#Bellamy Blake deserves better than this shit

[yiangchen]

Bob Morley, the male Filipino lead of The 100, is not on the poster for the final season. Yikes, but I am unsurprised. 

#yes i know this has nothing to do w screen time in s7 #hes still second in the credits and hes still the male lead #but holy fuck if that isnt shitty #bob deserves so much better than this shit show and always has #bob morley #bellamy blake #the 100

[midnightswonderland]

Octavia was badass for like .5 seconds until Jason pulled a Rothen-burnout and fucked her character over yet again. *whispers* If you couldnt tell I really hate Octavia's character arc.

#the 100 #octavia blake #she deserves better than all this black metal shit #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #abby griffin #marcus kane #monty green #echo #raven reyes #john murphy #emori #uggghhhh this show

[astridandoddsandends]

#TheBestOfBellarke

Bellarke Creator Shoutout: Part 2.

1. Bellamy Blake fanart (May 21, 2021) by lallixart (Instagram).

2. Bellamy Blake fanart (September 9, 2021) by lallixart (Instagram).

3. "He’s among my stars now; a blessing and a curse always in sight but just out of reach" by ejtcylor (Twitter) - Bellamy Blake fanart.

4. Bellamy Blake fanart (Etherea) by @silvernyxa (Tumblr).

5. “My little princess” by @laura-mago-art-fanart (Tumblr) - Bellamy Blake fanart - Bellamy embracing his daughter.

6. "And the universe said I love you..." by @silvernyxa (Tumblr) - Bellamy Blake fanart.

7- Bellamy + mythology references by @bellamyblake (Tumblr) - Bellamy Blake gifset.

8. Bellamy Blake fanart by marambaia.art (Instagram) for scarletbela (Twitter).

9. The 100 Season 7 Episode 13 "Blood Giant" Bellamy Rant by Maymoney In Da' Building (Youtube) - Review.

《I'm just like wtf and [...] when it happened I was like not even prepared for it. I didn't even feel emotionally prepared for it and then she just left him bleeding on the f floor to die alone. He's been a character since season one, episode one, male lead. It's like what happened behind the scenes that's so bad for you to like... have no professionalism to write his character off correctly. You can kill him off. I don't want Bellamy to die, he's my favorite character, but if he dies give him a better depth than that garbage that you just tried to force down our throats and make us accept like [...]. You just ruin this entire f show for me. I'm pissed, I feel so... It's so stupid, it doesn't make any sense and it doesn't make any sense for all of the other characters to just write him off as a villain like so easily when he's done nothing but protect them and believe in them and save them and all sorts of things [...]. I mean it's outrage, it's disrespectful, it's disrespectful to the fans too [...].》

《You were just a spiteful small little heartless little man, okay? And you know who I'm talking about. I'm talking about this f writer because there's no way like [...]. You must have no experience with love or relationship at all because that's not how it works. Whatever you're going through in your personal life you need to learn how relationships and love f works. And because this ain't how it works you have to be real small and stupid and ignorant and just egotistical to pull that [...]. I feel hella hurt and betrayed by that bs and I hope you never ever write anything ever again.》

《That shit's just wrong bro that [...] is just wrong and it's like damn... He wasn't even in the season and the season for me personally suffered because Bellamy wasn't there. There was no Bellamy in it and when we finally got him things were looking up... Even though he was on the wrong side I was still happy to have his character in because he's a dynamic character that we all love and it don't matter what side he's on because we always know that he comes back to the right side. He can make mistakes but that'll mean he can't come back. But you just completely obliterated everything that he stood for as a character in the whole message that we thought... I guess was trying to be portrayed with his character . But apparently I must be stupid, okay? I must be just dumb as f because everything that I thought his character stood for... Love for his friends and family and trying to always trying to protect the people that he cared about and his people... Obviously that just goes out the window like... What was it all? What was the point?》

《It doesn't matter to me because obviously this show doesn't matter to you. Obviously the character of Bellamy doesn't matter to you, so why should I care when your spin off... I hope it spins all the way off into oblivion where it never is seen by a soul.》

10. The 100 7x13 "Blood Giant" | Reaction - "Ranting about how bad this show has gotten for almost half an hour" by Bia Reacts (Youtube). - Review.

《Bob, if you ever watch this... I'm so sorry, you deserved so much better than this and also I would like to point out... I have been in this fandom for a while now and I would just like to say [...] Hey, Jason. We all know what happened, okay? And if you're watching this... We know what happened, we know why this happened, okay? You can't fool us, you can't fool us. We know why this happened. [...] We all know what happened and Bob, I'm legit sorry, I'm utterly frustrated and mad and I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for Eliza too that she has, she had to, you know, shoot the scene... This is so disrespectful. The thing that makes me very angry is that this right here was just for shock value, you know? You are doing a tv show just because of the shock value. You're not thinking about the story and when you do a tv show I mean... Don't get me wrong, I love plot twists on the story. I love to be surprised but every plot twist, every good plot twist has a story behind it and if you do it only for the shock value you're just doing it to try to prove a point. You're just doing it to say "oh, I can do a plot twist on my show. I can surprise you. I can make your brain explode", you know? But you're not doing it for the sake of the story, you're just doing it to try to prove a point. You're just doing it to say "oh, my show is edgy, I can do plot twists, I can make people think" but you're forgetting everything that makes your show your show. You're forgetting all the character developments, you're forgetting all the relationship between the characters, you're forgetting all the story. It's just centered on the plot and this is not how a good tv show is.》

Part 1.

#thebestofbellarke #bellamy blake #bellamy blake appreciation #bellarke #bellamy blake fanart #bellamy blake gifset #bellarke creator shoutout #the 100 reviews #i had planned to post this days ago #but i was really busy #bellarke fandom #bellamy blake rant #bob morley #eliza taylor #anti jason rothenberg #season 7 disaster #bellamy blake edit #my posts

[firelxdykatara]

the 100 for the asks <3

ahhhhhhh, the Numbers Show my beloathed

blorbo (favorite): Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake. They can't be separated, I refuse--they're the heart and soul head of the show, it just doesn't WORK without them, and the proof is right there in that dumpsterfire of an ending. I love them both so much, and I happily ignore the way jrot tried to destroy them, and I hope he never works again--he had gold in his hands and squandered it, but at least the bellarke fandom has managed to spin it into endless beautiful tapestries.

scrunkly (my baby): MONTY GREEN. He's friend-shaped and I love him so much, and if nothing else at least he got to have a long life with Harper (and didn't have to witness that shitheel of a final season). He always deserved so much better than the show or fandom gave him.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated fave): WELLS FUCKING JAHA. He was only in four episodes but I've never gotten over his death, he deserved SO much better and there was a chance for the show to at least pay lipservice to understanding how foundational he was to the show by having him appear to Clarke in the finale but no jrot had to suck up to the cl*xas instead and I'm still bitter about it.

glup shitto (obscure fave): Anya kom Trikru. She should have been the Commander and I WILL die on this hill, and her potential was utterly wasted by having her killed and replaced with Lexa (and clanya would've been a much better story but that's another discussion), and I'll forever be bitter about it, especially since the show immediately forgot she ever existed (and most of the fandom did too). Also, how do you have a goddess like Dichen Lachman on your cast and squander her SO badly, I Do Not Understand.

poor little meow meow (problematic fave): John Murphy, hands down. I actually really loved his growth through the seasons, and a lot of shit was done with his character that I did not like, but at the end of the day I think he was at his best when he was being a complete and utter jackass who still would do the right thing if push REALLY came to shove.

horse plinko (punching bag): Echo. For Reasons.

eeby deeby (superhell bound): Lexa. Also For Reasons.

ask me about blorbos from my shows!

#the 100 #librastrai #asked #ask game

[pretend-writer]

Down Below (Chapter 69)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, John Murphy x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: swearing, violence, hallucinations

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The sound of shuffling woke me up, realizing that the last thing I remember was having an argument with Bellamy. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a figure’s back towards me as they were digging through some stuff.

‘W-where are we?’ I mumbled, still trying to figure out why I was inside a building when we were in the woods earlier.

‘Y/N, you’re up.’ Echo turned around as she heard me, quickly kneeling next to me.

My thoughts automatically went to her and Bellamy, imagining the two of them kissing up in space; definitely not something I wanted to wake up to. Trying to get up, I felt aches everywhere in my body followed by a pounding in my head.

Hearing me wince, Echo spoke gently. ‘You’re in no shape to be moving around. The force field nearly killed you. Luckily, Jackson saved you just in time.

‘Yeah, lucky.’ I murmured, hopefully quiet enough that she didn’t hear me. That wasn’t the case as I knew she heard me. With a worried face, she looked at me.

‘I’m sorry Y/N.’ Echo blurted, biting her lip as she felt embarrassed. The tension I felt between us, I knew where she was going with this conversation. ‘He never mentioned about you. And the kiss... it just happened. I swear I didn’t know anything.’

As I sat up, I tried to avoid eye contact with her. I knew it wasn’t entirely her fault, she wouldn’t have known better. Echo was in a different clan before Praimfaya, It was not like Bellamy and I announced our relationship as if it was some big celebration.

Not that any of that mattered, really. After all, Bellamy was the one that committed to our relationship and broke the trust between us. Even with that logic in my head, I felt some type of way towards Echo.

‘I don’t care anymore.’ I lied, mostly to convince myself to forget and move on but it was hard when people constantly reminded me of Bellamy and the things he had done. Even seeing him every single day hurt me, of course it was hard to forget. ‘Just forget it okay?’

‘No, that’s not right and I want to apologize to you personally. I hope you kno-’

Loud shouting was heard from outside, Echo and I quickly turned to where the voice was coming from. As I got on my feet, Echo shook her head. ‘Y/N, you’re recovering and nearly died. You need to rest.’

Knowing that it was John screaming from outside, I knew I had to help him. ‘I’ll be fine.’

Leaving the room, I went outside to check what was going on. My jaw immediately dropped, looking around the beautiful castle and the amazing atmosphere that surrounded it.

‘Woah.’ A word escaped my mouth as I saw how empty the place was, despite how astonishing and new everything seemed. How was all of this nice things built here but there were no signs of people anywhere? Something didn’t add up.

My mind shifted when I heard John yelling again, forgetting as I was distracted from the beautiful environment. I rushed towards his voice, revealing him and Bellamy having a heated conversation.

‘It’s your fault Bellamy!’ John shoved Bellamy.

‘I wasn-’ Bellamy paused as he looked over at me. ‘Reyes... you’re-’

John turned around, instantly walking over to me as he hugged me tightly. ‘Y/N oh my.. I’m so glad you’re okay.’

‘What’s going on?’ I looked around as Clarke, Miller, Jackson, Shaw and Emori surrounded Bellamy and Murphy.

‘You two left for five minutes and the next thing I know, you’re lying on the ground unconscious right next to Bellamy.’ John said with petty.

‘For the billionth time, we didn’t know there was something guarding the place. Why would I want to hurt Reyes?’

John chuckled sarcastically, ‘Maybe because I’m with her and you’re jealous? You’re mad you fucked up your own relationship, getting pissed at me and Y/N. How stupid.’

Clarke stood between Bellamy and Murphy. ‘Guys, that’s enough. Y/N is okay, that’s all that matters. We should get back to figuring out what this place is.’

I bit my lip. ‘I don’t think it’s a right idea for us to scout the place. We should just be polite and wait for someone to get back.’

Miller nodded. ‘I agree. We have to try to make a good impression. If there really is someone living here, the last thing we need is war.’

‘Polite... how cute.’ Emori laughed, ‘Skafaiya wants to be polite for the new people. Am I the only one that finds this funny?’

‘Can we please just focus on figuring out a way to find these people that may possibly still live here?' Shaw rolled his eyes, I bet we argued more than McCreary and Diyoza.

‘Come on, Y/N. Let’s talk now that we’re face to face.’ Emori approached me, ‘What are you going to tell these people huh? That you’re worthy of their time and space?’

My body was aching from whatever happened to me in the woods and I honestly just wanted to rest. Now knowing that it was just John and Bellamy bickering at each other again, I didn’t feel the need to start an argument myself.

‘Do we really have to do this? I’m not in the mood right now.’

‘So now you don’t want to be a psycho killer? Interesting.’

I rolled my eyes, I’ve cried and begged for people to forgive my disgusting act and frankly I didn’t feel like doing that again; Especially for Emori.

‘Y/N. Are you scared? You’re scared huh?’ Emori then screamed, glaring as her eyes showed pure hatred. ‘Y/N!’

‘Emori, just stop.’

‘No, fuck you.’ She ran towards me with a knife that she gripped tightly on her hand, jumping onto me without hesitation.

I tried really hard to fight her off but with my sore body, it was unlikely. The knife lightly went through my skin, causing my shoulder to slowly bleed.

Miller and Murphy each grabbed Emori’s arms, pulling her off of me as she kicked and screamed.

Clarke kneeled next to me, checking on my shoulder. ‘You seem to have a fan club, Y/N.’

‘Uhm guys?’ Echo came out from the building with a children’s book on her hand. ‘I seriously think other people live here.’

Jackson suddenly screamed, running towards Bellamy with an angry expression on his face. Bellamy’s eyes widened, confused about what was happening. ‘Jackson?’

Panic flushed across Echo’s face as she saw the way Jackson and Emori was acting, she turned her head to gaze the sky. ‘Shit.’

‘What?’ Clarke asked.

‘The book... it’s happening.’ Echo flipped the page, tracing her finger under the sentences. ‘The Red Sun. It has some sort of power that can make people lose their minds.’

Bellamy grunted, holding onto Jackson as he tried to reach out for him. ‘How do we stop this?’

‘We can’t. We have to wait until The Red Sun is gone.’

‘There were some chains inside some buildings. We have to get moving, now!’ Clarke got up, helping me stand up on my feet as well.

Tugging and pulling on Emori and Jackson, we finally got both of them chained up against the wall. Jackson stared at Miller with sad eyes, ‘Please baby. Don’t do this.’

‘I’m sorry, I have no choice.’ Miller murmured back at his boyfriend, chaining himself on the opposite side of the room.

‘You sure you want to stay in here?’ Bellamy asked Miller.

‘Yeah, I feel safe knowing how he’s doing. I’ll watch Emori too, don’t worry.’

Bellamy nodded, leaving Miller, Emori and Jackson as he led me to a different room. Supposedly, Clarke prepared her, Bellamy and I into a different room as Echo, Murphy and Shaw shared another room to be chained up until The Red Sun disappeared.

‘How can you trust me to be in the same room with you?’ I asked Bellamy, who was leading me to the room.

‘We’ll be chained. I’m sure we will be okay.’

‘You saw how Emori grazed my shoulder with her knife right?'

Bellamy turned to me with a worried face. ‘Surely, you’ll be fine.’

‘It’s not me I’m worried about.’

His raised his eyebrows. ‘You’re worried about me?’

‘Do you realize what you did to me? Emori nearly stabbed me and I'm scared to find out what I may do to you.'

Bellamy blinked, not sure how he felt about my statement. He stood for a moment, thinking thoroughly about what can possibly happen if my chains somehow came off. Sure, he hurt me and nothing can express how much pain he left me in but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I harmed him somehow.

As I helped both Clarke and Bellamy put the chains on their wrist, I went to my corner to get mine on as well. Before I locked my chain, I heard a voice calling for me.

‘Y/N!’ John yelled my name, sounded as if he was in trouble.

‘Hey, hey. It’s okay. What’s wrong Y/N?’ Clarke tried to calm me down as she saw me reacting to Murphy’s voice but unfortunately it didn’t help me at all.

‘I should go check on him.’ Immediately without thinking, I left and started looking for John despite hearing Bellamy calling me to come back to the room.

Running around this unfamiliar place, I used only John’s voice to figure out which building he was chained up at. Going door to door, I finally found the room Murphy, Shaw and Echo was in.

‘Y/N? What are you doing here?’ John jogged towards me, still not chained up. ‘You need to get back to your post before The Red Sun starts to affect you.’

‘You called for me.’

‘No I didn’t.’ John’s jaw dropped, grabbing onto my arm as he led me back outside the door. ‘Oh my- Y/N, it’s starting. You need to go back now.’

I shook my head, ‘No, no. I know what I heard. For all I know, you can be saying this to mess with my head.’

‘Y/N, I promise you it’s really me this time. Now I need you to go back and chain yourself so you can be safe, okay?'

‘Stay here, you deserve to die after what you did.’ Marcus suddenly stood in front of me, he looked angry as ever. The look on his face terrified me, giving me flashbacks of the fright and guilt I felt down at the bunker.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, Marcus. You have to believe me.’ I whined as tears rolled down my face.

A light touch on my shoulder made me jump; It was John with a concerned look on his face. My thoughts were all over the place, not noticing why John was right here while I heard Marcus not too long ago.

‘It’s not real, Y/N. Listen to my voice.’ John spoke in a soft tone, trying to guide me back to reality. ‘Remember, Marcus is at the ship and he never came with us to the beach?’

His approach seemed to work because slowly, I’ve become aware of what was happening. Nodding in response, I kept repeating myself; The Red Sun, The Red Sun.

‘Yeah, The Red Sun.’ Murphy wrapped his arms around me, keeping me in a peaceful mindset which worked well.

‘Why isn’t it affecting you? This shit is so hard, I feel like I’m going insane.’

John laughed lightly, ‘I don’t know, I gues-’

‘Murphy!’ Bellamy stomped in front of us, shoving John off of me. ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’

‘Be-Bellamy, how did you get out?’ As I fought the voices in my head, I tried to stop Bellamy from attacking Murphy.

‘It’s just the Red Sun messing with your brain, you have to calm down Bellamy.’ John put his hand out, slowly backing away from him as he tried to reason with him.

He shook his head, chuckling devilishly as he stared at John. ‘What did you do to Y/N, huh? What do you have that I don’t?’

As I watched Bellamy and Murphy going back and forth, I saw Octavia and Marcus getting aggressive towards me; Calling me names and throwing bad words that I deserved to be said. It came to a point where I started believing that everything was real, perhaps Bellamy and John was the fake reality.

‘She was mine, you know? Reyes finally loved me and I-I fucked up.’ Bellamy sobbed, falling on his knees as he ran his fingers into the dirt. ‘Why, why am I so stupid?’

‘Let’s all head back into the building okay?’ John smiled at Bellamy, doing everything to convince him to listen to him. 'We can talk about this later.'

‘I’m a fuck up, I’m worthless and I’ve done everything wrong. Why am I like this?’ Bellamy clenching his hand, banging his fist onto the ground.

Murphy tried to pull him up, ‘You’re not a fuck up. You’re perfect Bellamy. Now let’s get up.’

‘No, no.’ He repeated over and over again, his cheeks getting wet from tears. Regret flushed across his face but I wasn’t completely sympathetic of his feelings as I was too busy fighting Octavia and Marcus in my head.

Bellamy got up as he pushed Murphy away, running towards the pond and sticking his head into the body of water. Seeing him in danger got me back into reality, I was still fighting in my mind but I knew I had to save Bellamy.

John rushed next to him, quickly pulling him out of the water. Bellamy coughed excessively, catching his breath as he shook his head.

‘Leave me to die, Murphy! Just leave me the fuck alone.’

‘Stop being so stubborn, now is really not the time.’ Murphy shoved Bellamy, soon the both of them going back and forth like brothers.

Bellamy then raised his fist, punching Murphy in his stomach. He groaned, cursing under his breath.

‘Alright. I know it's the Red Sun talking but you're getting on my last nerves.’ John said before he punched Bellamy in the face, leaving him unconscious.

My eyes widened as I rushed to the both of them. John rubbed his hand, hurting from punching Bellamy. ‘He’ll be okay. I’m sorry I had to punch him.’

I nodded, understanding why John did what he did. It was either watching Bellamy kill himself or potentially killing John, hurting him temporarily would’ve been better than waking up from this trance and seeing Bellamy drowning himself to death.

‘Y/N, you should go back to your post. I’ll watch Bellamy.’

‘What about you? What if suddenly you can’t control it anymore?’

‘I’ve been fighting demons all my life, The Red Sun is nothing.’ He chuckled lightly, making a joke out of himself. I knew that he wasn’t really kidding, feeling the pain through his statement.

I wanted to be here for John and I felt like I needed him as well. He helped me fight off the demons in my head that The Red Sun created, I didn't know if I can do it on my own or with Clarke sitting across from me for that matter.

'You'll be fine, Y/N.'

It was hard to try to walk away but I knew I had to. I slowly nodded, knowing that I had to go soon in case things got worse for me.

‘I’ll see you when this is all over John.’ I left him a kiss on his forehead as I left him and Bellamy by the pond.

#down below series #bellamy blake series #the 100 rewrite #raven reyes x sister!reader #the 100 fic #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake fic #john murphy x reader #the 100 series

[portectorisms]

| Closed starter for | @drugrush​

     Gaze narrows ever so slightly as he puts his hand down. The blond had deserved far more than just a flip of the bird and how Bellamy had wished he could do such a thing. What he wouldn't do to feel the skin of his knuckles connect with the jaw of the other. To feel the crack of bone from both of them. To see the crimson trail of blood trickle across the palette that was skin. Gaze doesn't shift, it doesn't leave the other, despite being in a room of a couple of people, Bellamy wouldn't make a scene much further than just flipping him off. It wasn't worth the time or the effort, in all actuality, Bellamy was waiting for someone. He hadn't seen Octavia in months and they had agreed to meet up here, at this place, before heading out and catching a movie before making dinner together and spending time together. Perhaps seeing Kane would also be on their list of things to do. After all, Bellamy hadn't been home for months and now that he was back on U.S. soil, he was ready to see the people that actually mattered in his life compared to those he'd rather see at the other end of his fist.

     A breath is sucked between worn lips as the plate of food collides with his chest before dropping into his lap. His gaze shifts, the corners of his lips raise and show a smirk, but it's lacking a mild case of humor. He throws his hands up in the air, as if that would cause it to miss him but he's already wearing what he was meant to have for lunch. Oh, how he'd enjoy ringing this douchebag's neck with his bare hands. Hadn't he learned when he tried to mug him? Hadn't he seen what Bellamy could be capable of back then? Was this guy just asking to be hurt far worse than what he'd already experienced even in life? "You little shit." He breaths the words, gaze dropping to his lap before back up at the blond when he offers to wash it off for him. "You fuckin better, pretty boy." He states but before he can say much more, Bellamy finds the cold splash of water soaking through the thin fabric of his shirt. That was it. That had been the straw that caused Bellamy to jolt out of his seat, standing up as food falls and plate clatters to the ground. He'd enjoy this. He knows he's going to.

     "I'll give you two seconds-" A pause, Bellamy's smirk grows and he turns on heels to look at the blond next to him. Fingers curl into palm as nails dig into flesh. Don't make a scene, Blake, your sister will be here in a few moments. He tells himself, trying to give a pep talk like he used to give his unit but there's something in him that's finding the chaos of it all to be far more intoxicating than actually trying to keep the peace. "Fuck it." Bellamy speaks, loud and clear, curled fist connecting with the blond guy's jaw hard enough to hear the crack of bone against bone and he watches the other easily, not moving, planting his feet firmly upon the ground. "You owe me a new outfit, asshat." He states, the small smirk never leaving his lips but barely visible upon them. "Want more or you gonna actually use your words and learn how to fucking apologize?" Bellamy's gaze is taken away for a moment at the sound of the bells chiming to signal the door opening. "Oh, hey O, give me a minute with this prick and we can head out."

#drugrush #tbt. (group verse | Closed) #ch: Felix Miller

[talistheintrovert]

HAPPY(ish?) FINAL BFSN! 💖💜💙

I joined this fandom three years ago when I looked like that top picture, long hair, ginger, just coming off of one of the worst years of my life and desperately needing something to hold onto. And boy did I find it. In you guys. In t100 fanfic. In gifsets. In all the love and friendship and laughs. I am SO SO SO grateful for this show bringing me all of that, because I'm honestly not sure if I'd even be here without it.

I look like this now! (I shaved my head to raise money for charity and now I'm choosing to live this bleached lesbian fantasy for a while). I’ve had a million hair transformations since I started this show and you have been here to witness all of them, which is making me weirdly emotional. I'm gonna try and keep this brief (which if you know anything about my fics, is something I say a lot... so... this is about to be a college essay) but I just wanted to say a proper goodbye to the show and this tradition, because while the fandom is moving on and so am I (the long way round), this show has brought me so much joy. 

Look, the show is bad now. We don't have to beat around the bush about it, this shit is garbage. But what isn't garbage is all the talent that all of you have poured into the show over the years - fanfics, art, gifsets, fanvids, meta, and every other idea under the sun - you guys have been brilliant and no amount of bad writing can undo that.

I usually do MVP of the week, and I kinda wanna make all of you the MVP of the week, because y'all ARE. Every single day you are the MVP, the VIP, the AUTOMATIC, SUPERSONIC, HYPNOTIC FUNKY FRESH, the HYDROMATIC, GREASED LIGHTNING and don't you ever forget it. Each and every one of you brings value to the world, and so many of you have brought value to my life specifically and I can't thank you enough for that.

But. I can't leave this final bfsn without shouting out the MVP's of my heart. To @clarkgriffon @fen-ha-fuck-you and @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky I cannot even put my love for y'all into words. It's incalculable. It is not hyperbole to say that I would not still be here if it weren't for you, and that you have, on more than one occasion, literally saved my life by just being yourselves and being the best friends I could possibly ask for. If I am even half as good a friend to you as you all are to me, then I can die happy. You're basically family at this point and I hate saying that stuff because it sounds cheesy but FUCK IT we're here and we're queer and we're in deeply platonic love with each other. My wives. I don't deserve a single one of you, let alone the honour of having all three of you in my life. I fucking love you.

I was gonna do more shoutouts, individual ones for people like Meg and Erin and Eisha and Leah and An and Bridget and so so so so many more, but I realised the list is basically endless, so just know that if I have tagged you, it's because you have touched my heart. I hope you all continue to be wonderful humans that make the world a better place just by existing in it: @little-oxford-st @foreverandalwayscrysis  @yourereallyhere @choose-wonkru  @chants-de-lune @thebraveprincesspure @angelbellamy @aainiouu @michaelgrantnash @braveprincess @chasethesun18 @thelegendofclarke @hostagetakerandhistraitor @probably-voldemort @eternal-bellamy-blake @solacelight @leiaslightsaber @goddess-clarke @griffinnblake @yiangchen @johnmurphysass @constellationbellamy @jmbelles @mamabearsdontthink @loveisalwayswise @reyskyber @starboybellamy @bvrnes-bucky @spookytack @bellamyfknblake @galaxyblake @bellarkebc @thelittlefanpire @ravensluna @carrieeve @eyessharpweaponshot @pawprinterfanfic @nvermindiseeyou  @broashwhat @catastrophic-chloe @shaeheda @clo-heda @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @galaxyblake @swainlake @life-astudyofhypotheticals @bellamynochillblake @sassmasterblake @matthevfairchild @shialablunt @lameblake @wankadi @bellamys11thfreckle @artenistic @bellofthesky @hellyeahbellarkee  @katkomskaikru @sallysimpsons @historyofbellarke @moonaskingtostay @moprocrastinates @charmanderdiyoza @charmainediyoza @iwilltry-tocarryon @tonystarkys @lightcomingthroughthedarkness @ladyoldstones @biblarke @madmultiverse @taylor-morley @ruggedmurphy @octaviahales @igotbellarkeforthat @captainwilldameron @captaindaddykru @bellarkhugs and anyone else who I missed because I know a lot of y’all have left the fandoms or changed urls or both, I’m sorry and I love you too 💖💜💙 I appreciate all of you so effing much

#bfsn #final bfsn #bellarke family selfie night #i'm here i'm queer and i'm full of fear #mutuals tag #listen i could do individuals essays calling out every single one of you #but i promised i'd keep this short #and it's already Not Short #i just... i love y'all #okay? #okay #<3 <3 <3

[wonderswritings]

Fighting For... Twilight’s Last Gleaming pt. 1/2

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

So let’s just say that the part that isn’t in the episode happened a day before the actual episode part. This is also kinda filler? I’m trying something new with it

Fighting For… Masterlist

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Previously:

“I won’t lose them both. Not again.”

“She killed him! She killed the only person who ever loved me. She’s a murderer!”

“Why would I tell you anything? You don’t even call her mom. You just call her Abbey.”

“Because she’s not my mom! She chose you Clarke! Don’t you get that? She didn’t want me. We could’ve grown up together. We could’ve been sisters. But she didn’t want me. You’re her daughter. I’m just added baggage.”

“Bellamy’s smarter than you give him credit for.”

“So what’s it going to be Bellamy? The kid or the princess?”

“Let her go.”

Bellamy had taken YN to his tent, laying her on his bed. Clarke had followed in after, a small bucket of water in her hands. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping the blood from the side of her face.

“You care about her.”

Bellamy looked up at Clarke, making a face.

“What?”

“YN. you care about her.”

Clarke looked over at Bellamy, slightly shaking her head as she sighed.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. She needs someone. Someone who isn’t me.”

“What happened between you?”

Clarke sighed, looking down at YN.

“It’s like she said, I was picked over her. Dad always said he loved us both equally, more than anything, but mo-Abby, she never said that she loved YN. She only ever said that she loved me. She resents me for it, I think. But I can’t judge her. I’d resent her too if the roles were reversed.”

“It doesn’t look like you have a concussion but if your head starts to hurt or if you get dizzy, come find me.

“Okay.”

“Just to be safe, I’d like you to stay with someone today on the off chance you pass out, or something else happens.

“Okay.”

Clarke hesitantly reached out, placing her hand on top of YN’s.

“Don’t blame yourself for Charlotte.”

“Okay.”

“What happened wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah.”

Clarke sighed softly, standing up. She looked over at Bellamy, nodding towards the entrance. Bellamy followed behind her, casting a look back at YN.

“You’ll stay with her.”

Bellamy nodded, looking down at Clarke.

“I was planning on it.”

Clarke cast a look at the tent, slightly shaking her head.

“Something’s wrong with her. I don’t know what it is, but somethings wrong. She’s not going to tell me, but maybe she’ll tell you.”

“I’ll ask, but she might not tell me anything.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in my tent? No one will bother you.”

“No.”

Bellamy sighed, shaking his head. Since she’d woken up, she’d only answer in one word sentences. Clarke had said she’d tell him if he asked, but he had asked if she was okay, and she had acted like she didn’t hear him. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Bellamy nodded, casting a glance at her as they walked. 

“Hey Bellamy!”

Bellamy turned, seeing Miles walking towards them.

“Hey YN.”

She offered him a small smile, placing her hands in her jacket pocket.

“What is it Miles?”

Bellamy should’ve known better. He should’ve known not to turn his back on her, taking his eyes off of her, giving her the opportunity to leave. Because when he turned after Miles left, she was nowhere to be found.

“Shit.”

“Why did you tell me about Wells?”

Finn jumped, turning towards me.

“What?”

I huffed, rolling my eyes as I walked further into his tent.

“Why did you tell me about Wells and Abby?”

He shrugged slightly, tilting his head to the side.

“You deserved to know.”

“But why you?”

“Did you want someone else to tell you?”

He sighed, shaking his head. 

“Clarke wasn’t going to tell you. I knew because I was with them, when the fog happened.”

“You spend a lot of time with her.”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side as I sat down beside him.

“Are you jealous?”

I made a face, shaking my head.

“What? Why would I be jealous? That’s- we’re off topic.”

“How are you feeling?”

I huffed, throwing my hands up.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m fine!”

“I’m sure you’ve said that all day that it’s no longer a word.”

I turned towards him, glaring.

“I have not.”

“You know, it’s okay to feel upset about what happened.”

I made a face, slightly tilting my head to the side.

“What?”

“Charlotte. It doesn’t take a genius to know that you cared about her. I was with you, you were ready to run for it, leave me and Clarke behind.”

I shrugged, huffing.

“I didn’t though.”

“Chance in numbers.”

“It didn’t matter. He still won.”

“Is that what you think?”

I shook my head, looking down at the ground.

“She’s dead isn’t she? He wanted to kill her, and now she’s dead.”

“You cared about her.”

“She was just a kid. She wouldn’t be down here if the stupid guards had any ounce of compassion in them.”

“Not to be mean, but why do you care so much? We’re all just kids if you think about it.”

“She reminded me of myself. Sh-she just needed someone to be there for her. All I’ve ever wanted is for someone to be there. I’ve been alone my entire life.”

“Have you talked to Clarke?”

“She wouldn’t understand. She had our parents. I barely even had one.”

He moved closer to me, shaking his head.

“She’d try to understand. You know, she took off her wristband.”

“She’s just mad. It’ll blow over eventually. We may be twins, but we’re not alike.”

“You’d be surprised. You just have to give her a chance. And you don’t have no one. You’ve got Clarke, Bellamy, me.”

I snorted, turning my head to look at him.

“You? You’ve literally been a pain dragging me everywhere.”

“You know what they say about that right?”

I made a face, slightly tilting my head.

“What?”

He leaned forward, closing the distance between us, kissing me. I gasped when he pulled me closer to him, one hand on my cheek the other one my waist.

“What uh, what was that for?”

He smiled, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

“I like you.”

“Huh.”

He lightly laughed, shaking his head.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“Well, this is all new to me. I don’t-”

I stood up, shaking my head.

“I need some air.”

I walked out of his tent, running my hand along my forehead.

“YN! YN wait!”

“YN!”

I looked up, seeing Bellamy standing at the top of the hill.

“YN wait.”

Finn grabbed my arm, turning me towards him.

“We can- we need to talk about this.”

I shook my head, turning.

“No, I uh- I just need some air.”

I wobbled slightly, causing me to make a face as I looked at the ground, swaying. 

“YN?”

I looked up, seeing Bellamy walking towards us, a worried expression on his face.

“Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking all over camp for you.”

Finn stepped forward, glaring at Bellamy as he came to a stop in front of us.

“She’s been with me.”

Bellamy glared at Finn before he looked over at me, his expression softening.

“Are you okay?”

I slightly shook my head, black spots filling my vision.

“Bell-”

“YN!”

Bellamy was going to kill someone and at the top of that list was Finn. Then it was YN because she had left his side and now Finn was carrying her into the dropship, yelling for Clarke. Clarke came around the corner, her eyes wide as she looked between them.

“What is it? Everyone in camp can hear you two.”

“It’s YN. She was walking and then she just passed out.”

Clarke rushed towards the makeshift table, pushing the things off it.

“Set her up here.”

Bellamy helped Finn place YN on the table, watching the rise and fall of her chest as Clarke checked her pupils. 

“What happened?”

She looked over at Bellamy who shrugged, glaring at Finn.

“Ask him. She’s been with him.”

“All morning?”

She turned towards Finn, making a face.

“Why was she with you?”

“She just wanted to talk about Wells. She wanted to know why I told her and why you didn’t.”

Clarke huffed, shaking her head.

“I told you to stay out of it. It has nothing to do with you and you keep inserting yourself into our problems.”

She shook her head, taking a deep breath.

“What else happened? Something must’ve happened to cause her to panic.”

“She had a panic attack?”

Clarke looked over at Bellamy, nodding slightly.

“It looks like it. I won’t be able to tell more until she wakes up but it looks like she overworked herself. With her head she shouldn’t have been out much anyway.”

Bellamy rushed around the table, grabbing Finn and shoving him against the wall of the dropship.

“What the hell did you do?! Huh? What did you do?”

“Bellamy!”

Finn huffed, pushing at Bellamy.

“Get off me!”

Clarke rushed towards them, trying to pull Bellamy off of Finn.

“Bellamy let him go! You’re gonna hurt him!”

He pushed his elbow harder into Finn's neck, huffing.

“That’s the point.”

“Bell.”

Bellamy let Finn go, turning towards YN. She was trying to sit up, causing Bellamy to rush to her side, gently pushing her back down.

“You need to lay back down.”

She huffed, looking up at him.

“What happened?”

“You passed out.”

“Oh.”

After checking on Finn Clarke stood up, walking towards YN.

“How do you feel?”

“My head hurts.”

Clarke nodded, looking between Bellamy and Finn.

“Did she hit her head when she fell?”

“Kinda?”

Clarke rolled her eyes, helping YN sit up, checking her over again.

“It looks like you have a mild concussion. You need to be careful for a couple of days. You’re going to need to stay with someone in case you pass out again.”

“She can stay with me.”

Clarke turned her head, Bellamy huffing as he turned towards Finn, glaring.

“No. No way in hell is she staying with you.”

He turned back towards YN, offering her a small smile.

“She can stay with me.”

YN huffed slightly, looking up at Clarke.

“Can I just stay with you?”

Clarke tried to hide her surprise as she nodded, smiling softly.

“Of course you can.”

Bellamy and Finn watched as Clarke helped YN walk out of the dropship, Bellamy turned towards Finn, pointing at him.

“I will find out what happened.”

Finn shrugged, grinning.

“Nothing happened. And even if it did, you’d never find out about it.”

Bellamy scoffed as Finn walked past him.

“Asshole.” 

“Are you-”

“I’m sorry.”

Clarke made a face, turning to look at YN.

“What?”

“I’ve been unfair to you, holding a grudge.”

YN looked up at Clarke, sighing.

“You didn’t deserve it. I was, my problems are with Abby, not you. And instead of dealing with that, I’ve been taking it out on you.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

Clarke stopped, moving to stand in front of YN.

“Yes it is because I’m your sister. If I can’t handle a little anger from you, then that’s pathetic. But it’s okay. I didn’t hate you for it and you shouldn’t either.”

YN smiled as she looked up at Clarke, holding her pinky out.

“Still sisters?”

Clarke laughed, looping her pinky with YN’s.

“Still sisters.”

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[margoshansons]

Desperate Measures: 18/?

MASTERLIST

Summary: Y/N comes back to camp, where several people are waiting to welcome her. But she can’t stay long, especially with Finn and Murphy out there. Bellamy doesn’t take too kindly to a figure from Y/N’s past.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of a massacre, swearing, guns, death.

Notes: MY BOY DESERVES FUCKING BETTER JROTH! Anyway, I decided y’all needed some healing after that last episode so please enjoy this long chapter filled with plenty of Bellamy/YN. 

If any of you guys ever need to talk about 7x13 and what happened, I’m always here for you. Based on 2x05 “Human Trials”

***

Her breath threatened to betray how strained she felt from the walk to Factory Station and back. She clutched Monroe closer to her. The two women, suffering from similar wounds, leaning on each other for support as they struggled to cross the last few meters.

Her side split in pain, legs buckling underneath the weight of Monroe on her shoulders. She thought she could feel the stitches in her leg come undone.

“They’re back!” Someone shouted as they collapsed against the grassy fields, Octavia relieving the weight by taking Monroe off her hands. Y/N raised herself up, leaning against Bellamy for support.

“I’ve got you sparky.” He whispered, a reassuring smile on his face. Y/N couldn’t find it in her to berate him about the nickname. Her energy cells were depleted, and her leg was ready to bust open. “You’re going to be okay,”

Her balance was thrown off by a body colliding into her, disbelief erupting in her body as she removed her arms from Bellamy’s neck to her long lost friend. The blonde curls impedeing her vision confirmed her theory. Clarke was home.

Clarke was safe.

“You’re okay” She murmured through tears threatening to escape her, voice breaking, “You’re alive.”

She felt Clarke’s smile against her shoulder, “I thought I’d never see you again,” The blonde murmured, tightening her embrace, not ready to let go.

“Neither did I.”

When the two women let go, Clarke shared another tight embrace with Bellamy and Y/N felt herself almost plowed over by another body colliding with hers.

“Holy shit you’re actually alive,”

Her heart almost stopped when she heard the voice in her ear, hands running through the dirty blonde waves that had once been so familiar to her.

She pulled away, unable to believe who she was seeing. “Kyle?” Her voice broke as she said his name for the first time since solitary.

“Hey Sparky,” Wick’s eyes glazed over before pulling her back in for a hug, arms tightening once again around her waist as she buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his familiar frame, “I missed you,” He whispered in her hair.

She pushed herself away, wrestling herself out of his stupidly strong grip. “Hey,” she spoke through unshed tears, voice thick with emotion, “Feelings are dumb remember?”

He let out a chuckle and she forgot how much she missed hearing him laugh. “Right,” Wick replied, pulling her inward toward his side, “Feelings are stupid.”

She let out a similar chuckle before a cough threw them out of their reunion. Y/N locked eyes with Bellamy, her throat constricting as nerves jumped upward at the thought of them meeting. This was going to be awkward.

***

Bellamy curled his lips at the sight of the taller guy holding Y/N so close to him, and he didn’t really like the anger stirring within his stomach as he caught the looks they gave each other.

Not that he had any claim over her, but he thought they were headed toward something at least.

“Who’s this?” He asked, trying to keep the irritation from leaking through his voice.

Y/n swallowed before plastering a bright smile on her face, “This is Wick, he was my partner in engineering on the Ark.”

“In more ways than one.” Wick remarked, garnering a playful snort and a smack across the chest from Y/N.

Bellamy nodded, hoping the white hot rage deep in his gut wasn’t visible to everyone the way he thought it was. What the hell did he mean? Who was he to talk about her that way?

“Anyways,” Y/N continued, gesturing toward him, “This is Bellamy, he’s my…”

He swallowed as she creased her eyebrows, struggling to find a way to define their relationship. “He’s my co-leader.” She settled on, and he tried to ignore the way his shoulders seemed to deflate at the sound of the term. He had hoped they were something more.

He wanted to be something more.

Didn’t she?

“Nice to meet you man.” Wick offered his hand out, which Bellamy took for the sake of being polite. “Y/N’s told me all about you, you know before Councilor Sydney went all batshit and crashed the exodus ship.”

“Wait?” Y/N asked, “That was her? That makes so much more sense.”

Wick nodded, wanting to continue talking. Bellamy was grateful for Clarke’s interjection.

“We can play catch-up later” She announced, turning back toward Bellamy and Octavia, “Where’s Finn?”

He saw the hope in her eyes die as Bellamy uttered those three words. “Looking for you.”

Clarke stepped back, ready to launch into a series of questions about what had transpired until a gasp of pain coming from Y/N’s mouth tore them from their conversation.

“Y/N?” Wick’s trembling voice came from Bellamy’s side, the two boys rushing forward to catch her as her leg buckled “Hey, Sparky can you hear me?” Bellamy shoved down his irritation at the use of the nickname and focused on Y/N’s smaller frame. 

“Come on,” He urged, pulling her into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, almost fading out of consciousness from how hard she had walked. His breathing increased rapidly, heartbeat pounding against his ribs as they made their way to the med tent, Bellamy’s gaze never leaving hers.

If they had he would’ve caught the look of realization crossing Clarke and Wick’s faces.

***

For the first time in a very long time, Y/N actually felt somewhat normal. Her leg was hardly bothering her anymore and she could actually move it without worrying too much about any extra pain.

“Hey Sparky,” A familiar voice called beside her, and she smiled in relief as she realized that her reunion with Wick hadn’t been a dream.

“Hey Kyle,” She moaned as she pulled herself up, the lack of sleep over the past few days finally catching up to her. “Where’s everybody?” She asked through a yawn as she gazed around the medical walls surrounding her. She drew her eyes to the gaping hole in her jeans as she ran her fingers down the perfectly neat stitches, the other hand embracing Kyle’s. “How did I get here?”

“Bellamy Blake,” Wick responded, the slightest smirk on his face as he leaned back, releasing his grip on her hand, “You know I think he really cares about you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, shifting her weight so her legs hung off the table, ready to jump to the ground. “I’m not doing this now.”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted me to come down to help with this situation.” Wick brought up, and she groaned, her feet slapping the floor as she remembered their conversation from long ago.

“I hate that you remembered that.” She uttered, able to walk better than usual. Her eyes glanced around until they fell on a pile of clothes not that far away.

Wick stood up to follow her, “I remember a lot of things, like how Jackson said that you shouldn’t spend anymore time on that leg until it’s fully healed.”

Y/N scoffed, ripping off her tank to replace it with a grey thermal from the pile. Wick’s eyes lingered on her torso, eyebrows shooting themselves up into an arch.

“You gonna stop staring or do I have to close that mouth of yours myself?” She teased, the familiar flirtation sending something uncomfortable ripping through her. 

She hated this feeling. 

She hated the fact that even having Wick here was bringing these memories back.

She hated that it wasn’t Bellamy she was trading innuendos with.

Y/N ignored the smirk spreading across Kyle’s face as he leaned back, “You were the one who broke things off, so just remember that when you want some of this.” He defended, gesturing to his body.

She threw her head back and cackled, the sound freeing her from some of the responsibility she had been shouldering since she came down.

It was true what they said.

Laughter really was the best medicine.

“You come all this way to try and rekindle something Wick?” She used his last name, knowing it was less intimate. First names meant something to them, they didn’t just throw it around because they could.

“Actually I’m here to check on you,” His eyes flickered to her bare legs as she pulled on a new pair of jeans, lacing up her boots as she turned to face him. “And to tell you that your friends are planning on going after the two you left behind.”

Finn and Murphy.

They were still out there and Clarke was back home.

As if sensing her confusion, Wick continued to explain, “The council’s cutting them loose, Raven and I are helping you guys sneak out.”

Y/N bit her cheek mirthlessly, “Great, when do we leave?”

The medical flap opened, revealing Raven standing there with a brace surrounding her bum leg, a duffel bag of rifles around her shoulder as she handed Y/N a pistol. “Now.”

***

Bellamy failed to hide his surprise upon meeting Raven and Y/N at the electric fence, the latter in fresh clothes with a pistol strapped to her side.

“I don’t like you coming with us.” He muttered, shifting his gaze between the two women.

“It’s a shame I don’t listen to you then.” She smirked, handing him a rifle as the pitter patter of footsteps rounded the corner.

Clarke smiled at the two of them, “Nice to see that not everything has changed.”

Bellamy scoffed, hiding the pleasure he felt at the idea of Y/N accompanying them on their journey. He liked her company, and he knew Clarke wouldn’t leave without several stashes of gauze and painkillers on her.

Octavia’s wild braids made an appearance and determination crossed her face. “I’m not letting you leave here without me.”

“Octavia--” Y/N moved before getting cut off by the other girl.

“Finn and Murphy are headed for Lincoln’s village,” She brought up, the argument clearly practiced, “I’ve been there, have you? Have they?” She threw a pointed look at Bellamy and Clarke before Y/N pulled out a pack.

“I was going to say I know.” She smirked, the two girls sharing a smile before Octavia moved forward.

“Whoa,” Raven drew her cane in front of his sister, “Not so fast Pocahontas.” Her cane touched the fence, electricity sparking and crackling as the five of them jumped back.

“I thought you said it was handled,” Bellamy growled.

“It is” Y/N spoke up, raising a radio to her mouth uttering three simple words. “Shut it down Wick.”

She handed the radio to Raven, and Bellamy once again tried to get a hold on the anger raging inside him at the thought of Y/N and Wick spending time together while he was out petitioning to save their friends.

He hadn’t been there for her. Not like Bellamy had,

The next time the cane touched the fence, nothing happened. And he supposed he had Wick to thank for that.

He sighed as they snuck out, barely catching the look Clarke gave him and Y/N as they shuffled forward behind Octavia, footsteps matching each other.

***

Bellamy shifted uncomfortably on the log, eyes locking onto Octavia’s sleeping frame, a small tug at his lips recalling everything the two had been through. Clarke slept a few beats away, curled up next to the flames, blonde hair splayed out on the grass beside him. He was grateful to have her back. Having her around made things so much easier.

When his eyes flitted to Y/N’s blanket, he perked up in worry, the pack abandoned on the forest floor as he looked around, searching anxiously for his co-leader, his friend, his...something.

“Relax,” Her soft voice answered, footsteps settling next to him before she sat down next to him, her body warming him more than any fire ever could. “I was just scouting the area,” She waved her pistol before holstering it in her pants like he once did, letting him know that she was armed and ready to defend herself.

He let out a sigh of relief before turning his gaze beside him, eyes scanning her illuminated features. She stared out at the fire before him, ponytail drifting over her shoulders as she leaned forward, elbows against her knees.

“Did you mean what you said?” He swallowed his nerves, ready to get an answer to the question that had been plaguing him since the day she got shot. “Back at the dropship, before we got seperated. Did you have feelings for me?”

He watched her shoulders tense at the question, and he knew he had taken it a step too far. They were in the middle of a war, they shouldn’t be talking about this. They shouldn’t be focusing on this, but he needed to know.

“Yes.” She breathed, eyes flickering to his mouth, “I do have feelings for you. Murphy was right.”

His chest exploded at the confirmation, nerves evaporating into relief as it pumped through his veins. 

“That’s a relief.” He joked to ease the tension, “I was afraid I had to beat Murphy if it wasn’t true.” She chuckled, the hushed laughter sending his chest pounding with pride. “Maybe I’ll beat him anyway.” He continued, his lips tugging involuntarily. “Just for kicks.”

“You should cut him some slack,” Y/N spoke up, surprising both of them before letting out a yawn “Even he and I have something in common.”

It was Bellamy’s turn to chuckle, “You should get some sleep,” He brushed a piece of hair that had fallen loose aside, pushing it behind her ear as he examined her beautiful face again, the touch sending shivers down his spine.

“So should you.” She pointed out, hands brushing themselves across the wrinkles in his forehead.

He couldn’t keep the adoring smile off his face, wanting nothing more than to press his lips against hers right then and there, to take her in his arms and forget the rest of the world existed. She made him want to be better.

She made him want to live.

“I’ll sleep when we find Finn,” He said, shoving those thoughts to the back of his mind as he remembered his own reality. “I knew what they were capable of, and I let him and Murphy leave with two automatic rifles.”

“We let them leave.” Y/N reminded him, grasping his hand in hers, drawing his gaze toward her intertwined digits. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

His gaze moved up her arm, meeting her exposed neck until it finally landed on her soft lips, and the desire to kiss her had never been greater until that moment.

It seemed so perfect.

The gap was almost nonexistent.

Inching closer and closer--

“I’m sure it was just like the dropship,” Clarke’s trembling voice rang through the fire, tearing the two apart. “It had to be done.”

Bellamy nodded slightly before shifting his gaze to the fire, one final question lingering on his mind. “How long until chocolate cake turns into being hung upside down and drained for their blood?” His voice shook, as if he couldn’t handle the truth. As if one wrong move would topple him.

“I don’t know” Clarke admitted, sitting up, “But we don’t have much time.”

Y/N nodded with him, “First we find Finn,” She chimed in, “And then we rescue our friends in Mount Weather.”

“And Lincoln.” Octavia announced, everyone finally awake. “Think we’ve slept long enough.” The rest of the group agreed.

“I’ll go find us some water to extinguish the fire.” Y/N announced, tearing herself out of Bellamy’s grasp to enter the darkened forest.

“She’s good for you Bellamy.” Clarke told him as soon as Y/N was out of earshot.

Bellamy nodded, ‘She’s good for all of us.” He said instead, ignoring the knowing look on Clarke’s face. “I don’t think any of us would’ve survived if she hadn’t been on that dropship.”

“You got that right.” Octavia snickered, a soft smile on her face as she caught the look in her brother’s eyes. “We got lucky.” She said.

Bellamy nodded, sending a look in the direction she had disappeared in. “Really lucky,” He murmured to himself.

***

“We’re almost there.” Octavia announced, continuing her way through the endless amounts of trees, “Once we reach the statue it’s only another kilometer or two.”

Y/N creased her eyebrows in confusion, she tilted her head as she linked eyes with Bellamy.

Statue?

Were there remnants of Old Earth that had survived the bombs?

Her question was answered once they stepped deep into a clearing, the dirt path stretching before them, but Y/N’s eyes were trained on a vine covered monument above her, a brief moment of awe crossing her face before a sob pulled her back to reality.

“The reapers came from there.” Octavia spoke, tears falling down her face, “I couldn’t save him Bell, I couldn’t save him.”

Bellamy pulled Octavia close, reassuring her that they would find Lincoln again and he would make sure of it. Y/N shuffled closer to Clarke, glad to have her with them as they traversed forward.

“I recognize this statue,” the blonde announced, “He was a great peacekeeper before the cataclysm.” Clarke and her stared up at the statue once again, letting Bellamy and Octavia have their moment. “I destroy my enemies by making them friends.” Clarke whispered, and Y/N tilted her head, not recognizing the quote. “It was quote of his. One that I think we need to implement.”

“How you reach the goal matters.” Y/N told herself, realizing what Clarke was hinting at, “You wanna seek peace with the grounders?” She asked, knowing it was the most logical conclusion.

Clarke nodded, “Their people are in the mountain too. We need--”

Shots rang out, pulling the foursome back to reality as they raced toward the village, hoping they weren’t too late.

They scrambled down the man-made path, dirt roads and statues forgotten as their eyes graced the horror awaiting them at the grounder village. A burnt farm crumbled at their side, blood poured onto the streets and a man with a face tattoo released a guttural scream to the sky. 

They scrambled down the hill, and Y/N’s gaze went to Murphy, whose gun was slung behind him. She turned her eyes to Finn, smoke rising from the barrel of his rifle.

She leaned down next to Octavia, examining the warrior--no, the child bleeding onto the pavement beneath him.

Beside her, the sobbing man closed the child’s eyes whispering one phrase. “Yu gonplei ste odon*.”

Behind her, Finn’s crazed eyes were locked onto Clarke’s whispering a phrase of his own.

“I found you.”

***

That night her mind refused to sleep, replaying the massacre over and over, recalling the final words the man with the face tattoo had spoken to that child, the screams that followed. She couldn’t get them out of her head, and when she slept they only made things worse.

She wanted Miller here.

She wanted him to steal moonshine and tell her that things were going to be okay, to cheer her up with his awful jokes and play games together as they spilled secrets they wouldn’t whisper to anyone else.

Pulling herself out of bed, she shoved the flap of her tent open, wind rushing against her exposed legs, not caring about who saw her. His tent was close enough to hers.

No one would question it.

Especially what remained of the hundred.

Warm light flooded the room, almost blinding her as she stormed into Bellamy’s tent, the brunette rushing his hands through his hair. She suspected his mind was doing the same thing.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Was all he asked, eyes widening.

She shook her head and he gestured toward his own bed, she moved in next to him, the last of the oil in the lamp burning out as she pressed her body against his, relishing in the warmth they gave each other.

***

A/N: IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!! Our babies are together at last! I debated about changing it so it happened much later, but after tonight I think we all could use some romance in our lives, especially with Bellamy Blake. 

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[justinalovee]

Empty souls

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0.08

Jasper was by far Jill’s favorite person on the planet, well he was as long as he kept supplying ‘Unity Juice’. She had never tasted alcohol until today. At first, she cringed at the taste it left in her mouth, but now Jill was enjoying it.

Jill was currently sitting with Sterling, Fox, Miller and Clarke playing drinking games. Although she still hadn’t forgiven Clarke for banishing Murphy, the liquor was making her more bearable.

“Truth or dare, Lav?” Fox asked in a slur.

Jill shrugged, “truth.”

“What do you always wear a hat? Are you bald underneath?”

Jill finished her drink before answering. “Because I want to, and I’m not bald underneath.”

Miller let out a snort. “You are so bad at this game, I’m banning you from telling the truth again.”

She let out a chuckle and waited for it to be her turn again. Sterling, and Miller both chose dares before it was Clark’s turn. Jill watched everyone having fun. Unity day wasn’t so bad on earth. The only downside was Murphy missing it. She couldn’t have imagined the drama a drunk John Murphy would have caused.

“No, absolutely not.”

Jill snapped out of her trance when she heard Clark’s usual authoritative tone. What was she moaning about now?

“Slate wouldn’t care,” Fox said, pointing towards you. “Unless you are chicken, Griffin.”

“Wait, what's the dare?” Jill asked.

Clarke was pouting when Jill turned to face her. “They want me to kiss you.” Oh. “But they think I’m too scared.”

Jill didn’t know how much Clarke had drunk, but she imagined it was a lot if she was about to fall for the ‘prove us wrong’ act. Jill was about to point out how stupid the dare was when she felt Clarke crashing her lips against her own.

Okay, how drunk am I? Jill somehow found herself not pulling away straight away. Why hadn’t Clarke pulled away yet? The kiss was lasting far too long.

A coughing noise caused Clarke to pull away. Both girls turned to see Finn staring at them. He looked pissed. “I need you both for a moment, if you can find a moment to stop making out with each other.”

Jill and Clarke shared a look, both of them trying not to laugh. They weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or Finn being so angry but something in the air was making them laugh uncontrollably.

______

To say the walk to meet Anya was uncomfortable, was an understatement. Finn had been in a mood ever since you left camp.

“The Ark is about survival at any cost. You know, kill people who fall out of line. When those people get down here, if they feel threatened they will start a war.”

Jill rolled her eyes as Finn rambled on. Her head was hurting, and she was far too stressed to listen to them bicker.

Clarke let out a sigh of frustration. “Seriously, Finn, you're putting a lot of faith in a guy who stuck a knife in you.”

Finn scrunched his face up at the comment. “And you're sounding more and more like Bellamy.”

“I'm just trying to keep us alive Finn.”

“So am I.”

Jill stopped walking and turned to face both of them. “Guys, shut up. We don’t have time for this, okay? And for the record, I trust Lincoln as well. He saved Octavia, and he only stabbed Finn in self-defence.”

Looking past Finn and Clarke, Jill could see the figures of three of her campmates approaching from the trees. Finn wasn’t aware that his girlfriend, along with Bellamy, and Jasper were coming for backup. Jill shared a small smile with Bellamy as he smirked at her.

When reaching the bridge, Jill noticed Octavia and Lincoln waiting for them. Jill smiled as Clarke questioned the younger Blake.

Clarke shook her head in disbelief. “So, that's how you set this up? You helped him escape, didn't you?”

“Easy Griffin,” Jill said, stepping in between them. “Octavia has already mentioned she trusts him, and we are here now. Let’s just see how this plays out.”

Lincoln stepped to the edge of the brick bridge. “Anya is approaching now. It will offend her that you still have weapons.”

Jill handed her knife over to Finn, before going to Clarke to join Anya on the bridge. Truthfully, Jill did not know why Anya wanted to meet with her. She understood her wanting to meet Clarke, but her? That made no sense.

Jill and Clarke extended a hand each to Anya. The Trikru warrior shook, looked them both up and down, before shaking Jill’s hand and ignoring Clarke.

The grounder stopped walking and glanced at them. “Your name is Clarke?”

“Yes, and this is-”

“I’m Anya.” The grounder spoke, cutting Clarke off. “And I know who Jill of Skaikru is.”

Jill gulped down as Clarke started speaking. “I think we got off to a rough start. But we want to find a way to live together, in peace.”

Anya scoffed. “I understand? You started a war that you don't know how to end.”

Jill studded Anya’s face. What have we done? “We never meant to cause any harm. We didn’t know anybody was down here, we thought all of humanity had died.”

Clarke wasn’t accepting that they created a war. “What? No, we didn't start anything. You attacked us for no reason.”

The grounder shared a look with the grounders who were standing behind her. Her own backup. “No reason? The missiles you launched burnt a village to the ground.”

“The flares?” Jill said as the realization stuck her.

“No, that was a signal meant for our families. We had no idea . . ." Clarke gasped.

Anya’s tone was getting louder and more aggressive as she spoke. “Your invaders. Your ship landed in our territory.”

“This is because of what happened to Lincoln, isn’t it?” Jill asked.

Anya nodded. Clarke wasn’t impressed. “Grounders took lavender, it’s even.”

“Even?” Anya asked harshly.

Jill shook her head. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She and Clarke were meant to fix this situation, stopping any more violence from happening. “I’m not mad,” Jill said, gaining attention from both women. “What your people did to me was unspeakable, but so is what my people did to Lincoln. He didn’t deserve that, and for that I’m sorry.”

“My men informed you had the opportunity to kill them when you escaped, but didn’t.” Jill felt her face burn as Anya spoke. “Why didn’t you?”

Jill chewed on her bottom lip as she thought of a reasonable answer that wouldn’t make her seem weak. In the end, she went with the truth. “I’m not comfortable taking a human life.”

Anya opened her mouth to reply when a gun was fired. Jill ducked down, grabbing Clarke with her. Neither of them sure where the gunshot came from.

The grounders began yelling in their native language. Shit. They had to leave.

“Run!”

Jill and Clarke raced back across the bridge, and meeting up with their people all seven of them rushed back to camp.

With her previous stab wound aching, Jill slowed down and was falling behind the rest quickly. Bellamy noticed and gripped her hand to drag her along with him. Scared she would fall behind and be killed.

______

Returning to camp wasn’t easy, but the group managed with no major injuries except for Jill’s stitches opening up.

Bellamy helped Jill stand as she had become weak with exhaustion and pain. The previous alcohol working its way through her systems didn’t help either.

Finn and Clarke had been arguing since they returned, Finn blamed Jill and Clarke for what happened since they brought backup. A decision both girls stood firmly by. Raven was upset because Finn didn’t tell her about it. As they argued, Bellamy wrapped his arm around Jill’s waist to help her stand better and was surprised to feel something wet pressing against his bare arm.

“What I want to know is why Anya seems to like her more than Clarke.” Raven said directly at Jill. “Are you another one with connections to the grounders?”

Octavia opened her mouth to respond when Bellamy cut her off. “Enough! We don’t have time for this.” Bellamy pulled Jill’s jacket to reveal the blood soaking through to her top. “Clarke, she needs medical attention now.”

“Oh god, get her to the drop-ship now!” The blonde said frantically. Clarke felt guilty of not noticing sooner.

“What was that?” Jill asked weakly, while pointing at the sky.

Most of the camp now noticed the second drop-ship that was coming to earth. A few cheers of happiness could be heard before Clarke spoke. “Something's wrong, it’s coming in to fast.”

At the same time the sonic blast happened, Jill passed out. Bellamy caught her and held her bridal style in his arms. “Clarke, I’m sorry about your mom, but you need to help.”

Clarke blinked away her tears and headed towards the drop-ship with only one thought going through her mind. Her mom was dead.

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[ponyregrets]

I... am sort of in shock maybe? I just. I can't believe it. They actually killed off Bellamy Blake. What kind of writing?? I'm sorry, I know you don't watch the show anymore. It's just that my love and appreciation for Bellarke and the fandom grew in part thanks to your wonderful stories and I just don't know who else to talk about this. They really killed off another POC. A fellow Filipino one at that, which is honestly already so rare in mainstream. I didn't think it would hurt this much.

I’m so, so sorry, anon.

It just sucks, right? It’s a shitty, shitty thing that the show did, presumably because the showrunner at some point decided that hurting his audience was the way to make “meaningful” TV, and because he seems to be made up of roughly 90% spite, but not in the fun way.

There are things fans can do in these situations, writing fix-it fics or deciding that the show ended for them at another point or passionately declaring that canon isn’t canon, and those are all good and I endorse them as coping mechanisms, but none of them are a replacement for what we really want, which is for the shitty thing not to have happened in the first place. We don’t want to have to come up with a way to deal with shit we wouldn’t even be experiencing if Jason wasn’t a fucking hack who was apparently the only person in the world to see the last season of Game of Thrones and think, yeah, that’s the way to do it. 

The best bright side I have for you is that the show is long past its days of critical acclaim. Whatever Jason is trying to do with the last season has not won him back the love and adoration of the mainstream media, which seems to be the fanbase he actually wants, instead of the one he has, which he hates. Bellamy’s story is over, and the ending was terrible (as were many parts before the ending), but now fandom can continue to write better stories for him, while Jason will never write a better story because, and I cannot stress this enough, he’s a fucking hack. And with the show over, everyone on the cast is free of him and all of us can get back to our lives where we never think about him again. Whether or not this is a comfort, I don’t know. I’m only about 75% spite, so it helps me some, but probably not as much as it could.

I’m so sorry for your hurting, anon, and I hope that you can take away something better from your experience in fandom than what the show gave you. You deserve that <3

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[bruh--wtf]

Hold On Tight

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Masterlist

Part 2

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You were put onto the ship with many other kids around your age. You see a girl who you barely knew, but had encountered a few times passed out in her seat.

Clarke Griffin. Smart girl, who got arrested a few months.

All of the people around you were criminals.

Octavia.

"Octavia!" You yell. The people around you were a bit confused, but didn't say anything about your yelling. Suddenly the whole ship shakes as you are ejected from the Earth. "Octavia!" You shout.

"Y/N!" You hear the girl shout. You look around and spot the girl a few rows over.

She looked nervous but you grinned at her. She smiled at the sight of you. Then a video of the Chancellor telling you you were getting a 'second chance' and going to Earth.

Then some kid starts floating around. You roll your eyes at the idiot. Two others follow suit and then the dropship shakes violently.

When you land violently the two boys were dead. You unbuckled yourself and ran over to Octavia.

She embraces you. "Y/N!" She exclaims. You laugh, grinning. "How are you here?!"

"Beat up Kayla, got arrested," you tell her. She chuckles slightly.

"Bet she deserved it," she says. You nod.

"Can't let someone diss my favorite girl," you say she raises an eyebrow.

"Would that be me?"

"Why yes it would, madame," you say. She rolls her eyes and heads for the letter. When she's halfway down she freezes.

"Bellamy?!" She asks. She jumps off and rushes through the crowd. Someone shoves you back, trying to get down the ladder.

By the time you get down, you see a bright light and alot of green.

"WE'RE BACK BITCHES!" You hear Octavia shout and everyone runs out. You follow and look around at your surroundings.

The trees, ground, and air was perfect. It was beautiful. It felt different, and you wobbled a bit, but you couldn't stop grinning.

You look around, trying to find Octavia.

"O!" You yell.

"Y/N?" You hear a voice say behind you. You turn around and see Bellamy.

You stare at him for a moment in shock. "W-What are you doing here?" You ask. He smirks a little.

"I made a deal to get on the drop ship," he says. You grin at him and wrap your arms around him. He laughs a bit.

You bury your face in his neck. "God, I swear I was going insane," you say.

"More insane than you already were?" He asks jokingly. You pull away from him, a small smile on your face.

"Without Bellamy Blake? Who wouldn't?" You ask sarcastically, although you weren't completely joking. You felt so completely empty without him.

"What'd I miss?" Octavia asks, walking over to you. You smile at her.

"Your brother missed me," you say. He rolls his eyes.

"That's not how this conversation was going," he says.

"I have no idea what you mean," you say, faking confusion.

Bellamy looks over your shoulder and you turn around to see the Chancellor's son, Wells, talking to a group of boys.

"We're just trying to figure out where we are," he says, gesturing to Clarke.

"We're on the ground," Bellamy says. "That not good enough for you?" Clarke notices you and takes a couple steps forwards.

"We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message."

"Screw your father," Octavia says. Wells looks confused. "What? You think you're in charge here? You... and your little Princess," she adds, looking at Clarke. You go to say something to Octavia, but Bellamy puts a hand on your arm, holding you back.

"Do you think we care whose in charge?" Clarke asks. "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 this'll be."

You look at Clarke and glance at the map she has. She continues to explain why it's important to get to Mount Weather.

"I got a better idea," Bellamy says. "You two go, find the supplies and bring them back here. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change."

The majority of people cheer, and you hit Bellamy's arm.

"You're not listening. We all need to go!" Wells says. A boy shoves him, and Wells stumbles.

"Look at this everybody. The Chancellor of Earth," the boy says. You roll your eyes as a few people laugh.

"You think that's funny?" Wells asks. The boy knocks Wells down and Clarke hurries over to him. You look around, knowing the two of them are right.

One of the boy's friends holds Clarke back, and you can't decide whether you want to help or not. The boy continues to mess with Wells as he stands up.

Suddenly, a boy jumps off the dropship inbetween the two boys. You look as see the same boy who thought it was smart to float around in the dropship.

"Kids got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight?" He asks. The boy who was messing with Wells looks annoyed before backing off.

Octavia walks over the the idiot boy and says, "Hey, space walker, rescue me next." You smile at her, and Bellamy glares at you.

"What?" You ask.

"That's your fault," he says. You roll your eyes, and he walks over to Octavia. You look over at Clarke, Wells, and the space walker. You walk over to them and see an annoyed Wells.

"How are the two of you gonna carry enough food for a hundred?" Wells asks and the space walker turns and grabs two boys from behind him.

"Four of us," he says. The boy in a red jacket looks a bit confused.

"Care to make it five?" You ask, smiling as you announce yourself. Clarke smiles at you.

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Great, can we go now?" The space walker asks.

"Sounds like a party. Make is six," Octavia says, skipping over to you. You smile at the girl and Bellamy frowns at you both.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Bellamy asks. You glance at the group before pushing Bellamy back to talk to him.

"We're going for a walk. If you're worried about Octavia, I'll make sure she's fine, I promise," you say. He glances at his sister before looking at you.

"Oh yeah and whose gonna look after you?" He asks. You roll your eyes.

"Octavia, duh," you say. Bellamy doesn't look impressed. You wipe all jokes from your tone. "C'mon, Bell, trust us. We'll be back by tomorrow. You don't want us to starve, right?" He still doesn't look sure.

Then he hears something behind you. "Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dead," Clarke says to the space walker. "Okay. Now lets go. Y/N!" She says. You pat Bellamy's shoulder. He was clearly thinking about something.

You playfully poke his head, and he looks at you and you chuckle.

"C'mon, you can live without us for a day. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" He pushes you towards the group. You kiss his cheek quickly, smiling.

"We'll be careful, I promise," you say, rushing off towards the group. You hear him mumble something, but don't think much of it. You see Clarke go up to Wells, but you go up to the space walker.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name," you say. His smile was a bit flirty.

"Finn, and you?"

"Y/N, and this is Octavia," you say introducing your friend. She smiles at him and says something to him, but you run up to the two boys. You sling your arms over their shoulders.

"What're your names?" You ask. The boy with goggles smiles at you.

"Jasper."

"Monty," the boy in the red jacket says. You smile at them.

"Y/N. Did I just meet my new friends?" You ask. They both laugh a little.

"Well, best friend spot is already taken," Jasper says and the boys point at eachother. You nod.

"Don't worry, I have my own bestfriend. But, that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?" You ask. They nod and Monty extends his hand to you. You take your arms off their shoulders and shake their hands.

"Sounds good," Monty says. You smile at them. "So is Octavia your bestfriend?" Monty asks. Octavia runs up behind you.

"Nope, I'm in second place to my brother," she says and sighs dramatically. You smile at her.

"Sorry, he's my favorite Blake, can't help it," you say. She slaps your arm.

"That's only because you think he's hot!" She says. You gape at her and the boys laugh.

"Not true!" You say and she raises an eyebrow. "I think you're hot, too!" You say and kiss her cheek. She rolls her eyes.

"But you don't wanna-"

"Nope, don't say it. It's weird," you say. Monty and Jasper exchange a look before laughing.

Clarke takes her place at the front of the group, and Finn joins your little sub group.

"So... what did you all get arrested for?" He asks. You glance at Octavia while Monty and Jasper say they made moonshine or something like that.

"I beat a girl to a pulp," you say flatley and Octavia cracks a small smile. Finn and the boys look at you surprised. You shrug your shoulders. "She was talking shit about the two hottest people I know," you say, putting your arm around Octavia.

She smiles a bit at you. "What about you, Octavia? What'd they get you for?" Jasper asks. She glances back at him and pulls away from you.

"Being born," she says, picking up her pace a bit. You frown at her back, and glance back at the boys.

"That, my friend, was so not game," Monty says to Jasper, who frowns. You pat his shoulder.

"She'll come around," you say and he gives you a small smile. You look over and see Octavia at the top of a rock.

"O! What are you doing?" You call. She looks back at you and smirks. She takes her shirt and pants off, and Jasper stares at her. Then, Octavia jumps.

You run over to see her gasping for breath. You start taking off your shoes, when she stands.

"Kidding!" She says. You glare at her, but crack a smile.

"I'm gonna kill you!" You exclaim. She laughs and you shake your head. You peel your shirt over your head, and the others start getting undressed. Just as you got your pants off, you notice something.

"Octavia! Get out of the water Octavia!" Jasper yells. A serpent like thing was coming at her. You started sliding down the rock as Octavia gets swooped away. You let out a scream as you're splashed.

"Octavia!" You scream. Finn pulls you back up, and you run over to where she is. "Jasper go over there!" You say, pointing.

"What?!"

"Just get ready to jump!" You shout. He nods and runs to where you pointed. You roll a large rock into the water, gaining the serpent's attention.

It leaves Octavia and she starts actually drowning. Jasper jumps in and saves her. He blushes as she hugs him and kisses his cheek.

You kneel next to her. "God, I was this close to being killed by Bellamy," you say creating a small space between your thumb and pointer finger.

"Love that that's what you're thinking about," Octavia says. You chuckle and hug her.

"God, I might kill you myself for scaring me so bad," you say. She laughs a bit, hugging you back.

Clarke wraps up her leg, and we all get dressed again.

Later, when you all figured out how to get across you grab the vine from Finn. "Sorry, no way am I missing this opportunity," you say. Finn bows and hands you the vine. You chuckle slightly and adjust yourself on the vine.

"Fuck it," You say to yourself and everyone smiles at you. You grin at Octavia and release a breath as you allow yourself to swing across. When you land, you send the vine back and Finn catches it.

You grin and jump. "WE DID IT!" you shout and they cheer. Finn gets ready to join you, and you dust off a sign you find. You hold it up.

"MOUNT FUCKING WEATHER!" you yell. They all seem excited, until you fly backwards. You stare at your chest, seeing a long spear by your heart.

"Y/N!" Octavia yells.

Soon, you see blurry, small figures disappearing and someone grabbing you. You groan, but pass out soon.

It felt like literal years before you heard voices again. You could feel the wood around you, and your chest didn't feel like it had a spear in it anymore so that was good. It felt a little better, but it also felt like your shirt was ripped open.

You hear growling, and then a shout and just a lot of chaos below you. You were barely conscious and eventually, you felt something warm against you.

Someone had grabbed you again. You groan from the movement.

But then you heard his voice and you knew it was okay.

Bellamy.

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[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

Ok, I’ve never even watched The 100 and I’m fucking pissed

I know some things about the plot, have caught it on tv a few times and watched a couple of clips before, but even I knew Bellarke was the fucking heart of the show. I could see that even just watching from the sidelines, because I’ve seen enough shows to know what kind of ships fans get so obsessed about. 

So, Bellarke fans, welcome to the club, you should know you’re not alone, cause there are some of us who have faced the same shit before, which is to have one part of the ship kill the other for no fucking reason, character murder a character before you actually kill them off, and have a middle finger shoved at our faces. 

Sincerely, as Joeliana and The Man in the High Castle former lover, I understand your struggle and wish to strangle the one responsible. Also, as a Timeless fan, it’s pretty similar too. Let alone GoT. 

I’m not a fan and I’m fucking pissed, I don’t even know how to explain the feeling. I guess I just know all too well how it feels like. So hang on in there, those cunts tried to kill your story, don’t let them, write your own endings, because you know that story and love it a lot more than they ever will. Don’t settle, cause a fucking riot! Do not go gentle into the night.

Jaime Lannister, Joe Blake, Garcia Flynn and finally Bellamy Blake, deserved better. No one will ever change that.

I had a misfortune of being the biggest fan of a show that didn’t have a big fandom so the outrage died down, and I was left with ranting to myself and a couple of people I know that actually watched it. But you guys have a chance to riot until the cunts that pissed you off regret it to no end.

#The 100 #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #i know how it feels like #because #the man in the high castle #timeless #game of thrones

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Chasing Butterflies: Twilight’s Last Gleaming

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Season 1; Episode 5: Twilight’s Last Gleaming Pairings: OC x OC best friends, no love interests chosen yet Warnings: Swearing and mild violence Word Count: 2,265

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"E! Nova! You guys gotta get up and see this!" Harper calls as she walks into the girls tent. She moves to shake Elara awake and turns to check that Nova is up when Elara blinks her eyes open. "Come on!" She says once more leaving the tent.

Elara and Nova share a look but stand up following Elara's old cellmate out of their tent. Elara stands with just a singlet and underwear and Nova in a sports bra and pants. Upon exiting the tent they see the rest of the delinquents looking up at something in the sky.

They follow their gazes to see a pod from the ark falling to Earth. "They're coming to help us. Now we can kick some grounder ass." Jones says from the girls left.

The rest of the delinquents cheer. Nova rolls her eyes as she hears Roma mutter, "Please tell me they brought some shampoo."

"I hope they sent weapons." Nova says.

"And medical supplies and warmer clothes." Elara adds.

Nova turns on her heel, heading back inside the tent. She throws on a shirt and her jacket then starts packing a small bag. A few minutes later Elara joins her back inside, "We're going, right?" Elara asks.

"I am. And I'll bring some others. You should stay behind though." Nova replies.

"What? Why?" 

"I don't know where Clarke is right now. You need to stay here since you have medical experience."

Elara sighs, "Fine. Just be safe."

"Always am."

This comment makes Elara raise an eyebrow at the petite girl, "Please. Don't make me laugh." Nova smirks then walks past her and out of the tent. 

"Octavia! Ready?" Nova calls.

Octavia nods, "Yeah, we just have to get Bellamy." Nova follows Octavia into the tent used for setting up plans, "We should get moving. Everyone's ready."

"No one's going anywhere. Not while it's dark it isn't safe. We'll head out at first light; pass the word." Bellamy answers.

"You aren't the boss of me in case you’ve forgotten. I'm going whether you like it or not." Nova snaps at the older boy.

"Can you please listen for once in your life." Bellamy sighs.

Octavia answers before Nova can argue, "Everyone for a hundred miles saw this thing come down. What if the grounders get to it first? Bell, we should go now."

"I said we wait till sunrise." He says once more.

Octavia huffs and leaves the tent, "I'm going. I don't care if I go alone. No grounder is going to get me. And you can't make me stay." Nova says. She turns on her heel to leave but Bellamy grabs her arm, stopping her.

"Nova, I'm serious. I don't want you getting hurt."

Nova carefully looks at Bellamy, "If you keep acting like that I'm going to start thinking you care about me, Blake."

Bellamy cracks a smile, "Maybe I do, angel."

"Well you know I can fight. A grounder doesn't have a chance against me. And if you're that concerned, come with me."

"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

Nova tilts her head and smirks, "What made you think that?"

Bellamy rolls his eyes and finally let's go of her arm. "So, are you coming with me?" Nova asks.

Bellamy sighs, "Sorry for this, Nova." Nova opens her mouth to ask what he means but before any words leave her mouth Bellamy hits her over her head with a heavy stick, knocking her out.

Nova slumps over, Bellamy catching her before she hits the ground. He gently lays her down and walks past her out the tent, getting ready to leave the camp without anyone else's knowledge. 

Outside of the tent Elara made herself busy talking with some of the other delinquents. After about 15 minutes Elara looks around, a concerned look plastered on her face. "Have any of you seen Nova?"

The delinquents around her shake their heads, "She probably left." Atlas says.

Elara turns her head to look at her ex-boyfriend. "Bellamy said to wait until sunrise."

"Like she would listen to him. Come on, Elara. You're her best friend. Don't you know her better than that?"

Elara rolls her eyes, "Did anyone see her leave?"

"I didn't."

"Then help me look for her. If she's not here then you're probably right."

This time Atlas rolls his eyes, but rather than arguing he turns around to start looking for Nova. Not thinking that he would actually find her, he pushes open the tent that they use to discuss plans. His eyes immediately find the petite girl.

He sticks his head out of the tent, "Elara! I found her!" He yells for the brunette. Hearing his calls she quickly runs out of the dropship and to the tent. She rushes over to Nova and gently shakes her awake.

Atlas stands over her shoulder, watching the interaction. "Nov? Nova, wake up." Elara quietly says.

Nova finally wakes up groaning and raising her hand to the side of her head. "I'm going to kill Bellamy." She grunts out.

"What? What did he do?" Elara asks.

"He fucking knocked me out. What a piece of shit."

Nova pushes herself off the ground, almost making herself lose her balance. "Be careful! You might have a concussion!"

"I'll be fine once I kill him."

"Nova Marie Kane!" Elara scolds. 

Nova looks at her shocked, "Did you just mom me?" Elara glares, "Sorry, not funny. But seriously I feel fine. Just incredibly pissed off. Can I please go find Bellamy so I can kill him now?"

Without waiting for a reply Nova pushes past Elara and Atlas. She walks outside the tent at the same time that Clarke and Finn enter the camp. "Did you guys see that? You know it's from the Ark, right? It has to be." Fox tells the two delinquents.

"Grab your stuff. Let's find out." Clarke replies.

"Bellamy said we're gonna wait until sunrise." Fox says.

"Where is he?" Clarke asks, starting to walk towards his tent.

"Don't bother. He already left. Let's go." Nova says. She angrily walks past delinquents, who are literally jumping out of her way. She exits the camp, Clarke and Finn on her heels.

"What do you mean? How do you know he already left?" Finn asks.

"Because the asshole knocked me out so I didn't leave. Whatever is in that pod he wants bad. And he has a head start."

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 Just as the sun begins to rise, the trio of delinquents arrive at the area where the pod landed. "Should we split up?" Clarke asks.

"Yeah. You go that way, Clarke." Finn says, gesturing to the left. "You can check that way." He gestures to the right.

Nova and Clarke nod, "Stay within yelling distance." Nova says, walking away from the other two.

After wandering aimlessly for a few minutes Nova turns around to head back the way she came. She makes it to the pod just in time to see a girl kissing Finn. "Well, that's one way to greet someone." Nova says.

Nova looks towards Clarke, seeing that Clarke looks rather annoyed. Her attention is brought back to Finn and the girl when Finn asks, "How did you get here?"

"You know that big scraphold? The one on K deck?" She answers.

"You built that from scrap?"

"I kind of rebuilt it." Finn laughs in response. 

"You're insane." He says with a shake of his head.

"I'd do more for you and worse. Just like you would for me." She staggers into Finn's arms. 

"Come on, sit down." Finn says. He leads her over to a rock and takes his jacket off to put around her. 

Clarke and Nova finally walk over to the couple, "You need to put pressure on her wound." Clarke says, handing Finn an ice pack.

"Thanks," The girl says.

"This is Clarke and Nova. They were on the dropship too. This is Raven." Finn introduces.

"Clarke? This was all because of your mom."

"My mom?" Clarke asks, shock evident in her voice.

"This was all her plan. We were trying to come down here together. If we waited-" She cuts herself off, "Oh my God. We couldn't wait because the council was voting whether to kill three hundred people to save air."

"When?" Clarke asks in a panic.

"Today. We have to tell them you're alive." We all move back to the pod. Raven reaches inside, "The radio's gone." She says, moving back to face the other three.

"That jackass." Nova curses. She squeezes her hand into a fist and punches the pod. She hisses in pain as the sensitive skin on her knuckles comes into contact with the metal. 

Clarke reaches over to Nova in concern but Nova pushes her away, "I'm fine. We have to head back. We need to find him."

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 Spotting Bellamy, Nova quickly runs over and punches the older boy across the face. She shoves him against a tree and pulls out her knife, holding it against his neck, "I should kill you." She hisses out, glaring.

Bellamy glares back but doesn't say anything, knowing that he deserves this. "Where the hell is it Bellamy?" Clarke asks from behind Nova.

"Where's what?" He questions, playing dumb.

"They're getting ready to kill three hundred people up there to save oxygen, and I can guarantee you it won't be council members. It'll be working people, your people."

"Where's the radio?" Finn asks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bellamy says once more.

"Stop playing dumb Blake." Nova says through clenched teeth.

"Blake? Bellamy Blake? They're looking everywhere for you." Raven says.

Nova turns her head to look at the girl but doesn't stop pressing her knife to his throat. "Why are they looking for him?" Clarke asks.

"Shut up." Bellamy grunts out.

"He shot Chancellor Jaha." Raven replies.

"That's why you took the wristbands. Needed everyone to think we're dead." Clarke says.

"All that whatever the hell we want? You just care about saving your own skin." Finn glares at Bellamy.

Nova scoffs and finally backs away, shaking her head. "Where the hell is the radio Bellamy?" She asks.

Bellamy rolls his eyes," Jaha deserved to die. You all know that."

"Yeah, he's not my favorite person either, but he isn't dead." Raven replies.

"What?"

"You're a lousy shot."

Clarke steps closer to Bellamy, "Bellamy, don't you see what this means? You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. That's who you are. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?"

Bellamy hesitates, then sighs, "It's too late."

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 After regrouping at the camp and bringing more delinquents out to help look for the radio, the group stood in the river where Bellamy threw the radio.

Bellamy moves towards Elara, "It's going to take a long time for Nova to forgive me, isn't it?" He asks.

Elara looks at him, "Why does that matter to you?"

Bellamy shrugs, "I don't know. I guess it was kinda nice with her not hating me all the time. But I fucked up big time."

"Yeah, you did."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes. But I don't hold grudges. I know you did it to protect Octavia."

Bellamy nods, "Hey! I found it!" Jones calls bringing Elara and Bellamy's attention away from each other.

They all run over, "Can you fix it?" Clarke asks Raven.

"Maybe, but it'll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what's broken." Raven answers.

"Like I said, it's too late." Bellamy replies.

Clarke marches up to Bellamy and shoves his chest, "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?"

"You asked me to help. I helped."

"Is there any other way we can let them know that we're alive?" Nova asks, stopping any arguing.

"You mean without a radio?" Finn asks.

"Yeah, I have an idea." Raven replies, smiling brightly at Nova. "You're a genius."

Nova shrugs, "I've been called a lot of things but never a genius." She then flashes one of her rare smiles, "I like it."

Elara can't help the laugh that escapes her lips. 

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 As night falls, the group of delinquents get ready to launch flares. The group quickly gets everything set up and lights the flares. The rockets blast off, the delinquents all looking up at them in awe. 

Clarke, Bellamy, Elara, and Nova stand next to each other watching the rockets light up the sky. "You think they can see it from up there?" Bellamy asks the girls.

"I don't know. I hope so." Clarke replies.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough." Nova says.

"Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" Clarke asks. The three others turn to give her questioning looks, "Forget it."

They turn their heads back to the flares, "I wouldn't even know what to wish for. What about you?" Bellamy questions.

"I would wish for my parents to be here with me." Elara says.

Nova hums, "I would want to go back in time."

"For what?" Bellamy asks.

"So that I never went to councilman Abraham's place."

"Didn't he die from a heart attack?" Elara asks.

"Nope. He's the guy I killed."

"Didn't you say he deserved it though? Why would you want to stop yourself from killing him?"

Nova shakes her head, "That’s not what I- Forget it. It’s not important.”

#The 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 rewrite

[pendragaryen]

And FINALLY things are getting into motion! With watching episode 4 I had the strong and constant feeling that they’re finishing up all the storylines of the different pasts and begin to combine them, leading them into the present - this is so exciting! But besides that I really loved the whole introduction scenario with Hope and Dev and their shared past so much, these short five minutes were so intense - on large part bc of the beautiful soundtrack. So many emotions. And Dev definitely deserved better… I was shook… I also enjoyed the little flashback with Hope and Octavia and the story of the Hesperides. We love us some history-nerdy Blakes. ;)

And finally there’s my badass Clarke again determined to safe (her husband) her friends, acknowledging that they are most likely in gravely danger - and tossing her own safety overboard with it. WE STAN! You go girl!!! I’ve been waiting too long for this story arc. Seriously tho, I felt entertained by the first 3 eps, no doubt, but they felt like filler episodes to me compared to all of the things and actions that started now. Like Miller said: This planet sucks anyway - or what was it? MOOD. I wasn’t much into Santum even right from the start. And I’m not sad leaving it and all its story arcs (again: Sheidhedawho? Not interested). I really enjoyed the scenes with Raven and Jordan later on. Raven was in her element again, it was so good to see her joy and excitement coming back! On the other hand I really love how they handled her trauma initialized by what she had to do last episode. This HAD to be addressed and I really appreciated the little princess mechanic moment we got concerning the matter. None of us is innocent…

>Before I go on I’d like you to know, that you can always blacklist my rant about certain characters by blacklisting “anti” + the name of that character if you don’t like to see it on your dashes (sorry, that was badly written...>.<). I completely respect other opinions, but mine is very clear  - and it was from the very start in this particluar case... I disliked the character of Echo even way back in season 2, and as far as I am concerned the writers didn’t make me feel any better or different about her along the way. That scene in today’s episode, her ruthless merciless killing of these Disciples and the way she was treating the man who considered her as a FRIEND after 5 years of living together (or at least as an ally) had literally cemented my judgement about her. And yes I know literally EVERYone in this series has done horrible things to safe their own or themselves. But she’s proven time and time again that she hasn’t changed a bit and/or that she hasn’t the slightest doubt about the fact that death/killing is the only possible choice… Remorse excluded. Maybe... we’re SUPPOSED to dislike her, maybe this is the purpose of this whole character. To always question their actions. But i’m too tired for this. I’m literally done with her. I am not interested in her story arc whatsoever. End of rant.<

Returning to the much brighter notes now: No, I still can’t see anything else than friendship and understanding between Clarke and Gaia. It’s exactly like we thought: Their bond was shown and pronounced, bc it had to make sense that Clarke leaves Madi with her while she’s gone. Their mutual trust in each other had to be comprehensible.

And the man who attacked Gaia? (And it WAS a man, those strong legs and the grunting noises left no doubt about it.) I can hardly believe I’m saying this but I agree with some of your speculations here and say, that this really could be Bellamy himself… But omg… How the heavens would this make any sense?! But then again… what DOES make sense at this early point of the ride… mh… I HOPE I’m wrong, seriously. Couldn’t stand the thought of Clarke going for his rescue - just for him to return to Sanctum (and then through the wormhole) again and NOT being there when she arrives…

Finally something funny: I really have to mention my feelings when Clarkekru set foot on Nakara (is it Nakara? The ice planet?) for the first time. Does someone else maybe remember a show called “Sliders” back in the 90s? Bc hahaha… I was SO REMINDED of it, when the anomaly kinda spat out our lovelies! And it looked so poorly made, really bad CGI, like it was back then in the 90s, seriously, I really had to laugh so hard. But besides that: SHIT. Are they now STUCK on that planet bc the anomaly stone of Sanctum was destroyed? So at least a return to Sanctum seems not possible anymore. Ugh…

What an episode! I really enjoyed the watch! (And especially Gabriel in his tank-top 😉😋) But yeah... i want my Bellamy back please... *sigh*

#the 100 #the 100 spoilers #bellarke #the 100 season 7 #clarke griffin #raven reyes #hope diyoza #octavia blake #dev #Orlando #my edit #review #series 7 #fave episodes #hesperides #anti echo #text post #words #just sayin'... #just me

[pretend-writer]

Down Below (Chapter 64)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 1.8k words

Warning: swearing, mention of sex, mention of violence

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Everything we've ever worked for was gone; our home, our food and our leader who we thought we could count on no matter what.

I always knew that what Octavia and I did was for Wonkru, we always wanted the best for our clan. Even the toughest time, we told each other it was for survival.

What I have done in the past six years will never be forgiven but I knew in my heart that I've done the things I've done for the better. I've killed to protect my best friend, we've rationed human meat to help Wonkru survive.

Burning down hydrofarm could not be helping Wonkru at all. I tried understanding Octavia's logic but I couldn't get it. Maybe she had lost her ways, maybe the issue was deeper than Abby and her blackmailing two teenagers.

Either way, I felt a sense of responsibility on my end too. The problem with Dark Year all started from me after all; I was the cause of all of this mess. It was some sort of chain reaction, a butterfly effect.

That one bullet changed everything and I've ruined every single lives that I was supposed to protect, including the ones that were in the Ring. Because of what I've done, they came back to Earth and got involved in the mess I've created.

With a backpack full of ration we probably can't keep for six days, we marched toward Shallow Valley to take the only livable land on Earth. As I caught up to Octavia who led us, I tugged on her arm. 'Why did you do it?'

'We need the Valley, it's the only way Wonkru can survive.' She didn't turn around to answer as she kept her head up. 'Thought you'd understand.'

'Did you really tell Bellamy to kill Indra in the fighting pit?' I couldn't keep this to myself, the thought of Octavia betraying her people circled my mind.

She stayed silent for a bit before she answered. 'Since when are you and Bellamy talking again?'

'I had to go see him before he was sent off. Why wouldn't I go?' I bit my lips, 'You would sacrifice your family if they weren't blood? Is that all I am to you?'

Octavia quickly turned her head, 'Of course I would never do that to you Y/N.'

'Indra was someone who cared for you this whole time since we've been sent down. If you betrayed her, then I'm sur-'

'Can we not speak of this? You're speaking nonsense.'

'Nonse-' I sighed, trying to wrap my head around all of this. 'I've killed innocent people because Abby threatened to hurt you. I did all the things I was against to protect you.'

Octavia rolled her eyes, continuing to look straight into the sands. 'I never asked you to protect me.'

My brows raised, not believing what came out of Octavia's mouth. Despite me doing things that were wrong, I convinced myself it was okay as long as Abby didn't hurt Octavia.

I threw all my beliefs and morals away just to have Octavia tell me that all the shit I've done was unappreciated. I felt as though I've been living a lie for four years.

'Are you fucking kidding me?' I huffed, not knowing what else to say in such situation.

I've sacrificed everything for someone I thought was my best friend. Octavia was the only person I've ever cared about these past few years and now I feel stupid that I've changed myself for someone like her.

'Wait, Y/N. I didn't-'

'I've done everything for you, stood by you this whole time because I thought that I meant that much to you.' I shook my head and turned back around.

Octavia grabbed onto my hand as she tried to pulled me back to the front. 'Y/N, I'm sorry.'

While tears dripped down my face, I angrily yanked my arm away from her. Looking at her dead in her eyes, I took a deep breath and walked away.

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Eating my last small portion of my ration, I sat alone in front of the fire. In the corner of my eye, I saw Monty and Bellamy talking and smiling; They seemed so happy and I wondered how different my life would've been if I went to The Ring with them.

All of Spacekru were a big family, something I've envied since I was a little girl. I could've been a part of all of that but I gave it all up to be a better person instead of taking the suit from Emori or Echo. Instead I just to turned it all around to be the worst person I could be down at the bunker.

I stood up, pacing towards Monty and Bellamy thinking that I should try to talk to them. The closer I got to them, the harder my heart pounded. I was more than nervous to talk to the people I've known for years.

Bellamy and Monty looked up as they heard footsteps from my direction. Monty gave me a light smile, motioning me to come sit with them. Bellamy however looked away without a reaction.

'What do you want?' Bellamy said in a monotone voice as he stared at the fire.

'I was wondering if we can talk alone?' I held my breath, scared of him possibly yelling at me or saying something mean that I'd definitely deserve.

Monty looked at me with sad eyes and looked back at Bellamy. The way Monty have been treating me was something I did not deserve; he had every right to hate me but he didn't.

Bellamy let out a loud sigh and stood up. He walked to his tent and mumbled. 'Fine.'

I followed him in, balled my hand into a fist trying to maintain my emotions. I was scared that it might turn worse than it already was but I had to try. I needed to talk to him.

He crossed his arms, showing no interest of whatever I wanted to say. 'What?'

'I-I' My mind went blank, panicking as if this was the first time ever talking to him. Everything was intense starting with his body language, it already felt like I didn't belong here someway. 'I really don't know what to say other than I'm sorry.'

'You're sorry? Are you serious? That's not going to bring anyone back.'

'I know. All the things I've done in the bunker can never be forgiven, I know that too. But know that everything I've done was because I thought it was the best to protect Wonkru.'

'How am I supposed to understand that you've killed from the goodness from your heart? How am I supposed to be okay with that, Reyes?'

Was it wrong for me to think that Bellamy was being hypocritical? All the years he was apologizing for killing the grounders especially when they weren't attacking, I stood by him and forgave him.

After a whole bunch of mess we've been through together, I knew from the bottom of my heart that he was different. I gave him chance after chance and this one mistake just made him turn around and forget me?

It was stupid to think that because I know that I didn't deserve forgiveness. I should never be forgiven for killing my own people but given the circumstances Bellamy was in a few years back, I thought he'd at least understand where I was coming from.

This should've have never been brought up but my chest was hurting from pain, I had to let it out. 'You've killed people too Bellamy. You've apologized over and over, I always forgave you.'

Tears were rolling down my face, it was as if I forgot how to cry. These past years being under the bunker, I've told myself to not shed a tear and now I couldn't stop. I was finally letting all my pain and suffering out.

'I've already told you, I've never killed my own people but you did! You were okay with killing Wonkru!' Bellamy yelled.

'We both killed to protect our own, how is that any different!?' We were yelling at each other and I wondered if anyone outside the tent heard us.

'It's different because it's you Reyes!' He shouted as his eyes got watery. 'You were supposed to protect everyone like you've done since day one of being here on Earth. I'm just a mess up that always does something wrong. You were the leader for everyone, including Wonkru. We are not the same, I've always made mistakes but you...'

A sudden anger sparked in me, 'How selfish of you to fucking say that! You can make mistakes but I can't? All my life I tried to be good. Then I make one mistake and I'm a bitch that everyone wants dead. I wanted to leave with Jasper but you told me to survive. I survived for you!'

His eyes widened, surprised that I started crying and screaming. Bellamy reached out to me, trying to pull on my hand before I swiped it away. 'Get the fuck off of me! I'm so done. I'm done.'

'Reyes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.' Before I was able to storm out of his tent, he pulled me in. 'I didn't say that to try to hurt your feelings, I'm sorry.'

Pushing him away, I cried even more. 'I never asked to be the leader, I didn't even want to be in the fucking bunker. I'm tired of all of this. People want me to be perfect when I'm not, I'm not at all!'

Bellamy pulled me in again, hugging me tightly as he rubbed my back. 'Y/N, I'm sorry.'

Eventually giving up on struggling out of his grip, I cried into his chest. 'It's not fair, you told me to live and the bunker was the worst years of my entire life. I'm here all because of you.'

He reached for my chin and lifted my head up. With his thumb, he wiped my tears and looked me in my eyes. I didn't realize until now that I missed the way he looked at me the way he did.

Bellamy licked his lips before he slowly leaned in to lock our lips. It's been a long time since we've been this intimate, I almost forgot how it felt to be in his arms.

Wanting his taste, I kissed back passionately as I slid my hand into his shirt. Bellamy did the same to mine, except he broke the kiss to take my top off.

He didn't waste any time as he pulled me back in, sliding his hands up and down my sides. Eventually landing his hand on the band of my jeans, he unbuttoned them.

'Blake, I-' I mumbled under my breath in between the kisses. He traced my lip with his thumb as he shushed me.

'You don't have to feel alone anymore, I'm here.' He spoke softly, erasing all of the bad memories from the past few years. I nodded, still kissing him as he gently laid me on the ground.

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