered on her feet for the second time that night.

“Thanks,” the blonde managed, when the pain from moving faded enough for her to be able to manage words. “Wells?”

“Yeah, Clarke?”

“You can pick up my bike tomorrow. Can you just… stay with me tonight? Please?”

Clarke knew she didn’t need to ask, not really. Wells had been by her side when her parents had been buried on a cloudy, rainy day, and he hadn’t complained when she’d held his hand so tightly she was sure it had to hurt. He’d had his chance to leave when she’d been seventeen and struggling to breathe, and yet he’d chosen to stay. She didn’t need to ask him every time.

Yet, a part of her still needed the confirmation. The reminder that after everything, he was still beside her and ready to keep going with it.

“Of course.” His voice was steady, like always. “Come on, lean on me. We’ll deal with everything in the morning.”

It may not have been the ending to her night Clarke had wanted, but it wasn’t the ending it could have been. She was willing to take it.

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“She’s late.”

From most people, that would have been an accusation; when Anya said it, it was simply a statement of fact. Lexa watched her breath mist in the late night--early morning? She didn’t know what time it was, she hadn’t brought her phone with her--air, and didn’t reply. The words weren’t meant for her.

Marcus Kane’s eyes were still trained on the signal he’d lit, patient. “She’ll come,” he said.

“And if she doesn’t?”

“She will. If she doesn’t, Huntress will instead.” Marcus shrugged, finally shifting his eyes to look at the women. “One of them will come.”

Lexa’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give that information to Huntress,” she said. “I gave it to Batwoman, and I expect Batwoman to be the one coming to us with the results.”

“You’ll have to learn to live with disappointment, then.”

Anya’s entire body stiffened at the same time Lexa’s heart jumped at the unfamiliar voice. She wasn’t even sure where the new person had come from; she seemed to have simply materialized from the shadows, and the only thing that gave her away was the gleam of her eyes and the splashes of purple and white against the black of her suit.

Marcus smiled slightly; in comparison to his companions, he actually seemed to relax at the sight of their visitor. “Huntress.”

Huntress--not Batwoman--glanced at him, dipping her head slightly in greeting. “Commissioner.” Her eyes slid past him, focusing on the man standing quietly near the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. It might have been a trick of the dark, but Lexa swore her gaze actually softened when she looked at him. “Officer.”

Keeping watch by the door, Lincoln lifted his hand in response to her acknowledgement, and now Lexa knew the night was playing tricks on her because she could have sworn the large, usually quiet and reserved man actually smiled slightly. She and Anya shared a glance, communicating without a single word.

“Anyway.” Huntress reached into her belt, flipping open a pouch. “I’ve got the flash drive right here. Batwoman got the information and it’s all been cleaned up for your use. I think you’re going to like what it says.”

Lexa looked the other woman over. Of the two vigilantes that called Arkadia home, she’d ultimately chosen to reach out to Batwoman for a reason; by all accounts Huntress was steady enough and trusted by the people of the city, but she had a ruthless streak that her companion didn’t share. Lexa had wanted to get her information, preferably without any blood on her hands if she could manage it, and she’d known Batwoman was the best chance she had of accomplishing that.

Instead of Batwoman, though, it was Huntress who had returned with the information.

Before Lexa could let her train of thought reach its logical conclusion, her eyes met the other brunette’s. Huntress looked at her for a moment, then at Anya, then back at Lexa again before she snorted. “Ah,” she said. “I see. You’re the informant she was being so tight lipped about, I assume?”

Lexa’s eyebrows went up, but she stepped forward and accepted the flash drive when Huntress held it out to her. “I didn’t know she mentioned me.”

“She didn’t mention you at all besides saying you’d be here, that was half the problem.” She rolled her eyes when Anya’s gaze hardened, her mouth beginning to open; the vigilante held up a hand before she could speak. “Relax,” she said. “Like I said, I don’t know anything about either of you besides the fact that you’re new, and frankly I don’t care to know who you are. Bats is the one who plays nice with you types.”

Anya didn’t relax an inch. ��You seemed perfectly fine with the Commissioner and Forest.”

Huntress shrugged. “I’m used to them, so I tolerate them now. It’s not personal. If that’s all, can I go? I was just supposed to drop this thing off, not have tea and a friendly chat.”

What a charming woman.

Anya rolled her eyes at the same time Kane gave an amused, almost tired shake of his head, and Lexa could have sworn Lincoln was actually trying to muffle a laugh back by the door into the building as Huntress turned away to head back out. After that exchange it was terribly tempting to keep quiet and let the other woman go on her way, but…

“Is Batwoman okay?”

That made Huntress pause, and she turned back around to give Lexa a quiet look. The other brunette met her gaze evenly, even as she could feel her temper beginning to fray along the edges. She’d given the information to Batwoman assuming that it would be an easy enough task that would end with nobody dead, and now there was a very real possibility that she had been wrong. Lexa hadn’t been in Arkadia for long, and her partnership with the other vigilante was recent, but the thought still sat poorly with her.

Eventually Huntress decided she must have liked what she saw as Lexa continued to hold her gaze, because she finally sighed. “She’s fine,” she said. “If you’re out and about tomorrow night I’m sure you’ll see her again.”

That was all Lexa was going to get out of her, it seemed, because right after she said those words she just--stepped off the building like it was nothing. Lexa’s heart briefly flew into her throat before she heard the whistle of a grappling hook, and then Huntress was gone almost as silently as she’d come.

There was a beat of silence.

“She seems nice,” Anya said at last as Kane made his way over to her and Lexa, taking the flash drive from her when she offered it.

“She’s kept us safe for years,” Kane replied, his tone even but firm; Anya got the hint and kept her mouth shut, though Lexa could see the way she briefly clenched her jaw. “We should go inside and take a look at this. Knowing Batwoman it’s been cleaned up, but it could still be a lot of information to work through. The sooner we get through it the better.”

Lexa wordlessly agreed. She’d come this far to get what she had in her hands now; hopefully, she only needed a little bit more to see things through to the end. She didn’t know what came for her after this was all done--she’d never let herself think that far ahead--but she knew she was getting closer to it, step by step. It would do her well to go inside as quickly as Anya had followed after Kane and Lincoln, blowing into her hands to try and bring some warmth back into her body after almost an hour of the night chill.

Instead she lingered by the door, letting her eyes gaze out over the city that was either tucked away peacefully in sleep or just starting to stir in the early morning. She waited, hoping against all hope that maybe, just maybe Huntress would be wrong and Batwoman would somehow magically materialize in front of her. The other woman’s words had been less than helpful, and Lexa had always had an awfully vivid imagination.

(Nia had been counting on that.)

Lexa waited, but Batwoman didn’t appear, and with one final look out over the city the brunette stepped inside and closed the door behind her, taking a moment to rub her eyes before she checked the lock and headed downstairs to see what information they now had

Sleep could wait. There was still work to be done.

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