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Lone Wolf chapter 11
Summary: the story continues
Author note: First I want to apologize it took so long for me to post the next chapter for lone wolf. After that, I want to thank everyone who has sent me comments and kudos for my writing. I haven’t forgotten this story, writing has just been difficult the last couple of months.
previous chapters: part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8 - part 9- part 10
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“What! Gives you the right to touch my daughter!” you were livid. How dare this boy touch your daughter. Madi in general had a hard time with being touched. The only people who were allowed to touch her freely, were you, Lexa, Clarke and Anya. From time to time Indra, but that was only when Madi instigates it. So who did this piece of shit think he was for giving Madi a panic attack.
At this point, you were really starting to regret coming to the Skaikru. Would Clarke be really upset if you cut this guy's throat? Probably. Pushing aside the murderous intent you were feeling you turned toward Madi who was still protected by Dina. Madi who was still sobbing uncontrollably. You throw the sword in your hand to the side and crouch down so you are at eye level with your daughter. Dina steps away from the two of you and keeps the rest away.
When Madi spots you through tear-filled eyes, she looks you straight in the eyes but doesn’t move to get closer to you.
“hey, peanut.” You say in a voice you only reserve for your daughter. The little girl is so attuned to the sound that she is already calming down.
“Mama?”
“Yes baby, it is Mama. Are you feeling big emotions?” you knew she was but this made it easier for Madi to work through it. Madi gave you a small nod.
“is the feeling going away?” most of the time the emotions Madi was feeling would pass on their own. When Madi shook her head, you gave her a reassuring smile.
“that is okay. I am here and we are getting through this together. Can I touch you?” with speed almost too fast for a human, Madi was in your arms. She pressed her head against your chest to feel your steady heartbeat. The sound helped in calming her down.
“alright baby, can you tell me five things you see?” your voice is just about a whisper but Madi could hear you just fine.
Clarke and Lexa were wrapping up their meeting. Things had gone smoother than hoped and resulted in the two being able to meet (Y/N) and Madi for lunch. Clarke was putting away the last of the documents when one of the guards sprinted into the tent. The markings on their arms told them that they were on (Y/N) personal guard. Lexa was aware of the guards (Y/N) had put on both her and Clarke.
“Heda! Permission to speak.” The guard asked. Like all your subordinates they had discipline.
“speak soldier,” Lexa said in her heda voice.
“Heda, Wanheda, both of you are needed at the training grounds. One of the Skaikru boys tried to touch the princess. Causing her to have a panic attack and the general to lash out at the boy. Some of the females with the boy are afraid of an escalation.” The guard spoke so fast that Clarke and Lexa almost didn’t catch all of it. The moment Clarke heard Madi was involved she started walking toward the training ground, not listening to Lexa who was calling after her.
Lexa took a moment to collect herself and thanked the guard, before going after her wife-turned-mamabear. She already felled sorry for whoever stood in her way.
Clarke was at the training grounds in no time. There she saw the Gona from a circle around you, Raven, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy. Dina was standing close to you ready to react to any situation. You were cradling Madi to your chest, trying to console the sobbing toddler.
Madi didn’t seem to be injured, neither did you. Bellamy on the other hand was sporting a big red line around his neck. Steeling herself Clarke stepped forward to make her presence known. Bellamy was the first to approach her, like a kid rating out somebody to the teacher. You however stayed where you were, cuddling Madi close to your chest.
Instead of listening to Bellamy rambling Clarke made her way toward you and Madi. Laying a comforting hand on Madi’s back.
“Maid sweetheart, look who is here.” You whisper in your daughter's ear. Locking eyes with Clarke, conveying that it was a bad one. Very slowly Madi lifted her head from your shoulder and looked behind her. When she spotted her mommy, she started reaching out for her and you quickly handed her over to Clarke so she could soak in her mommy’s scent. The toddler sagged into the blond's hold immediately.
For some reason, Clarke’s and Lexa’s scents had always a calming effect on you and Madi.
“hey love, somebody told me you were cuddling with Mama. Mind if I join?” Clarke spoke in a tender tone, to not set Madi off again. That had happened in the past when she was overwhelmed too soon.
“Mama helped. Big emotions. Counted. Calmed.” Madi’s sentences were cut short, telling Clarke she hadn’t down completely.
“oh! You and Mama did the counting. Did it help?” Clarke was relieved when Madi nodded into her chest. While Clarke was talking to Madi you had positioned yourself in front of them with crossed arms and a death stare levelling Bellamy, who was trying to get closer.
“what made you feel the big emotions? Can you tell Mommy?”
“Man touched me,” Madi said burring her face back into Clarke’s chest.
“what man sweety?” Clarke Cöed as to not set her off again. without looking Madi pointed a finger toward Bellamy, who was trying to push past (Y/N). (Y/N) however, wasn’t bunching an inch. In the meantime, Raven and Octavia tried to pull Bellamy back.
“let me pass! I have to talk to Clarke.” He tried to sound intimidating, hoping you would let him pass.
“you upset my daughter, do you really think I’m just going to let you near her? No way in hell! If Clarke wants to talk to you she will come over here. Until then back off!” your voice was nothing more than a growl.
Clarke really had hoped Bellamy wasn’t involved. You already didn’t like him and this wasn’t helping. She could only hope to settle your mood before things escalated. Clarke still remembered the last time somebody touched Madi without permission. It was a warrior from Azgeda. He had quickly lost his hand and head. Then she hadn’t batted an eye at it. She hoped it didn’t turn into a brawl. You would level Bellamy with no problem, the only question was when you would stop once you started.
Clarke walked with Madi still clinging to her chest but stayed a couple of feet behind. Hoping this was enough distance for Madi. You immediately sensed Clarke come up behind you, turning partly around so you can look at her and Madi, still preventing Bellamy from getting closer. Clarke knew her next words would be hard for their friends but she had to think about her daughter and wife first. She could talk to her friends later, but first, she had to defuse the situation.
“I think all of you should return to camp until things have calmed down,” Clarke said while looking at her friends. Raven and Octavia seemed to understand, Lincoln respected the words of his kwin. They also knew that if they stayed longer and Bellamy did something stupid, they would be putting Clarke on the spot. Bellamy however started immediately pushing against you to get to Clarke.
“Clarke! Please listen to me. I didn’t mean to do this.”
“Back off!” you got into the shaggy-haired boy's face and pushed him back.
“you come here, make my daughter cry and now you dare to make demands toward our kwin. I should skin you alive for that.” This finally makes Bellamy back down with a loud gulp.
“General!” there was an edge to Clarke’s voice that told you you were getting onto thin ice. It made you back down just a little. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your wife.
“we will leave for now,” Raven said, pulling Bellamy back toward the camp. Leaving you and your family as the only ones in the training ground. The gona had scattered already, knowing nothing good came from upsetting their kwin when she was in mama-bear mode.
Lexa arrived at the exact moment the Skaikru left. You had turned around to look at Clarke. The blond looked anything but happy. Believing it to be best for you and Clarke to talk about whatever the issue was. So Lexa took Madi from Clarke's arms and retreated toward the tent.
“let’s go Madi. Mommy and Mama need to talk.”
“mad?” Madi asked.
“don’t know bug. Why don’t we go find something to eat and wait for them?”
“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have taken Bellamy’s head off today.” Clarke exploded the moment Madi and Lexa were gone. Now that everything had sunken in, Clarke had gotten angry with you. Her reaction made your anger surface again. why was she angry with you?
“He upset Madi. I just reacted on instinct.” You say between clenched teeth, not wanting to snap at Clarke.
“That was an over-the-top reaction. Bellamy didn’t know Madi would react like that.” Clarke counters, while stepping close to you. Like she wanted another response from you. At this point, you had a hard time not glaring at your wife.
“If it had been anybody else but that Skaikru boy we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“ you went too far. You acted like a sa…” Clarke seemed to catch herself at the last moment, but you knew what she was going to say. You had heard it often enough. The dark part in you that you had suppressed for so long reared its ugly head and you could feel your emotions freeze. Looming over Clarke you glared at her.
“say it.” A moment passed and it stayed quiet.
“say it!” the ringing of your voice surprised Clarke. She had never seen you like this.
“Savage.” The word was nothing more than a whisper but you could hear her loud and clear. Did your wife really think of you like that? You could stand for everybody else thinking you were a monster but not your family.
“maybe Clarke I am nothing more than a savage beast, pretending to be something else.” With that, you walked away and into the woods, leaving Clarke alone.
The moment you left a pang rang through Clarke. What had she done, she had never seen you so cold toward her before. When Clarke finally turned around she, you were gone.
part 12
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Clexa x reader headcannons
Part 1
English is not my first language, so if you catch a grammar mistake or have any tips to help me improve, just send me a message.
This was meant to be a fic i was writing but i'm lazy and wouldn't finish it. This is best second thing. I wrote this cause i wanted to read it. Write the fic you wanna see in the world.
If ends up being too OOC i apologize. Its been years since i watched the 100 and i was too eager to write and post this to do any research of the plot and Lexa and Clarke personalities.
That's it. Hope you enjoy.
Warnings: violence, mention of child abuse and death. 
- You are an assassin.
- Some would call your methods cowards ones, but they couldn't deny they were efficient.
- You were from Azgeda.
- A fierce assassin. Trained since you could remember.
- The first things you could remember was your trainer hitting and thoughing you up. Molding you.
- The twin knives you had were what gave you comfort.
- The lifeless gaze of your victims was what gave you purpose.
- You were a puppet of Queen Nia. With no mind of your own. Not really. What she said was what you believed.
- So when she said "the Heda is weak. She must be dethroned". You didn't bat an eye. You sneered at the thought of Heda.
- When they kidnapped Costia. You were there. You didn't get to torture her. But you watched.
- Costia never said a thing. Screamed. Begged. Yes. But never said anything about Heda.
- You felt disgust, disdain. She was pathetic.
- You had been through this many times. As a part of your training. You wonder why ahe couldn't hold herself. You did this when you were a child. She is a woman, in her 17 years old. She was just a disgrace to her lover.
- But, somewhere deep and hidden within you felt respect. She was loyal. You could see in her eyes. She knew something and yet she never told. You could admire that despite her making such a mess.
- She just was caught in a dangerous game.
- Ronan was your bestfriend. He was your greatest rival and greastest ally.
- He gained your respect when he bested you.
- And gained your friendship when he protected you from a punishment.
- He was the one to gift you your twin knives.
- He was soft. You knew that. But he still did what needed to be done.
- Until he didn't. He tried to free Costia, to run away with her.
- He didn't suceed. He was exiled. She was killed.
- You were on a mission when that happened. They sent Costia's head to Lexa then.
- Once you came back and learned of Ronan's betrayal, you were livid. disapointed. Alone.
- He was just too soft. Not fitting to the prince of the great Azgeda.
- The Queen Nia told to send for you. She had another mission for you.
- Heda forgave Ice Nation, therefore there was no war. So, she came up with another plan, perfect for your skillset. An assassin and spy.
- You were to serve Lexa, gather information, and when the time was right, assassinate the Heda.
- So along with other gifts, you were "given" to Heda as an "apology".
- Gustus and Indra didn't like you, they distrusted you.
- Titus was indiferent.
- Lexa hated your guts. Because of what you represented. Costia's murder.
- It takes a long time for you to get Lexa to even look at you. Let alone speak to you.
- When Queen Nia gets insastified with the lack of progression, you come up with a plan to get Lexa to see you as more than your nation.
- You plan something like Gustus did.
- A meeting of the clans is about to happen. But before that, there is a feast. And that is when your plan come to fruition.
- You poison Heda. "Save" her. Blame one of your companions. They take the fall without a complaint.
- When they look at you, awaiting for Lexa's final blow. They see the words forming in your mouth "Glory to Ice Nation".
- Lexa begins to trust you. And bit by bit, you two start to form a relationship.
- And slowly worm your way into Lexa's heart. And secrets.
Relationship with Lexa
- Angst :)
- Enemies to friends to enemies to lovers
- Lexa hated you and you hated her.
- To you, she wasn't deserving of being the commander.
- She was no Heda. Not your Heda.
- To her, you were a reminder of what was done to Costia. Her suffering, her murder, her severed head in a box.
- She may have allowed Azgeda to enter the coalition, but she didn't forget what they'd done. And she didn't forgive them. She couldn't.
- Before your plan, she wouldn't look at you. After it, she looked and talked to you, but distant, cold.
- But, oh well, it was something. And you tried to take advantage of that.
- You tried to talk. To aproach the Costia subject. To apologize.
- She almost cut your tongue right off.
- You don't try that again.
- None of your tricks to get her trust and sympathy were sucessful.
- What worked was something you didn't plan.
- Your interactions with the young natblida. Especially with Adrien.
- You liked children. Being among them. Playing and laughing as if everything was alright and nothing mattered more than having fun.
- You didn't have a happy childhood. It was robbed from you. And some part of you yearned for that.
- Kids reminded you that live could be good. If you only let yourself believe.
- Until one mission went wrong. You had to kill a mother and her child. Now, you couldn't bear to look at kids. The guilt consuming you.
- But, in Lexa's castle(?) you sometimes had to interact with them. To care for them.
- And, with time, you warmed to them.
- You watched them train, and tried to give some pointers but not too much to reveal you were a very capable fighter.
- You started talking with them. At first very formal and to the point, but as time went on and they started to annoy and try to lure you into conversations, you somehow became a part of their group.
- Pranks, fights, and some missdeeds. All of that far from Titus of course. And near you.
- And sometimes, there were times in which you caught tears streaming down your face. Your heart squeezing. In those times, you always leave early.
- Lexa found you there. Playing fight with the natblidas.
- You built a bond with them.
- And when she saw you with Adrien, laughing so carefree, enjoying the ausent adults, she thought that perphaps, you were not that bad of a person.
- And that way, finally, your attempts at talking with Lexa were met with answers.
- At the begining, the thing you talked the most was the natblidas.
- That was how you found out how Lexa was protective and wanted to change things for the next generation. To be better. For them.
- And, slowly, little by little, your view of Lexa began to change.
- She was smart. Driven. Fierce. Strong. Determined to do whatever it takes to protect her people.
- Lexa was a stoic person. Not one to laugh easily or to joke and play around.
- There were few moments you saw her smile. Most of them were around Adrien.
- And you loved when she had a smirk in her lips.
- You start hunting together. And you had to downplay your real abilities.
- Still, there were times you tried to impress Lexa. And you did. She just didn't make a big deal out of it.
- Then, like a fire or a star falling from the sky, a new threat apperead. The skaikru.
- And you realized Lexa trusted you when she asked your opinion of them.
- She also took you with her. To meet those people that fell from the ceilling.
- You sure were an oddity. Normally helpers weren't brought along. Considered an annoyance, you received a few ugly looks, but you weren't bothered by it, you were used to a lot worse.
- Despite being busy trying to deal the best way with the skaikru, you tried to spend time with Lexa.
- Help her. Sooth. Plan. Train. Prepare. Talk.
- One night, she talks about Costia.
- She was so bare. Vulnerable. So genuinely sad. Your heart broke for her.
- And the guilt came like a snow storm you didn't prepare for. It buried you alive.
- And when she slept and you looked at her, you knew at that moment. You couldn't bring yourself to kill her. To pierce a knive in her heart.
- She did it to yours first.
- Queen Nia found a way to contact you. Eager for information on the skaikru.
- But once she learns Heda intends on forming an aliance to rescue the people locked in the mountain, she sets her plan in motion.
- This happens shortly after Gustus death.
You tried to stop it, but it was too late.
- The army was ready and coming towards you.
- You talk to Queen Nia, subtly trying to convince her to at least delay her attack. But to no avail. It was happening.
- You didn't want to. But as Nia looked into your eyes with ones hard as ice, unmelting and unrelenting as the cold, you were reminded of your duty. Of your purpose. Lifeless gaze. But, for some reason, imaging it on Lexa's green eyes sickened you.
- The attack started and you awaited in Lexa's tent. Full gear. Your knives in your hands. And your heart on the ground. Shredded to pieces for what you'd have to do.
- Lexa enters in a haste. An enemy army was attacking. Azgeda.
- Not only preparing to fight, but to make sense of what was happening. To make a plan.
- When she sees you.
- And her expression of despair. Of urgence. Of worry falls as soon as she realizes the blades in your hands. The light armour on your body.
- Her expressions hardens then. As her heart breaks as she comes to an understanding.
- You don't talk. Nothing you could say would be able to remend the situation. Or your heart.
- As you lunge for her, she dives for her sword, in the far corner in the room. And as soon as she gets it, you know you're in disadvantage
- Lexa was an acomplished warrior. You were an assassin. You were quick, silent, deadly. She was strong, resistent, powerful. And deadly.
- Either way, you held your ground. As did she. Though you didn't really think you could overpower her.
- Until she slipped. And you took advantage of it. You disarmed her and pinned her to the ground. A knive to her neck.
- If she wanted, she could throw you over. Switch positions.
- If you wanted to, you could slit her throat.
- Yet, you both stood still. Panting. Waiting for the other to make a move.
- You heard footsteps.
- Whatever was your decision. You needed to do it now.
- You tensed. Gritted your teeth, trying to steel your resolve, still your trembling hands. But it all came tumbling down when you locked eyes with that emerald green.
- And you were reminded of that little smirk on the seldom times she'd make a joke.
- Of the strong and beautiful woman, that wanted to do good. That thought of Adrien as a little brother, but would tell no one. That would bring down anything and anyone that disturbed the peace and threathened her people.
- A great leader. The Heda.
- Your Heda.
- You couldn't kill her.
- So you fleed. Got up and before Lexa could say or do anything, you ran.
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"What about Clarke???"
Worry not, she's a lot more on the part 2 :)
Part 2
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Literally ran to ur blog as soon as I could pick my brain back off the theater floor to post comprehensibly what r ur thoughts I am so AAAAAA
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1) eddie was SO horny. the whole time. he kept up a boner in every fucking scene. that man was the horniest hes ever been. i think he came in his pants when he got cuffed. AND THEN STARED BRUCE IN THE EYE AFTER sticky pants and theres his fucking Beloved watching him hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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hed practiced that speech so many times but never saw past his heart eyes BRUCE you could have done something there!!! YES hes unhinged but now hes unhinged AND has your voice replaying eternally in his head digging at him hhhhhhhhhh god i love bruce making these men worse
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bruce taking the rats from eddies apartment home bc theres no one to take care of them w eddie in arkham and he looks up absolute mountains of rat care info and gets them an absolutely MASSIVE enclosure, fucking floor to ceiling, 5-6 levels, different stairs and platforms etc to get to each level, different chew toys on every level, and theyre fat and happy and he sometimes w take one out to sit on his shoulder and nibble at his hair when he needs a Rubber Duck for a case
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anyway. bruces new pet rats.
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Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it. 
Post Date: 05.28.21
Word count: 917
Based off: 03x07 “Thirteen”
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
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Semet and the others took you and Octavia on the long journey back to Polis to see the Commander, Lexa. They didn’t stop as they wanted to get to polis as quick as possible.
“The Flamekeeper promised we would be heard!” Semet says as he bursts through the guards. The other men push you and Octavia forwards.
“Octavia. Y/N,” You barely hear Clarke. You look over to see her standing off to the side.
“Forgive me for intruding on this holy day, Commander. I am Semet of Trikru and I come seeking justice,” Semet says to Lexa.
“Explain yourself. Why do you hold Octavia and Y/N of Skaikru prisoner?” Lexa questions.
“She is a prisoner of war, Commander -- brought here to bear witness to the crimes of their people,” Semet explains.
“What crimes? What happened?” Clarke questions both Semet and Titus.
“Skaikru attacked their village. Because their warriors were lost when your people massacred the army we had sent to protect you, their village was defenseless,” Titus explains.
“Please, Commander. I beg you. Avenge us,” Semet says.
“Blood must have blood!” A woman in the crowd says.
“Death to Skaikru!” A man says as the others in the room start to get agitated.
“You will show respect in this chamber!” Titus says to the upset grounders. Once the other grounders had calmed down a bit, Clarke, Lexa and Titus leave to discuss what to do. After a few minutes they return, silencing the other grounders.
“Today I call upon the armies of the 12 clans to march on Arkadia. Not to attack, but to contain. We will blockade the 13th clan. We will keep them from the lands they wish to possess. We will give them time to take out their leaders from within. Once they rise up against them, then we will welcome them back as one of us,” Lexa announces.
“You heard the commander. Send riders. Tell your armies to set up a buffer zone around Arkadia. 5 miles should be enough to keep them away from our villages. What are their orders, Heda?” Titus says.
“Any Skaikru caught across the line will be subject to a kill order,” Lexa says surprising us.
“Heda, I do not understand. How is this vengeance?” Seme asks, questioning Lexa’s commands.
“It is not vengeance, my brother. It is justice,” Lexa responds.
“Skaikru killed my sons. And my brother and my wife. If the spirit of the commander will not protect us then what will?” Semet says to the others..
“You mind yourself, Semet,” Titus reminds him.
“Death to the commander!” Semet yells. He charges at Lexa, but Titus was able disarm and stab him in the throat him before he could get close.
“Blood must have blood,” Titus says to Lexa. After the events in the chamber, they had released you and Octavia and allowed you to talk to Clarke.
“No wonder you wanted to stay,” Octavia says to Clarke.
“Stop. You know why i’m here. Are you two ok?” Clarke asks.
“Yeah,” You and Octavia say in unison.
“I saw Indra in the crowd. Why wasn’t she with Lexa?” Octavia says.
“Indra’s not doing so well. We can’t deal with that right now,” Clarke says.
“Ok, so what do we do?” You ask.
“I have to talk to Lexa,” Clarke responds.
“You just did that and came out with a kill order on all of us. That’s the second time that she left us all to die,” You point out.
“The 12 clans want a war. You two know that. Lexa’s just trying not to wipe us out,” Clarke says.
“Why am I not surprised that you’re still defending her?” Octavia says.
“I’ll see what I can do. Stay here, both of you,” Clarke says.
“Yeah, right,” You say under your breath. 
“Let’s go,” Octavia says implying she agrees with you. You walk around Polis as Octavia is taken to see Indra.
“How is she?” You ask as Octiavia finds you in the crowd.
“Not good. She’s giving up,” She responds.
“That doesn’t sound like Indra,” You say.
“It isn’t,” Octavia says as the two of you make your way back to the tower.
“She told you you can stay, didn’t she?” You ask walking into Clarke’s room.
“What did you say?” Octavia adds.
“Nothing,” Clarke responds.
“Clarke, we all know that Pike won’t obey the blockade. We need to stop him before more of our people get killed,” You say.
“What if I can do more for them by just staying here?” Clarke asks.
“You can’t, Clarke. We don’t have time for this,” Octavia doesn’t hesitate to say.
“Look. We need you. The kill order goes into effect at dawn. You have an hour to say your good-byes,” You say before you walk out with Octavia.
“If you’re not there, you’re not the person I thought you were,” Octavia says before you leave the room.
“Do you think she’s coming?” You ask Octavia.
“I don’t know. But I hope she does,” She responds. The two of you head down to the edge of the city and wait for Clarke to show up. About an hour passes and you don;t see any sign of Clarke so the two of you start to leave.
“Octavia and Y/N kom Skaikru,” You hear from behind you. The both of you immediately recognize the voice to be Indra’s and you see a smile form on Octavia’s face. Indra then joins the two of you as you leave Polis.
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So I decided that for my day nine, I’d do a list of some of my favorite fics to give the fandom authors some recognition. Of course, all of our fanfic authors are amazing and I’m so grateful that they do what they do, but these are just a few of my favorites. 
I tried to tag any authors that had a tumblr account, but it’s entirely possible I missed some, so if I did, sorry
This post isn’t super long but it’s pretty damn long so all below the cut
(also do note that my interest in bellarke is only a few months old so I have a lot more clexa fics than I do bellarke sorry)
Bellarke
Canon AU
Set The Dark On Fire by @talistheintrovert (complete)
Okay okay so this is a pretty dark fic, but god is it beautiful. After waking up from Cryo, Clarke and Spacekru try to figure out what to do about this new planet situation, but Clarke isn’t handling it very well and attempts a suicide. Like I said, pretty dark and serious, so if that isn’t your thing don’t read, but it’s amazing
Three Lives, Three Loves, One Face by @these-dreams-go-on (complete)
This fic has a ton of my favorite themes all mashed together and it’s amazing. Basically it’s similar to the Josephine!Clarke situation of s6, but Wanheda is an actual manifestation also inhabiting Clarke’s body so when Josie gets put into Clarke, Wanheda takes over and goes mass murder on Sanctum. Phenomenal fic, I’ve read it so many times and I adore it
Into The Anomaly by @fuckitup-in-style (WIP)
Time Travel AU!!! Starts after s6, but resets back to s1 canon divergence. The hundred all wake up on dropships and they all remember up until their deaths, and then it’s this thing where the mains all take charge and start herding up their crew. Just- if you like time travel fix-its, this is p e r f e c t please read it
And Now You’re Home by @asroarke (complete)
I just read this one recently and g o d is it amazing. After being left alone during Praimfaya, Clarke finds herself becoming desperate after being alone for so long. Until she finds out there’s been a grounder watching her the whole time. Grounder!Bellamy AU, with some accidental pregnancy that just makes it even cuter
Modern AU
I Found Peace in Your Violence by @eyessharpweaponshot (WIP)
I just found this fic a few days ago and holy shit is it a piece of art. I finally went through and read the entire 80k fic last night, it’s absolutely enthralling. Basically, there’s this gene called HTS and Clarke ends up having it, and so does Bellamy, and it’s just a beautiful story from both a romance and a plot standpoint. Such an interesting concept
our stars came in a packet of two by @millipop (WIP)
This isn’t a super long fic, it’s 20k right now and hasn’t been updated in a few months but what’s there is amazing. So the delinquent group is desperately trying to get Bellamy and Clarke together since they’re constantly denying their chemistry, but what the delinquents don’t know is that Clarke and Bell have actually already been together in secret and it’s such a fun fic, highly recommend
Don’t Wake Me, I’m Not Dreaming by grumpybell (complete) (I can’t find their tumblr sorry)
A very interesting AU where Clarke can see into other people’s dreams. She’s been meeting Bellamy in his dreams for years, him being the only person who could actually see her. Guess what happens when they meet in person? Probably not what you expect. Read the fic to find out, you’ll love it
reelin’ through the midnight streets by @detectivebellamyblake​ (WIP)
I haven’t finished this fic yet, but what I’ve read so far is wonderful. Basically Clarke, Bell and Octavia all grew up in a trailer park together, and eventually Clarke has had enough of her mom’s bullshit and decides to get out. Bellamy and Octavia go with her
Clexa
Canon AU
Broken Body, Broken Spirit by @vmplvr1977 (complete)
I love love love this fic!! It basically mashes together the worlds of The 100 and Deus-ex, and if you don’t know what the latter is don’t worry too much, the fic gives all the backstory you’ll need!! Basically Clarke gets severly injured and ends up with augmented limbs, and Lexa, thinking Clarke dead, has some pretty severe reactions to it all. Kind of an enemies-to-lovers, but it’s set after the s2 finale
Clarke Kom Azgeda by FMLClexa (WIP)
This fic combines so many of my favorite ideas it’s amazing. Coming back after a long hiatus, basically Clarke gets sent down to Earth alone and ends up in Azgeda territory. She’s tortured and trained into Nia’s top assassin for years, and eventually gets the order to infiltrate Polis and kill the commander. You can guess how that goes
A Riffle and the Sea by Follower_Of_Mania (complete)
I will say it’s been a while since I read this fic but it’s amazing. Another Clarke gets sent to Earth alone AU, but she gets adopted by Floukru and trained to be a seriously badass killer grounder, like even Lexa is pretty put off by her. Clarke and Lexa develop this really interesting relationship where half the time you can’t tell if they love or hate each other and it’s amazing
Ascendants by whiteleopard1124 (WIP)
So this isn’t entirely clexa, it’s also clarke x luna but it’s clexa enough. Basically Clarke and the hundred get injected with this solution before being sent to the ground, and it causes certain people to develop supernatural powers. But Clarke gets injected with a special serum that causes her to be extra-OP but like in a very very good way
doing the impossible (with you) by snowandwolves (WIP)
Another Time Travel AU where Clarke kills herself and, after having a discussion with the goddess of death herself, wakes up back in time. She (and her accomplices) work out how to rewrite their story and make everything go better than it did last time. One of the best time travel fics, in my opinion
Healer on the Ground by Owlmemaybe (WIP)
This has long been one of my favorite fics, I love AUs where Clarke turns grounder, and that’s exactly what this is. Basically Clarke has a healing talent, so she can heal herself and others on command, and during s1 gets separated from the 100 and ends up with Heda. Another fic that isn’t likely to get updated, but it’s 100k of goodness that you h a v e to read
Whispers In The Dark (Lead Us To The Light) by JadelynDeath (WIP)
This one also hasn’t been updated very recently, but it’s still 50k good words to enjoy. Wanheda!Clarke AU where Death is a real being and takes a liking to Clarke before she even touches the ground, and once on Earth Clarke is an absolute badass in leading the delinquents.
(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth by @entirelytookeen (WIP)
It took me so long to actually finish this fic once I started reading because oh my god the angst, it was actually too much for me. This is a beautifully written story, so many emotions, can’t recommend it enough. Basically, Clarke gets separated from the 100 and ends up temporarily mute while she’s taken in by Heda
She’s a maniac by ChocDog (complete)
Another big-time favorite, this has badass commanders Heda and Wanheda. The grounder culture is different in this fic, but in such a good way. They’re much more tribal than is portrayed in the show, preferring not much clothing, bloodthirstiness, but it’s amazing. Also Bellamy comes in and makes a fuss of things
Through the Looking Glass by RhinoMouse (WIP)
Role Reversal AU where Lexa comes down with the 100 and Clarke is a BAMF Commander of the grounders. It’s been a really long time since I’ve read this one but I remember loving every second of it. Faintly follows the s2 plot, but it’s different enough that not a second of it is boring
Can you See Me? by clexawarrior (complicated)
Okay so basically this story was discontinued, but the author left a summary of how it would’ve played out at the end, so it’s... complicated. But this is another one of my favorites!! Lexa was at the explosion on the bridge and got injured, Clarke brings her back to the dropship to care for her. A lot of sexual tension ensues
From The Ashes by ArchonsVoice (complete)
I love love love this fic!!! So basically the dropship landed in the sea rather than on land, the ship explodes, leaving Clarke stranded alone in the middle of the ocean. She’s rescued by a clan called Tseekru and after years of living with them, has a run-in with our one and only Heda and sets this whole thing going. Amazing fic, so many twists
Returning to Hell by ElseworldKara, littleraider99 (complete)
If you haven’t read this fic what have you even been doing honestly. Set two years after the s2 finale, Clarke leads the coalition beside Heda, and she’s returned to Arkadia to finally tell them to get their shit together or suffer the consequences. Very dark, a lot of character bashing on Abby, Bellamy, and others. An inspiration for many of my own fics
Then There Were Two by TheWorldNeedsMoreOctaven (WIP)
I haven’t read the most recent chapters of this, but it’s phenomenal. ABO universe where Clarke is the only omega sent down in the hundred (later followed by Raven), and they have to deal with the grounders and nature. It’s a lot more interesting than I make it sound, promise. Also very octavia/raven based too
Doctor on the Ground by @underneaththecovers-au (WIP)
Very angsty, very smutty fic. Clarke finds an injured Lexa while out of camp and takes her to the bunker to help her heal. Lexa pretends she can’t understand English, but even with the barrier, things get heated very quickly. You can imagine the chaos when Lexa’s secret gets out. Must-read
Modern AU
Vantage Point by thatoneloser_kid (complete)
This is pretty short, only 16k words, but god is it good. If you like dark!clarke, this is the story for you. Clarke, Lexa, Octavia, and Raven are all a bunch of criminals who run around- saving people?? That makes it sound like a superhero story but no, they’re all badass. Clarke is literally a psychopathic ex-assassin. It’s just an amazing fic
Are You A Kidnapper? (Because You Abducted My Heart) by 707 (complete)
This isn’t normally the type of fic that I like to read but I’m so glad I picked it up. So Clarke and Lexa have this hatred going on between them that’s actually just hidden attraction, and they’re finally forced to address it when they get kidnapped and locked in a room together. This fic has it all, fluff, smut, angst, an amazing plot, it’s just all around wonderful
Make Two Halves Whole by awkwardrainbow, Lexawoodz (WIP)
This one I also don’t remember all that much about other than that it was amazing. It’s been years since it was updated, though, so I doubt we’ll get any more, but what’s there is 80k worth of goodness. Clarke and Lexa meet online through Twitter, living on opposite sides of the US, but still manage to fall in love with each other
breathe into my lips the life i do not have by @ur-the-puppy (complete)
So this is another long-time favorite of mine!! It’s a 36k oneshot where Clarke moves into a house that ghost Lexa haunts but instead of being creeped out Clarke just starts chatting up the ghost and they become roommate buddies. Such a good fic, I highly highly recommend this one
You See the Smile That's On My Mouth (it's hiding the words that don't come out) by heartshapedcandy (complete)
Another fic I need to go back and reread, but I remember being absolutely absorbed in this fic!! Childhood friends to lovers AU, with a fuck ton of angst and confusion and oblivious pining dorks that you can’t help but love it to death. Also a lot of ‘’’’platonic’’’’ kissing
Other AU
Storm of the Heart by @cruellanita-bby (WIP)
Mermaid AU!! Clarke lives on an island where they grow up hating the mermaids that attack their fishing ships, and she hates them too until she finds Lexa the mermaid washed up on the shore, injured, and starts taking care of her. They fall in love and try to mend the relationship between their people. I’ve been keeping up with this one for a while, it’s so good, please read it
Hold Me Till The Stars Dim by @ur-the-puppy (complete)
I’m putting this one down here rather than in modern AU just because of how different it is from most modern AUs. Lexa goes camping with her friends out in the woods, some shit happens, and she meets what’s basically grounder Clarke, with a twist. This fic is so captivating, I loved it
You’re safe with me by I_am_clexa (WIP)
ABO modern AU where omegas are sold as slaves to alphas. Clarke is an omega who is bought by Lexa’s father as a gift to her, but Lexa doesn’t like the way omegas are treated and goes out of her way to give Clarke the best life she could possibly have
Other Pairings
Canon AU
Three Loves (Pieces Of Us) by @kendrene , @bae-in-maine (WIP)
Clarke/Lexa/Anya fic where Anya takes Clarke back to Lexa as a kind of prize, Clarke ends up making an alliance with the Trikru and maybe also falling in love with the commander and her general along the way. I’ve read this fic so many times, but it hasn’t been updated in years. It’s still 150k worth of amazing fic though
Twisted Steel by Steelehart (complete)
A clarke/raven fic where an explosion on the Ark leaves Clarke with two prosthetic arms. Follows fairly closely to the s1 plot once you get into it, but deviates in the later chapters. It’s an amazing fic I promise, please read it
Modern AU
and four makes home by @dreamsheartstory (complete)
This is over 300k worth of Clarke/Lexa/Octavia/Raven, which seems like a lot but I promise you it’s perfect. It’s been a bit since I read this, but from what I remember it’s your typical fall-in-love modern fic, just with the added angst of figuring out a four-way poly relationship
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i've been asleep so long (wasting away) - Second Dawn!Harper in Azgeda! (Rated M) [Harper/Roan] by @probably-voldemort
Summary: Peaskepa is a legend, a woman older than time that shows up to peacefully resolve conflicts, a woman who cannot die, who does not age.
Harper is that legend, and she's spent most of the last four hundred years alone, avoiding the people she keeps alive when there's nothing to save them from.
Until she finds herself hanging upside down from a tree, caught in the trap of a banished Azgedan prince.
Here There Be Dragons - Ark!Anya on Planet Gamma! (Rated M) [Anya/Raven] by @northernxstories
Summary: The Eligius IV sent down a reconnaissance team to determine whether the survivors from Earth can make a home on Planet Gamma. All indications are that there are communities already thriving on the unique planet. Anya Dollinger, the last surviving security officer of the Ark, and her team find themselves in trouble right from the beginning. However, the solution is more unusual than they could have dreamed.
blessed - Jacapo Sinclair in Podakru! (Rated M) [Sinclair/Indra] by @northernxstories
Summary: The grieving Jacapo Sinclair managed to survive the years underground in the Bunker. Once it opened, he joined Podakru to help restore their community. A surprise visit changes everything he thought he knew about the past, the present and perhaps even his future.
the miracle of the sea - Floukru!Echo (Rated M) [Echo/Luna] by @spacekrulesbians
Summary: A long, low, loud horn sounded, reaching every corner of the rig. The brunette lifted her head from where she had been hunched over, sharpening a fishing spear. It was the sound of the fishermen returning. She rose to her feet, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a light breeze rustling her hair and bringing with it the brisk scent of the sea, a scent that had surrounded her for as long as she could remember. She let the breeze brush against her, envelope her, comfort her. This was home, would always be home.
Until it wasn't.
dreams become reality become dreams - Costia in the Deadzone! (Rated T) [Costia & Emori] by @lovelessdyke
Summary: You were in love.
It was an indescribable, unendable love. You knew that your love could span across eons, across universes. Your love felt like a dream, a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.
But no one dreams forever.
- or where Costia is banished from Trikru and meets Emori in the Deadzone. Cue hostilities, insults, sarcasm, and eventually, friendship
this is me swallowing my pride - Bryan in Wonkru! (Rated T) [Bryan/Miller] by @spacekrulesbians
Summary: When Bryan realizes that he and Miller have differing ideas about Wonkru, he puts an end to their relationship before things get messy. When he starts exchanging secret messages with someone, though, he begins to wonder if he acted too quickly.
don't need to question the reason (i'm yours) - Bardo!Reese on Skyring/Penance! (Rated T) [Octavia/Reese] by @probably-voldemort
Summary: Our story starts with the abduction of a young Bardoan on a routine prisoner pickup from Penance. The young man's father, however, was Bill - yes, that Bill - so the plan was to ransom him off. But when the three kidnappers and their prisoner get lost in one of the many forests of Penance, they spend the night in an abandoned barn, and our story changes from one of danger to one of love.
this is the life that we choose (this is the life that we bleed) - Madi in Louwoda Kliron! (Rated T) [Lexa & Madi] by @loveislarryislove
Summary: Madi kom Louwoda Kliron was hidden from the Flamekeeper’s scouts by her mother. But Heda Lexa kom Louwoda Kliron found her -- and trained her in secret. Madi was never supposed to become the Commander, unless something went terribly wrong and there was no other option.
But, of course, something went terribly wrong.
You're All I Have - Eligius IV!Levitt on Bardo! (Rated T) [Levitt & OC] by @thedefinitionofendgame
Summary: "It was nights when the sky was dark and the moon shone full that Levitt liked the best. He, Jerom and Lupe would climb up to the roof of Jerom’s apartment building and howl at the moon like wolves. Fitting, as both Lupe and Levitt’s name meant wolf. With their matching dark brown hair and eyes, it was like they were perfect grey wolves in the night. Jerom’s blond hair and blue eyes didn’t really fit with the wolf vibe, but he was an honorary member. They made their own pack and Levitt wouldn’t change it for the world.
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Ooo how about some more clexa smut? Maybe this time the two of them keep getting interrupted so eventually the sexual tension is just too much to handle? If that all makes sense
Clarke snuck through the dark, cold hallways of Polis Tower. The route she was taking was becoming more familiar with each passing night. She knew where guards were posted and she knew when there would be a break from the ones posted just outside Lexa’s bed chambers. 
She crept around the corner and saw flickering candlelight from behind the opaque glass of the door. She watched as the guard on duty got up from his post at the door and walked down the dark hall. Clarke only had a few minutes before he would return. She darted to the door and gave three quiet raps. 
Lexa was there in a matter of seconds, like she had been waiting just out of view. The door opened enough for Clarke to slide through and closed with a snap behind her.
Clarke had no time to catch her breath before Lexa had her pinned to the wall next to the door. Their lips crashed together and Clarke’s arms wrapped around Lexa’s neck. 
Lexa made quick work of Clarke’s top, lifting it over Clarke’s head and tossing it to the ground behind them. Clarke followed suit, almost tearing the shirt in her haste to remove it. Even though she had seen Lexa’s body numerous times, it still took her breath away as she stared down at Lexa’s stomach and chest. 
Clarke moved in to kiss down Lexa’s jaw to her neck, feeling Lexa’s nimble fingers work the button of her pants. She felt Lexa slide her hand inside once the pants were undone and stifled a moan.
Lexa move two fingers over and Clarke felt a shiver move from the top of her spine down to her core. Her breathing was moving in desperate gasps as Lexa’s fingers pressed excruciating slow circles around her clit.
Clarke bit her lip, feeling her heart jump with each circle. Her lungs were burning and her skin felt like it was on fire as she concentrated on Lexa’s movements.
“Heda!” Titus’ voice sent Clarke crashing back to reality. She felt her heart now pound painfully against her chest for a completely different reason. 
Lexa pulled away and Clarke could see a dangerous anger flash behind her green eyes. 
“What?” Lexa snapped, her fingers still moving against Clarke.
Titus seemed to pick up on Lexa’s annoyance and took a moment to respond.
“I noticed you were still awake and wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”
Clarke heard a growl in Lexa’s throat. The Commander did not need a babysitter, that part of Titus’ job had always bothered Lexa.
“I wasn’t aware I had a bedtime. Are you going to come tuck me in every night, Titus?” Lexa’s tone was so sharp Clarke was sure if Titus was standing in front of her he would have bleed.
“My apologies, Heda.” Titus stammered and Clarke listened as his footsteps retreated down the dark hall to go lick his wounds in his own chamber.
Lexa turned her attention back to Clarke and all the intensity that had been built up in the exchange was now being funneled into Lexa’s renewed energy toward Clarke. She felt Lexa’s fingers slide inside of her and start to move at a blistering pace. 
Clarke’s eyes rolled back, feeling Lexa’s palm press against her clit with each downward thrust. Clarke adjusted herself, moving her pants lower so Lexa had better access. Lexa growled and moved in to kiss Clarke as she changed the angle of her fingers sending jolts of electricity through each of Clarke’s limbs at the same time. Clarke squeezed her eyes shut and saw bright lights exploding, her lungs now on fire.
Clarke felt the first wave of her orgasm hit, the force making her legs tremble and threaten to give out. 
“Lexa, fuck…” Clarke groaned, trying to keep her voice low in case Titus has come back to cause more problems. 
Lexa stopped moving and wrapped her free arm around Clarke’s waist, holding her steady as each wave came in with the same force as the first. Clarke’s body felt like it was pure fire with each passing minute.
Lexa picked up Clarke and walked them both over to Lexa’s huge bed.
“I have to go before someone finds me here.” Clarke whispered, as Lexa placed Clarke on the soft bed and pulled the furs over her.
“We can have some time to ourselves before you go.” Lexa walked over and crawled into the bed, reaching over and pulling Clarke in to curl against her body.
Clarke turned and started kissing Lexa’s neck, knowing Lexa hadn’t gotten off in their last exchange. Her right hand reached down and fumbled with the belt that held Lexa’s pants up. 
“You don’t have to do that right now.” Lexa reached down and stopped Clarke’s clumsy movements, lacing their fingers together under the covers. 
“But...I want you to…” Clarke looked at Lexa through hooded eyes and saw Lexa smiling back at her.
“Next time, right now I just want this. I want to just be with you and not worry about the world outside of these walls.” Lexa kissed the top of Clarke’s head. “This is perfect.”
Clarke grinned and moved to lay her head against Lexa’s chest, listening to the soft, rhythmic beating of her heart.
This was perfect.
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Banished (Part 38)
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*Not my Gif*
~Banished Master~
Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…
Post Date: 3-21-20
Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader
Word Count: 6.5K (wait... what?)
~Master~
~The 100 Master~
*Based off episode 3x09 of the 100, Stealing Fire*
Previously…
“Y/N YL/N, for the crimes of treason, kidnapping, and attempted murder,” Bellamy found himself standing straighter, his hands falling to his sides fast when he took a step forward, mentally pleading that Pike wouldn’t finished his sentence. That you’d get one more chance. That this wasn’t the end for you. “I hereby sentence you to death.”
Bellamy couldn’t breathe.
You didn’t move. You didn’t blink. You didn’t protest or say anything. Bellamy couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe that after everything this was how it was going to end, with him watching a pair of guards hoist you to your feet and out the room, straight into the cell without a second word.
Bellamy brought a hand to his face, wiping beneath his eyes because he could’ve sworn his were watery. “Sir we’re killing our own people now?” Bellamy asked Pike the moment your body was pulled from the room. Pike sighed, putting his hands on his hips under his jacket as he looked at him.
“We’re at war. Crimes against leadership won’t be tolerated.”
“And she dies to be an example?” Bellamy lowered his voice, hoping the new level will keep him from showing his emotions but Pike saw right through him. The older man spared a glance to the door.
“Y/N’s actions put this whole camp at risk. I know what she means to you,” Bellamy adverted his eyes. “But am I making an example of her? Damn right I am, and I hope their executions make it clear where our people’s allegiances lie.” He finished as Bellamy quirked a brow.
“Their?”
Pike nodded, moving amongst the room to the door before looking back. “Their. Kane and Sinclair were in on this, they will be examples as well.” Bellamy’s eyes widened as Pike straightened his back. “Do I make myself clear?” Bellamy didn’t know what to do, but ultimately, he hesitated before nodding. Pike held the door open for him, dismissing him as Bellamy shuffled out fast. As soon as he left, he went looking for Monty, trying to think of how to reverse this whole situation.
Kane was pacing back and forth in the cell, Sinclair watching him the whole time until the door to the open to show you being escorted by 4 guards, two of them holding your biceps. You tried to pull yourself free from them briefly, but they held on strong and soon you gave up, closing your eyes before hearing Kane say your name.
You looked up, seeing all the grounders looking at you as well as Sinclair and Kane himself. You were shoved into the cell rather harshly as you glared at the man to your right. He didn’t say anything, just unlocking your hands and closing the door behind you. Kane was the first to step forward, his mouth opening to say something, but you just shook your head.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I failed.” Your voice cracked as Kane finished off the final distance, pulling you into his embrace. You let him wrap his arms around you and you tucked your head against his chest, feeling him hold his hand against the back of your head. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay Y/N.” He said as you nodded against him, not coming out of his embrace as you looked up at him.
“I’m being executed.” you told him. Kane felt like he was punched in the stomach as his hold on you tightened. He licked his lip, glancing around him at all the crestfallen people around him. You didn’t need him to say anything for you to know he had no clue what to do.
You messed up.
You should’ve killed Pike.
You messed everything up.
Bellamy and Monty stood in the hallways of the ark. “What happened in there?” Monty asked Bellamy who placed his hands on his hips, his eyes wide as he liked his lips.
“They’re gonna execute her. They’re gonna execute Y/N. Kane, Sinclair, and Lincoln too.” He told Monty who sighed, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
“We have to do something. I mean, Sinclair, Kane, even Lincoln are one thing, but Y/N? I mean she’s one of us. She’s practically family now.” Monty said and Bellamy ignored the way his chest clenched at his words because to him, Monty was right. He wasn’t going to let this happen. “What about Harper and Miller?” Monty questioned, thinking about the last two of your accomplices. No sooner than he got the words out did Hannah, his mother, came through the set of doors next to them, stopping their conversation.
“Nicely done today.” She told them both with a smile that Bellamy wanted to peal off her face. In no way what today was nice. Were you able to identify anyone Kane and Y/N were working with?” Monty slowly looked up at her as Bellamy almost immediately answered a no, making Hannah eye him curiously. Monty followed with his eyes before shaking his head, lying to his own mother. Hannah knew something was up, but looked past it, reminding them about the correct sides of this war. “It’s not hard choosing what’s best for your people, isn’t it?”
Bellamy looked at her, biting the inside of his cheek as he again answered with a slight shake of his head. “No. I do it every day.” He spoke, similar words to his ordeals earlier but this time his ‘people’ were different. This time he was going to whatever was best for you. Because to him, right now you were the only ‘people’ that mattered.
Back in Polis, things have been going down since Lexa’s death. Clarke and Murphy were stuck in Polis thanks to the blockade and at the sound of a horn echoing throughout the city, they knew the conclave was to begin. The bed in the room was still covered in Lexa’s blood, slowly dripping onto the floor as Clarke stared at it. Murphy watched from across the room as Clarke seemed to snap out of her daze, pulling her eyes away from her love’s blood and pounding on the door.
“Clarke.” Murphy said in between her pounds as they stopped. “I’m sorry. I knew how much she meant to you.” He apologized, thinking about the prospect of finding Emori, the girl had grown to care about being in the same situation.
Clarke didn’t spare the boy a glance as she deflected her emotions. “This isn’t about me. We have to make sure Aden wins this conclave.” The door opened as Titus walked through it, barely glancing up as Murphy scoffed.
“What, you come here to finish the job?” Murphy asked bitterly, subconsciously talking a step back as he remembers all the torture ensued at Titus’ hands. Titus handed over some clothes to each of them before stepping back.
“I’m fulfilling a vow made to Lexa. Put these on.” He told them. Clarke looked at the grounder clothes with disgust as Murphy followed directions, putting the coat over his own.
He glanced over at Clarke, seeing her make no move to change. “The door we’ve been trying to open for the last 24 hours is open Clarke. Let’s use it.” He reminded her but Clarke ignored him, turning to Titus and throwing the clothes back at him.
“You killed your commander. How are you still free?” She asked him, biting back her words not to scream.
“I’m the only Fleimkepa.” He told her as she scoffed. “Please, if you go now, you can slip in the crowds arriving for the conclave.” He told her as Murphy stepped up, grabbing her arm.
“Clarke, Let’s go.”
“I need to see Aden.” She told Titus.
“That’s out of the question. The Natblidas have begun the purification ritual.” Titus informed her. After Clarke demanded once again to see him, Titus led them both to where the Natblidas, the Nightbloods, were in ritual. 5 nightbloods knelt on the ground, watching as Aden stuck his hand into a container of red powder and stood in front of a dead Lexa.
“Hofli Keryon kom Heda na sad ai op.” Aden whispered into the air as he sprinkled the red powder over Lexa’s dead body.
May the Spirit of the Commander choose me.
The door opened to reveal Clarke, Murphy and Titus standing in the doorway as Aden turned to look. Clarke asked to speak with Aden who offered her a moment to be with Lexa, but Clarke denied, insisting she needed to speak with him about honoring his promise to her people.
“If Heda’s spirit chooses me I will honor the promise. Lexa made us all vow it. We loved her.” The boy looked distraught as Clarke nodded, feeling relief in the fact her people would be supported.
Roan came into the ritual, Ontari, the nightblood Clarke had met earlier when Nia dripped her black blood across Clarke’s face, followed behind Roan and the second she saw Clarke she attacked. She took Clarke to the floor, holding a knife in the air only to be stopped by Titus after she pushed Aden away from his attempt. Roan ordered her to put the knife down, but she snapped at him. “She’s the reason your mother is dead.”
“You will obey your king.”
Ontari tightened the grip on her knife before pulling it away. Looking Clarke dead in the eyes. “No matter. When I am Heda and the king bows to me, you and every last Skaikru will die.”
You sat on the bench next to Kane, watching from across the room as Lincoln spoke to a woman bandaging up another before he stood up, walking across the room. You took a deep breath, crossing your arms as Lincoln stood in front of you.
“She going to be okay?” you nodded over to the woman as Lincoln looked over, sighing softly.
“She will be. So will you.”
You let out a defeated chuckle, knowing Lincoln was wrong. “You inspire them. That’s the Lincoln I knew.” He put his hand on your shoulder, making you look him in the eyes as he offered a sad smile.
“I’m not gonna let you give up, either.” You wanted to tell him to give up, to accept that this was your fate just as you had, but you couldn’t say anything as the door to the room opened.
Pike, Bryan, a few guards as well as Bellamy entered. Bellamy immediately caught your eyes through the cage as you got to your feet, looking towards Pike. “I thought I had more time.” You muttered.
“I’m not here for you.” He looked over your shoulders and around the room at the several grounders and Kane and Sinclair. “Each of you are guilty of the same crimes as Y/N. You will all share the same fate. Death.” You swallow back the awful dose of reality Pike just shot at you as you felt Bellamy’s eyes boring into the side of your face.
The grounder woman from earlier asked Lincoln what Pike was saying, not understanding English to which Lincoln told her not to worry. “My people are innocent. They know nothing. Don’t let them suffer for my crimes. Please.” You looked over your shoulder at Lincoln, watching his jaw rigid as he pleaded to Pike.
“Sir, Lincoln’s right.” You were shocked when Bellamy spoke up. “All the others did was run through an open door, same thing we would do if we were in the same position.” Pike paused as he looked at all of you before nodding.
“I agree that true. Kane, Lincoln, Sinclair, and Y/N as leaders of this coup, you will pay for your crimes with your lives.” You gasped, stepping forward to protest but the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you stopped you. Pike looked you up and down. “Execution is set for dawn.” He led the guards out of the room as they followed, everyone except Bellamy.
“Y/N-“
“Don’t. You chose your side. This, all this, is not your fault, but I wouldn’t be here if you’d chosen the right side.” You whispered barely loud enough for him to hear before you turned around, walking away and wiping tears trying to fall out of your eyes. You went years without crying, but on Earth Bellamy Blake managed to turn you into a damn waterfall. He doesn’t know the affect he has on you.
Bellamy watch you join a slumped Kane on the bench. Kane wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you let your eyes close and you could feel the soft trail of a tear making its way down your cheek. His eyes hardened and he practically dashed out of the room in search of Monty.
Monty and Bellamy stood outside Miller’s room, Bellamy having just pounded on the door. Miller and Harper exchanged glances before Miller opened it. “What are you doing here?” He asked as they let themselves in. Bellamy brought a finger to his lips, shushing them. He reached into his pocket pulling out a knife. Miller and Harper went into high alert, hands reaching for their guns before Bellamy calmed them down. He reached for Miller’s jacket, cutting open a part of it to reveal the bug Bryan had placed a few days ago. Miller looked to Harper, both equally as shocked as Monty dropped the microphone into a bag.
“The bag blocks the signal.” Monty told them.
“Who put it there?” Miller asked although deep down he already knew.
“That’s not important. Pike just sentenced Y/N to death. Lincoln, Sinclair, and Kane too.” Bellamy looked distressed; all he could think about was prospect of losing you. Harper just scoffed.
“Are you trying to scare us?” she asked.
“We’re here to help. You’re going to get them out right? What can we do?”
Harper and Miller exchanged looks, not believing a word they were saying. “What are you talking about?” Harper feigned confusion.
“Look, we can help from the inside, but we need people to hand them off to on the outside.” Miller and Harper continued their act, making Monty and Bellamy mad as Bellamy groaned. “You know what, forget it. If my sister wants to save Lincoln’s life, you tell her to meet me at the dropship in an hour. But I’m not letting anything happen to Y/N.” Bellamy stormed out of the room, shaking his head and running a hand over his face, wiping away any look of his troubles. Monty called after him before turning to Harper.
“After everything we’ve been through, you don’t trust me?”
Harper bit the inside of her cheek, shaking the hair out of her to look at him. “Does your mother know you’re here Monty?”
Bellamy stood outside the dropship, hoping on everything his sister would show up. He heard the clopping of a horse as he spun around, relaxing at the sight of his sister. “Octavia.”
She went in for a hug, almost wrapping her arm around him before she plunged a syringe into his neck. Bellamy fell onto her, slowly falling to the ground. “Sleep well, big brother.” She said softly as she caught him.
Bellamy came to in a cave, Octavia and Indra were standing over him as his hands were locked in front of him. “It was a mistake to bring him here.” Indra told the younger girl.
Octavia sighed, looking down at Bellamy sat on the floor. “He was out the whole way. I searched him for bugs.”
“You think I’d let them hurt you?” Bellamy questioned, hoping Octavia would realize everything Bellamy would do was for her.
“You let them capture Y/N, didn’t you?” Bellamy was taken back, his mouth falling open as he looked at her.
“You waste time.” Indra interrupted them, looking towards Octavia. “You should be in their camp by now.” Octavia nodded, reaching to grab her things.
“Pike will be expecting you. You won’t be able to get close, but I can. We work together and we can save them!” Bellamy tried to explain but Octavia refused to look at him. “They’re going to execute her, Octavia. They’re going to kill her!”
Octavia finally looked at him, taking a step forward to stand over him. “You’re the reason she needs saving Bellamy. If she does die, her death will be on you.”
“O…” he whispered. He tried to ignore the part in him that agreed with her, knowing that if you did die, if he couldn’t save you, it’s his fault. “You need me.” His voice was small as Octavia shook her head.
“For the first time in my life, that’s not true.” She turned around, heading right out the cave entrance as Bellamy called out her name. He was worried, of course he was, if this doesn’t work, he hated the fact he couldn’t even say goodbye.
He messed up.
He should’ve chosen your side.
He messed everything up.
You leaned against the wall as you watched Lincoln talk to a man laid on the ground. He stood up, looking down at you as you chuckled. “Did you ever think that day you found me in the woods, that we’d be here?” Lincoln quirked a brow at you as you shook off the question with a smile, but Lincoln just joined you against the wall. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get Pike out of the camp.”
“That wasn’t on you. Your people, they think they’re doing the right thing.” He said as you scoffed.
“Yeah, you don’t need to tell me that. I couldn’t even get through to Bellamy.” You didn’t miss the way Lincoln sent you a smirk out the corner of your eye as you felt your cheeks heat up. “I swear Lincoln, if you say anything right now.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Uh huh, sure you weren’t.” you joked before seeing the smirk on his face fall slightly. You knew just by the look on his face what he was thinking about. “You’re thinking about Octavia, aren’t you?”
Lincoln nodded solemnly as you looked up into the ceiling, staring at the crack in the wall and thinking about your best friend. You didn’t know if you were going to see her again, and that hurt. You watched across the cell as Kane who was previously let out to talk to Abby came back, much more depressed than he was before.
You left your spot next to Lincoln when the man caught his attention again. You headed over to sit on Kane’s side. His arms rested on his knee and you could see the brand of the coalition peaking out from his rolled-up sleeves. You took his arm, turning it over to run your fingers across it. Kane watched you, paying more attention to your soft facial expression than the mark. “Could’ve worked.” You told him, letting the pad of your thumb run right down the center.
“Death can be an act of unity. We don’t break. No fear. The people will remember.” He told you. You sighed, looking to give him a sad smile.
“So, you and Abby Griffin.” You spoke referring to the disappearance he made with the woman earlier.
“So, you and Bellamy Blake.” He backed as you let out a small scoff, hiding the frown you would’ve worn behind a forced smile.
“You’re going to die and she visited you. I don’t even know where Bellamy’s at.” You stared at the floor in front of you, gently picking up the toes of your feet only to press them back down and distract you. Kane eyed you, knowing you were giving up hope when your shoulders slacked, resting your head against the wall and your fingers still tracing his mark.
“Bellamy’s going to figure it out eventually. He’ll come back for you.” He argued.
You just remained still, not moving at all. “How can you be sure?”
“You love him.” You inhaled quickly as you looked anywhere but him. Kane, being ever so knowledgeable about your predicament, put a hand on your knee, pulling your attention back to him. “And I’m willing to bet he feels the same about you.”
You let a small scoff leave your lips. “And look where that got us. We’re about to be executed.” You heard Kane sigh next to you, yet he followed your words with none of his own. This wasn’t how you thought you were going to die, given you imagined it many ways, yet an execution never made the list. “Kane… I’m sorry.
His brows pulled together. “What are you sorry for?”
“For what I am. For what I became. My parents would be disappointed in me.” You let go of his arm but Kane didn’t move it as his sight remained locked on your face, downcast as you took a deep breath. “They always taught me to be strong. To not let others decide my fate, that I needed to make my own.”
“You are one of the strongest people I know Y/N.” He grabbed your hand, giving it squeeze.
“Then why wasn’t I enough for them?!” Your voice cracked as you looked at him with broken eyes. It was as if in the final moments before the guards come in you needed to be free from your feelings, you needed to know. “Why did you leave me?”
“Y/N, your parents. There’s something you don’t know.” He whispered as he wiped a tear off your face as you gasped quietly.
“W-what are you talking about?”
“Chancellor on deck!” Someone shouted as you both jumped to your feet, feeling Kane grab your arms and stare out at the guards. Lincoln spoke to the grounders as you scanned the room, feeling your heart plummet when you don’t see the brown eyes you so wanted.
“I told you, Bellamy’s not here.” You mumbled right before Pike shouted for everyone to back against the walls. You listened, following directions as you peaked over to Lincoln. His eyes pierced through the room, sending daggers straight at Pike who was walking over to you. You glared at Pike as he handcuffed your wrists, tightening them more than necessary as you hissed.
The four of you were led through the hallways in a line. This is it. You thought. I’m about to die. You followed behind Kane, seeing him look over his shoulder at you but you didn’t meet his eyes. You knew this would be easier if you didn’t.
“Make way!” Pike yelled one the halls as you watched your feet shuffle against the ground, barely picking them up.
“Yes sir, Mr. Chancellor.” Someone says as you immediately shoot your head up, seeing Harper stand off to the side. Her lips curl up slightly when she sees you and for the first time in 24 hours you think you might have a chance to live.
“Package is on the move. I repeat package is on the move.” She spoke into a microphone after you’ve passed to not get caught.
But it was all for naught as Monty and Hannah were listening in on her call. “She’s talking about the prisoners.” Hannah pointed out as Monty leaned forward on his knees, bouncing his leg getting his whole body to shake. “Whose voice is that?” Monty didn’t want to lie to his mother, but he knew he had to. He shook her head, motioning he had no idea. Harper came on the call again before another’s.
“We’re in position. Ready to intercept.”
“Octavia kom Skaikru.” Hannah said when she realized the second voice belong to the girl. You heard Hannah’s voice come over the radio on Pike, telling him Octavia was here. You held back a gasp, knowing how much more trouble you could be in if Pike knew you were a part of this whole thing, you’d be in even more trouble than you could imagine.
Pike ordered you all to your knees and you obliged, feeling the nerves get to you. Pike scowled at you as he talked to Hannah over the radio. “Can you confirm a location?”
“Negative, sir.”
Bryan stepped up to Pike. “Sir, we can assume her friends already told her where were talking them. We shouldn’t move until we know the route’s secure.” Bryan told him as Pike nodded, finding an empty room just in front of him. He assured you all into the room, telling two men to stand by the door.
“Anyone comes out of there, shoot to kill. Anyone enters this corridor, one warning then shoot to kill. Everyone else, on me.” The guards nodded as they took positions, two of them staying with the four of you. The moment you were seated on the ground you looked to Kane; his mouth was upturned into a little smirk. You raised a brow at him before he mouthed ‘I told you so’. Your smirk then matched his.
Bellamy was still handcuffed in the cave, leaning against the wall as he clenched his fists. “Indra please. Pike tripled his security; he’ll see her coming.”
“Good. We’re counting on that.”
Bellamy just groaned. “He still trusts me. If anything goes wrong, we can use that.” He tried to tell her as Indra stood up to tower over him.
“I’ve seen where that trust came from. The battlefield where you massacred my brothers and sisters.” She snapped at him.
“Should I have let him kill you?”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Same reason you haven’t used that sword on me.”
She tilted her chin in the air, staring down at the boy. “Octavia.” Bellamy nodded, pleading one last time for release over the fact Octavia could die at Arkadia. “Then Octavia kom Skaikru will die the warrior’s death you denied me.”
Pike took his guards towards the hanger bay, they kept their guns in their hands, ready to shoot anyone threatening their safety. “Same drill!” He ordered as the guards separated. “Watch for blind spots.”
“Sir, the hangar’s secure.”
Pike wasted no time in pulling out his radio. “Unit 4 come in. Unit 4 what’s your status?” He asked again after a few minutes of silence. “Are the prisoners secured?” Still nothing came through as they left the hangar, running down the halls to get back to you all. They reached your door, seeing the two guards laying on the ground unconscious. Pike stepped past the guards on the floor, letting everyone care for them as he stepped into the room you were supposed to be in.
“Damn it!” He yelled out as the room was empty, not a trace of you all to be seen. “We did exactly what they wanted us to do.” He mumbled as he turned around to the others. “It won’t happen again.”
The left the room, a few seconds later the floorboards moving out from their spots as the five of you clamber out. You wore a relieved smile on your face as Kane helped you to your feet. “Bit right down there.” He said soon as you were all out and Octavia was unlocking his handcuffs.
Octavia just glared at him and scoffed. “Try doing it for 16 years.” She snapped. Kane was taken back as the tension in the air thickened. She turned to you, her glare still locked on Kane as she undid your own bounds.
“Hey.” You tapped Octavia on the shoulder, getting her to look at you. When she did, you wrapped your arms around her, bringing her in for a tight hug she returned. “Thank you for saving us.” You mumbled into her ear.
“Couldn’t let you suffer for my brother’s mistakes.” She replied before pulling away, seeing her boyfriend standing behind you. You watched them embrace, thankful they’d get many more. Abby came in the door as you went on alert, ready in case a guard decided to stop by.
“Abby… I told you not to do this.” Kane spoke in a hushed voice to her, asserting his authority as you watched carefully.
“Why would I start listening to you now?” You chuckled at the woman’s defiance. She was just like Clarke.
Harper’s voice was the one to break up the reunions this time as she informed you all of the numerous guards blocking your exit.”Stay put.”
“They’re trapped.” Hannah told Monty as they continued to eavesdrop on your radio calls. Monty didn’t look at her, wasting only a beat before grabbing their radio.
“Attention all guards. Calling all guards. The prisoners are headed for the main gate. The prisoners are headed for the main gate! Over!” He shouted as his mom stared on in shock at him.
“Monty, what are you doing?”
For the first time during their spy work, he turned to his mother and looked her in the eye. “I’m saving my friends.”
You looked around the room all equally confused. “Was that Monty?” You asked through the silence.
“Guess he’s with us after all.” Miller said with a shake of his head. You couldn’t help the way your heartbeat leaped. If Monty was helping then maybe Bellamy…
“Pike will figure it out.” Kane asked, bringing you back to your senses. Abby brought her hand up to comfort Kane’s arm.
“We don’t know that.” She assured him.
You shook your head, moving to look outside in the now empty hallway. “What we do know is we have to leave.” Everyone followed your lead out of the room, Octavia running ahead of you to show you the plan’s route.
Monty stayed in his seat after his little radio call. His mom on the other hand was pacing back and forth behind him. “Your friends are traitors!” She yelled.
“Then I guess I’m one too.” There was no doubt in Monty’s mind if he had to do it all over he would help you again, but next time he would be on the correct side from the beginning.
“How many men do we have on the gate?” Pike asked them as he barged into their roomHannah looked to her son, seeing him stand up for what he believed in as she sighed.
“Sir, we just got word. It was another false report.”
“Put this camp on lockdown.” He growled to the two guards behind him.
Octavia led you all to a hatch where Harper waited. The moment she saw you she smiled, pulling you in for a hug before dashing through the hatch. You stepped back, letting everyone go before you until Lincoln, Octavia, Kane, Abby and you were left. “Ok, Abby you’re next.” Kane said as he motioned for her to enter.
Abby just shook her, taking a step back. “I’m not going. They need someone to show them out of the darkness. Besides-“ her speech was cut short when Kane put his hand on the side of her face, pulling her flush against himself and kissing her. Your eyes went wide as you looked away, wanting to give Kane the privacy he deserved. You met Octavias eyes across the room and she smirked at you before going back to lookout. “May we meet again.” Kane told Abby when they finished kissing.
“We will.”
You listened for the sound of Abby making her way through the out the door by Lincoln before you finally turned around, seeing a slight dusting of blush on Kane’s face. “Go on.” He said to you, motioning to the hatch. You patted him on the back as you began to climb on through, only to be stopped by the sound of Pikes voice on Octavia’s radio.
“I have a message for the traitors in this camp. There will be an execution. Either turn yourselves in or the other grounder prisoners will die in your place.” You jumped out of the hatch, trying to figure out what to do.
Someone was going to die today.
“Let’s go.” Octavia said, giving Lincoln and you a slight push. You nodded wearily as you grabbed on the wall but Lincoln didn’t listen to Octavia. He was going to save his people. “Lincoln please!
“I can’t let them die because of me. Go.”
Octavia continued to plead and you joined in, not wanting to lose your friend. “I know what you’re feeling, but they’re searching the station. We have to go.”
“Go.” Lincoln repeated himself but you still shook your head.
“They‘ll kill you Lincoln.” It felt like you were screaming but to Kane and Lincoln your voice was small, trying not to waver as you bid your friend goodbye. Lincoln just smiled down at you, pulling you in for a hug as you shut your eyes tight, trying to wrap your arms around him.
“Take care of her.” He asked you, looking at a teary-eyed defiant Octavia as you nodded softly, sucking in a deep breath to keep yourself from joining her. “May we meet again Y/N.” He pulled away earlier than you wanted him to as you dropped your head, feeling tears prickle the side of your eyes as Kane put his hand on your shoulder.
You threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back. You turned right back into that little girl who watched her parents float themselves, running to Kane for comfort.
“I’m going with you.” Octavia told him. “Oso throu daun ogeda.”
We fight together.
Lincoln smiled down at Octavia, bringing a hand up to caress her face. “I love you.” He whispered to her but you heard it, the feeling striking you on the gut hard. He pulled her into a kiss and while she was distracted, took the opportunity to sneak a hand into her satchel and pull out syringe, injecting it into her neck.
“No…” she mumbled as she fell unconscious. Lincoln lifted her into the air as you stepped back from Kane, letting him carry her.
“What are you doing?” Kane asked.
Lincoln looked down at his girlfriend sorrowfully. “Same thing you'd do for your people. Just get her out of here.” Kane nodded, taking the girl through the hatch as you let him, risking one last glance to Lincoln.
“Ste yuj, Lincoln.” You told him as you lent up to kiss his cheek, giving him one last smile.
Stay strong.
“You too.” He told you before watching you disappear into the hatch. He fixed the door, removing any evidence you were there before heading out of the room, right into the hands of Pike and the guards.
Somehow in Polis, everything was getting even worse. Ontari cheated the conclave, killing all the Natblidas in their sleep. Everyone was confused when the fight supposedly ended, and when they found out what happened, Clarke was scared. Ontari would in no way protect your people. Roan, in honor of Lexa sparing his life, tried to get Clarke and Murphy out of Polis, but Clarke refused to leave without the flame, the one physical connection to Lexa she has left. The flame was pulled out of Lexa after her death, it contained all the past commanders and shall be placed inside the next Heda. Which should’ve been Ontari, but Clarke remembered something Lexa had told her.
Another Natblida was left from Lexa’s conclave, a girl who ran. Titus told Clarke her name was Luna and Clarke knew Lincoln talked of a Luna once and figured it was the same girl. She took the flame from Titus with the promise of bringing Luna back as a commander. Clarke left Polis, leaving Murphy in the hands of Ontari. Titus, the only person able to perform the ascension confronted Ontari with Roan during the purification process. He told them he provided the flame for Clarke to take but wouldn’t tell them where. Ontari, angered at Titus’ defiance ordered Titus’ death, but Murphy reminded her she needed him. Titus, at the knowledge Ontari wouldn’t let him die, took the knife Roan had held and slit his own throat, killing himself. Ontari was outraged, she was going to be the new commander and Titus stopped her plans. No one outside of the room and Clarke knew Ontari wasn’t the commander, so she came up with a plan.
She was going to fake it.
Bellamy was going crazy in the cave. He didn’t think it would take this long unless something happened. No matter what he couldn’t get the feeling something happened out of his head. He sat up at the sound of horns seeming to come from Polis.
“Heda.” Indra whispered as Bellamy looked at her confused.
“What is it?”
“A new commander has risen.” Bellamy was on his feet as he watched Indra grab her things, getting ready to leave.
“And you go running?” She ignores him as she continued moving. “Well maybe, this time, Octavia will get it, your loyalty will always be with your people.”
“Octavia is my people.” She snapped at him over her shoulder.
“Then take these chains off me and we can help them together.” He hoped he was getting through to her and for a second he was, but Indra sighed, looking out into the forest with a shake of his head.
“Tell them I’m sorry.” She said before running out of the cave, leaving Bellamy alone.
You didn’t say a thing as you left the camp, not sparing a glance at anything besides the ground beneath your feet. “Lincoln.” You beard mumbled next to you from Octavia laid on a horse. You made no move to let her know you heard her and half of you suspected it was just in your head. She started to roll off before you looked up at her, helping her weak body off the horse. Octavia was stumbling as she looked for a clearing, finding one just in front of you that overlooked Arkadia. You joined her after a minute of needing to know what was happening. But the air was sucked out of your body at the sight of Lincoln kneeling on the ground in a mud puddle with Pike standing in font of him with a gun in hand. You knew it was coming but knowing it didn’t hurt any less. You felt Kane’s hand on your back, seeing him clutch Octavia out of the corner of your eyes but you paid him no mind, your eyes never leaving the scene playing out in front of you all.
Pike promised Lincoln his people would be cared for. Not free, but cared for. “Lincoln of Trikru, you have been sentenced to death by the rights of the Exodus charter. Any last words?” He asked your friend mere seconds away from being executed. Lincoln just stuck his head up in the air.
“Not for you.” Pike slowly brought the gun up, pointing it at Lincoln’s head. Lincoln slowly turned to look up, catching sight of Octavia above him. “Meibi oso na hit choda op nodotaim.”
May we meet again.
You could hear Octavia whimper next to you but still you stayed silent and stoic, your head screaming but the only moment occurring on your outside be the twitch of a finger. You counted the seconds in your head until this was all over, pleading that somehow Lincoln won’t be shot. Maybe Pike would come to his senses, or one of the guards, or even Bellamy coming to your rescue and stopping Lincoln’s execution.
1… 2…
Gunshots.
A/N: Long chapter, oh my. Also when this episode aired I was absolutely devastated because I LOVED Lincoln, Ricky Whittle was so amazing in his role. I think I cried for a while tbh... well, tell me what you think!
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i haven't seen many of the spoilers, and i'm really confused on why everyone's so panicked about gaia and clarke? am i missing something or are people really freaking out over the moms!dynamic that's been happening since the flame was put in madi's head?
Alright. Before I get into this LONG post, I just want to say that this is only a theory I have, some just interpretation, some from the spoilers we've read about and some from things I can't talk about. (It's not a big deal to me, I'm just interested in fandom's interpretation that's all). Anyway, putting on my clown outfit! Spoilers, beware.
When the script to screen was released, we got to read a scene in 7x01 between Clarke and Gaia that was written in a way that left a lot up for interpretation. The script had a romantic subtext to it and when people read it, a lot of people felt confused because the way the scene was written was not how it was filmed. It did not come across as romantic on screen but it did in the script.
And if someone says "no it wasn't romantic in the script" I'd like to remind you if this had been a written scene between a man and a woman people would absolutely say there was a romantic subtext.
Fandom is now freaking out because people believe they are setting Clarke and Gaia up as endgame. And they think it's because Jason is an asshole and he doesn't want to follow through on Bellarke. So he will make Gaia Clarke's endgame. And part of that is yes, because Clarke and Gaia have a co-parenting dynamic with Madi. Gaia started out as a mentor to Commander Madi in s5, she moved into become more of a protector to Madi in s6 (especially when Clarke couldn't be there) and Gaia decided to save Madi, the child, and destroy the flame. Now in s7, she is caring for and she loves Madi the same way Clarke does and Clarke has noticed this. Which is why Clarke is grateful to Gaia and then in the script it said Clarke and Gaia's connection is starting to become more personal. Because we saw Gaia and Madi's relationship develop since s5 but now I guess it's time to see Clarke and Gaia's relationship develop to? Because that's actually the important part. Gaia and Madi's relationship has development. Clarke and Gaia do not. But also, it's not just about Madi's future or Clarke's wishes. What about GAIA? What does she want for HERSELF? To be Madi's parent? To be a follower and protector all her life? How does she wants her own future to look like? It's not JUST about Madi and Clarke.
In 7x03 and 7x04 Clarke will be spending a lot of time with Gaia. They will mostly be talking about life, grief, emotions and Madi. Clarke buries her mother's ring in 7x03 and Gaia joins Clarke and buries the flame. They both bury their pasts, something that was important to them (Clarke with her parents, being alone now) and something that was their entire identity (Gaia lets go of the flame) and now they are moving forward. Who are they now, who will they become?
Clarke and Gaia are both determined to protect Madi and give her the childhood they both were robbed of. Clarke lost her father and her mother sent her to Earth. Gaia lost her father and her mother wouldn't allow her to show emotions. Clarke had a complicated relationship with Abby. Gaia had and continues to have a complicated relationship with Indra. Clarke has broken friendships and has been alone a lot (spacekru issues). Gaia has never had a friend or been the source of someone's appreciation. Clarke and Gaia are now bonded by their shared devotion and love for Madi and it seems it will develop into a personal bond too. This is where fandom is worried. Will they be friends only? Will they develop a romantic relationship? Or will their newfound relationship and connection to Madi develop into a familiar relationship?
The theme of 7x01 was "mothers and daughters". We had plenty of them. Clarke/Abby. Gaia/Indra. Clarke/Madi. Gaia/Madi. Hope/Diyoza. Hope/Octavia. And we also got to see daughters and daughters. Clarke/Gaia. Clarke/Raven.
So why release a script that clearly has a romantic subtext between Clarke and Gaia when they didn't film the scene the way it was written and why spoil their endgame ship through a tweet if it's indeed what will happen in the end? But most importantly, why release the script if they wanted people to interpret that scene as romantic when only hardcore fandom fans read those scripts and not the general audience?
And here is a theory I have. Maybe that scene was ambiguously written like that because isn't that something Clarke has dealt with grief before? She seeks comfort from other people. Clarke wants relationships and connections. She doesn't want to be alone. And maybe she saw Gaia in a different light. She'd seen her care for Madi, she saw how Gaia interacted with Indra and it reminded her of her relationship with Abby, she started to see similarities between them. A connection. Developed by their shared love for Madi absolutely but as the script said, then it started to turn into a more personal connection due to their similarities as well. Gaia is a young beautiful woman who's never had a friend before. Clarke appreciates her and thanks her for what she did for Madi. Gaia is touched by that. Clarke is a beautiful young woman who is attracted to both men and women. And Clarke refused to deal with her feelings, had lost her family and felt alone and lost.
In season 3 and season 4, Clarke sought comfort from Niylah. When she ran away and when things were hard and Clarke couldn't face her actions or feelings, she turned to Niylah. Because it was someone who was there. There is even an interpretation out there that Clarke sought comfort from Bellamy in 4x03 but the moment was cut short when Bellamy walked away. In season 6 Clarke tried to move on by hooking up with Cillian. She was seeking for a human connection. So would it have been completely out of character for Clarke to seek comfort from Gaia? Especially now that Bellamy isn't there? And we don't know much about Gaia, but she too feels lost, and would it be strange for her to feel attracted to Clarke? I don't think so.
So why didn't Clarke have those scenes with Niylah then? My guess is, with Niylah she already has a personal relationship. They could have had Clarke seek comfort from her like before. But then that storyline would not have fit with the theme of Mothers/Daughters and it would not have fit in with Madi. With Gaia it does.
Why not Raven? Sure, Raven could have been the person Clarke turned to. But does Raven not have her own storyline and journey? And Raven is not a sidekick to Clarke as a sounding board. The theme of daughters/daughters could fit here but not mothers/daughters. Plus Clarke and Raven need to fix their relationship and it's not through Madi. They already did that with Abby. It's through Raven and Clarke understanding each other, which Raven will be forced to do in 7x03 and 7x04 when she is put in a leadership position and has to make difficult decisions. Clarke will even help her process that.
Why not Echo or Emori? Echo has her own storyline of finding her identity and own voice. Emori is with Murphy and they need to deal with Sanctum/Primes.
A random extra? Well, didn't they already do that in season 6 with Cillian? And what could a random extra add to the theme of mothers/daughters and to Clarke's relationship with Madi? In the last season?
And that's why I think that moment was cut short between Clarke and Gaia because while it COULD have been were it was going, it wasn't the overall plan, at least not romantically. And maybe that's why the scene wasn't filmed the way it was written. Because had it been filmed the same way it was written the audience would have believed it was going to be romantic but if Jason didn't want that to come across that way, they decided to back away from it and push it back into another box. Friends/family. All I know is that if Jason wanted something to be EXPLICITLY romantic and had a script for it, he would have made it so. And Eliza Taylor is a good actress. If it's romantic, she will give you romantic. That was not the case in 7x01. Nor do I see it in 7x03.
Clarke and Gaia share more time together in 7x04. A lot of it has to do with Madi but some of it is also their personal development as well. Friendly. They understand each other. They have similar wants for Madi but also similar wishes for a happy and calmer future. There is a moment they share in 7x04 that I think is platonic. But I think because of the 7x01 script, it might play with people's minds. Like "wait, maybe I'm supposed to interpret this as romantic" but honest to god, I didn't. Which is why I'm not going to say it's romantic. Plus Clarke and Gaia are separated by the end of 7x04. Clarke believes Gaia is with Madi but Gaia disappears in the Anomaly. So both of Madi's "parents" are gone and Madi is left alone in Sanctum. With a head full of memories from previous Hedas and a Sheidheda back in the form of Russell. Those drawings will be important this season, which is why Gaia and Clarke were looking through them.
Sure, in the end we might see Clarke in the finale with Madi, living a happy life, Madi getting a childhood, maybe even Gaia will be around and it'll be left to the audience to decide the natur of Clarke and Gaia's relationship in a potential future after the show has ended. But I do not believe they will develop a romantic storyline between Clarke and Gaia DURING season 7. Clarke and Gaia can become close, friendly and maybe it'll end with Clarke leaving Madi with Gaia in the end, someone she now cares about and trust. For Clarke to be able to do that, she needs scenes with Gaia which she will have in 7x03 and 7x04. But even though I have less than kind things to say about Jason, I do not at this time believe he will develop a love story for Clarke out of nowhere and with a character she just NOW is starting to have scenes with. I'm not saying it CAN'T or WON'T happen this season but I do not see it as of now and I need to see more of the season to change my mind. If anything, I think Jason should know better than released that script and get accused of queerbaiting. He should know better.
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I know there’s been a hell of a lot less Bellamy and Clarke than anyone expected for the final season of the 100 due to personal reasons for their actors, poor things :’(  but at the same time it more or less forced the writers to give the other characters the chance to really think about how they see themselves, though not always in a good way.
My favourite examples of this are Emori and Murphy. Season 5 I remember Emori saying how being on the Ring gave her a purpose bigger than just herself, and that Murphy kind of had trouble with grasping who he was in peace. Season 6 we saw Murphy seemingly regress and Emori testing her loyalty between Murphy and her friends. Now season 7 had both of them having to pretend to be someone else: Kailee and Daniel Prime. They were revered, listened to, their actions made a difference! And then Sheidheda happened and then they were able to find a new part of who they were that they didn’t get to very often: they became protectors. They cared about other people who had no real connection to them and they protected them the best they could. They stood against Indra when she wanted to make Madi be Heda again. Murphy almost lost it when he realised that Sheidheda was after Madi and then when he found her he helped her through a panic attack and Emori backed it up by saying they’d never let anyone hurt her. The King and Queen of the cockroaches give a damn, and I can honestly say that while I don’t think they’ll want to be the official ‘leaders’ at the end, I also don’t think they’d shy away from being on a future council and even better if they’re voted in. I think it’s something they’d take pride and enjoyment in while still being sassy bastards and possible bitching about it all the time (lookin’ at you Murphy). Side Note: for some reason I see either them or Jackson/Miller adopting Rex at the end of this.
Raven is the opposite to the above. She has canonically been quick to chose her own life above others. This isn’t my opinion, it is canon. Waking up the prisoners from Cryo with Murphy even though it would be swelling the enemies army from 16 to 299. Taking off in the Elegius dropship in order to bomb everyone (including EVERY member of her family) in the gorge in order to save herself and Shaw, her love interest of the season. Waking up Diyoza then Madi and putting guns in their hands and telling them to handle the hijackers and then comforting the grieving Kiki like she had nothing to do with it. She watched Kane kill himself so they wouldn’t be able to create more Primes and then convinced Abby to use Madi to create more serum from her bone-marrow to save them from a situation ostensibly created by their own people(person really, since Gaia and Miller weren’t the ones blackmailing and belittling Ryker until he chose to side with his family again, and got Simone killed in the process which set Russell off to burn everyone, not just a person of their choosing, alive). And yet, up until this point, Raven has never actually been held accountable for any of the above. Until she sent a small group of Elegius prisoners into a radiation soaked room to weld the coolant leaking pipes that ultimately killed them, because she was too afraid to go in herself. Even going so far as to lock Murphy in with them because the others were having trouble focusing. So now we have Raven finally looking at her choices from a less self-righteous viewpoint, and then leaving so Murphy, Emori and Indra have to deal with the fallout from the prisoners she killed and she’s on an ice planet telling Clarke that ‘Clarke Griffin doesn’t break’ like she actually knows what’s she’s talking about when she barely even knows Clarke, let alone recently. And yet since Murphy took the blame for the prisoners deaths, it’s only her and a few select others who know the truth so will this self-reflection last more than what we’ve already gotten? I really hope so because they’ve made Raven a self-righteous insufferable bigot since season 5B and I miss the egotistical but a hell of a lot more badass Raven from season 1-4, even if she still was way too hard on Griffin women then too.
We saw what changed Octavia after she went into the anomaly and I’m glad we got a version of her who was much more at peace within herself and who started to see how much Bellamy did for her even when she pushed him away so frequently and harshly, and I hope it’s something she can start to instill in Hope after she lost her mother. I do hope she’s still able to channel her warriors spirit, just with more mercy. She has some way to go to fix the relationships she broke while Blodreigna, so I hope she gets that opportunity.
Echo. Anyone who’s seen pretty much ANY of my posts know I am not an Echo fan and I’d guess that it’s assumed that it’s because she’s with Bellamy and I’m a Bellarke shipper. This is not the case. Do I like Becho as a couple? Nope. But that is because since Echo was introduced, and then reintroduced and betrayed Bellamy and then became a henchman to Roan that he didn’t even trust I have never believed that Echo believed anything she was doing was wrong. “War makes everyone monsters” which I took as ‘if everyone is acting like honor-less monsters then it’s not bad or evil just the society we live in so it’s ok’ and yeah, I’m not ok with that. And if she had gone up to the Ring and not only acknowledged her past actions but actively chose differently because she’d lived with people she’d wronged in the past and wanted to do better. Instead we had Bellamy insisting to Octavia that Echo had changed, but we never got Echo actually apologizing herself to Octavia, only asking to ‘prove’ herself so she could stay with everyone instead of being banished. We had make the same choices from season 3&4 that Bellamy downright state he couldn’t trust her when she betrayed Shaw to the other prisoners in order to take down the Eye, even though he was a very valuable ally that knew the ins and outs of the prisoners and their tech and their systems. And then she went behind her leaders back and tried to do something in his name that he would NEVER be ok with (trying to kill Clarke in front of Madi to ‘avenge’ Bellamy) like she did in season 4 with Roan when she tried to kill Clarke multiple times, tried convince Roan to hand Wanheda’s head to his council to show his strength and finally cheating for him in the Conclave which got her banished. And since neither had any real consequence outside Raven being mad at her for getting her love interest beaten up, she continued the trend into both season 6 (Ryker) and season 7 (Levitt and attempted Genocide). And the season 7 actions was after she had another long period of peace where she had the opportunity to reflect on her actions and grow and actively chose not to. I have seen some good and badly done redemption arcs before (anime do them right, I’m just saying) but Echo’s only ‘growth’ is that she hesitates before taking an action that she knows will hurt someone she cares about, but she still does it. That and she went from someone who had no-one who cared about her to having most of delinquents who are left making excuses for her and trying to overlook that she’s the same Echo in season 3 but now she’s their ‘family’.
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Promises Painted on my Skin
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Lexa felt her heart go out to her. Clarke’s face was a scattering of dark bruises, blood leaking from a split lip. Her cheeks were swollen red and her eyes, the color of a fading sky, darted around nervously, looking anywhere except Lexa’s face.
Tears pooled in Clarke’s eyes, tears that she fought to contain but a single one dripped down her cheek. Lexa brushed it away, careful to not pressure any of her bruises. “Oh, you poor, sweet girl,” she breathed. “You deserve better than this.”
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Or the canon-divergent AU where Bellamy's an abusive bastard and Clarke is the innocent victim
WARNING: This fic contains mentions of physical and emotional abuse. If this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read.
Notes:  Okay, now, I would have done a better job with this if I didn’t finish five hours before it was posted. I wanted to lengthen it, and may eventually, but I already have many other things to write, so it won’t happen for at least a few more months, if at all.
A bit disappointing that Clexa Week is over. This is my first time joining, and I’ve really enjoyed it. I’ll definitely be back next year. A few of the things I’ve written are fics I never would’ve written otherwise. I’m very happy I finished it all.
Thanks to everyone who read my fics, as well as to @clexaweekofficial​ for hosting and sharing Clexa Week. You’re amazing.
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 The two riders swerved between the trees, the sunlight shining brightly through the leaves illuminating the golden hair of their target. She didn’t look up at the sound of the horses, standing in place, her body shaking. One of the men scoffed. “Dison laik gada yu’s krei fir raun hashta (This is the girl you’re so worried about)?”
 “Em laik Skaikru. Heda na gaf em (She’s Skaikru. The Commander will want her).”
 She didn’t fight back as a rope was tied around her wrist. The rider scoffed, looping the other end around the horn of his saddle. “Kwelen (Weak).”
 “Emo Skaikru laik (All Skaikru are).”
 They turned to ride back to TonDC, a sky-fallen girl with shining golden hair behind them.
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 Lexa twirled her knife in her hands, sprawled lazily in her throne. The scouts were supposed to be reporting back any minute now and she frowned at wasting this time waiting instead of being able to go over her duties.
 To her right, Anya was leaning against the sturdy canvas of the tent. “If you keep playing with your weapons, Heda, you’re going to cut your fingers off.”
 The guards standing at the door of the tent shifted uncomfortably. No one spoke so casually to the commander, and when someone did, it was expected that they’d be cut down. But this was Anya. She did what she wanted.
 “If I do then you’ll be the one writing everything down for me.” Anya scoffed, looking at the sprawl of papers across the planning table. Anya was not very adept in her written language, and Lexa knew that well.
 A guard ducked into the tent. “Heda, the scouts have arrived. They bring a Skaikru with them.”
 That piqued her interest. “Send them in.”
 He backed out and moments later two scouts came in, throwing to the ground a young girl. “Heda, we found her wandering the territory alone. She was miles from her camp.”
 Lexa let her eyes linger on the girl, examining her. She was frail, skinnier than even a babe, bones jutting out of her bruised, worn skin. Her clothes hung off of her and her shoes were nonexistent, feet bloody and scraped from wandering the forest. Her golden hair, dirty and matted with mud, obscured her face from view. She didn’t move from where she’d been tossed.
 Lexa raised an eyebrow at the scouts. “Is she alive?”
 “She walked here on her own two feet. Didn’t try and fight or anything.”
 Lexa nodded, turning her eyes back to the body at her feet. “What’s your name, Skaigada?”
 She shifted then, rolling to sit on her legs. Her head stayed bowed and when she spoke, her voice was quiet and raspy. “Clarke.”
 “What were you doing outside of your camp alone?”
 She jerked, her body going stiff. “I wasn’t doing anything, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, please don’t hurt me, I-”
 Anya stepped forward. “We’ll only hurt you if you don’t answer the question!” She barked. Clarke looked up sharply, hair lying in waves over her cheeks. She shrank back, curling in on herself. “Well?”
 “I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I swear!” Her voice was small and scared, pathetically weak. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me, I didn’t mean to-”
 “Heda, this girl is mad,” Anya hissed, leaning in close to Lexa. “She will not tell us anything. Let me kill her and be done with it.”
 “No.” Lexa didn’t believe that. Anya called this girl - Clarke - mad, and perhaps she was, but Lexa refused to believe it. She’d heard of such cases as these, dealt with the aftermath of them, but she’d never seen anything quite like this. Clarke had no defense for herself, begged, pleaded to not be hurt, that she had been doing what she was supposed to, that he had been obedient. She acted like a dog, one that knew nothing other than obedience to its owner.
 “Onya, Gona, gyon ou.” The guards bowed and followed her command, exiting the tent without a word. Anya sent her a questioning look, one that Lexa returned with a fierce glare. Obey. Anya bowed her head and left.
 Lexa stood from her throne, stepping off the small dais. Clarke ducked her head, repeating the mantra over and over again.
 “Quiet.” Her voice was loud and commanding, stopping the young girl in her tracks. She bowed even lower, her face almost against the floor. She immediately felt guilty. Lexa crouched down in front of her. “Are you alright?” Clarke nodded, staying hunched down low. “Can you look at me?”
 She did as was asked and Lexa felt her heart go out to her. Clarke’s face was a scattering of dark bruises, blood leaking from a split lip. Her cheeks were swollen red and her eyes, the color of a fading sky, darted around nervously, looking anywhere except Lexa’s face.
 Lexa slowly undid her pauldron and jacket, realizing how her intimidating attire wasn’t helping the situation and wished she wasn’t decked out in warpaint and armor. “What happened to you, keron? Why are you colored so?”
 Clarke began to visibly shake. “I was bad. I deserved any punishment he saw fit.”
 “What did you do?”
 Clarke once again lowered her head. “I ate too much food. He said that it could have fed someone more in need of it instead of a- instead of me.”
 “Why did you take more food?”
 Clarke’s shaking got more violent and she bit her lip. “I was hungry. He only gave me a piece of what everyone else was having and when Octavia and Raven offered me more I thought- I thought it would be okay.”
 Lexa’s heart broke. She reached forward, hesitating before gently resting her hand on Clarke’s cheek, coaxing her head back up. Her entire body trembled, torn between accepting the touch or rejecting it. Clarke stood still, though, taking whatever was given.
 Tears pooled in Clarke’s eyes, tears that she fought to contain but a single one dripped down her cheek. Lexa brushed it away, careful to not pressure any of her bruises. “Oh, you poor, sweet girl,” she breathed. “You deserve better than this.”
 Clarke looked nervously at her face, opening her mouth as if to speak but thinking better of it. Lexa dropped a hand from her face, delicately taking Clarke’s own. “You can speak freely.”
 She bit her lip nervously. “What’s going to happen to me? Are you going to send me back?”
 “I will if you want to,” Lexa said, not even thinking about what her generals would say about it. “But I’d like for you to stay here. You shouldn’t have to go back to anyone who treats you like this.”
 “NO!” Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, fingers hesitantly linking with hers. “No. Please don’t send me back. I don’t want to go back.”
 “Then you won’t,” Lexa said, ducking down to look Clarke in the eye. “You’ll be safe here. I promise that whoever did this to you will never touch you again.”
 Clarke took a shaky breath in and nodded. “Thank you.”
 Lexa smiled, watching Clarke smile back, though it didn’t reach her eyes. It was nothing more than polite. Lexa vowed to kill whoever would dare do such a thing to this sweet girl.
 “I thought…I thought I was supposed to meet the commander,” Clarke croaked. “That’s what those men said.”
 “The scouts, yes.” Lexa stood, offering a hand down to Clarke. She took it, still quivering slightly. “And you have.”
 “I have…” Clarke looked at the throne behind Lexa and her eyes widened. She stumbled back, falling back down to her knees. “I’m sorry, commander, I-”
 “No no no, be quiet, sweet girl,” Lexa rushed over to her. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure no one else does either.”
 Clarke’s eyes held some of the same feral instinct they had earlier. “But- why?”
 “Because you don’t deserve what’s been given to you.” Lexa helped her to her feet, tracing the bruises on her face ever so lightly. “No one deserves this. To be owned. I want you to have a chance to be yourself, keron.”
 “I-” Clarke began to cry, pulling away to wipe furiously at her tears. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be good.”
 “Don’t think like that.” Lexa took her hands once more, rubbing them soothingly. “You don’t have to please anyone here. Yes, there are rules you will have to follow, people you will have to obey, but you will not be punished for being hungry nor anything so meager.”
 Clarke nodded, her stomach growling at the mere mention of food. Lexa gently released her hands. “Come, sweet girl. I will get you food enough that you won’t want to eat for days.”
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 Lexa knocked lightly on the poles that held up the tent she’d set Clarke up in. She heard a quiet acknowledgment from inside and ducked beneath the tarp.
 Clarke was sitting on a small wooden table that had been set up in the corner, staring at the fur-covered cot. There were heavy bags under her eyes that had only gotten worse since yesterday.
 “Good morning, Clarke,” Lexa greeted, standing a few feet away. “Did you sleep well?”
 “Fine.” Clarke’s voice was dry and cracked. Lexa frowned, stepping closer. Clarke held up a shaky hand. “I’m fine. Really. I’m just… not used to it.”
 Lexa cocked her head. “Not used to what?”
 “This.” Clarke waved her hand at the bed. “Having comfort, and having it all to myself. At the dropship, and even before that, I never had anything this good. Not anything that was mine.”
 “If you would rather a different arrangement I would be happy to find something more suitable for you.”
 “No, this is fine. It’s just different. I’ll get used to it.” Clarke looked over at Lexa for the first time since she’d stepped into the tent. “Thank you, commander. This is the most anyone’s ever done for me.”
 “Of course, sweet girl.” Clarke blushed slightly at the name, eyes flickering from Lexa’s face to the ground. “And please, call me Lexa. Just when we’re alone.”
 Clarke’s blush deepened and she nodded. Lexa smiled. “Come sit on the bed with me. It’s time we talked about what you will be doing.”
 Lexa gave her a quick overview of the Trikru and TonDC, laying out the do’s and don’t, what was considered offensive and appropriate. The rules were laid out, also quite simple, and Clarke sat in silence, listening intently. She was determined to fit into this new environment, where she was being given a chance to start over without a neglecting parent and overbearing ‘friend,’ though being with Lexa she was beginning to realize that he was not someone she should consider under that term.
 “The question I pose to you is what do you want to do?” Lexa asked. “If you want to become one of us, you will need to earn your keep. There are many ways to.”
 Clarke shrugged. “I was the healer back at the dropship, and my - my mother is a doctor.”
 “You are a fisa.” Lexa nodded. “We could get you set up with Nyko if you wish to continue pursuing that here.”
 Clarke bit her lip, chewing on it thoughtfully. “I want to, but would that be all I would do? I don’t want to be cooped up in a hospital all day, even if it is to help people.”
 Lexa rolled the word hospital over in her head a few times before she realized it meant their infirmary. “I suppose we could try and find someone willing to train you half-time. Though I warn you, it may eventually reach a point where you will be forced to choose between one or the other.”
 Clarke exhaled slowly. “What are the options?”
 “There are many. The most abundant are the gona, our warriors, defenders, guardsmen. I hope we will not have so many in the future now that all the clans are at peace but there are still many threats.”
 “Like my people?”
 “Sha, like the Skaikru. And the Maunon.” Lexa folded her hands together on her lap. “A few of the other jobs you could take around TonDC include a merchant, cook, seamstress, stonemason, and a wide array of different crafts. We’d have to teach you our language before you could find a mentor, as only the gona can speak gonasleng, but whatever you like we could find a job for.”
 Clarke tapped her fingers nervously on her thigh. “Your warriors, what exactly do they do?”
 Lexa cocked her head, pleasantly surprised to find the girl looking into a gona. “They do many things, some depending on how good of a fighter they are. We have guardsmen who take shifts standing at the gates, regulating trade and keeping watch for any potential threats. There are the personal guards like mine, who are assigned to a figure of power and it is their duty to keep that person defended. Some that are more adept with long-range weapons will help to hunt. If you were to take on the role of a gona, if there ever was a large conflict you would be called upon to fight.”
 Clarke’s face was scrunched up in thought. “This… might be a bit much to ask, but could I be taught to fight without officially becoming a warrior?”
 “That is not at all much to ask. There are many gona who only fight when called upon, and have duties as craftsmen or merchants when not required. It would be a good match if you don’t want to commit to a full-time job as a healer, and would do well to fill up your time.”
 Clarke nodded. “Then that’s what I want to do.”
 Lexa smiled. She was proud of Clarke despite only knowing her for, well, less than a day. She still had a strong spirit within her, one that, with the proper care, could rise to the surface and ignite. Lexa felt that learning how to stand up for herself physically was the perfect start for her. “Good. I have someone in mind who I think you would like.” Clarke smiled shyly at her and Lexa couldn’t help but grin back. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have another question to ask you.”
 “What is it?”
 Lexa squeezed her hands almost painfully tight. “I am only here in TonDC to deal with the Skaikru. Once a decision has been made about how to deal with them, I will be returning to the capital to rule. You don’t have to decide now, but I would ask if you’d like to accompany me to Polis and make a home there. It’s much larger, and has many more opportunities.”
 “Where is it?”
 Lexa dared to hope. “It’s about a four-day ride to the east. We would be going further from the ‘dropship,’ I believe you call it. If Skaikru were to cause trouble, you would be less likely to have to deal with it in Polis than here.”
 Clarke nodded. “Then yes. I want to go.”
 Lexa frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want more time to consider? You can decide closer to my departure.”
 “I’m sure. I want to be as far away as possible.”
 “Okay.” Lexa smiled shyly. “We’ll depart once Indra and I have agreed on how to handle the skai people. For now,” she stood from the bed, offering a hand down to Clarke. “Would you like to break your fast with me?”
 Clarke nodded, hesitantly taking Lexa’s hand. She squeezed it tight as she led her out of the tent, releasing once back out in public.
 Clarke scampered after her nervously, looking around warily. “There are so many people.”
 “There are many people in the tribes, and Trikru is the most populous.” She took in Clarke’s anxious expression. “I promise that everyone here is loyal to me. You will not be harmed.” Clarke nodded.
 Lexa took them into the pavilion, ignoring the elevated table meant for her and the other generals, sitting herself and Clarke down in a secluded corner after snagging two plates of food. “If you wish, I can have you start on your training after we eat.”
 Clarke perked up at that. “Which one?”
 “Whichever you like. It is early, so the infirmary would be slow and Nyko would have time to teach you our ways of healing. If you’d rather start the physical training, I can have your planned mentor brought in.”
 “Planned mentor?”
 “Yes. There is a certain person I have in mind who is adept at combat but is one of the kindest, most gentle souls I know. He looks a bit intimidating, but I think you will like him.” Lexa’s mind wandered. She hadn’t seen Indra’s son (she was still unsure of whether it was biological or adoptive) since her last checkup almost a year ago. It would be nice to catch up.
 Clarke shifted, looking uncomfortable with answering. “Can I do the physical training first?”
 “If that is what you want.” Lexa hated how uncomfortable Clarke seemed with making the decision herself. She wondered how long it had been since she’d been able to do so.
 She would fix this broken girl. Even at the sacrifice of her heart.
 -
 Lexa was in the middle of explaining all the different weapons to Clarke when she felt her draw in closer, her breath accelerating.
 She turned to see Lincoln entering the arena, still in his scout outfit. He dipped his head politely to her. “Heda.”
 “Hello, Lincoln. Lovely to see you again.”
 He smiled. “The pleasure’s all mine, sister.” 
 She felt Clarke press herself as close to Lexa’s side as she could without actually touching her, talking so quietly Lexa had to strain to hear. “He’s your brother?”
She smiled at that. “Brother in all but blood. Lincoln and I grew up together.” She looked back at her friend. “Lincoln, this is Clarke. She comes from the Skaikru, but I have agreed to accept her under my command.”
Lincoln frowned, switching to Trig. “Choumoda, Heda? Yeson yu don gaf emo in ste daun (Why, Commander? Yesterday you wanted them dead).”
She clucked her tongue, considering telling Lincoln of Clarke’s situation. She knew he could be trusted with it, but would Clarke want him to have it? Likely not. “Em laik noseim. En’s nou get yu daun (She is different. It’s not your concern).”
She changed back to English for Clarke’s sake. “Lincoln, I’d like to ask if you could help train Clarke in the ways of our warriors. She is inexperienced from her time with the Skaikru and wishes to learn.”
“I’d be happy to teach her.” He looked at Clarke, smiling politely. “Hello, Clarke.”
Clarke eyed him warily, muttering a quiet ‘hello.’
Lexa turned to her. “Clarke, this is Lincoln. He may be large, but he is very gentle and wouldn’t ever hurt you. If it’s okay with you, I’d like for him to be the one to train you. He is one of the few I trust.”
Clarke stared at him for a minute, wide-eyed and afraid, before mumbling a quiet “okay.”
Lexa smiled. “Wonderful. If you would like to begin now, I can stay for a bit longer to watch.”
Clarke nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Alright then. I’ll stay a bit longer.” She turned to her friend. “Lincoln?”
“I will train her whenever you require of me.” He dipped his head respectfully to her.
“I know you will.” Lexa gave Clarke one last smile before departing from the arena, leaning against the side railings to observe.
It was a process, but they’d push through it.
-
Their swords clashed with a fly of sparks.
Clarke slipped under her opponent’s sword, darting to the left and letting them stumble forward with their momentum. It only took them a second to rebalance, spinning to block Clarke’s swipe from behind.
Clarke danced back, just barely avoiding a leg aiming to knock her down. She dodged every slash and stab, keeping on the defense, never making a move. She knew that her opponent was getting frustrated.
She rolled beneath a swing at her shoulder, contorting herself to kick them in the back of the knee. It gave out and sent them to the ground.
Clarke was on her feet in an instant, driving her sword down. They twisted out of the way, lunging up and grabbing Clarke by the wrist. They began to twist and Clarke cursed aloud as she dropped her sword, lashing out with her foot and hitting them in the stomach. They lurched forward slightly before they were rising back to their feet, and Clarke looked at her sword wistfully, knowing she had no time to retrieve it. She’d have to do without.
Her opponent’s blade was coming back toward her. She smacked it away by the flat, moving closer and throwing a fist. They caught it in their free hand, a foot wrapping around her ankles and sending her flat on her back. The cold metal fell against her neck before she could move. “Set yu daun.”
Clarke put her hands above her head. “Ai giv op.”
The blade left her throat and she heard the sharp shriek of a sword being sheathed. A hand came into her vision, one which she gladly accepted. “You did well, Clarke. That’s the longest time yet.”
She preened in her mentor’s praise. “Mochof, Onya.”
“Indeed. I have no doubt you could hold your own against any esteemed warrior.” Clarke smiled widely as Lexa wandered into the arena, greeting Anya with a firm clasp and returning Clarke’s beaming smile.
Clarke smirked. “Even you?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go quite that far.” 
Clarke scoffed in mock annoyance, appreciating Lexa’s quiet laugh. At the far end of the arena, there was nobody near enough to witness their commander drop her mask in front of her mentor and companion. “Oh, don’t you get egotistical too. Anya’s already too much to handle.”
Anya grinned, pointing the end of her knife (who knows where it came from) at her. “You’re spichen right, and you’d do best to remember it.”
“Just don’t train her too well,” Lexa teased. “You might make her better than you.”
“Oh, please, I’ve learned from that mistake. You’re bad enough.” They laughed, falling into step walking side by side back toward the tower, Clarke proudly flanking her Heda’s side.
She, Lexa, and Lincoln had left TonDC to travel to Polis only a week and a half after Clarke’s arrival. The Skaikru, it was decided, were to be given clear boundaries not to cross. Guards patrolled along the river, keeping them away from the mountain and the capitol. Due to their proximity to the Mountain, there were no villages in the opposite direction and the Skaikru were forced to expand in that direction, leaving the Trikru safe for now. If they were to retaliate, the offenders would be taken prisoner and punished accordingly.
Clarke had fallen in love with Polis and its culture. Lexa, despite her many duties, took the time to teach Clarke as much as she could about the tribes, the customs and folklore, as well as their language. Trigedasleng wasn’t a hard tongue to learn, but it was harsh and took her mouth time to adjust before she could produce some of the rougher sounds.
She’d come to see Lexa as her dearest friend. Even if she was the commander, a legendary force spoken of as more goddess than human, she’d shown Clarke her other side, the side of her that had survived the burdens of leadership. Her youthful, innocent side was what a twenty-year-old should be like. She took responsibility for Clarke, not in the way Bellamy had, but in the way of a caretaker. She’d thought she loved before, but Lexa was so much more.
When Lincoln had exhausted his skills, she’d been tossed around by multiple people until Lexa convinced her to give Anya a chance. Anya was tough, but she knew what was too much, and she had also been given a very watered-down version of the blonde’s story. With knowledge of Clarke’s past, she took certain measures to make her disciple was comfortable.
She had also settled in well as a healer’s apprentice. Her foreign medical skills had proved beneficial to expanding their capabilities, though it wasn’t always easy to replicate considering they were much more underdeveloped technology-wise. She’d met many people through that apprenticeship and was very recognizable as the quiet healer; especially with how vibrant her hair was. 
The most vocal opposer to her position was, of course, Titus. But nobody really cared what he had to say.
Anya split off from them in the tower, heading off to meet with the official Trikru ambassador (Both Lexa and Indra had wanted Anya to have the position, but it would be viewed as biased by the other clans) while Lexa led Clarke to her personal quarters. She called for a meal to be brought to them and they both sat down on the couch.
“Clarke,” Lexa said, her voice serious. “A letter arrived from Indra earlier today. It’s about the Skaikru.”
Clarke stiffened. Lexa reached over to tangle their hands. “She wrote that they approached the border, asking for an audience. It was granted, and Indra met with them personally. She said they’re asking for our help to survive, but don’t have anything to offer in return. She would take them in as one of her people, but they refuse, asking to stay separate from us.” Lexa tightened her grip on Clarke’s hand. “I’m telling you this not only because they are your origin, but because Indra’s asked permission to forward them to me. And I accepted.”
Clarke was silent. Lexa squeezed her hand, worried about how she was dealing but not willing to push her. After a moment, she spoke. “Who?”
“There is an Oktevia, Reivon, Montee, Jeisper, and Belomi.” Lexa heard Clarke’s breath falter, watched her eyes widen, and pleaded to the spirits it didn’t mean what she thought it did. But it did. She knew it did. So she let go of Clarke’s hand, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and tucking her into her side.
Lexa sat there rubbing her arm for a few minutes, pressing soft kisses to her hair, before muttering, “Clarke?”
She said nothing. Lexa tried again. “Sweet girl, are you alright?”
Despite her anxiety, she felt her stomach warm at the pet name. She shook mutely against Lexa’s chest. Lexa rested a hand on her cheek, kissing her temple long and slow before resting her cheek on her head. Letting Clarke work out what she needed.
It took time, but eventually, Clarke tried to talk, only to dissolve into choked coughing. Lexa didn’t falter. “Which one?”
She had to take a couple of deep breaths to reign herself in. “The last one.”
“And the others?”
Reivon - Raven, probably - she didn’t know, but the others… “Octavia and Monty were always nice to me. They tried to help when they could, but he had the support of most of the camp. They’d back him up if anyone ever challenged him.” Her mind drifted back to her two friends, smiling slightly. If there was anything she missed from her old life, it was them. “Jasper was nice, but he was too afraid to do anything about it. He would just stand there and watch.”
Lexa scowled. “He is a coward. Just as most of them are.”
Clarke nodded, remembering back to when Jasper had been speared in the chest, the panic that ensued. “On the Ark, they’re still children.”
“Branwodas,” Lexa scoffed. “Even a yongon knows right from wrong.”
Clarke shrugged. “Some of them do.”
The affection in her voice made Lexa pause. “You mean Oktevia and Montee?”
 “A couple others, too, but yes.”
“Would you like me to arrange for them to meet you? I know you could seek them out yourself, but if you’d rather not risk the others…”
Clarke smiled. “I think I’d like that.”
“Then I will make it happen.” She leaned down, nuzzling her cheek. “I will be there if you need anything, and there is no one in Polis who would let anything happen to you. You will be safe.”
Clarke nodded, turning to bury her face in Lexa’s arm. She smiled softly, stroking her hair. “Thank you,” she mumbled into her skin.
“Anything for you, sweet girl.”
-
The day the Skaikru arrived, Clarke didn’t leave her room.
Lexa visited her the following morning. Clarke was curled up in the armchair, her sketchpad resting on her legs. She wasn’t drawing, only staring at a blank white page.
Lexa leaned down behind her, kissing her cheek. “You cannot stay here all day.”
Clarke’s voice was quiet, broken. “What if he tries to take me back?”
“He could never.” Lexa wrapped an arm around her chest. “You are so much stronger than you were. Should he try, you could shame him enough that he’d never want to see you again. You are strong.”
She could see that Clarke was still hesitant. “If it makes you feel better, I can ask Anya or Ryder to accompany you around the city.”
She bit her lip. “Please?”
“Of course.” She stood up. “Come to breakfast with me. The Skaikru won’t be there.”
Clarke nodded, tilting her head back. Lexa leaned down to kiss her on the lips, leaving it at a quick press. She heard her groan as Lexa moved over to the door, laughing. “Come enjoy breakfast and I’ll give you more.”
Clarke set her items down on the chair, not bothering to put them away properly. Lexa grinned widely at her, sharing one last short kiss before she slipped into commander mode, all emotion falling from her face. With her kohl on (all for the intent to scare the Skaikru) she was a terrifying figure, but Clarke could see through it all. Beneath all the armor and strength was her loving niron who’d taken her in without anything in it for herself, saving Clarke from a life of servitude.
But no one could know that.
-
Clarke had been training with Anya for the past hour, all of her worries forgotten. She was taking a quick break now, gladly accepting a pouch of water from one of the guards. She downed half of it, pouring some on her hands and rubbing her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw three familiar figures standing at the railing.
A grin threatened to split her face. Octavia, Monty, Jasper, and another girl leaned against the fence watching her. With Clarke’s attention, Octavia waved. “Hey!”
She strode over to them, forgetting to bring her sword. She and Octavia shared a hug, Monty more hesitant to show her any affection after knowing what Bellamy had done. When she opened her arms to him, he sighed in relief, happily accepting it. 
“What are you doing here?” He asked. “Did they capture you?”
Shit. She’d forgotten about how much the grounders were hated within the Skaikru. “No, not at all. I ran from camp, and they brought me to their town. The commander was there, and she made sure I was comfortable.”
“The commander?” The unknown brunette said, hands twitching idly. “The scary lady can be nice?”
Clarke was tempted to tell her about their relationship but knew better. Even if it would get a hilarious reaction out of them. “I don’t know how, but she was able to tell that I came from a… less than ideal situation. She took me in, offered to bring me to Polis, and I’ve made a life here. It’s amazing. They aren’t anything like we thought they were.”
“Really?” Jasper said. “Did they apologize for spearing me in the chest?”
“They didn’t know who we were,” Clarke said. “We were unknown intruders in their land. You can’t blame them for that.”
“Then who should I blame? Myself?”
“Clarke!” 
She glanced over her shoulder to see Anya in the middle of the pit, waiting impassively for her. She turned back to smile at her friends. “Sorry. I’ll talk to you more later, I promise.”
She ignored their questions and darted back over to grab her sword, standing across from Anya. Her fos unsheathed her sword, nodding over to the fence. “You ready to show off to your friends?”
She smirked. “Hell yes.”
Anya began to advance. Clarke positioned her sword defensively in front of her, body tensed, ready to move however she needed. The first attack came right at her neck, a reckless and normally outright stupid move, but this was Anya. Her other hand knocked Clarke’s sword away, leg coming up to kick her in the stomach. She grunted, stumbling back. She charged once she’d regained her senses, meeting Anya in the middle.
The loud clang of their swords reverberated throughout the pits, telling of the immense force put in by both sides. Clarke dodged a swipe at her legs, aiming a stab at Anya’s shoulder while using her free arm to grab at her opponent’s wrist. She twisted out of the way, recovering too quickly for Clarke to take advantage of her pause.
They fought for some time, Clarke gaining small cuts on her arms, her torso, her legs, even a tiny nick just below her ear. Aware of their audience, Anya went for the most impressive disarming maneuver she knew. Hooking an arm around Clarke’s hip, she used the momentum to swing her over her shoulder and slam her into the ground. Anya’s sword fell against her throat.
“Yu win au. Bilaik otaim (You win. Like always).” 
Anya smirked, helping Clarke to her feet. “That is why I am teaching you. Because you aren’t as good as me.”
“Uh-huh. Show off.”
“Oh, I couldn’t help it.” Anya looked over at the fence. “You should have seen their faces.”
Clarke looked over and grinned at the awestruck expressions they wore. With Anya’s permission, she went over to them.
Octavia reached for her, pausing last second before dropping her hands to her sides. “Oh my god! That was amazing!”
Clarke blushed. “Thanks.”
“Thanks? That’s all you have to say? You just blew my fucking mind! Do you think you could teach me to do that?”
“Woah, O, slow down,” the brunette said. “Let her breathe.” She held a hand out to her. “Hey. I’m Raven. I’ve heard a lot about you from these bitches.”
“She says like she isn’t the bitchiest of us all,”  Jasper said. They all laughed.
“They’re right, Clarke.” She felt a bolt of electricity go through her, stiffening all her muscles and freezing her in place. “That was impressive.”
She ground her teeth together, trying to reel in her disorganized mind. The four at the fence had quieted, heads watching him, but Clarke refused to look at him. She was afraid of what she would do.
“Look at me, Clarke.” Her first instinct was to obey. She fought against it as much as she could, struggling against her fear. “I said look at me.”
“She doesn’t answer to you, Skai boy.” She breathed a sigh of relief. Anya hovered beside her shoulder, resting a comforting hand on Clarke’s back. With her fos by her side, she risked a look.
Bellamy didn’t look any different than when she’d left him, maybe a bit more ragged. He was still the entitled, arrogant boy he’d been before, but Clarke felt her head pulse. He doesn’t own you, she thought, repeating it over and over in her head like a mantra. He doesn’t own you.
Bellamy scowled. “And who are you?”
“That’s none of your concern, and neither is my sekon.” Anya’s hand tightened on her shoulder. “We should get back to the tower, Clarke.”
“No.” She wanted to scream in frustration. Why couldn’t he just let her go? “You can’t make her go.”
“And you can’t make her stay.”
Bellamy snarled. “Just back off! Clarke, come here.”
Anya was about to retort, but Clarke raised a hand, looking Bellamy straight in the eye, blocking out her instinct. “No.”
He was taken aback. “No? You don’t tell me no, Clarke. Come here.”
Her hand went to her sword before changing her mind, instead drawing a dagger from her coat. “Make me.”
Bellamy growled, striding toward her. She knew the tactic, he’d used it on her many times before. Intimidation. Make her think he was going to do something worse than he would. She wouldn’t fall for it again. Drawing back her arm, she aimed her dagger at his throat. He paused, but continued, walking until he was only a few feet from the fence.
With a quick look at Anya, she threw the knife.
Clarke wasn’t a killer, no matter how much Bellamy deserved it. The knife struck his arm, far enough to not cause any major damage, but he went down howling. Ignoring the startled looks from everyone around, she turned and marched out of the pits. With a last scalding look, Anya followed.
Anya left the elevator a couple of floors beneath Clarke while she carried on to one of the very top floors. Pushing through the doors, she fell back against them as soon as they fell closed, clutching her chest. She’d done it. She’d resisted her captor, she’d finally escaped his hold. Before, she’d known that Bellamy still held a part of her, that she still feared his influence, but now that she’d stood up to him, she finally felt… free.
“Clarke?” She perked up, a wide grin spreading on to her face. Lexa stood in the doorway between her solar and bedchambers, looking curiously at her niron. “Did something happen?”
Her heart swelled, looking upon her lover, her savior, perhaps the most important person in her life. Her smile threatened to split her face in half. “I did it, Lex,” she breathed. “I- he tried. He tried, but I did it. I’m free.”
Lexa matched her beam, rushing toward her. They met in the middle, Lexa sweeping her up into her arms and lifting her off the ground. Clarke laughed as kisses were peppered all over her face. “I’m so proud of you, keron,” Lexa said, kissing her passionately. “You’re incredible.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, leaning forward to kiss her softly. “Without you, I’d still be with him.”
Lexa squeezed her tight. “I’m glad you aren’t. I’m so glad you aren’t. You don’t deserve that life. You never did.”
“And now I have a better one.” They shared bright smiles, kissing messily. Clarke leaned into her. This life was something she’d never expected to get.
Lexa’s hands pet her face, stroking her cheeks and making her groan into the kiss.
Yes; she could ask for nothing more.
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Title: Red Stripes
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Rating: E for Explicit
Tags: Lucille help me, I need it after this. We got spanking (with a hand and a belt), Daddy!Kink, BabyGirl!Kink, orgasm denial, fluffy after care, Dean being a sweetheart, not a plot in sight, all porn. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not! 
Created for: @spnkinkbingo
Hands down, ass in the air.
“You know why you’re here,” he snarled in her ear “you were a very, VERY bad girl.”
“Yes Daddy.” She answered.
“Tell Daddy what you did.” Dean said as he snapped the belt in his hands.
“Flirted with the cop.” She said “And flashed him a little leg.”
“And you know better than to show off what’s mine, don’t you?” He asked
“Yes Daddy,” she answered “I know better.”
“Now you’ll be punished,” he said “with my belt.”
“Yes Daddy,” she answered again “I deserve it.”
The cool leather smoothed across her bare ass as he prepared to swat her. He kneaded her flesh and then struck one blow across her backside. He watched as her skin turned the most delicious shade of pink, a thick stripe just the width of his belt welting up. He struck another blow and then dropped the belt.
“Do not.” He said as he bit down on her neck “Do that.” He kissed below her ear and down her jaw, turning her head “Ever again.”
“No sir.” she responded. Even though it had been for the good of the case, the officer had proved to be uncooperative with Dean, so she took matters into her own hands, giving the cop a little light flirting and even showing off a little bit of her legs and cleavage for him to get the information they needed, she also knew she was playing with fire. Dean was a jealous man and he didn’t want anyone getting it in their head that they could have her when she was with him. No way, no how.
“You know how much I love spanking you baby,” he cooed in her ear “your ass turns the most delicious shade of pink, but I HATE when you make me jealous.”
“I’m sorry Daddy,” she whines against him “I thought I was helping.”
“You can help by not flashing what’s mine in front of some idiot.” He said, his tone fierce “I don’t share, do I?”
“No sir,” she said automatically “Daddy doesn’t share.”
Dean knew deep down that she’d never betray him like that, but seeing someone drool over her body like she was a piece of meat made him angrier than he thought it would. She was more than just a looker; she was smart, quick witted, funny and so many other adjectives, his brain would begin to swim if he tried to list how highly he thought of her. He whirled her around, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue melding with hers as he claimed her mouth. He quickly brought his palm down across her already striped backside, she cried out against his mouth as he slapped her other butt cheek, making her cry out again. He kneaded the warm skin of her ass with both hands, feeling the welts from his belt and his hands flare up. He pushed inside her, spreading her legs wide. He gripped her behind her knees and bucked his hips harshly into her. He knew when she was about to come, the tell tale signs of clamping down on him, her high pitched whines, he almost felt bad for pulling out at the last second.
“DEAN!” She cried in frustration.
“You’re bad girl.” He said as he pulled back from her, looking her up and down. Her eyes were lust blown and she was squirming under his touch. “Do bad girls get to come?”
“No sir.” She said, shaking her head “Only good girls get to come.”
“You better not come until I tell you,” he warned “or it’ll be worse. Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy!” She yelled s he plunged back into her. He fucked her hard and raw, his hands clawing at her clothes and skin as she fought for control of her body. Every stroke of his cock, every grunt, every smack across her abused ass made her scream and want to come. She held tightly to her concentration as he smacked his hand across her red ass and she let out a primal cry.
“You want something baby?” He asked
“Come,” she struggled to say “please! I wanna come!”
“Tell me who you come for.” He said
“Just you, only you!” She cried and he smacked a hand across her ass again.
“Louder.” He commanded
“Only you!” She yelled and he smacked her ass.
“LOUDER.” He snarled.
“ONLY YOU DADDY! I only come for you!” She screamed as the dam in her lower belly became too much for her told hold. “Daddy please!”
“Please what?” He asked as he held her face in his hands.
“Please let me come, please!” She begged, tears rolling down her cheeks “I’ll be a good girl, please Daddy, I’ll be so good for you!”
“You’d better be.” He said and wrapped her into his arms “Come for me, now.”
She screamed into his chest as she came, her cry sent him over the edge as he emptied into her belly, painting her walls white as he grunted, finishing deep inside her.
“Daddy,” she moaned “oh Daddy, Daddy!”
“Shhhh,” He soothed “it’s okay baby, you did so well.” He said as he smoothed her hair out of her face “Are you okay baby? Was that too much?”
She shook her head, meaning no.
“I’m hurting,” she whined “god that belt hurt.”
“I’m so sorry sweetness,” he said “why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you.” She told him, looking down. He tutted and said
“Baby, I’ll never be mad if you use your safe word,” as he pushed her hair out of her eyes “I won’t known unless you tell me sweetheart.”
“But you were, and I was,” she trailed off and he gently kissed her lips and forehead.
“No, no, no.” He said and pulled her close. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed where he laid her down. He stripped her of her clothes and then said “I’m gonna go get a bath ready for you okay?”
“But,” She said and he held up a hand.
“No.” He said “it’s my job to take care of you, let me do my job. Please.”
He words were more of a plea than a request, she could read it in his expression, which was etched with pain. She nodded and he disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he was down to his boxers and offered her his hand. They slid into the warm, lavender scented water together as he sat behind her in the tub. The water both stung and soothed her back side as she sat down and he began to rub her shoulders.
“Why didn’t you use your safe word?” He asked as he rubbed soap into her back.
“I just wanted to make you happy.” She told him. He pulled her backwards, her back against his chest and he turned her face up to his.
“What makes me happy is when you’re happy and comfortable.” He said gently “you make me happy and I don’t want you to be hurt or uncomfortable ever.”
“I’m sorry,” she said “I’m just new to all this.”
“I know,” he said in the same gentle tone “this is why you have me. I’m not just your Daddy okay? It’s my job to protect you and make sure you’re okay. I don’t know if it’s too much if you don’t communicate with me.”
“I liked it,” she told him “it just really hurt.”
“You have to tell me,” he said “I’m not a mind reader.”
She nodded and they kissed.
After the bath, he had her lay on her front while he put lotion on her backside to soothe where he’d struck her. After that, they put their pajamas on and he held her closely.
“You did really well,” he praised “but please, next time, if something is too much, you need to say something okay? I’ll never be mad about that. Not ever.”
She nodded and they tenderly kissed.
“I will, I promise.” She told him.
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For Us - My 3.07 Fix-It
My one-shot attempt at fixing 307, starting right after Clarke and Lexa's sex scene. Lexa doesn't die (obviously).
No content warnings. Rated T (almost M, but not quite IMO) 2,171 words
She still feels Clarke all over her. Her fingers on her spine, her mouth on her neck, her skin sliding over her. She closes her eyes, letting the memory wash over her. She shivers. Then smiles. Then sighs.
Now will be the time for goodbyes.
She runs her hand through her hair and takes a breath. She checks her shirt, her pants, looks in the mirror. She’s glowing. She smiles. She’s stalling. But she knows every minute she waits puts Clarke in more danger. She takes a long breath and turns to the door.
A crack rings out, slicing through the warm quiet. Her heart jumps. It came from Clarke’s room. She runs.
--
Pain rips through her. Silence. Her vision narrows, sharpens. She sees Clarke, her blue eyes wild and full of worry. Across the room, Titus looks down at the gun in his hand. He’s shaking. The gun lands on the floor with a heavy thud.
She looks down. A black stain spreads over one side of her shirt. She takes a breath. The air moves through her chest, her stomach, and finally out into her limbs. She balls her fingers into a fist and then slowly unfurls them. The pain goes quiet, replaced by white rage that moves like a storm through her. She feels her face turn to ice. Then she launches.
She shoves Clarke out of the way and springs onto Titus. Instinctively, Titus deflects her punch to the throat and pulls back into a defensive stance. His movements are smooth, graceful.
“Lexa, I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes dark with regret.
Impulsive, she berates herself. Emotional. She puts up her hands and bends her knees, spreading her weight evenly.
“Lexa, let me explain.” He lowers his arms halfway in partial submission.
She spins into a kick that catches him in his side. Titus absorbs the blow, jerks back, and inhales. He bends his knees. Teacher versus student.
He shakes his head with sad eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
“You did this.” Her voice is even, sharp. “On your knees, Fleimkepa.”
He closes his eyes. Nods. Then falls to his knees.
“All the way down, Titus.”
He obeys, prostrating himself before her.
“Clarke, get the gun.”
Clarke nods and dashes around the bed and picks up the gun.
“Now keep it on him.”
Clarke stands over Titus, the gun pointed at his head.
She takes another breath. Stumbles. She looks around. Someone else is here. Tied to a post. She shudders. Pain screams through her, erasing all her questions.
“Lexa!” She hears Clarke’s voice call out before the world turns black.
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“It’s not as bad as it looks.” A voice cuts through the fog. She hears rustling.
“So she’ll be okay?” Indra.
“We can hold off on planning the conclave.” She can hear the half-smile in Clarke’s voice.
“Clarke?” she mumbles from the darkness. She can’t seem to open her eyes.
“Lexa, stay still.” Clarke’s voice calms her. “You’re okay, I promise.”
Her right side pulses with a dull, deep pain. She reaches for it. Clarke grabs her hand and wraps her own hands around it, her thumb moving slowly back and forth over Lexa’s skin.
“Stop,” Clarke says gently. “The bullet grazed you. Maybe cracked your rib. There was a lot of blood, but it could have been a lot worse.”
“Titus?” Her throat is dry.
“He submitted. He’s locked up.”
“He shot me.”
“Lexa.” Clarke takes a deep breath. “He didn’t mean to.
She opens her eyes, squinting as the room comes into focus. Her head pounds. “Are you defending him?”
Clarke lets out the breath. “He was trying to shoot me.”
She closes her eyes again. “I’m glad he missed.” A tiny smile creeps across her lips. She feels Clarke squeeze her hand as she drifts back into a black sleep.
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A day later, she is in the throne room. Titus is chained to a metal pole in the middle of the room. The same metal pole that Emerson had been chained to not long before. Indra is there, a sling on her arm and dark circles under her eyes. The novitiates sit to her right, cross-legged and wide-eyed. Trikru warriors fill the rest of the space. Clarke sits in shadows.
She stands, working hard to conceal the pain that floods her body, the wince that threatens her face.
“Gona,” she says, her voice ringing clearly through the room. “Titus kom Trikru stands accused of harm against his Commander. An act all the more treacherous because he is the fleimkepa, entrusted with the care of the Commander.”
Titus throws his shoulders back. Stern lines crease his forehead, but his eyes are sad.
She looks down at him, narrowing her eyes. “Speak in your defense.”
“I am guilty of harming the Commander, that is true.” He looks at her steadily as he speaks. “But I am not a traitor.” His gaze travels over the crowd of warriors. “I was caring for Lexa. Protecting her leadership. Protecting the Coalition. Protecting Trikru.”
“By shooting her?” Indra’s voice is quiet but carries.
“I wasn’t trying to harm the Commander. I was trying to kill her.” He looks at Clarke.
“Why?” Lexa growls.
“Lexa, Clarke is putting you in danger.” Titus’ eyes are sincere. “She insists on mercy when justice is called for. Skaikru killed 300 warriors who you sent to protect Arkadia. And yet you did nothing. Because of her. Then Skaikru attacked another village. And you again denied your people justice. Because of her. Wanheda puts all of us in danger.”
“I made those decisions.” Her voice is low but sharp. “Not Clarke. I declared that blood must not have blood. Not Clarke. And yet you tried to kill her.”
Titus looks down. “She convinced you. Because…”
Lexa’s eyes are smoldering. “No one makes me do anything—”
“Heda.” Indra has stepped forward. She bows, her shoulders slumped but her face steady. “Forgive me for interrupting.”
Lexa takes in a breath and the room stands still. Finally, she exhales and gives Indra a nod with her eyes.
“I have spent time with Skaikru in Arkadia. Trained with their warriors. Slept just on the other side of their wall. They are not just one thing. There are some good people. People who want peace.” She looks at Clarke. Then her eyes turn back to Lexa. “But you saw that battlefield. You saw our people’s blood.” She looks out the open doors over the valley. “I saw Skaikru’s eyes when they came. They didn’t see people...” Her voice trails off. Finally, she looks back up at Lexa. “I believe Clarke when she says she wants peace. I trust her because you trust her. But Skaikru is not just one thing. And Clarke is not their leader. When the leader they chose sees us, he doesn’t see people. And it’s not just him.”
“I know I can get my people to overthrow Pike.” Clarke steps into the light. Her voice is fast, desperate. “I just need more time.”
Indra’s face stiffens. She doesn’t look at Clarke. “Clarke keeps asking for time. But whenever you give her people time, your people die.”
Lexa’s jaw tightens. “This isn’t about Clarke.” She forces herself not to look at Clarke, keeping her gaze on Indra. “Are you speaking in Titus’ defense?” Her voice is cold.
“No, Heda.” Indra shakes her head. “He was careless and put your life in danger. It was a dereliction of his duty.” She looks up at Titus. “But I do believe he thought he was helping you.”
“By attempting to kill an ambassador?”
Indra takes a deep breath. “By removing an ambassador who seems to have great influence over you.” 
She and every other warrior brace themselves for the Commander’s reaction.
It doesn’t come.
Lexa turns, walks to her throne, and sits. She looks out at her gona. Finally, her gaze settles on Titus. “Do you want peace, Titus?” she asks evenly.
His sad eyes gaze back. “Yes, Heda. I do. It’s why we worked so hard for the Coalition.”
Lexa nods then shifted her eyes on Indra. “And you, Indra, do you want peace?”
“Peace without justice is not real peace.”
Lexa looks at Clarke. “He was trying to kill you. What does justice look like now, Clarke? What does peace look like now?”
Clarke searches Lexa’s eyes, but all the warmth and want from the day before is now gone. Finally, she looks down. “He did it because he cares about you.”
“I’ve killed people I care about before,” Lexa says quietly. After a few moments, she stands. “This is my decision.” Her voice cuts through the room. “Titus is banished from Polis.” Titus’ head drops. “Until there is peace with Skaikru. He will go to Arkadia to work on it.” Clarke’s brow furls. “When he succeeds, he can return as my fleimkepa.”
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The thump of quick footsteps thunder closer. Lexa doesn’t look up when Clarke crashes through her chamber doors.
“Are you out of your mind?” Clarke is all anger.
Lexa’s eyes remain on the book in her hands. “You want mercy, I showed mercy. You want peace, I gave you help to achieve peace.”
“Help?” Clarke scoffs. “He tried to kill me.”
“He shot me.” Lexa finally looks up. “By our law, he should be tied to a pole and...the same as others guilty of less.”
“So why isn’t he?”
“The same reason Emerson is running around in the woods somewhere.” Lexa tries to set the book down, but a flash of pain shoots through her. She gasps and slams her eyes shut. The room seems to shift as the pain washes through her. She feels arms around her, slowly lowering her onto her back. Then she feels hands brushing hair out of her face, then lips on her forehead. She opens her eyes. Clarke is looking down on her, worried.
“Hi.” Lexa smiles softly.
“Hi,” Clarke whispers back. “Are you okay?”
Lexa nods and reaches up to grab the front of Clarke’s shirt with the arm that doesn’t hurt as much. She pulls her down until their lips meet. They kiss slowly for a moment until Clarke pulls up and looks at her with soft eyes.
“I was afraid I would never get to do that again,” Lexa says, her green eyes steady on Clarke’s blue.
“Me too.” Clarke’s face is suddenly sad. She takes a deep breath then lets it out. “I think I need to go, Lexa.”
“Now?” Lexa had understood why Clarke needed to leave before, but after all that had happened...
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Clarke takes Lexa’s hand, twining their fingers. “It’s...well, you heard what Indra said.”
Lexa nods, wincing. The pain returns at the strangest times.
“If we really want peace,” Clarke continues, “I think we need to...I don’t think I should be here.”
Lexa closes her eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Lexa, I want you to be safe.” Clarke puts her hand on her cheek. “And I just seem to bring you harm. Your people don’t trust you when I’m here.”
Lexa huffs. “What kind of commander am I if the people I love—” She stops, feels the flush on her face.
“Hey,” Clarke bends down and gently kisses one cheek, then the other, then her forehead, then the tip of her nose. She stops just short of Lexa’s lips. “I love you, too,” she whispers.
Something swells through Lexa. Not pain, but warmth—and struggle. She feels tears prick at the corner of her eyes. She takes a breath practiced a thousand times—the breath that commands her feelings, that puts them back in their box. She wants to run, she wants to wrap her arms around Clarke. It will all hurt. She takes another breath. It doesn’t work. The tears build for a moment before they spill down.
Clarke wipes each one away with a finger stroke. Lexa silently lets them fall.
“Clarke,” she says haltingly as she tries to catch her breath. “The last time I...I loved someone and she left…”
Clarke shakes her head, resolute. “That’s not going to happen.” She leans down to kiss her again. Lexa tastes like salt.
“I can keep you safe here.”
“No, you can’t. And you know it.” Clarke sighs and gently nudges Lexa over. She lays down on her side next to her, her head propped up on one arm. “If we want this to work, we need to be who we are.”
Lexa turns her head, looking straight into Clarke’s eyes. She smiles a little. “Who is that, Clarke?”
Clarke shrugs, closes her eyes, then shakes her head. She sighs. “We need to lead our people.”
“You’re a strong leader, Clarke.” Lexa looks away.
“So are you, Lexa. Your people love you.”
“Not all of them.”
“If I leave, you’ll get them back.”
Lexa nods slowly. “I do want peace, Clarke.” Her voice is quiet.
“I know, Lexa. So do I.” Clarke leans over and kisses her again. “For us.”
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cassatine · 4 years
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Could we get a bit more of a peek into the fic? You're so vague and i'm so curious!
weeell I’m vague because I don’t wanna say too much and I’ve been working on it since forever and a day and it’s changed a lot from the initial plan and probably will again, if I don’t end up shelving it once more. Also because I can’t help doubting there’s much of an audience for weirdass alternate grounder history fics for the 100, especially one(s) with a 99% OCs cast (the 1% left is Becca + Cadogan, although technically they’re both dead) so when I do, I mostly talk about it in messaging.
Anyway, idk what kind of peek you want? I don’t have a summary or anything like that yet. Without revealing too much I can say there will be vicious grounder politicks and an unnecessary amount of worldbuilding, unreliable ladies as unreliable narrators and unpleasant people with uninspired names, some truly egregious abyss-gazing, various event such as a burial, a Conclave, a kidnapping, a shoot-out, and a range of crimes going from petty vandalism to multiple murders and conspiracy. 
I posted the opening paragraphs for a meme way back when, so I’m adding that too
Twolong days had passed since Becca had began dying.
Lionly wanted for her to hurry up with it. She’d spent all her tears before theend of the first day, and done her best to care for Heda – it was an honour asmuch as a duty to share those final moments with her. Li knew that. She justhadn’t expected how long it would be, how useless she would feel, how Hedawould grow to smell like she was already rotting. She was cold and tired and miserable,and the guilt of it sat like a stone in her gut.
bonus recent (re)written bit because i like the imagery
For yearsand years the room at the top of the Tower – called the Main Room for reasonsno-one remembered – had served for all things official, and Li had been withinits walls many times. As a child she’d been part of the crowd, watching ceremoniesand announcements, small groups of people solemnly sent off to explore a worldmade anew. She’d listened avidly to the stories they had to share when theymade it back too: glowing forests hidden in folds of the landscape andfive-legged tiger cubs, ruined cities with their hidden treasures and greatshoals of strange fishes along the coast, underground mazes chock full of rottingbodies and canned food.
Soonenough it was whole families Li had watched being sent off to establishoutposts and settlements – be fruitfuland multiply, the Old Cadogan would say, both a blessing and an order, andBecca would look away and say nothing.
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Well i want I little more in-depth info on your world building on heda and wanheda in regards to the present dynamic on Lexa and Clarke as heda and wanheda. How can you answer that with this ask then post it? Lolz! I think everyone would die to hear more of this, in my opinion.
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Someone is having technical difficulties with asks so they sent me this in a DM.
Right. So Heda and Wanheda. In the LoYL AU.
For me, Lexa is easy to write as Heda. I’m canon she slips in and out of Heda mode easily, seamlessly. You can see it in her shoulders, when it’s just her and Clarke, when she gets to be Lexa, her shoulders aren’t nearly as stiff.
Lexa, in my world, doesn’t use her title as often as some (*cough cough* Titus *cough*) would like. She takes care of her people but she doesn’t put them ahead of her family. Once Xander is born Lexa knows she has to make changes to the Heda position. She can’t wear the mask all the time when she has a baby to care for.
And that’s exactly what she does. She slowly makes it more ceremonial, less practical. She’s in charge but she has advisors and councilors who run the day to day and she is more than okay with that.
And then there’s Clarke.
She didn’t even know she was Kongedan. She didn’t know anything about Heda and Wanheda. I’ve always liked the idea that the Commander of Death thing works both ways. She can bring about death and she can hold death off. We see Clarke do both in canon time and again.
So that’s the way I write her. She can take away a life, she’s a cop and sometimes that happens. She can save a life, she jumps out of freaking helicopters into stormy seas!
She doesn’t let it go to her head. It isn’t a title she’s grown up whispering about. She thinks it’s cool and she takes it seriously for Lexa’s sake. But Clarke would much rather just be Clarke and Lexa.
For Lexa, it’s a little different. She knows he legends and all that. She grew up hearing about Wanheda. She may have wondered once or twice if Costia was Wanheda (she is a doctor after all). She wonders if she’s the Heda who will find Wanheda and drag Kongeda into the 21st century.
Once she meets Clarke, even before she knows, Lexa knows Clarke is Wanheda.
So together, they help bring Kongeda into a prosperous time, a Golden Age. They lead together (Titus hates answering to Clarke) until Lexa decides to give up the title. She tries not to roll her eyes too hard when Clarke yells “fucking finally!”
So yeah. That’s my take on Heda and Wanheda in the (Just a) Little of Your Love universe. 😁😁
Hope this answered your query!!
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