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Attitude Adjustment Chapter 1

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Reigna is one of the expendable, sent to the ground along with 99 other delinquents. After finally being reunited with her best friend, she hopes it'll all be smooth sailing. But after the threat of the grounders is revealed, she tries to do everything in her power to keep herself alive, along with the very few people the cares about.

1,792 tally marks adorned the walls of her isolation cell in the sky box.

“Just a few more and that’ll make five years.” The brunette muttered to herself, finally scratching the newest tally mark into her wall with the regulation knife she stole from a guard around two years ago. Sighing deeply to herself, the girl slumped down against the opposite wall. Reigna had been locked away in the Sky Box about a month after she turned fourteen. Today was her eighteenth and she would soon be floated for the crimes that landed her here in the first place. She mindlessly combed her fingers through the ends of her long hair. She had been in solitary for so long, regular things like haircuts hadn’t been offered to her.

“Any minute now…” She mumbled, anxiety rising in her gut, the knife clenched tightly in her hand as she waited for the guards to haul her to her death. Reigna had vowed to herself that this would not be the end. She refused to die. She was prepared to kick, scratch, bite, anything that would allow her to run away and hide. She knew her family wouldn’t take her back, but maybe she could escape to one of the other bases on the ARC to hide away. Anything to escape the death that was looming outside her door.

Reigna’s ear twitched as she heard the heavy steps of the guards approaching her door. She let out a slow breath as she readied herself for the fight to come.

“Prisoner 396 please face the wall with your hands behind your back.” A guard called through her door. Reigna clenched her jaw.

“Bite me.” She yelled back, shifting her body onto her feet, preparing herself to run. Like lightning, the door to her cell slammed open, three guards flooding the space as she attempted to dart past them into the open hallway. Two of them attempted to seize her by the arms but she quickly lashed out, swiping the knife she had hidden in an arc in front of her body. One guard attempted to duck under the blow to tackle her around the waist, but she evaded, stepping quickly to the side and sprinting into the hall.

“We got a runner!” One of the guards yelled from her room. Reigna whipped her head around, the knife still tightly gripped in her hand as she looked around. Every room in the sky box was being emptied of its occupants. Some delinquents more docile than others. Reigna hesitated at the sight just long enough for one of the guards to follow her into the hall. She felt the muscles in her body seize up as she fell to her knees.

‘That bastard shocklashed me!’ she thought, a shocked expression crossing her face momentarily. Her knife was kicked away by another guard as she struggled on the floor. She could still feel the aftereffects of the electricity in her body and her movements sluggish as she struggled. She felt a metal cuff being clamped around her wrist as she attempted to escape their hold. One of the guards nodded to someone out of her sight and she felt a prick and a sting in her neck before a cooling sensation spread through her. As her vision began to blur Reigna could only panic.

‘What are they doing to us.’

Reigna could feel her body practically coming back to life after she had been drugged. She could hear voices surrounding her, still slightly muffled in her ears. She flexed her fingers and felt metal, and the more she came to, she realized she was sitting up in a chair. Slowly her eyes fluttered open and she began to take in her surroundings. She was in an enclosed space surrounded by other teens she assumed had also been in the sky box. she looked down and saw she had been strapped into a seat. Her breath quickened slightly. looking to her right she saw a boy she didn’t recognize but let out a small gasp as she looked to her left.

“Murphy?” She mumbled, reaching her hand up to pat his cheek gently. He stirred, his eyes moving rapidly behind his lids before his eyes opened into a squint.

“Reigna?” He said her name with equal amounts of shock. Reigna had to will away the tears springing to her eyes at the sight of him. John Murphy. Reigna’s best friend. The only person in her life she was positive cared about her. She hadn’t seen his face since she was locked up. Every once in a while she would hear news about him in passing from the guards or from other teens who were confined as harshly to their cells.

‘Did you hear they floated Murphy’s dad?’

‘His mom drank herself to death I’m not surprised he got himself arrested’

‘Did you see? Pike totally beat Murphy’s ass during that Earth Skills class!’

Reigna remembered the rage she felt, the way these people talked so casually about her best friend’s pain, his suffering. But now here he was, thrust back into her life like he had never left her. Like she’d never left him.

“Wha- What’s going on?” He looked around frantically before his eyes fell back to her. She’s grown. They both had. Last time Murphy had seen her, she’d been a tiny, skinny little thing. Still vicious with a bad biting habit, but she’d been loyal to a fault. Her parents never let her grow out her hair back then so her hair had stayed a modest shoulder length. She had always been pale, but her scattered freckles and small moles had made the pale work for her. Now, while she hadn’t gotten much taller in these years, her hair had grown. Her long brown hair brushed against her waist, the ends slightly crooked since she had been maintaining her hair with the knife she’d stolen. And she’d filled out. She knew her chest had gotten bigger. Not many people get new clothing often in the sky box. The tank top she was currently wearing was the same one she’d had for the past two years and it had gotten slightly… tight around her chest.

Murphy was the same. Last Reigna saw him, he’d been her height if not slightly shorter. Skinny and sickly, but just as loyal Reigna. Now, she could easily tell, Murphy had gotten tall. Sprouted into something Reigna almost didn’t recognize. His features looked stronger and not quite as if he was one cough away from an extended stay in Medical.

“I don’t know…” Reigna mumbled in response, tearing her eyes away from her friend and looking around the room again. Some people she recognized, Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha pointedly. She held back a severe roll of her eyes, “At least I know now they aren’t killing all of us right now.” She said to Murphy, indicating the two of them with a slight tilt of her head. She heard Murphy repress a groan of irritation. Along with Chancellor 2.0, Reigna saw a man in a guard uniform. Reigna wasn’t all convinced of his place, he looked around almost nervously.

Suddenly there was a noise and various screens around the room blinked to life. Playing was a prerecorded message from the Chancellor. Reigna looked up at the screen before them with visible disgust. As he spoke, Reigna tuned out his words, looking around the room once more. She watched as a boy across the room unbuckled his straps and began… floating?

“Reign-” Murphy tapped her arm frantically. Her attention was dragged away from the now multiple floating boys as she looked to Murphy.

“They’re sending us to Earth…” He said, voice laced with tension. Reigna’s gaze snapped to the screen as it began to flicker. It was at this moment that all the tells started falling into place. This wasn’t just another room in the ARC. This was a dropship.

“Send the expendable…” She said, her tone laced with venom. Her hands gripped the straps keeping her in her seat. She could feel her heart race as she finally noticed the subtle shaking of the room and the humming of the engines and oxygen machines as they plummeted towards the planet.

“Well… Happy birthday, i guess.” Murphy joked, a smirk creeping onto his face as he looked over at her.

“Best one I’ve ever had,” She replied sarcastically, her hand darting to grab his arm as the dropship started aggressively shaking as they approached earth. The sound of the dropship entering the atmosphere made Reigna’s ears ring. She took a deep breath and clenched her eyes shut as the other teens around her yelled. Suddenly there was a loud noise and the dropship jerked, making Reigna and Murphy’s heads smack the back of their seats as the parachute deployed. Finally, there was a bang and the dropship stopped moving. The room was silent as everyone looked around nervously for a moment.

“Listen,” an Asian boy across the room said, “No machine hum.”

Everyone listened for a moment before realizing he was right, there was no engine sounding, no oxygen pumps. Quick as lightning, everyone began unclasping their straps and belts, rushing down to the bottom floor of the dropship. Reigna tugged the release clasp to no avail before calling out to Murphy, who had already gotten out of his seat. He tugged on the clasp jerkily, glancing over as he heard a hiss from the door and a feminine voice scream ‘We’re back, bitches!’

Finally the clasp gave way and Reigna sprang out of her seat, rushing to the ladder with Murphy hot on her heels. the two finally reached the wide open door, awe plastered on their faces.

“I never thought i would get to see trees this big…” Reigna muttered, admiring the green giants as far as her eyes could see.

“It’s a lot greener than I thought it would be.” He mused, slowly moving to stand beside her. Their eyes scanned the area, taking in the scenery. Suddenly a hearty smack landed between Reigna’s shoulder blades, causing her to stumble. She turned quickly, a glare marring her face, but the expression quickly melted.

“Atom!” She said happily. She remembered the taller boy from their classes before she had gotten arrested. He had graciously decided to be friends with her after she had decked him for calling Murphy ugly. Murphy used to joke that punch made him fall for her.

“Lovely, we all get to experience possible doom together again,” Reigna joked, beginning to walk down the ramp onto the earth. Murphy nodded in agreement, giving Atom a friendly pat on the shoulder before they followed after her.

“Oh, right. Happy birthday, Reign.” Atom called out, making her smile slightly.

“Glad everyone remembers, not like we ever celebrated.” She snorted.

“It’s worth remembering.” Murphy interjected quickly. Reigna cast him a grateful smile over her shoulder as they slowly walked around the dropship. Before she could respond with something self deprecating, she heard a scuffle. The three looked over and saw Wells manhandling a kid she thinks was named Jasper. Murphy strode over quickly and pulled Wells off of him.

“Hey, watch it. He’s with us.” Reigna heard Murphy speak as her and Atom caught up.

“Relax, we’re just trying to figure out where we are.” Wells replied, trying to quell the impending argument.

“We’re on the ground, not good enough for you?” The guard Reigna clocked on the dropship spoke up before she could. She noticed a pretty girl standing closely to his side that she was sure she had truly never seen before in her life. It finally clicked in Reigna’s mind that she must have been the girl whose mother hid her in the floor. By that point in her life Reigna had already been locked up, but she remember how shocked everyone had been when it came out. So the guard must be her brother. Meaning she was right, he wasn’t actually a guard.

“We need to find Mount Weather,” Wells snapped back, “You heard my father’s message. That has to be our first priority.” he looked around as he spoke, as if most of the people who had been sent down here didn’t detest his father.

“Screw your father,” Floor girl yelled, truly speaking for the masses, “What, do you think your in charge here? You and your little princess.” She hissed, looking Clarke up and down with irritation as she spoke.

“Do you think we care who’s in charge?” Clarke replied and Reigna groaned with a deep roll of her eyes, “We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the harder this’ll be. How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.” Clarke finished and looked back to her map.

“Better idea,” Floor Brother spoke up, “You two go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.” Reigna looked around as he spoke and saw other teens nodding in agreement.

“You’re not listening,” Wells interjected sounding exasperated, “We need to go.”

“Look at ‘im, Murph,” Reigna mumbled, elbowing Murphy lightly, “Already thinks he’s the Chancellor of Earth,” She snickered, making Murphy snort in agreement.

“You think your funny-” Wells stepped toward Reigna, but Murphy moved her behind him, glaring at the boy. Before Reigna could shove Wells herself, Murphy was already acting. He pushed Wells harshly and he fell, twisting his ankle in the process. Wells picked himself up quickly. Both boys held up their fists. Murphy feigned a punch, attempting to get Wells to try to hit him but as he limped forward, another boy dropped down from the roof of the dropship and landed between them. Reigna, Atom, and Murphy all glanced up in confusion before looking back to the boy with longer hair.

“Kid’s got one leg,” The shaggy haired boy spoke, motioning to Wells, “Why don’t you wait ‘till its a fair fight.” he said with a tone of condescension. Before Murphy could decide to start swinging on this kid too, she placed a gently hand on his shoulder.

“He’s right, Murph. It’ll be worth more when he’s not limping,” She said with venom, eyes narrowed at the two before she turned and began to walk away. Murphy huffed before following close behind, loyal as always.

“Can one of you big, strong boys help me rip this off?” Reigna asked with a flutter of her lashes. Atom and Murphy looked at each other momentarily before Atom groaned and stood. This was the third time she’d asked for help tearing the destroyed side of the dropship to shreds, having immediately started making herself and the boys crude knives. Atom carefully tore a hand sized piece of metal from the wall and handed it over to the shorter girl. She smiled and nodded in appreciation before making her way back to Murphy. She dropped down to sit beside him, grabbing the rock she used to make his knife before starting on her own.

“Left a little somethin’ for Wells on the other side of the dropship wall,” Murphy spoke, picking at the point of his newly made knife as he spoke.

“Did you, now.” Reigna replied, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, “Knowing you, it’s probably something he’ll just try to punch you for later,” She teased and he cracked a small smile.

“I’ll show you when he gets back.” He said with a smirk. There was a moment of silence before Reigna looked back to her friend.

“Are you okay? I meant to ask earlier but…” she trailed off, her eyes looking to the ground.

“I’m great, now.” He said, wrapping his arm around her in a tight half hug.

“You know what i meant,” Reigna said, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked back up at him.

“I did, and I meant what i just said.” She replied in a tone that made her roll her eyes. Murphy smiled at her reaction before looking away, “Wells is back.” he nodded in the direction and stood, Reigna standing to follow him, Atom and his friend Mbege close behind.

“Find any water yet?” Murphy asked, not really caring for the answer. Wells shook his head.

“No, not yet, but I’m going back if you guys want to come.” He responded, looking up at them before looking to where Murphy was. hastily scratched into the dropship wall was ‘First Son To Dye’. Reigna scoffed softly at the display before looking back to Murphy, whose face was stone cold.

“You know, my father begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him,” Murphy said, voice full of pain and anger. Wells halfheartedly glared at him before dropping the few sticks he was holding.

“You spelled die wrong, geniuses.” He muttered angrily before moving past the group, shoulder checking Murphy as he went. Reigna and Murphy both turned to watch him go. Before she could turn back she noticed the fake guard, Floor Brother, making his way towards them.

“If you’re gonna kill someone, it’s probably not best to announce it.” he spoke at Murphy. She he did, Reigna took a moment to look him up and down unabashedly. He was tall, clearly older than them, but he seemed built. He clearly wasn’t a guard, but maybe formerly, Reigna assessed. she frowned, her bottom lip poking out slightly.

‘He’s kinda cute…’

“You aren’t really a guard… are you.” Reigna decided to immediately call him out, watching as his face gave way to mild shock. She smirked at the reaction as he composed himself.

“No. But the real guard will be here toon unless we stop it. You don’t actually think they’re gonna forgive your crimes. Even if they do, then what?” He posed the question, voice firm. Reigna bit her lip, glancing over to Murphy. He knew well enough Reigna wasn’t concerned about her crimes being acquitted.

“People like us, we’re gonna become model citizens now? Get jobs, if we’re lucky, maybe pick up their trash?”

“What’s your point.” Reigna interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No, i have a question,” He finally shifted his gaze to her, “They locked you up, dumped you here like lab rats to die, so why are you helping them?” he asked and Reigna looked away.

“The hell we are,” Reigna heard Mbege interject from behind her.

“You’re wearing those cuffs, aren’t you?” He replied. Reigna looked to her wrist. She had barely given the thick metal cuff any thought since they’d clamped it on her before they knocked her out. Now that she actually looked at it she was vaguely aware of the technology.

“Right now those things are telling them whether or not it’s safe to follow us down.” Floor Brother explained, making the rest of the small group look to the cuffs in shock.

“Okay, so how do we stop it?” Murphy asked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reigna twisting her wrist to inspect the cuff before taking her unsharpened knife from her pocket. “Reign, what the hell-” Murphy started, attempting to reach for her as she wedged the blade between her skin and the cuff, near the hinge. She twisted her body away from Murphy’s prying hands as she forced the blade upwards, snapping the lock on the cuff and letting it fall to the ground. She gently inspected the lightly bleeding pinpricks on her skin as Murphy grabbed her arm. She gave him a firm look of ‘i’m fine’ before he backed off. Floor Brother raised his brows slightly at the display before nodding once towards Reigna.

“Now the ARC thinks she’s dead.

A few hours had passed since their encounter with Brother Floor. Reigna had quickly and easily removed the cuffs from the rest of their group and toss them into a pile. Some teens were milling around the makeshift camp doing busy work but the four of them were all gathered around, watching the group move like bees in a hive. Out of the corner of her eye, Reigna caught sight of a very out of place guard uniform. She shot to her feet, giving the boys a half assed excuse before jogging to the older boy.

“Hey! Brother Floor!” Reigna called out to him, making him pause.

“Excuse me?” He turned, a look of confusion plastered on his face.

“You heard me. And you stopped. I’ll keep calling you that until i know who the hell you are.” She said, standing with her hands deep in her pockets. Brother floor looked her up and down slowly, almost as unashamed as she had been a few hours prior.

“Bellamy. Bellamy Blake.” He finally responded after taking his eyes off her body. Reigna made a face like she smelled something foul before rolling her eyes.

“Blake… Yeah that tracks. I heard that name a few times in lockup..” She mused, looking away in thought before looking back to his freckled face, “So, Blake. What in the hell made you throw yourself into a possible suicide mission. Besides Little Sister Blake.” Reigna asked, taking slow steps towards him.

“Nothing I’d be willing to spill to someone else nameless,” He said with a smirk and Reigna wanted to punch it off him.

“Reigna. That’s all you need to know.” She responded quickly.

“No last name, Reigna?” he asked. He was trying to flirt with her. Is this how he gets away with everything?

“Nope.” She responded, popping the P as she spoke. Bellamy stared down at her a moment more before looking around them. They were fairly secluded. She could still see her group of friends lounging around on the ground, but they were far enough to where they would only heard them if either decided to yell.

“You,” He pointed directly in her face as he began speaking, “Can not tell a single soul what I’m about to tell you right now. Not even your boyfriend.” Bellamy said, his tone serious. Reigna wanted to correct his statement, ‘Murphy isn’t my boyfriend’ was on the tip of her tongue, but Bellamy continued on.

“I shot the Chancellor,” He rushed out, causing Reigna’s eyes to widen.

“You shot the Chanc-” Bellamy clapped his hand over her mouth quickly, looking around frantically for anyone who might have heard her. Reigna slapped away his hand, her face twisted in anger at his action.

“Is that why you don’t want them following us down here? To save your ass?” She asked and he nodded. Reigna sighed, looking over her shoulder at her friends. Murphy was already looking back at her and she gave him a thumbs up. He watched for a moment more before looking away.

“Me and the guys can start getting those bracelets off the others. The more of us they think are dead, the less likely they are to follow us, right?” She started thinking aloud.

“Makes sense,” Bellamy agreed.

“You need to find a way to get Wells alone. If we get his cuff off i doubt we’ll have to worry about Jaha if he’s still alive.” Reigna spitballed the idea, and Bellamy nodded.

“How would you suggest i do that?”

“Fuck if i know, I’m not doing all your thinking for you,” She said with a sneer before beginning to walk off.

“What did you do, Reigna,” Bellamy started, making her pause, “to get locked up, i mean.”

Reigna hesitated for a moment. She could feel her shame pooling in her gut. She chose not to think about her actions before lockup too much. The memories made her head spiral.

“I killed my mom,” Reigna said quietly, her throat burning as the words left her mouth. Before Bellamy could respond, she quickly left him, not wanting to see or feel the reaction to her statement. She already hated herself for it every day.

After the spectacle that was the bonfire and the surprise of the first rain on Earth, Reigna retired to a tent that had been gifted so graciously to her by Bellamy. Hush Money.

She dragged Murphy along, proclaiming how awful of a friend she would be if she let him sleep in the crowded area inside the dropship, currently populated by makeshift hammocks and blankets on the floor. As the two entered the tent, Murphy threw down his few belongings. It was tall enough Reigna could still stand at her full height, but Murphy had to stoop slightly. She took advantage to hug him tightly for the first time since she was arrested. Murphy reciprocated before lifting her feet off the ground and walking the two back outside. Reigna laughed as they approached a fire where Atom and Mbege already were. He put her back on her feet as they arrived, Reigna shoving him jokingly as he did. Reigna opened her mouth to speak to her friends but was interrupted by Bellamy calling their names.

“I need you guys to do something for me,” he spoke lowly to the group. Atom and Mbege stood as Murphy urged him to continue.

“We’re getting Wells’ cuff tonight. I need you to hang out behind some bushes down the ridge west of here. I’m bringing Wells there and if he doesn’t want to cooperate and take the damn thing off himself, we’re forcing it off. And out there no one’ll hear him if he tries to call for help.” Bellamy explained the plan.

“I don’t think anyone here would try to help him anyway,” Reigna snarked.

“You got it, Boss.” Murphy nodded as the four of them gathered their things and made their way to the ridge.

“Bellamy didn’t mention how long this would take,” Atom groaned, leaning his shoulder against a rock.

“These things take time, you could stand to learn some patience, Atom.” Reigna called over to him from behind a different rock with Murphy.

“Good thing i’m not standing, then,” He replied sarcastically, motioning to his crouched stance. Reigna could practically hear Murphy roll his eyes at the statement.

“What was that douche sayin’ to you earlier anyway,” Murphy asked.

“Its a secret,” Reigna looked at him and grinned. His face stayed passive as he looked at her skeptically.

“He practically slapped the wits outta you. What did you say to him?” Murphy pressed.

“Genuinely, i cant tell you. It’s good blackmail,” She replied honestly, “Also he did not slap the wits outta me,”“Can you two stop flirting?” Atom asked loudly, making the two of them glare over at him. On a whim, Reigna glanced to her side over the rock before pressing herself against it. She shushed the boys around her as Bellamy led Wells closer to them. Reigna couldn’t make out their words, but she did spy Bellamy tucking a gun into the waistband of his pants. Suddenly Murphy stood and Wells tried to bolt, not making it far with his bad ankle. Murphy tackled him to the ground as he tried to limp past, the rest of the boys holding him down. Reigna picked herself up and grabbed the arm that his cuff was on. She held his arm to her chest as she began to wiggle her dull knife between the cuff and his skin just as she had done for herself and her friends. Wells struggled and pleaded from beneath them, attempting to kick and wiggle himself away to no avail. Regina glanced up at Bellamy just for him to give her a subtle ‘Do it’ as she began thrusting the blade in an upwards motion. But all Wells cries fell on deaf ears as the lock finally broke and the cuff fell to the ground. And as far as the ARC knew, Wells Jaha was dead.

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Murphy’s Law: John Murphy x Female OC

Part: 4/?

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: Blood

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“The best of us can find happiness in misery.”

The next morning brought sunshine through a low fog. It was Marlow’s favorite type of weather. Warmth through the dense cold. Something she personally connected with.

Sleeping in the same area as Murphy was more stressful than she would’ve liked to admit. She felt like they had a good rapport. Yet she couldn’t help but to keep her gun within arm’s reach. Murphy was as unpredictable as they came. He wasn’t going to hurt anyone else on her watch.

The gooseberries provided little to no nutrition. She felt the pangs in her stomach, both from lack of food and dehydration. She didn’t know how much longer the three of them could live. Even though Murphy’s help was appreciated, he was another mouth to feed. It was hard enough with just Raven.

Tough choices would have to be made soon. Either that, or they find a way to survive. Right now. Today.

“Up already?” Murphy’s groggy voice reverberated through the air, bouncing off the metal walls. It caused Marlow to flinch. “And on edge? You just woke up.”

“Yeah,” was all she could think to say. It was another day of figuring out some way to live. But first, she needed to check on Raven. That is, if Raven would even let her.

She was still asleep and paler than ever before. Marlow could already feel the sting of tears welling up. She didn’t know what else to do. Between the food problem and the Murphy issue and the Raven situation; it was too much to bear.

Marlow sniffled and rubbed her jacket sleeve under her nose. She abruptly rose and bounded out the dropship door. Tears streaming down her face, breathing shallow and rapid. Why would anyone ever choose to be a leader?

“Hey!” Murphy exclaimed, running behind her.

“Please go away,” she begged, holding her hand out to face him. Trying her best to signal that he needed to leave.

“Are you going to find food?”

She couldn’t believe he would even ask that at a moment like this. However, it did give her an easy out. To give herself some time to cry and recollect. “Yes. Just, stay where I can see you. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed.

Marlow started her job. Allowed the salty droplets of her tears to water the roots and stems. She held nothing back and kept her distance from Murphy. As unashamed as she was to be upset, she did not want Murphy to know. He would hold it over her until she died. He would know how incapable she was.

After a couple hours, and only a few berries to show, Marlow called it a day. It was discouraging and depressing and disappointing. Murphy noticed her heading back to the dropship and followed in suit.

“What did you get?” he asked.

“Just some berries. You?”

“Berries. A couple mushrooms. A root. Maybe? You think we can eat this?” Murphy displayed everything he had in both hands. Marlow wanted to be kind, but the day had not been kind to her. In a tone more venomous than usual, she questioned his motives.

“Why are you helping me?”

Murphy took a single step back. Studied the expression on Marlow’s face. He was just as taken aback by her attitude. His lips pulled down, the corners quaking under the pressure of holding himself together. His voice cracked as he spoke.

“I don’t want to die alone.”

“Oh,” she exhaled subconsciously. Like he had just sucker punched her in the gut. Her tender heart ached with empathy. She never wanted to be this cruel again. It was impossible to read someone’s mind. To know what they’re going through or where their mind was.

She decided it was always best to treat people with warmth. No matter their intentions. No matter what they have done. Even Murphy deserved compassion. In the end, he was just a human. A teenager that made really poor choices.

“You won’t,” she finally assured him.

Murphy tried his best to lighten the mood. “Die alone? Or just die?”

“Either,” Marlow said softly. “And I know that you know we can eat those. You’re smart.”

“Maybe Pike slapped some sense into me.” Marlow covered her open mouth with her hand. But Murphy raised his eyebrows. “You were supposed to laugh. It was a joke.”

“I don’t know about that one,” she giggled nervously. Murphy smacked his lips together and proceeded towards the dropship.

Marlow fed Raven and checked her bandage. She imagined it would be twice as bloody, but was pleasantly surprised. The blood spot had increased, but not as steadily as the previous days. A little warmth through the dense cold.

Marlow did what she could to tend to her. However, with the limited supplies, she grew frustrated at her lack of care.

“Everything okay?” Murphy asked.

“Not really,” she confessed. “There’s no medicinal plants. Raven’s in pain. I have no more wraps. I’m just at a loss.”

“I can’t fix the plants and pain problem,” Murphy started, “but I do have some bandages in my bag.”

A wave of relief crashed over Marlow. Even though there were issues to solve, at least this was one less thing. “Could I have one?”

He responded by rifling through his belongings. Once Murphy found it, he tossed it her way. Marlow unwrapped the old bandage and applied the fresh one. She thanked Murphy enthusiastically and tied it off. Right over the wound to decrease the amount of blood flow. He didn’t say much.

When all was said and done, Marlow smiled at the work she had done. The miniscule victories that she accomplished made her proud. They had to; it was all she had anymore.

“Murph-” she began to say. When she looked over her shoulder, he wasn’t there. Marlow had spent only twenty-four hours with Murphy. Yet in this small amount of time, she learned a lot about him. Specifically that he liked to disappear.

Marlow went off to find him, but didn’t have to go far. He was on the ground, leaning against the exterior of the dropship. He held a slightly stained rag to his face. One they had brought with them when they crashed.

“Murphy?”

He let his hand fall. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Just trying to- get this crap off my face,” he told her.

“Could I help?” she offered. He thought about it for a few seconds. The tension suddenly became incredibly awkward, but Marlow tried her best to brush it off. Finally, he nodded his head.

She took the rag out of his hand, surprisingly wet, and sat across from him. “Did you use your water?”

“I know it’s dumb. But it’s so itchy.”

“Then it’s not dumb. You have a reason,” she said simply. She carefully pressed the rag against his scabbed cuts. Globs of blood were crusting over, particularly on his forehead and cheek. And she thought both of his eyes might be swollen.

Marlow told him to close his eyes. He listened as she cleaned above his brow. Swiping softly back and forth, dried flakes cascading like autumn leaves and winter snow. Two things of which she had never witnessed in real life.

She moved her fingers to a clean part of the rag. Rather than continuing to wipe his blood, she started to wash away the grime. Murphy’s brows furrowed, but she paid no mind.

“I was really young when I met Monty. He was right down the hall from me. We grew up together. Him and Jasper and I. Although, I never felt as close to Jasper. He was a little more impulsive. Definitely liked to cause more mischief than I preferred.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Murphy asked.

Marlow rolled her eyes at his impatience. “It was a Tuesday when I found out Monty had been put in the Sky Box. The funny thing is- I already knew what he was in there for. Before anyone had even told me. Because I had warned him. So many times.

“It just took one mistake. He remembered it a million times. He forgot once. And he was punished for it. It felt like all the air had been sucked from my lungs. I really didn’t know what I was going to do without him. He was in my life for as long as I can think of. Losing that wasn’t an option.”

Murphy smirked as she scrubbed his chin. “Don’t tell me you got in trouble on purpose.”

“Maybe,” she chuckled. “My parents- they weren’t the greatest. Monty was- is- my family.”

It had been a while since she thought about him. With Murphy occupying most of the space in her head, she had a break from worrying about him. There was still a huge mystery to be solved. She felt guilty for not thinking of him more.

“So what did you do?”

“Jaha’s door. I-,” Marlow began. She was interrupted with Murphy’s manic laughter. He scrunched his body up, hands gripping onto his stomach. Marlow couldn’t believe how delighted he was to hear this news. She also couldn’t believe that he knew how to laugh this hard.

“That was you?” he bellowed.

“Guilty,” she joked. It was the only wrong thing she ever did on the Ark. However, it came from a place of good faith. It might have even been how she really felt at that moment. How dare he take away her family? They were children. They were going to make mistakes. Instead of teaching them how to recover, Jaha insisted they face prison time.

So she snuck out of her room. Went to Jaha’s door with her paint set and wrote on it. Left her handprint for good measure. There was no assuming who it was. And they found her quickly after that. She woke up to a pounding door and the barrel of three guns.

“I don’t know what I was expecting from you,” Murphy said. “Something tame. I guess that’s not too bad.”

“Not as bad as arson, huh?” she teased.

“Not nearly.” They locked eyes. Murphy looked much better. Not like the brute he was when she ran into him. He sounded better, too. Like he had some hope for the future. Like he might be able to recover from his past.

That all changed in a matter of seconds. A group of men came bounding through the brush. Marlow noticed most of them immediately, hopping up from her spot and dashing to the first recognizable face.

“Bellamy!” she yelled, throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her back with the same energy, swaying from side to side. “I can’t believe you’re alive!”

“What’s going on?” he asked suddenly. Marlow pulled back. She didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“Why is he here?” Bellamy growled, gesturing towards Murphy. He had his hands up in surrender, but that didn’t stop Bellamy. He ran at him full force and tackled him at the waist. They both landed on the ground and started rolling around.

Marlow joined in, pleading with the two to stop fighting. She tried her hardest to pull Bellamy off, but she was no use. Kane, however, was extremely helpful. Or so she thought.

“Arrest them,” he commanded after he successfully separated them.

“What?” Marlow inquired, bewildered by the crass demand.

“They can’t behave like animals.”

“That should be the least of your concerns. Someone is dying in the dropship!”

Kane signaled to his men to check the dropship. Among them, Finn’s familiar face appeared. Marlow gave a pitiful wave as he went to save Raven. The remaining soldiers took the young boys and shoved their hands behind their backs.

“This isn’t fair.”

Kane squinted. Murphy and Bellamy were marched away as he said one simple sentence. “You are not in control anymore.”

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The rest of the fanfic:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Heaven In Your Eyes || Masterlist

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC (Heaven Lavey Shelby)

Additional content/Info: CLICK HERE

Fic Summary: He meets her at church one dreary night, guided by her singing. Her name? Heaven Lavey. White ivory hair, fair porcelain skin, and petite shape, this almost ethereal creature is Arthur's strict opposite. Yet, all it took was one dive into her heavenly eyes for him to be convinced God has sent His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul. The two lovebirds, obsessed with each other, are determined to live their love no matter people's judgments and no matter the dangers of a Peaky Blinder's life. They are together through the best and through the worst.

But behind her holy appearance and sweet facade, Heaven Lavey is dangerous. With rumors of witchcraft and murder, her shady past weighs on her shoulders. And if she is a blessing for Arthur Shelby, she will soon prove to be a curse for those who dare to stand in her and her husband's way. Even Thomas Shelby himself.

She is Arthur’s Angel, but don't get fooled by her doe eyes: for the rest of us, she is the White Devil.

And by extend, you are too.

Why? Because Heaven Lavey… It’s you.

TW: Major character death, explicit sexual content, canonical violence, graphic description of violence, blasphemy, witch trials and burning of innocent women, dependent relationship (if Arthur and Heaven are happy in their relationship, they are obsessed and possessive, which leads to bursts of violence and deifying from Arthur. By no means I am claiming their relationship is healthy, but it is what works for them)

ACT I.

♢ Ch. 1 || Heaven in Your Eyes

♢ Ch. 2 || Never Did, Never Dared

♢ Ch. 3 || Something Wicked This Way Comes 🔞

♢ Ch. 4 || Dead Bird at Witchin Hour

♢ Ch. 5 || The Hell in His Eyes

♢ Ch. 6 || The One They Should Have Burned

♢ Ch. 7 || Of Matches and Gasoline 🔞

♢ Ch. 8 || Tango on Broken Dreams

ACT II.

♢ Ch. 9 || For Whom the Bells Toll

♢ Ch. 10 || Closer to Heaven or Closer to Hell? 🔞

♢ Ch. 11 || When The Bridges Burn

♢ Ch. 12 || As They Always Did

♢ Ch. 13 || Cross My Heart and Hope to Die

♢ Ch. 14 || Pure As a Lamb 🔞

♢ Ch. 15 || Women Like Me in a Men's World

♢ Ch. 16 || Après Moi le Déluge ( c o m i n g . . .)

♢ Ch. 17 || ( Il Diàvulu Biancu)

♢ Ch. 18 ||

ACT III.

♢ Ch. 18 ||

♢ Ch. 19 ||

♢ Ch. 20 ||

♢ Ch. 21 ||

♢ Ch. 22 ||

♢ Ch. 23 ||

♢ Ch. 24 ||

♢ Ch. 25 ||

♢ The series can be longer.

Some events from the show are taken and obviously reworked. Yet, except for a few quotes and scenes, everything else is imagined by the author.

Related works - in chronological order-

♢ From Blood We Will Grow

♢ To Bark and Bite

♢ Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

♢ A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

♢ Perfect Lines

♢ Savage Daughter

♢ A Slice of Us (Modern!HYE)

♢ Love Ritual (@zablife's celebration)

♢ The Woods Whisper 1, 2 (Halloween Horror)

♢Little Lamb 1, 2, 3 (Yandere!AU)

Moodboards and other content

♢ Playlist

♢ Moodboard Aesthetic

♢ Moodboard Chapter 6

♢Heaven In your Eyes Act II trailer

♢ Moodboard Chapter 12

♢ Heaven in your Eyes chapter 16 trailer

Looking for more? Check out Heaven's masterlist I and II.

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shelbystales · 8 months

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Stay - One Shot

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Word count: 4532

Requested by: @morrigan-crowmwell

Summary: Tommy realizes that despite him trying to avoid it, he loves and needs you.

Warning: angst, fluff and rough smut with dirty talk?

A/N: This was inspired by a brazilian song called "evidências", as requesteted. I hope you like it😘 .

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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He entered forcefully, pushing the door of your room open like a hurricane.

"Stop it," he ordered, pointing his finger at you.

You glanced at him, but your hands kept busy, packing your bags, shoving clothes into a bag that was clearly struggling to fit even half your dresses.

"I told you to stop," he said, approaching you and closing shut the door of your small wardrobe.

"Make me," you said irritably, trying to force the door open, but his hand on top of it prevented the process.

You rolled your eyes and carried on, your determined hands struggling with the stubborn zipper. You tried to wrestle the wardrobe open once again, a frown deepening on your face, but just as before, his hand on it prevented your success.

You sighed loudly, grabbing your bag from the bed and headed toward the door, ready to leave the scene.

He grabs your wrist firmly, preventing you from reaching the door, stopping you from leaving.

"Let me go!" you shout and struggle against his grip, but he doesn't let go of your wrist. His gaze seemed disturbed like he was out of himself. "Are you drunk?" you ask, pulling your hand, hating the fact that he's stronger than you.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, and you clearly notice the knot in his throat.

"Tommy, you're hurting me," you say as the strength of his grip on your wrist becomes stronger.

"You can't do this. You can’t leave me" he says.

"Why do you care?" you ask angrily, pulling your wrist as you feel he loosened his grip on it and took a step back.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of frustration and desperation. He runs his fingers through his hair, a sign of his internal struggle.

“Tommy, what the fuck? You can't just barge in like this and do this” you said angrily

he swallowed harshly and looked around the room, the same room he had been with you many many nights before. The same room where he sleep nestled against your neck, smelling your scent to prevent his fucking nightmares. The same room he told you he couldn’t be with you, that he didn't want to be with you. The same room he broke your fucking heart.

“It’s not fair,” you added, letting go of your bag to fall loudly to the floor.

“Fair?” he chuckled “life isn’t fair” he said frustrated.

His response only fueled your anger.

It felt like he was dismissing your feelings, brushing them aside with his cynicism. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him with a mixture of irritation and hurt.

"Life isn't fair? Is that all you have?" you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tommy clenched his jaw, his fists curling at his sides. His eyes held a storm of conflicting emotions – regret, anger, and an undeniable pain that seemed to cut through his tough exterior.

"It's not like that, ey" he said, his voice strained. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

"Oh, so it's not your fault then?" you retorted, your tone dripping with bitterness “you stood right there” you pointed at one side of the room “and you told me you couldn’t fucking love me anymore! Like, what the fuck! Poor misunderstood Tommy Shelby… you wanted me to beg? to do what?! To run after you like a fucking dog. To beg for your love. Was that it? Tell me, what did you want?”, you couldn't restrain the anger in your voice

He winced, as if your words were a physical blow. You could see the pain in his eyes, a flicker of regret that he was desperately trying to hide. But it was too late for that – the dam had broken, and the flood of pent-up emotions was pouring out

“That’s because I love you” he said, making you laugh in disbelief

“Fuck you!” you barked at him

“When I said i didn’t want you anymore, thats because I still fucking do” he spat out.

“What? Are you bloody high?” you shook your head

He seemed to search inside for the right words. It was clear he was struggling.

“I can't let you leave” he stated

“Its not up to you” you answered coldly

“I will blow every road out of this damn city if I have to, drown every boat. But you are not leaving, eh” he warned, his finger raised, pointing at you as a warning sign

“I hate you so much right now” you whispered, your words seeming to have an effect on him. He breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling of your room

"Look, I know I messed up," he admitted, his voice quieter now.

"You damn right you did," you said, your anger still burning hot.

His frustration crackled in the air like an electric current. Everything was spiraling out of control, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He watched as you challenged him, your voice a mix of irritation and hurt. It was a pain he was intimately familiar with, one he had tried to distance himself from.

He knew he was the architect of his own misery. The moment he let himself care, truly care for you, he had opened the door to chaos. His heart, so carefully guarded, now laid exposed and vulnerable.

He took a step closer to you, his gaze intense, burning with a mixture of what you assumed to be anger and fear.

His heart raced in his chest, each beat a reminder of what he stood to lose. He wanted to grab you, to shake some sense into you, to break down the walls he had built between you.

But his hand remained at his side, clenched into a fist. He could feel the heat of his anger pulsating through him, but it was masked by an even greater terror - the terror of losing you.

"You think I wanted this?" he finally spat out, his voice raw. "You think I wanted to hurt you?"

You didn't answer, your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of defiance and something deeper.

He ran a hand through his hair, the usually impeccable locks now disheveled, mirroring the chaos inside him. Every step he took seemed to carry the weight of his uncertainty, his fear of losing something he hadn't realized he'd grown so dependent on.

"This is bloody ridiculous. I can't do this, alright? I can't bloody bear the thought of you walking away," he muttered to himself, his voice taut with frustration.

His gaze flickered to the door, as if half-expecting you to disappear beyond it any second. The very idea seemed to send a jolt of panic through him.

"You drive me mad!" he said, his voice rising in agitation.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing uneven as his gaze darted around the room, searching for some form of escape from the vulnerability clawing at him.

"I've denied it, tried to pretend I didn't need you, that I could bloody well do without you," he admitted, "but I need you," he practically spat out, the words almost foreign on his tongue. "More than I care to fucking admit. You're under me skin, in me bloody bones, and I'm terrified of what that means. I’ve tried but I can't fool me heart, I can't keep lying to meself”

His voice cracked, the dam of his emotions threatening to break completely.

The room felt stifling, a cage that held him captive with his own fears. Tears welled up in your eyes, the battle between your anger and your love for him raging within you. You took a shaky breath, your own vulnerability exposed.

"You can't leave," he said, his voice low but laced with a desperation that belied his usual composure. "I won't let you. I can't." His admission hung in the air, raw and unfiltered.

Tommy's agitation reached a fever pitch, his body tense, his eyes wide with a mix of anger, fear, and something deeper that he struggled to name.

He couldn't let you go – not now, not ever. The very idea of you slipping through his fingers was enough to shatter his carefully constructed world.

You stared back at him, the weight of his words sinking in.

A mixture of anger and hurt still lingered within you, the wounds of his past actions still fresh. But now, in this charged moment, you could see that he was baring his soul to you.

You didn’t know what to do, what to say. part of you wanted to shout at him, to slap him to push him to the floor and kick his guts… but at the same time, part of you wanted to run to his arms, to kiss him, hold him strongly… truthfully, Your heart ached as you watched him struggle

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His eyes followed your movement, a mix of anticipation and apprehension in his gaze.

Your hand reached out, your fingers gently uncurling his clenched fist, the gesture a silent reassurance.

"I can't lose you," he choked out, his voice a mere whisper, his eyes searching yours for some form of understanding.

"I don't want to leave," you admitted softly, your voice breaking “but… you can't just come in here and say all of that after causing me so much pain. The past won't just disappear, Tommy. You can't just expect me to forget everything and come running back."

He shook his head, his hand shifting to cup your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. "I'm not asking you to forget," he said, his voice gentle but urgent. "I'm asking for a chance. A chance to make things right, eh? to show you how much you mean to me. I know I fucked up. But I need you, I need your lips on mine." His thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. "I’ll give you my life, you can do whatever you want with it. I just want to hear you say yes, that you'll give me a chance to fix it. To fix us."

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, torn between the memories of pain and the yearning for something more.

His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Tommy… I…," you whispered, losing your words.

His gaze bore into yours, his thumb now tracing a path from your cheek to your lips, a feather-light touch that ignited a spark within you. His eyes were filled with a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he often presented to the world.

"Say you'll give us a chance," he murmured, his words hanging in the air like a fragile plea.

His hands still cupped your face, his touch warm against your skin. His eyes danced between your lips and your eyes, a silent request for permission.

Your heart hammered in your chest, the battle between your head and your heart reaching its peak.

His touch, his words, they were like a balm to your wounded soul. And in that moment, you found yourself leaning in, your lips just a breath away from his.

"Tommy," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I want to believe you."

His eyes held yours, a mixture of relief and longing in his gaze. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.

The kiss was short and when his eyes locked on yours again. his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb tracing light patterns on your skin as if he didn't want to let go.

You took a deep breath, embracing your own vulnerability. "Tommy, I…I can't go through the same pain again. I won’t forgive you again"

“You won’t need to” he reaffirmed, his voice unwavering. His thumb kept brushing your cheek.

You nodded slowly, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope you gave him a small smile, trying to give him some comfort. As response, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace, His heartbeat thudded against you.

It was like a weight lifted off both your shoulders, replaced by a warm sense of security. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest.

His fingers played with your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

There, in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in the possibility of healing.

He pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head and breathed deeply your scent, a scent that soothed him as a reminder of home.

“I love you” he whispered in your ears

“Fuck… I love you too” you said holding stronger onto him.

He pulled even estronger, his arms pressed strongly against you as if he was afraid you would slip away

As his arms held you close, his aftershave and Cologne mixture scent mingled with the warmth of his skin, enveloping your senses in a heady combination. Your fingers traced the contours of his chest, feeling the texture of his skin under your touch.

His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on your back, now ventured lower, roaming over your ass, his touch light and teasing.

His lips brushed against your forehead, a soft and lingering kiss that held a promise of more.

Your breath hitched as his fingers trailed along your spine, sending a trail of tingling sensations.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of anticipation and a touch of apprehension.

"Tommy," you murmured, your voice barely audible, but laden with unspoken desire.

He swallowed audibly, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own. His fingers moved from your back to gently lift your chin, tilting your face up towards his and then his lips were on yours, a kiss that ignited a fire within you.

His lips moved against yours with a fervent passion, his hands sliding down to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer.

Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you responded to his kiss with equal fervor.

His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the curve of your neck, placing soft kisses along the way. Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of sensation straight to your core. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was a delicious torment that fueled the growing heat between you.

"Fuck, I've missed you," he breathed against your skin, his voice husky with desire.

The confession sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of his words adding fuel to the fire burning within you. Your fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a sense of urgency. His hands mirrored your actions, working together, desperately to rid each other of the barriers that separated your bodies.

As the last button came undone, his shirt, suit and gunholster slipped from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.

Your fingertips traced the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath.

Your dress was eventually discarded to the floor along with his clothes. You felt so desperate for him, both almost ripping each other's clothes off like animals.

Leaning against the wall across him there was a full-body-length mirror giving him a perfect vision of your ass, and back as he moved his kisses around your neck and shoulders.

He put a hand on your ass and caressed it softly before drawing his hand back and spanking it hard. The slap was sharp and loud in the small bedroom and it mixed with your moan. You dug your nails on his back.

“You're so fucking hot,” he said, noticing the skin of your ass becoming pinkish forming his handprint, moving to the other cheek, he squeezed it once, before slapping it just as hard.

He didn’t lose time, his lips met yours, sliding desperately.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to express all the longing you had held back. The taste of him, the pressure of his lips moving against yours, were like fuel.

With a swift and confident movement, he scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his lower back as he carried you effortlessly towards the bed, where he gently placed you against the sheets. His lips never leaving yours.

He pinning you to the bed, kissing you with even more passion as he pressed his aching dick into your body through fhe fabric of his pants and briefs.

With your arms pinned against the bed, he started kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your breasts, and began to circle one of your nipples with his tongue.

“oh, Tommy. Fuck” you moaned as he closed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it firmly.

He kissed your collar bone and moved to your earlobe, biting it playfully.

“Tell me how bad do you want it” he whispered, his voice hoarse

“I want it so fucking bad. Fuck, i need it” you moaned

Tommy slid his pants off as if his life depended on it, his briefs slipping off along with it.

He flipped your body so that your stomach was pressing against the mattress. A movement that he did so effortlessly. Giving him the perfect view of your ass, which, according to him, was the most beautiful part of your body.

He took his hand and gave your ass another firm slap, before firmly grabbing both yout asscheeks and spreading them apart.

“So fucking beautifull” he praised.

he leaned over you, his face now close to yours, where he left a few kisses on your cheek. his mouth right next to your ear again, just because he knew that turned you on.

“I going to fuck you real good, ey” he said, his hands sliding between your legs, a finger sliding inside of you.

“Please” you moaned, spreading your legs a bit more apart

He stood back up, so that he could rub his dick against your asscheeks a few times before positioning it against your wet folds, leaning slightly, applying more and more pressure as he adjusted his posture before completely sliding inside of you.

“Fuck, yes” you moaned as you felt him inside of you.

He reached one of his hands to hold at your shoulders, while the other reached one of your arms, pulling it to your back, holding you firmly as he started pounding nice and hard against you.

With every stroke you felt him deeper, moans left your lips involuntarily. His name eventually mixed with the sensual sounds leaving your lips, making Tommy wish you’d never stop. Every moan serving as a fuel for his hard thrusts to get harder and deeper

“Fuck, fuck… Tommy. Oh fuck” you moaned and felt the same strong slap on your left asscheek, then on your right “yes! just like that” you told him

Everytime your perfectly red ass pressed against his hip bones his mind took mental pictures, he would be daydreaming about you like this for the next few days. This, you… was exactly what he needed. The only one he needed.

“You like it, hm?” he asked breathlessly as he slapped your ass one more time

“Yes, yes I do” you told him, biting your lower lip.

“Fuck you feel so good” he let his head fall back, momentarily taking his eyes off you. “Tell me, y/n. Tell me you love it”

“I love it Tommy. God, I love your fucking cock so so much. Fuck just like that” your words spit out so quickly, desperate for him not to stop.

He held at your hips pulling them against him everytime he thrusted, making the movement rougher by the minute.

You were feeling so overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you that the orgasm that washed over you was inevitable. It wasn't common but vaginal orgasms happened once in a while with you, making you impressed everytime it did.

“Fuck! I coming, i’m coming” you told him, as the orgasm washed over you, your face buried on the duvets

Without letting you recover from it, he pulled out and rolled you over to your back, your tits now reaching up, hard for him. He leaned over to kiss one of them as he pinched the other one hard.

“Fuck!” you cried at the feeling

He then laid beside you, pulling your hips to him as he did “Get up here and sit on me”, he said and you slowly stumbled upwards to mount him.

Your head spinning slightly, out of breath as you were still feeling the effects of pleasure course through your veins. As you got on top of him you held his cock, stroking it a few times before directing it to your entrance and slowly lowering your hip, sliding his cock back inside of you, where it belonged.

“Fuck yes, ride that cock, real nice” he said as your hips moved back and forward. Tommys eyes were a combination of lust and admiration as he looked up to your bouncing tits and moaning lips.

Both your moans filled the room and you could feel his body shake slight from the pleasure building up at every hip movement. He reached to hold both your nipples, pinching and twisting them, making the pleasure harder to handle as your legs started to feel weaker.

Tommy leaned upwards pushing your hips against him, dictating the intensity of the moves as he was now working with you, his hips moving up, as yours pressed down on his.

“Fuck, i’m getting close” He muttered

“Me too, oh god. me too” you told him and took your fingers to start caressing your clit as you continued the movements, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to grow stronger.

“Yeah, Just like that, ride that, fucking, cock” he said pausing between words everytime his hips pressed up.

His grip tighter on your hips, his eyes fucking you as the most lustfull moan escaped his lips, his primal instincs taking over as he moved up, throwing your back against the bed as he started to fuck you faster and harder than ever before. His grunts, getting deeper and louder.

“Fuck! Don’t stop, don't stop! Fuuuck” You cried surprised at the new feeling. Your nails digging at whatever piece of flesh of his you could grab hold, scratching his skin.

You were already so close and his attack just made everything more intense, the knot that was forming before, was already strong and ready to explode. But for some reason it didn't, it just kept growing and growing.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good” he told you out of breath, his atack on your nipples returning as one of his hands pinchend and twisted them.

All you could do at this point was moan the words fuck repeatedly, your body starting to shiver. Your moans were turning him on so hard you knew he wouldn't last longer.

“Fuck, so close, so close. Don’t stop” you warned him,seconds before your body freezing as the best orgasm washed over you, your head spinning, a burning feeling washed over around your entire body as your skin felt hotter.

The sexiest moans leaving your lips followed by Tommys name, and that combined with your shivering state, was enough to push him over the edge. He couldn't hold anymore, a primal grunt escaped his lips and his moves got uncoordinated as he emptied himself inside of you, coming so hard he thought he would pass out, his vision getting blurred. After a few more strokes, he allowed himself to collapse on the bed beside you.

"Holy shit," he whispered, his voice still tinged with disbelief and desire as he caught his breath.

The room was silent now, just the sound of your labored breathing filling it as you both recovered. Your labored breaths began to synchronize, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo the connection between you.

Tommy's fingers brushed against your skin, as he moved to kiss your neck and collarbone. His touch, now gentle and caring.

His hand cupped your face, his fingers caressing your hair as he gazed into your eyes. You smiled at him and he smiled back, a small smile, but a huge one for a man like him.

“That was something” your voice laced with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction.

His chuckle resonated in the room, a sound that felt like a secret shared between the two of you, since not many would ever hear the sound of a Tommy’s Shelby chuckle

“Yes it was… Want a cigarette?” he asked and you nodded, watching him stand up and grab his overcoat, searching for his pack of cigarettes.

He found his pack and lit one cigarette. The sight of him, half hard as he slid the cigarette over his lips before lighting it felt like the sexiest thing you’ve seen. The flicker of the cigarette illuminated his features in the dim light, casting shadows that danced across his face.

Slowly, he began to approach you, his eyes fixed on yours. He held your chin gently, making you sit, his fingers warm against your skin, as he took a drag from the cigarette. The smoke curled between his lips before he leaned in, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. The act was surprisingly intimate, making your core tinkle.

He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours as he sat beside you. The air seemed charged with electricity as he exhaled, the smoke curling around you both like a fragile veil. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned closer, his lips a whisper away from yours.

"You're something else, you know that?" he murmured, his voice husky with a mixture of arousal and admiration as he held your face and kissed you, feeling the taste of the smoke on his lips.

"You're not so bad yourself," you replied, your voice a low murmur .

His lips curved into a half-smile, the playfulness in his eyes contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. The cigarette rested between his fingers, forgotten for the moment as his focus remained solely on you.

the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, he was fucking you with his eyes. your lips finally met in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, a craving for each other almost as if you hadn’t spent the last minutes fucking eachother senseless.

As the kiss deepened, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.

When your lips finally parted, breathless and flushed, his words reached your ears like a plea. "Don't you ever think of leaving again."

You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his fear and desire. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, the intensity of the moment a testament to the connection you shared.

"I won't," you whispered, your voice laced with determination. "But you have to promise me something too." His brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he waited for your words. "Promise me that you won’t shut me out again," you said, your voice soft but firm. "No more pushing me away, Tommy. If we're going to do this, to really make it work, you have to be all in."

He studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face as if trying to decipher every emotion you were feeling. And then, with a nod, he gave you a small, genuine smile.

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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nyasiaaaaa · 8 months

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In the Bleak-Mid Winter

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem reader (Nurse)

Summary: This is a story about two people who become constants in each others lives, and eventually fall for each. While one learns to love again, the other learns the cost of loving a man like him.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Cursing, Tommy eating, Mr.Campbell, sexual harassment, reader eats, Thomas Shelby ( If I missed anything or you think something should be added please tell me.) ( Also Y/N is on dick, IDKY she acts like this)

A/N: part 1 takes place during season two, part 2/3 season 3 and 4/5/6 season 4. This is a Slow burn there will be smut eventually.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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You heard the paramedics before you saw them; you were sitting at the nurse's station having a late dinner amongst the other nurses when they burst through the door shouting.

"Male, early thirties, beaten severely, Bp 80/60, in and out of consciousness"

You had rushed over and led them to the next available room in the ER; so you and the doctor may start your examination. The doctor surprisingly showed up with the emergency instead of half an hour later. The paramedics set the man down on the gurney and got out of your way, but not before calling the man lying in front of you by name and assuring him that he was in good hands.

'Wait" you yelled after the paramedic, making them stop and face you

"You know this man, your family … or friend," you asked as you prepared a bucket of warm water with soap.

"No, miss, he's not friend nor family; I just recognized him, is all." the paramedic responded with a tight smile.

"And his name," you asked cause you didn't catch it the first time he said it.

"Thomas"

You thanked the man before turning back to your patient. You started to wipe away the blood and mud that caked his face making him unrecognizable, to the point where you were confused about how that gentleman had recognized him.

You continued down his body, cleaning him up where need be so the doctor could assess and work properly. As you cleaned a nasty cut along his bruised ribs, he began to stir, and his eyes opened.

"Sir, hi, do you know your name," the doctor asked him as he flashed a light in and out of his eyes

The doctor waited, but the man didn't answer, that's when the doctor looked towards you for help.

You grab the mans hand, squeezing it, causing him to look in your direction; you smile gently at him before asking him, slowing.

"Sir, do you know your name"

"M- my my name," he whispered, out of breath

"Yes sir, do you know it" You squeezed his hand again, encouraging him along

"It's Thomas"

"Very good," you praised him

"My name is Thomas Shelby."

You froze right in your tracks, dropping his hand and stepping back. You heard the doctor praise him for getting it right before asking questions about his pain, medical history, and allergies.

The doctor waved his hand towards you, motioning towards you to write his responses down, but you didn't even acknowledge him. You couldn't even move.

Thomas Shelby, thee Thomas Shelby. The most dangerous man in Birmingham is lying on your table with his life in your hands.

It was starting to all make sense now, why the paramedics knew him but didn't associate himself with him, why the doctor had rushed over so quickly to care for him.

You then realize that If this man dies, then you die.

That was all you needed to hear; you grabbed your clipboard, pulled yourself together, and began to write down the things you heard. The doctor finished his assessment, and told Thomas he would come back shortly to take him to surgery, and he would have the nurse give him a couple of papers to sign while he waited.

You rearranged the papers on your clipboard, putting the ones he needed to sign in front, then grabbed an IV and Morphine bag to set up a line. You handed him the clipboard as you put the bags on the hanger and began to put gloves on.

"What that," he asked, his head nodding towards the two bags as he turned the pages signing each of them before looking at you directly in your eyes.

"I -i-its a-a mo-morphi-e dr-drip a-and an IV ba-bag.”

You might have spoken more clearly if he wasn't staring at you with those eyes. It wasn't like what you had thought. You always thought that if you ever looked this man in the eyes, it would be no different than looking at the devil himself, especially after all the stories you have heard and the people you've seen who have been sent to the hospital in body bags after their dealings with him.

You expected to see hundreds of souls trapped behind his eyes, but instead, you just see a man, nothing more, just a man.

"Your papers," Thomas said, handing you back your clipboard as he looked at you looking at him.

"T-Thank you," you replied, tearing away your gaze as you walked towards the end of his bed, placing the clipboard along the edge.

You then walked back up to him, took his arm, and searched for a vein before placing the IV.

You flashed him a smile before snatching your gloves off and waking out of the room for much-needed air.

You walked till you were out of his sight, then you pressed your back against the wall before sliding down it all the way and placing your head in between your knees.

You breathed in and held it before breathing out; you repeated this action four more times before you started to calm down. You sat there for a few more seconds before the doctor returned with more people to begin moving Thomas to surgery.

"You think you can scrub in, or do you need a minute," the doctor said to you, his voice laced with annoyance.

You nodded your head as you stood up and followed him. You ignored his comment toward you as you had understood that this man holds Thomas Shelby's life in his hands, and there is no room for him to fail.

When you came into the room, the other nurse had already started to change Thomas into a gown and put a net on his head. You went around the gurney and flipped the stoppers on the wheels so that you may move it when ready.

Soon he was all changed, and it was time to move. You had placed yourself at the head of the bed while the other two nurses stood at the side.

"Let's go," you said as the three of you began pushing Mr.Shelby down the hall toward the surgery wing.

As you walked down the hall, you tried your hardest to not look down, even though you felt eyes on you, burning you as they looked at you. You tried to keep your eyes straight, but you couldn't and decided to look down. And when you did, you saw his bright blue eyes staring right back at you.

His eyes are intense and chilling, yet you still stare at him as he stares at you. But his stare has more meaning behind it; he's looking at you curiously, even turning his head to, what you guess, is to get a look at your name tag.

You break away your eyes from his as you hit the doors to the surgical wing pushing them open. You push him toward his room before leaving to wash up for his surgery as the other nurses get him ready and into place.

After scrubbing up, you dry your hands before placing fresh gloves on them. And walking over to Mr.Shelby and sitting on a stool at his head.

"Ok, Mr.Shelby, we're about to start your surgery. Today you are having surgery on your liver and kidney, which both have ruptured. I'm going to place the mask on your face and have you count back from ten, ok," You say to him as you set up the oxygen and gas machine for him.

He nodded his head, and you processed to place the mask on his face and nodded towards him to begin counting backward.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six….."

You secured the mask before standing on the opposite side of the doctor.

The surgery took four hours when It was only meant to take two; most of the time, Doctor Brown was on his game, but today, You had assumed that it was because of who the patient was that he was nervous and stressed himself out. But that wasn't the case; he became sloppy, too sloppy, to the point where you had to take over, finish and close-up. And when you had gone over to his side to take over, you had smelled it, on his breath, Whiskey. You couldn't believe that he would take a drink before performing surgery on a patient. You m didn't say anything though and simply left it as if it was him being nervous that he held Thomas Shelby's life in his hands.

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The next time you saw Thomas awake was when you went into his room to check his vitals.

“ Good Morning Mr.Shebly; how are we doing today,” You asked as you garbed his wrist, checking his heart rate and writing it down before moving to check his blood pressure with the wrap.

“ Thomas and Fine”

“ Well, Mr.Shelby, that’s Great to hear; how’s your pain on a scale from one to ten,” you asked as you wrote down his blood pressure and moved on to check his IV and Morphine bag.

“ Thomas and 7”

“ Mkay, you can turn up your morphine drip with this dial “ You stopped taking to show him the action of the cord before continuing, “ And I see you haven’t eaten …….. Thomas.”

“ I can tell you know who I am, so you know that I can not eat any old food brought up by any old nurse.”

“ Well, I assure you the food isn’t poisoned.”

“ Please do; go ahead and have a bite.”

“ Sure,” You said with a smile as you reached down and grabbed the spoon before scooping up some mashed potatoes and bringing them to your lip.

You were about to take a bite when you thought about it; this is Thomas Shebly, Birmingham's very own gangster; he probably has a lot of enemies.

They could be in the hospital right now or were when they poisoned his food. You looked down at the spoon before looking over at him.

“ I will get you a new trey made by me personally,” You said as you gathered your things and the tray and headed for the door.

“ And how do I know I can trust you,” he asked with a straight face

“ Why would I save your life and perform surgery on you just to kill you a couple hours later.”

He responded with a nod in agreement

“ Oh, and Thomas, you a visitor a Mr.Campbell, shall I send him in”

“ Yes”

You let the door shut behind you as you walked down the hall, briefly stopping at Mr.Campbell to tell him that Thomas may see him now before going down the steps to the kitchen.

The closer you got to the basement, the louder it got, people, yelling, pans slamming against each other, and the smell of piss and bleach was so strong it made you gag and shiver.

The kitchen was the first door on the right. You entered and immediately regretted it. Two rather large men were in the kitchen; though you don’t come down here often, you know that you’ve never seen these men in this hospital anywhere and that they weren’t the chefs.

“ Can I help you miss?” the shorter of the two men asked

“ Um, a patient of mine didn’t receive his food, Ive come down to retrieve him some.” You replied, your eyes shifting between the two as you walked up to the window in the wall.

“ Which, uh…. I mean, what’s your patient's name” the taller one asked as he stood up from leaning against the wall.

“ W-why”

“ Standard procedure,” the taller one said to you, shrugging his shoulders as he stepped closer.

You thought for a second and came to the conclusion that you would instead give this strange man a name than pick a fight you most certainly can’t win.

“It's for Mr.Shelby, Thomas Shelby”

“ Ah, Mr.Shelby, ok, one meal coming right up,” The short one said as he turned to grab a plate and began putting food on it.

You tried to watch him carefully as he fixed the plate, but the taller man stepped in front of you, blocking your view and taking up the whole window.

He bent down to your eye level before he began talking.

“ What’s a pretty nurse like you doing down here? You don’t run food.”

His breath reeked of cigarettes and rum, making your face scrunch up in disgust before stepping back.

“ All the food runners were busy, and Mr.Shebly needed food; I don’t mind doing another job; I’m happy to help.”

You realized that now that you’re not as close, you can see more, not much, but you did see when the other man sprinkled something all over Thomas's food before giving everything a quick mix.

You look back only to catch the tall man looking at you, well, more like at your body, which you were very grateful for, seeing as you didn’t get caught.

“ Oi, here’s the food, miss,” The shorter man said, handing you the plate after the taller one moved out of the way.

“ Thank you,” you said before scarring off.

You dumped the food in the trash in the hall before jogging upstairs; you passed the nurse's station before turning right back around and reaching under the station table to grab your paper bag with your lunch.

Then you headed straight for Thomas's room. You opened the door and closed it behind you locking it.

You see Thomas sitting on the bed, struggling to bring his cigarette to his lips.

You walk over and place your bag on the bed before snatching it out of Thomas's hands and taking a hit of it yourself. You breathe in the cig and pace the floor several times before blowing it out.

“ What, what happened,” Thomas asked

“ Two men in the kitchen, they didn’t belong. I know that for a fact; one blocked my view as they fixed your plate, and I swear, I fuckin swear I saw him put something in it,” you said, looking at him before taking another long drag and putting the cig back in his hands.

You begin to pace again, not feeling yourself calm down despite taking a couple of drags of the cig; you still don’t know why people smoke them things.

“ And,” Thomas began as he pressed his lips to the cig before taking a long drag and breathing it out, “ Where is the food now.”

“ I threw it out, of course; I’m not gonna get blamed for making a hit on Thomas Shelby,” you said, throwing your hands up as you looked at him with your head cocked to the side, confusion written all over your face.

Thomas took another long drag before saying, “ Welp, problem solved.”

“ H-how can you be so cool about this? They tried to kill you.”

“ Darlin, I’m in here cause someone tried to kill me, it's not the first, and it's not the last time,” he said before taking one last drag and putting the cig out.

He looked at you momentarily before tilting his head and pointing toward the brown bag at the edge of his bed.

“ Oh, since we can’t trust the food, I’ve brought you my lunch, which we know is not poisoned. And before you decline, you going to be needing your strength. I’m assuming that you will be cutting your time here short.” You said as you took the food out of the bag and walked over to the stove in the room.

“It's soup, so I must heat it; while it's heating, I’ll pack a goody bag of bandages and cleaning wipe, some morphine too; when do you think you’ll be out of here.” You asked as you filled the pot with the soup before placing it on the burner and turning it on.

“ I’ll be out by tonight.”

Your head snapped over to look at him

“ What,” he asked

“It's just too far too soon for a man with injuries like yours to be traveling

on foot, are you going far”

“ Far enough”

“ I’ll help you to where ever you are going,” you said, walking back over to his bed.

“ And why should I trust you.”

“ Well, let’s see, I just saved your life, and like you said, Mr.Shebly, I know who you are and what you do. And I’ve decided that I’d rather have you as a friend than an enemy,” You said before walking over to the door, unlocking it, stepping out, shutting it behind you, and locking it again.

You then heading off to collect supplies.

By the time you got back, the soup was ready, and you poured it back into the bowl and brought it over to Thomas, who tried to sit up but was too weak and fell back into the bed. You quicken your pace to him and set the bowl on the table before helping him sit up.

“ Slow down; you mustn’t tear your stitches,” You told him, placing pillows behind his back and helping him sit up.

He reaches for the soup but winches again in pain, he tries again, but you slap his hand.

“ Let me, “ you said as you picked up the bowl from the table

“ No, I can feed myself. “

“ Obviously not, now open wide,” you say as you dip the spoon in the bowl and hold it to his lips.

He just looks at you with a straight face; you drop the spoon back into the bowl.

“ I’m sorry,” you say with a light laugh, “ but please, you need to eat” You bring the spoon out of the bowl again before placing it into his mouth.

You stay silent as he eats, repeating your actions over and over again. Bringing the spoon down to the bowl and scooping up some soup before bringing it to his lip. You do this while looking up, down, at the soup, and then at him, all while his eyes stay on you.

Soon you are on your last spoonful of soup, and you accidentally cause some soup to run down his lip as you had pulled it out too soon. You immediately grab a napkin bringing it up to his chin.

“ Sorry, I-“ he cuts you off, grabbing your writs, stopping it mid-air, looking you right in your eyes.

“ I’ve got it,” he said as he grabbed the napkin from your hands before wiping his chin, then licked his lips.

Your eyes trail down his face onto his body, slowly as you study every part of him, taking your time before returning to his face. And still, his eyes are on you, lookin' at you as you look at him.

“ Do you want to fuck” he asked

You panicked

“What? No, I was just c-checking on your body like, umm, you cut and bruises to make sure everything looked good,” you said while standing up, taking the bowl with you, and placing it back in your brown sack.

“ Well…. Um, you leave tonight. I will be back to help you get dressed after my shift. We can go; I, uh, have other patients to check on, so I’ll be back then, and I’ll keep the door locked, ok.” You say, keeping your eyes on the ground as you collect your things and made haste towards the door. You quickly open the door shutting it and locking it before leaning against it.

This is Thomas Shelby, a cold-hearted killer, you tried to convince yourself. But man is that man easy on the eyes. You blow out a puff of air before placing your things back under the table at the nurse's station and walking off to check on your other patients.

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You finished your work quickly and got off earlier than anticipated; it was around 10 when you headed towards Thomas Way.

You unlocked his room and entered; you didn’t bother turning on some light; the moon provided enough light, and you were trying not to draw attention to yourselves.

You slowly walked over to him; he was sleeping on his back; you got up close to him before whispering.

“ Thomas…… Thomas wakes up” You reached down towards him to shake him a bit “ Thom-“

He reached up and grabbed your wrist, but unlike last time, it wasn’t gentle. You struggled to free your hand from his grip as you pulled back while he looked at you, confused.

“ Thomas, it's me, please” You let a cry slip as you tried to get him to understand. It was clear that Thomas wasn’t all the way there.

“ Thomas,” you said a bit louder, causing him to let go of your wrist.

He shook his head and looked down before looking back up at you and your wrist, which you now cradled in your other hand

“ I-Im so-“ You cut him off before he finished

“It's fine, come on, sit up,” you said as you grabbed his shoulder, guiding him the way you wanted him to sit.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed before you walked towards the back room to gather his clothes and walked back.

You placed his top on the bed before getting on your knees to put his socks and pants on. This time you heard no complaint from him as you helped him. After you put on his socks, you scrunched up his pants legs before putting them around his ankles.

You then pulled them up to his thighs as far as they would go before clearing your throat. He then stood up, and you stood up with him slowly pulling the pants up as you went. He almost fell when he stood tall, catching himself before he did so using your shoulder to balance himself.

You pulled the pants to his waist, tugging a bit before zipping them up and buttoning them. You keep your head down, even though you want to look up; you feel his eyes on you, looking down at you. His whole body towering over you. It was equally as inviting as it was intimidating.

He moved his hand slowly down your arm

to your wrist. He took it into his hands and brushed over it softly.

“ I’m sorry.”

His words made you look up at him

“It’s fine.”

He drops your wrist, and you reach down and pick up his shirt, bunching it up in your hands as you stand on your tippy toes to place it over his head.

He bent down to help you carefully slip his arm into his shirt before pulling it down and tucking it into his pants. You then click his suspender into place before slipping them over his shoulder.

After you get back on your knees, place his shoes on his feet and tie them. When you finished, you helped him put his coat on. You grab the rest of the things you packed for him and place them in a bag before tucking them in his coat.Lastly, you grab his hat, place it on his head, pulling it down to cover his face more.

“ Ok, so we’ll stop at the nurse station so I can grab my thing, then we’ll head towards the back of the hospital to leave; that way, no one will see you,” You say as you start walking towards the door.

You walk out the door and towards the station, grabbing your coat, placing it on, then your purse, before walking to the backend of the hospital.

You grab Thomas's hand, pulling him closer as you begin to approach the final long stretch of hallway.

“ I have to keep you close so people will assume we’re together.” You say

“ Why,” he asks

“ Cause …….. “ you trail off, “this part of the hospital is where people bring others to have…… a good time. That’s why it's the perfect place to leave. There’s no security and no one’s concerned with who comes and goes.”

“ Ah, so you do what to fuck”

You immediately stop in track and face him,

“I do not Im trying to “ You stop mid-sentence when you see a slight smile on his face. He’s joking, trying to ease the heavy tension between you two.

You grab his hand again, pulling him along the rest of the way, ignoring the people in your peripheral who are getting to know each other. You finally get to the door pushing it open and are greeted with a rush of cold air.

You and Thomas step out of the hospital into the south parking lot, which is entirely empty. You look at Thomas, waiting for him to lead the way; he wraps his arm around you, placing some of his weight on you as he starts walking.

“ Is it far where we’re going?” you ask, looking up at your breath dancing in the air.

“ No, not far, 30 minutes at most”

Besides the occasional whine from Thomas, the rest of your walk is quiet. As you near your destination, or you assumed cause, Thomas asks you, “ You live near here or far? If so, I’ll have one of my men walk you home.”

“ Oh, now I have peaky protection; this friendship is starting off better than I thought. But yeah, I live close no need for a chaperone, though. I’ve lived in Birmingham all my life. I know how to take care of myself.”

And that’s the end of that conversation; soon, you approach some gates to a well-known boatyard.

“ We’ve arrived,” you asked

“ We have; I can make it from here,” he says, and you let him go

“ Very well, Thomas, till next time, bye.”

He nods his head towards you and says your name before walking away. Your heart skips a beat never having heard him say your name till now, and you never told him. You can only assume that he read your name tag at some point. You flash him a smile before walking home.

Since you got home late that night, you didn’t have to sneak in to avoid your landlord. You were a couple of weeks behind on rent, the hospital didn’t pay well, and these apartments were a bit out of your reach, but they were the only ones that were halfway decent and not rat infested.

The next couple of days, you continued to work double shifts so you could make enough money from rent. Every day, people asked you if you were ok, you had been forgetting to complete things and messing small tasks up.

This was unlike you, but every time you let yourself think, your mind would drift off to Thomas. You kept rethinking every moment you were together, replaying every moment like it was a scene from a movie.

Eventually, you were told to take the rest of the day off; people assumed you were too tired to concrete, seeing that you had worked doubles for the last three days. You didn’t protest because you had to admit you were pretty tired.

When you arrived home, you wished you had fought the people at the hospital a little more.

As soon as you walked into your building, you ran into your landlord, who was collecting his mail from his box.

“ Sir, good afternoon. I don’t have your money now, but soon, I will have it in full soon, and I shall give it to you no later than next week.”

His body wasn’t facing you, and he didn’t answer you, so you reached out and touched his shoulder.

“ Sir ?”

“ Huh, oh, it's you; I hope you weren’t talking to me; I don’t mean to be rude. My ears haven’t been working the best of late.”

He was talking, but you weren’t really paying attention; he had some nasty fresh bruises on his face, cuts above his eyes, swollen eyes, and a busted leaking lip that he kept bringing a towel up to dab.

“ Sir, what happened? And I said I will have my rent to you by next week.”

“ Oh no, I’m fine, just some bumps and bruises, and no need to have the rent to me; from now on, you live here for free,” he said and started to walk off.

“ But sir, wait, I don’t understand why,” you asked, yelling after him

“ What was it that them peaky boys had said” Your eyes immediately widened; you had caused this. “Oh yeah, the rent for the girl is free, or the house burns down.”

You were about to apologize, but he had already returned to his apartment. You stood there for a good minute before heading upstairs and fixing some tea and food.

You sat down and ate your snack, staring at the wall as you sipped your tea. Then you laughed and kept laughing; your landlord was a horrible man who once tried to get you to offer sex as payment, and by getting, he locked you out of your apartment until you had his rent, you had only been a day late when he did it, and it took you a week to get his money. You had to sneak into your apartment through the window every night and leave out the same way every morning.

He got what was coming for him, with his crazy rent prices like we live in the city.

You smiled; this becoming friends thing with Thomas was already working for you. You had hoped that, that wasn’t the last time you saw Thomas.

And it wasn’t.

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The five of you stood at the side of the cliff, your hearts pounding with anticipation as Finn gripped the rope tightly in his hand, ready to swing across the gap. Finn prepared to make his leap, Jasper piped up, his voice filled with determination. "Wait, guys. Let me do it. I've got this."

There was a moment of stunned silence as his words sunk in. Clarke glanced at him, concern etched across her features. "Jasper, are you sure? It's a long way across." But Jasper was already stepping forward, a defiant gleam in his eyes. "Clarke. Trust me, I can do this."

The rest of you exchanged uncertain glances, but Finn nodded in agreement. "Let him try. We don't have much time."

With a collective cheer, you urged Jasper on as he gripped the rope and launched himself into the air. For a moment, he sailed across the gap with grace, his movements fluid and confident. As Jasper neared the other side, a spear soared through the air straight into his chest, sending him careening off course.

With a sickening thud, he collided with the rock behind him, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

"Jasper!" Clarke cried out in horror, rushing forward to help him. The rest of you watched in shock, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were not alone in these woods.

Finn took charge, his voice urgent as he scanned the surrounding area. "We need to move. Now. Whatever hit Jasper could still be out there."

You stood in stunned silence by yourself, gears turning in your head at the lack of choices you seemed to have in this moment. Clarkes voice waking you back up from your daze. You crouch down out of sight of whatever was out there.

The woods seemed darker and more foreboding now, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending shivers down your spine. You looked back at Jaspers figure once more pinned to the rock, catching sight of Monty out in the open.

"Well, this is just fantastic. I always wanted to be stuck in a survival situation with a bunch of amateurs." You whisper to yourself, scanning the woods around you before lunging towards Monty, dragging him by his ear back to the group.

"We are so screwed," Octavia insisted, her eyes darting from tree to tree as if searching for any sign of their missing friend.

Out of nowhere, Jasper's chilling scream pierced through the stillness of the forest, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your blood to run cold. Panic surged through you, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Clarke, Jasper. He's alive," you gasped out, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and dread.

But Clarke was already moving, her determination unwavering as she raced ahead, heedless of Finn's warning. "Clarke, wait. Wait! Wait," Finn called out desperately, but she didn't stop.

Monty's voice trembled with fear as he scanned the surrounding trees, removing himself from you side to stand at the cliffs edge once more. "No. Where is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide with horror.

"They took him," Clarke replied, her tone heavy with sorrow and rage. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, feeling paralyzed as you crouched in the depths of the forest, knowing that Jasper was now in the hands of whatever lurked in the woods.

---

The four of you sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the branches seemed to claw at your skin, leaving scratches in their wake. You reached out, grabbing Octavia's arm with clammy hands, pulling her along with you as you dodged and weaved through the obstacles in your path.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Monty and Clarke lagging behind, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, guys! We're almost there!" you shouted back, urging them to pick up the pace. The forest around you seemed to darken, the sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead seems to diminish with each passing step.

light struggled to penetrate the thick trees behind you, casting long shadows that stretch across the forest floor like fingers reaching out to pull you deeper into the gloom with every step you took towards the safety of the camp.

The distant flicker of the campfire beckoned through the thick brush, you could almost feel the warmth of the flames against your skin, driving you forward despite the burning ache in your legs. Each step was a struggle, your muscles screaming in protest from the relentless exertion of running from Mount Weather.

You pushed Octavia forward through the trees, finally reaching the group, you were met with a scene that sent a chill down your spine. Murphy and Wells were engaged in a vicious knife fight, their faces contorted with anger and desperation.

Clarke stepped in front of you, her voice sharp with urgency. "Wells! Let him go!" she yelled, pushing herself through the crowd to intervene.

“Alright enough you two!” Bellamy growled as he pushed Murphy away from Wells. Meeting Clarkes angry glare before Octavia caught his attention.

He moved with determined strides, parting the sea of bodies like a ship cutting through choppy waters., his expression darkening with concern and anger. "Octavia, are you all right?" he demanded, his piercing gaze locked onto you, unwavering and intense. "You let her get hurt out there? Where's the food you were so spent on getting?”

You bristled at his accusatory tone, your sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh, sorry, Bellamy, I was too busy dodging spears and saving Octavia to remember to pack you a picnic basket," you shot back, your frustration boiling over. "But you seem to have everything under control, as usual."

Bellamy's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening even further as he took a step closer to you. "Don't play games with me, y/n," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Finn stumbled forward, gasping for breath. "We... we didn't make it to Mount Weather," he managed to get out between labored breaths.

Clarke stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We were attacked," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group of delinquents. "They were waiting for us, lying in ambush."Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the woods beyond their camp. The group exchanged worried glances.

Clarke's gaze softened as she addressed her friends, her voice sincere. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong," she continued, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will," Finn admitted, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation.

Wells limped towards the group, grimacing in pain as his voice broke through the tension, his concern evident as he inquired about Jasper's whereabouts. "Where's the kid with the goggles?" he asked, his gaze darting around the group anxiously.

Clarke stepped forward, her expression grim as she delivered the devastating news. "Jasper was hit. They took him," she revealed anxiously. "Where is your wristband?" she demanded, turning her attention back to Wells, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Wells hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice heavy with regret. "Ask him," he replied, gesturing towards Murphy with a solemn expression.

Clarke's frustration was obvious as she processed the information. "How many?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she awaited Murphy's response.

Murphy's reply was chilling in its simplicity. "Twenty-four and counting," he admitted, his tone sinister as he confirmed the number.

Clarke's frustration boiled over, her words laced with anger. "You idiots," she spat, her voice filled with bitter disappointment. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here," she scolded, her words a reminder of the harsh reality they faced.

"Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good," Bellamy shouted, rallying the crowd with his impassioned words. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner," he declared, his tone defiant as he challenged Clarke's authority as he faced her.

"I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!" His words resonated with the crowd, drawing them back to his side as they echoed their agreement.

You shook your head in disappointment at the shortsightedness of it all, the frustration evident in your expression as you watched the crowd rally behind Bellamy's reckless rhetoric.

Monty pulled you and Clarke towards him, his faced scrunched in discomfort. "What do we do now?" he asked, his eyes darting between Clarke and Bellamy as he sought your guidance.

Clarke's response was firm and resolute, her gaze unwavering as she addressed him. "Now we go after Jasper," she declared.

---

You and Clarke worked quickly to patch up Wells, the urgency of the situation lending speed to your movements as you devised a plan to rescue Jasper. Clarke and Finn's heated exchange filled the air behind you, their voices clashing in disagreement.

Finn remained steadfast in his belief that venturing back into the woods would only lead to disaster. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet," he argued back.

Clarke's frustration bubbled to the surface as she refused to entertain the idea of leaving Jasper behind. "So what, we let Jasper die? That's not gonna happen, Spacewalker." she retorted, every word seasoned with accusation.

Finn stood his ground, his expression desperate as he countered Clarke's resolve. "It's not an adventure, Clarke, it's a suicide mission," he countered.

"Clarke, we could use Bellamy," you suggested, your voice tinged with reluctance. "He has a weapon. As annoying as he is, we need all the help we can get."

Walking over to Octavia, you handed her a bottle of water, offering her a small smile of reassurance before looking over her leg once more. Clarke approached Bellamy then, her voice commanding as she addressed him. "I hear you have a gun.” Bellamy reply came without hesitation, lifting his shirt slightly to reveal the weapon strapped to his waist.

As he did, you couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his abdomen, the muscles taut and well-defined. Caught momentarily in the act of admiring, you quickly averted your gaze, but not before Bellamy's eyes flicked up, catching you in the act.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed your fleeting glance. "Like what you see?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist a sarcastic retort. "Please, Bellamy, don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering if that thing is even loaded," you shot back, your tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Clarke nodded in agreement. “That’s good. Follow me," she instructed, her words leaving no room for argument.

You fell into step beside her, Bellamy shot you both a questioning look, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And why would I do that?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. The two you halting in your walking.

You couldn't resist the urge to challenge him back, his self-righteous attitude grating your nerves for the second time today, "Oh, I don't know, Bellamy. Maybe because you're not as brave as you like to pretend," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy's expression hardened, and he stepped closer to you, mirroring your stance, his gaze intense. For a moment, you almost step back at his closeness, but you refused to back down. "Careful, sweetheart. You don't want to find out just how wrong you are," he warned.

You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. "Try me," you mocked, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked away with Clarke, leaving Bellamy behind. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze boring into your back as you moved further away. A silent challenge lingering in the air.

---

Your focus, alongside Clarke's, remained on locating Jasper, the urgency tangible in every stride as the group trudged through the dense undergrowth. Bellamy's voice, sharp and cutting, sliced through the otherwise oppressive silence.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart." His words halted the group in their tracks, prompting a momentary pause in the relentless pursuit. Wells attempted to interject, his voice a soft plea for reason, "We have to find him, Bellamy,” but Murphy's abrupt intrusion blocked his path.

"We heard him scream when they moved him. We have to find him now." You voiced, restraining yourself from punching Bellamy in the face.

The exchange between you and Clarke, a tense back-and-forth of explanations and rebuttals, seemed destined to continue until Bellamy interrupted, his tone brusque and impatient. "As soon as you take those wristbands off, we can go."

“Over my dead body, Blake,” you huffed, finding his insistence infuriating. Bellamy was quick to put on a self-satisfied expression at your remark. Suddenly, Finn materialized out of the shadows, his unexpected presence bringing an abrupt halt to the argument.

"Clarke's right. We need to keep moving. We're not leaving anyone behind."

Clarke spared you one last glance, mouthing a simple ‘sorry’ before walking away with Finn taking the lead of the group. Once they dispersed, you found yourself beside Wells, Bellamy, and Murphy not far behind. Seeking solace in conversation, you struck up a dialogue with him, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy. Every step felt heavy, the worry for Jasper gnawing at your insides.

The sound of a low groan reverberated through the trees, causing both you and Clarke to snap into action. Without a second thought, you both bolted towards the source of the noise. pushing through tangled foliage and dodging gnarled roots. You finally stumbled upon Jasper, his figure slumped against a rock.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, “Jasper!” you screamed, looking over his battered and bloodied form. Jasper's wounds were covered, a makeshift bandage hastily applied by unknown hands. Jasper groaned aloud once more, relief flooded through you at the realization that he was alive.

Before you could reach him, the ground beneath your feet gave way, the earth crumbling beneath you in a sudden collapse. Clarke's scream pierced the air as she watched you disappear into the darkness below.

She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear, before collapsing to the ground herself. The rest of the group rushed to her side, their shouts of concern blending with the chaos of the moment.

In the midst of the commotion, Bellamy's strong grip closed around your arm, your heart leaped into your throat, you locked eyes with Bellamy just as you were about to plummet into the unknown depths below.

For a fleeting moment, there was something indecipherable in his expression, a hint of uncertainty perhaps, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Before you could dwell on it further, you realized his attention was drawn to the wristband on your arm, and Bellamy's gaze flickered down to it for just a moment. Anger flared within you at the implication, and you snapped, "Let go, Bellamy!"

He hesitated, his grip on your arm tightening as if contemplating his next move. Panic overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of the pit, "I know you want to let go, Bellamy. Just do it already!" you snapped.

Bellamy's expression remained inscrutable, his gaze flickering briefly to your wristband before meeting yours again. Then, as if coming to a decision, he released you, allowing you to slip further into the spiked pit below.

Just as you were about to plummet into the abyss, Murphy's strong hand closed around your arm. The rest of the group rushed to your aid, their shouts of concern mingling with the chaos of the moment as they worked together to pull you back to safety.

With a collective effort, they hoisted you up from the brink, your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed onto solid ground once more. Relief washed over you in a dizzying wave, but as you shot a glare at Bellamy, his gaze still lingering on you with an intensity you couldn't quite decipher.

---

Murphy and Finn rushed forward to help Jasper, you stayed back, still trying to steady your breathing after the near fall. The others scrambled to their feet, scanning the forest for any signs of danger. your eyes landed on Bellamy's gun lying on the ground nearby.

Before you could think twice, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. Your gaze shot back to the source of the sound just in time to see a sleek panther emerge from the brush, its predatory eyes fixed on Bellamy.

“Bellamy!” Clarke shouted. “Get the gun now!”

Bellamy reached in his waistband, feeling around for his gun coming up short. A look of confusion passed over his face as the panther crept closer to him. For a split second, you hesitated, your anger and resentment towards Bellamy flashing through your mind. ‘he doesn’t deserve to live.’ You thought. But against your better judgment, you lunged forward, grabbing the gun and aiming at the panther.

You fired off a shot, the sound echoing through the forest as the bullet found its mark. The panther let out a fierce roar before getting ready to strike again. You straightened your aim, stepping closer before firing another round. The panther collapsing to the ground with a loud, its threat neutralized.

Breathless and shaken, Bellamy turned to face you with an eyebrow raised. "Guess I owe you one," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.

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“They're back!”

The gates of the camp swung open, allowing everyone to stream back through the camp, you found yourself lingering behind, lost in the tumult of your own thoughts. Memories of your mother, her accusing words, and the weight of her disappointment flooded your mind.

You recalled the countless times she had blamed you for her circumstances, her voice echoing in your head like a haunting refrain. The sharp sting of her words, the relentless yelling, and the coldness in her eyes all played vividly in your memory.

"You coming?" Bellamy's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to the present.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away. "Yeah, I'll catch up," you replied tersely, your tone betraying the turmoil within. Your legs guided you without a second though, taking your place on a log settled by the fire, surrounded by the other delinquents. You let the warmth of the flames ease the tension in your shoulders.

Harper and Miller's banter provided a welcome distraction, their jokes and laughter cutting through the heavy atmosphere that hung over the camp. You found yourself drawn into their playful exchange, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you listened to their witty repartee.

"So, did you hear about the guy who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!" Harper said, laughing to herself while Miller poked the fire next to you.

"Oh man, that's almost as bad as your last joke!" Miller responded, shaking his head at her bad attempts at jokes.

You chuckled along with them, appreciating the light-hearted moment amidst the chaos of your situation. You caught yourself watching Bellamy, your eyes hazily looking over at the line forming in front of him.

"Next!" Bellamy shouted, while Murphy continued to break off the wristbands of each delinquent in line. You watched as he worked efficiently, his movements brisk and purposeful as he conducted his trade.

"Food for wristbands. One at a time, let's keep it moving."

Despite your lingering resentment towards him, you couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness and determination to provide for the group.

But when Bellamy's gaze briefly met yours, you couldn't bring yourself to accept his offer of food, instead choosing to remain seated by the fire, surrounded by the company of your fellow delinquents.

Every now and then, a knowing glint danced in your eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the secret you held close. While Bellamy spoke with confidence, there was a hint of unease in his demeanor, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed his facade of bravado.

It was clear to you that he didn't realize you were privy to his secret, the truth behind his presence on the dropship, the lengths he went to in order to secure his spot among the delinquents.

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moonylantsovs · 2 months

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RULES | 2.03: REPERCUSSIONS

summary: gabriella kane and what is left of the hundred get separated from the dropship camp after the battle with the grounders. people who gabriella buried and mourned join them on earth. when she finds out most of her people are missing, she is ready to go through whatever she has to in order to get them back - even if that means making a truce with the grounders

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc (slowburn)

warnings: best friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to allies to lovers, swearing, daddy issues, blood and gore, minor character death, finn going insane

taglist: @lotr-got

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Walking through the forest for hours with only Murphy, Wells, Bellamy, Finn, Sterling and Monroe for the last few hours has been nothing but hell for Gabriella. She was forced to listen to Murphy trying to get her to talk to him while also listening to Finn slowly going out of his mind because he gets separation anxiety when he is away from Clarke for too long which was pretty sickening. It made no sense to her due to the fact that Wells' feeling were much stronger and lasted longer, and Finn and her were not even dating like Clarke and Wells were.

Hold on... were they even dating? Gabriella was not even sure about that entire love square which she tried to keep herself out of. When she thought about it, staying out of it should not involve her sleeping with Raven...but they had more important things to worry about.

"Alright, Murphy. Where to now?" Bellamy asked, slowing his pace at the front slightly, allowing Finn to take the lead once again.

Murphy sighed, stopped and lifted his tied wrists in front of him, making Wells practically slam into his back. Gabriella rolled her eyes when Murphy just ignored Wells' glare and grinned sarcastically at Bellamy. "What do you say we lose these first, huh?"

"No." Bellamy deadpanned. "Again."

"If we get attacked out here, I have nothing to defend myself with." Murphy said, looking at Gabriella pleadingly.

"Pity." The blonde drawled with a bored look on her face. "Guess we'll have to leave you behind and make the grounders take you first to buy us more time to run away."

None of them noticed Finn's walking come to a stop, until he turned around and untied Murphy's hands. Gabriella, Bellamy and Wells all gaped at Finn's retreating figure in surprise and shock. Out of all people, none of them expected for Finn to be the one to go easy on Murphy, especially after what he did to Raven.

"Thank you." Murphy called after him, having the exact opposite thoughts.

Gabriella pursed her lips and flashed Wells a small grin that did not quite reach her eyes but apparently did the trick because Wells knew just what she wanted him to do. So he sighed, adjusted the rifle on his shoulder and jogged up to catch up with Finn.

The Kane kept walking beside Bellamy while Murphy walked behind them.

"You think this is a good idea?" Bellamy finally asked, obviously referring to his choice of bringing Murphy along.

"It was your idea to bring him." Gabriella deadpanned and watched as Finn brushed past Wells and further away out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, only to make him take us to the grounder camp." Bellamy said, running his hand over his face. "But I'm worried now that Finn decided to let him go."

"Spacewalker will do anything to protect someone he loves and the girl of the month is Clarke." Gabriella said, trying to keep her nerves away by shrugging the conversation off. "If he thinks letting Murphy loose will do the trick then so be it. As long as somebody keeps a gun away from him at all times. We can handle Murphy."

"Can we?" Bellamy retorted, arching an eyebrow at his co-leader, who let out a slightly frustrated sigh.

They were not quiet for more than a second, before Murphy strolled over and in between them with a fake excited grin on his face "So, do I get a gun now?"

The only response he got was Bellamy pushing his shoulder roughly, making him quicken his pace.

The group was silent for a while when Murphy grabbed ahold of Gabriella's shoulders and tackled her to the ground while whispering in alarm. "Everybody down. Down."

Gabriella was quick to brush Murphy's hands off of her, pushing him back and making him fall on his back with a silent groan. She rolled her eyes at his actions and all of them moved so they could look at the camp properly.

"This is it. Told you I'd find it." Murphy said, and Gabriella swore she saw a flash of hesitance flash through his eyes but it was gone as soon as she saw it. She doubted he wanted to go back there.

Bellamy lifted his rifle to look through it and Gabriella tapped her fingers against her thighs in anticipation, suddenly wishing she snatched a rifle instead of a gun so she could see what was going on.

"I see nothing but grounders." Bellamy announced and looked taken aback when Finn growled in frustration next to him, he too seeing nothing. "Our people aren't here." He added but Finn only ignored him and kept staring at the camp through the rifle.

"Wait a minute." Finn spoke up after a moment of staring at the same spot. "They've got stuff from our dropship."

"Maybe they know where our people are, then." Wells said, trying to be optimistic as always.

"Or maybe they killed them already." Murphy spoke up bitterly, receiving a kick in the shin from Gabriella and a shove on his shoulder from Wells.

"Son of a bitch." Finn suddenly hissed, making all attention shift to him.

"What?" Gabriella asked with wide eyes. "What is it?"

"The guy with the one eye." Finn said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but to Gabriella, it was not.

"Spacewalker, I can't see shit..." Gabriella hissed, only for Bellamy to cut off her words by showing his rifle in her hands so she would be able to see what they did.

Gabriella blinked in surprise but muttered a quiet "thank you" before she lifted the rifle to find the guy that Finn was talking about. She knew who it was as soon as she saw a grounder with a huge scar on his right eye.

"Around his neck."

When Gabriella focused better on the grounder's neck, her eyes widened at the sight of the familiar golden watch hanging there.

"What is it?" Wells asked, getting inpatient when he wasn't seeing anything either.

"He has Clarke's watch. The one that belonged to her dad." Gabriella told them, trying to keep her voice firm when in reality, she was freaking out.

"She wouldn't give that up without a fight." Wells said, stating the obvious.

"Neither will we." Finn all but growled, making Gabriella share worried looks with Bellamy and Wells.

Finn Collins was slowly losing his mind and there was no one that could keep him on the right road besides the one person they were all looking for.

After a few minutes of the group silently debating what their plan was gonna be, Bellamy let out a sigh. "Okay. Finn, Wells and Gabi are with me. Sterling, Monroe, stay here, out of sight. If this thing goes south, take out the other grounders, but don't shoot the grounder with the watch. Copy?"

"Copy."

"What about Murphy?" Monroe asked and the corner of Bellamy's twisted into a coy smirk, which Gabriella mirrored almost instantly when she put the pieces of his plan together.

"Yeah, do I get a gun now?" Murphy asked nonchalantly, not sensing the shift in the mood.

"Something like that."

To Gabriella's amusement, Bellamy's plan was to use Murphy as bait to lure the grounder out just in time for them to ambush him and drag him somewhere so they could get him to tell them where their people were.

Murphy ended up having to hit two rocks together, which only added to Gabriella's amusement. He looked so stupid she had to fight the urge to laugh as she watched him run away from his spot on a rock when the grounder got closer.

Gabriella straightened her posture and tightened her grip on Bellamy's rifle which she was still holding when the grounder passed in front of them, not seeing her, Bellamy and Murphy hiding behind a three. His obliviousness gave Gabriella enough time to lift the rifle in her hand and kick the back of his head which resulted in him falling down unconscious.

The blonde used the heel of her worn out boots to push the grounder's head, making sure he was actually unconscious. When he did not move, the rest of them made their way outside of their hiding spots.

Finn did not waste any time and got on his knees in front of the unconscious grounder to take Clarke's watch off his body, putting it into the pocket of his jacket afterwards.

"We have to take him somewhere quiet. We can't do this out in the open with fifteen other grounders around." Wells said, looking around like he was just waiting for another grounder to jump out.

"I know just the place.”

Finn brought them to the bunker he found for Clarke which was not that big of a surprise for Gabriella. No one but she and Finn went to the bunker and the mere sight of it only brought back the memories of Murphy's banishment and Charlotte's suicide.

Yeah, she hated the kid but it was not nonchalant about seeing a twelve year old kill herself by jumping off a cliff because of the burden of a terrible mistake she made.

"We're gonna do this again, and this time you're gonna stop screwing with us. Where did you find this?" The sound of Bellamy's voice brought Gabriella out of her thoughts and back to the situation in hand.

"I told you. I found it outside your camp." The beaten up grounder responded, his words followed by a grunt of pain.

"He's lying." Finn sneered, his patience running thin. "She would never take it off voluntarily."

"I know." Wells told him quickly, still trying to be the voice of reason. "But maybe it fell off."

Finn ignored him, tightened his grip on the watch and shoved it in front of the grounder's face, yelling, "Where is the girl who was wearing this watch?"

"I never saw a girl."

"Another lie." Murphy drawled out, from his corner of the bunker. "I mean, maybe you should stop asking him so nicely."

"Shut up, Murphy." Bellamy did not hesitate to snap back but his attention turned towards his co-leader when she raised a hand.

"I mean he has a point." She admitted.

Wells rolled his eyes. "We're not torturing him.”

"Yeah, I mean, weren't you pretty much against it when you found out I tortured a grounder when you got poisoned?" Bellamy retorted, leveling Gabriella with a challenging look.

His words made Murphy's head snap up and he looked between Gabriella and Bellamy with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "Hold on, you were poisoned?"

"Yeah, because you were getting your hands dirty just to save only Wells' life." Gabriella explained, completely ignoring Murphy's question and keeping her eyes locked with Bellamy's. "I'm fine with torturing this guy if it means we're gonna find all of our people. I can live with that."

"Torturing isn't a way to motivate him." Wells exclaimed, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face. "It will only make things worse."

"Well, sorry I didn't bring dog food with me, Charming." Gabriella snapped, turning around to give Wells an annoyed glare, frustrated that he did not seem to care about finding their people as much as she did.

"Where are our friends? You took them. We know you did. Just tell us where." Bellamy asked, looking down at the grounder and ignoring the silent argument going on behind his back.

Gabriella watched the grounder close his eyes, not saying anything else but that did not surprise her, judging by the fact that he has not said anything useful in the past hour they ha e been down here.

What she did not expect was for Finn to lift his gun a big and say, "Murphy is right. We're wasting time." Before either of them had a chance to process what was happening, Finn used the gun in his hand to punch the grounder across the face while yelling, "Answer the question! Hey! Where is the girl who was wearing this watch?"

Bellamy and Wells did not waste any time and they pulled Finn away from the grounder and as far away from him as they could.

"You don't want to do this. Trust me." Bellamy said, squeezing Finn's shoulder. "There are some lines you can't uncross."

His words made Finn snap back into reality for just a second, but as soon as Bellamy and Wells let him go, he did not hesitate to go back to punching the grounder. "Where's Clarke? Where is she?!" Wells got to Finn the fastest, but as soon as he tried to pull him off the grounder, Finn flinched away from his grasp and raised his gun at Wells' forehead. "Back off!"

"Finn, put the gun down." Gabriella told him calmly, suddenly feeling her blood run cold at the crazy look swimming in Finn's eyes.

The Collins boy did not even blink when he shifted his gun away from his friend and aimed it in the middle of the grounder's forehead.

"Three seconds." Finn yelled, after a beat, "Two!" and another, "One!"

Apparently threatening his life was enough to get the grounder to fess up. He let out a mix between a sigh and groan and spilled everything, "Okay! I'll tell you. Your friends are east of here. The village where we take our prisoners of war."

"East? Where? How do we get to them?" Finn asked, not moving his gun away from the grounder and keeping his fingers solemnly on the trigger.

"I can draw you a map." The grounder told him. "But you should hurry. Soon they'll outlive their usefulness."

With those words, Finn put the gun down, and did not break eye contact with the grounder as he ordered, "Get him something to draw a map."

Gabriella watched Monroe get them a couple pieces of paper while Sterling passed them an old pen, before she turned away from the scene, her hand slightly shaking.

Her gaze connected with Bellamy's worried one and she knew he was thinking the same thing. Finn was slowly losing it.

"And you thought I was the crazy one, huh?" Murphy spoke with an amused chuckle, walking up to stand between the leaders, clearly not noticing the tension in the air.

"Okay, what exactly is your point now?" Gabriella could not help but ask while glaring at Murphy. "We found the camp, which means we don't need him anymore."

"Please don't start." Wells pleaded from across the bunker, his face in the palms of his hands.

Gabriella knew she was not making the situation better but she also had to get the frustration out of her somehow, and snapping at Murphy was the best option. "I'm just saying: Finn is the tracker, Wells is the moral compass that prevents us from murdering more people, Bellamy and I are the leaders and the best gunners we have, Sterling and Monroe are the backup and John has no point anymore. He just talks a lot.”

"Yeah, well we aren't just gonna leave him to the grounders . . . "

Murphy seemed satisfied enough with that answer and strolled away from the two and toward some boxes across the bunker.

When he was out of earshot, Bellamy leaned down next to Gabriella, his breath fanning across her ear and his teasing words making a faint smile appear on her face.

" . . . yet."

"Gather up your gear and whatever stuff you found. We're leaving." Gabriella instructed, running a hand through her hair and watching Wells tuck the map the grounder drew for them in the pocket of his jacket.

"And what do we do with him?" Wells asked the blonde.

She looked back at the now gagged and tied grounder, grimacing at the blood sprawled across his face.

"For now, we leave him." Bellamy answered for her. "We'll deal with him when we're done."

"What if he escapes?" Murphy asked. "He knows exactly where we're going."

"We aren't killing him. We all have enough blood on our hands already, we don't need more." Gabriella exclaimed, quieting everyone except Murphy who was either looking for more ways to stay on her bad side or leaving a grounder alive was really bothering him that much.

"I'm not really seeing another option here. If we don't take care of this now, this is gonna blow back on us and you know that." Murphy argued and Bellamy was quick to shoot back.

"He's unarmed, Murphy."

"He's a grounder." Murphy all but growled, the reason for his dislike for grounders plainly obvious. When everyone stared at him with blank expressions on their faces he threw his arms up in the air. "Really? Come on. Tell them.”

"I don't know." Monroe shook her head uncomfortably.

"You don't know what? He's gonna tell his people everything. We're as good as dead. Our friends, too."

Gabriella's glare directed toward Murphy became more intense as she repeated, "We're not killing him. And, need I remind you, they're our friends. Especially after you locked Jasper up and threatened to kill him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

She knew it was a low blow to mention Jasper, who Murphy grew quite close to on The Ark but they were not on The Ark anymore and he made that very clear.

"Exactly." Bellamy agreed, "End of discussion. You want him, you gotta go through me."

"And what exactly happened to you, huh?" Murphy taunted him, "You're talking like you've never killed a grounder before."

"That was in battle." He defended himself, "This would be an execution--"

The argument was cut short when a loud shoot rang through the bunker and they all jumped in surprise, turning around to see the grounder on the floor with a bullet hole in the side of his head, Finn standing above him with his gun raised in front of him.

"Let's get moving." Was all Finn said, before brushing past the stunned delinquents and exiting the bunker, leaving behind the only piece of sanity he had left.

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strayrockette · 2 years

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Squeak Squeak Shelby fam x reader

Summary: reader loses her pet and receives comfort through the Shelby's.

Trigger warning: none

Requested: Yes by @mysticalpandora

A/N: I am alive. Took me a while to complete this one. I seem to be getting stuck one fic at a time he..he....😕

She wandered the halls of her home, peering around corners with groggy eyes and restless bones. Irritably calling his name into the shadows to warm her bed on this cold night. It wasn’t until her eyes landed on his collar sitting on the kitchen table, did she realize just how empty and quiet her home felt.

Her ears twitched, listening for the pit-pat of his paws’ prancing against the wood and his awful imitation of a meow. Her heart sank deep into her stomach, for the umpteenth time she only had the sounds of shadows echoing back at her. Mirroring her disappointment. Y/N snatched his collar from the table and trudged back to bed, passing the washroom, door ajar, and a small bucket fit for a cat lay recklessly. Y/n eyes avoided the open bathroom, grief creeping in as a memory pulled through.

Her fingers dipped into the warm water, sinking the rag in once and then pulling it out to squeeze out the remaining water, “You’re not very good at meowing, are you?”

His orange fur glistened with soap and water, the tiny kitten lay on its side, peacefully basking in the care she provided. Most kittens refused to remain still for a cleaning, but this one rather liked it. He squeaked as she gently rubbed the rag over his paws, the built-up dirt slowly washing away.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh before she squeaked back. The next few days followed the same, he would squeak and she’d respond in kind. Until one day his name became the very thing, she teased him for.

The memory pained Y/n, she swallowed it down and crawled into bed. Her eyes felt heavy and all she wanted was to sleep peacefully.

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Sleep never came and Y/n had convinced herself that maybe it wasn’t a bad thing. At least being awake she could try and control the memories that floated around. That wouldn’t be easy if she had been sleeping. The only positive thing about the restless nights she’s had for the past week.

Her mornings were just as restless and aimless. Most were spent curled on the couch and staring blankly at the fireplace. But today was different.

Y/n sat across Polly and Ada, both busying themselves in her kitchen. Y/n wrapped a thin blanket around her shoulders and cleared her throat, “Why exactly are you guys in my kitchen?”

Ada was the one to answer, “It’s your turn.”

Y/n mind blanked, her turn for what?

Polly turned, knife in hand-waving it in the air around them, “Dinner night, love. It's your turn to host.”

Ada brushed her hair behind her ears, “The boys are out searching for the best steak money can buy, Polly’s goin’ handle the drinks for most of the day, and we’re-she waved between her and Polly-are goin’ to make a feast.”

Y/n raised a brow, “And what about me?”

Ada shrugged her shoulders, “All you have to do, is enjoy our company and drink.”

Dinner nights were important for the Shelby’s. Despite the rocky relationships and less than honorable work they did, dinner nights were the only nights they set aside everything and tried to be a functional family. It only occurred every few weeks and was hosted by each Shelby. In this case, it was y/n’s turn. Y/n had known the Shelby’s since childhood. She’d been there for them through thick and thin and as such, was considered family by choice.

She distinctly remembered John telling her to be ready to hide Squeak from Arthur when her turn to host came ‘round. That was the beginning of last week. She parted her mouth, ready to ask them to leave, to post pone dinner night, to leave her to her silence. But Polly’s laughter reverberated through the home. Filling it with warmth and loudness she had missed.

Perhaps hosting tonight's dinner wouldn’t be too bad. Y/n watched as Ada squealed, batting Polly’s greasy fingers away from her. Amazed by how childish and silly they turned when they weren’t thinking about what big bad event would follow them next. Y/n fingers gripped the thin sheet around her shoulders, taking a step back she tilted her head towards her bedroom and told them she’d be back after a quick wash and a change of clothes.

The rest of the morning and early evening passed with light conversations and teasing. Polly had given her a few too many drinks but y/n felt great. John and Arthur came after the 5th drink was passed around. The best steak in their possession and excited grins on their faces.

“Already startin’ without us, eh?” Arthur jabbed at John’s shoulder, “I told you; they never wait for us to start the fun.”

John chuckled lightly, “What did you expect, Polly brought the whole damn bar wit’ her, she’s worse than us.”

Polly scoffed, “I’ve been ‘round lot longer than you twats, of course I’m worse than you.”

Polly took charge of the kitchen, ordering the boys to leave her alone and for Ada to pick up the slack. Y/n was promptly ordered to have a drink and to sit at the table.

Arthur’s voice rang loudly piercing through her thoughts, “I miss that bugger, even if he hated me.”

Somehow the topic of conversation moved towards the absence of Squeak. John belted a laugh, “What’d you do to the lil guy?”

Y/n turned in her seat and tilted her head to look into the living room, “He did NOT hate you”

Arthur’s following look of disbelief led her to continue, “he just.... wasn’t very fond of you”

Her lips quirked teasingly. She thought affectionately of Squeak’s mischievous behavior where Arthur was concerned. He’d hide patiently in the shadows to attack Arthur's ankles as he passed by. Based on the scars on his ankles, Arthur had a different way of viewing his encounters with Squeak.

“You can laugh all you want, but that bastard hated me guts,” Arthur exclaimed, he pushed his hair back and leaned into the well-worn couch. He stretched his legs and tugged his trousers up, displaying the tiny claw marks left behind by Squeak, “I remember how I got each one, worst war I ever fought in, eh.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed. She remembered each one as well as he did. She’d watch Squeak saunter away with his head held high and tail swinging, followed by a hopping Arthur with a pained expression so often, it was almost expected when he came to visit. It wasn’t supposed to be funny, but the things Arthur would say after the forementioned attack always made her laugh.

“I APOLOGIZED YOU SNOOTY BASTARD! LEAVE ME ANKLES ALONE.” Arthur hopped on one leg, one hand rubbing his ankle and the other pointing erratically at his attacker who sauntered away, tail wagging in the air teasingly.

She laughed aloud at the memory before addressing Artur once more, “You stepped on him and didn’t apologize right away. I say, he has a right to enact revenge.”

Ada set plates onto the table, nodding in agreement, “It’s true, I stepped on him once and apologized, he never attacked me.”

“I think there’s a consensus that you’re the true bastard here,” Tommy stepped through her living room door, a sealed box in his arm.

John took the box from him and turned to set it on an empty side table. Y/n eyed the sealed box with curiosity, “What’s that for?”

Since entering her home, they had made sure to be as loud as possible yet fell silent at her question. Tommy’s eyes slowly analyzed y/n, “A gift.”

“For me?” she was standing now walking towards the box, her shoulders brushing against Tommy’s as she passed. Her fingers ran over the top of the box, its surface smooth and cool.

“It’s from all of us.” Polly spoke, “Was a riot to get the details right.”

Polly’s statement piqued her interest. With swift hands she opened the box and peered inside. Her heart swelled as she stared at a sculpture of her pet. It was strange to see him immortalized in this way. Whoever put this together tried their best to get the details right. From the cocky tilt of his head to the teasing sway of his tail, it was perfect. He wasn’t real and therefore wouldn’t do any of the things she wanted but nonetheless she loved him. Because now she had something to refer to when she missed him.

She laughed, tears slipping from her eyes, “thank you, I love it.”

She wanted to grab it, pull it from its box and hold it everywhere she went but she was afraid she’d break it with her shaky hands. At her admission a wave of relief washed over the room, “how about some dinner? I’m sure we’re all starved,” Tommy uttered after a moment.

Y/n was all too happy for the distraction and extra company. Maybe isolating herself wasn’t the best idea, but she was glad she had people like the Shelby’s backing her up for something as mundane as losing a pet in all the chaos they experience daily.

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inmyownlaine · 2 years

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Murphy’s Law: John Murphy x Female OC

Part: 3/?

Word Count: 1472

Warnings: None

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“It doesn't matter how you feel, life is just a Ferris wheel. It's always up and down.”

The minute Murphy set foot in the dropship Raven scurried away. She balled herself up in the corner, fending for whatever life she had left. It pained Marlow to see her so afraid. She wasn’t one to back down from anyone. However, she was left defenseless and on death’s door. There wasn’t much more she could do.

Raven’s eyes darted between Murphy and Marlow. For the first time in weeks, she managed to mutter out a feeble, “Why?”

Marlow expected Murphy to reply sarcastically. That’s why she remained on the offense, saying her peace before he could get the chance to. “He needed help.”

Raven just glared in response. She needed help, too. And Murphy was the reason. “I can’t keep doing this by myself. Please, understand. We need him.”

“Yeah, you need me,” Murphy added. Raven’s jaw clenched, a clear sign of annoyance and disappointment. Marlow put her head down, ashamed that she let Murphy get the better of her.

Embarrassment taking over, she made a quick decision. Anything to remove Murphy from this situation and leave her be. Even if it was briefly.

“If you’re going to stay with us, you have to work. Raven can’t do much, so I’ve been scavenging and defending.”

“I’ll defend,” he said without missing a beat.

“Not a chance,” Marlow told him. “I’m not leaving you with Raven. Alone.”

Murphy smirked. “What? You think I’m gonna do something to her?”

At a loss for words, Marlow’s shoulders slumped. “What do you want me to believe?”

Murphy gave her a hard look before sauntering to the ramp. But it was nothing compared to the fire that Raven was shooting in her direction. Marlow began to approach her, guilty for her choice. Knowing the gravity that weighed on this single action.

Raven scoffed in response. It caused Marlow to stop abruptly. They were at a standstill; no words, no noises, no nothing. Yet Raven’s eyes said everything.

“I’m sorry,” Marlow managed to get out. She couldn’t handle being hated. Whether it was by her best friend or her worst enemy, it was hurtful either way.

“Go away,” Raven said harshly. Marlow nodded curtly. Tears burned her bottom lids as she took a shaky breath. Now was not the time to make amends. If Raven would ever forgive her for this, it would have to be down the road. Maybe when they were settled. When they were safe.

“I love you, Raven Reyes. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.” With that, Marlow headed towards the forest. Murphy was already leagues away, kicking at the fallen leaves. He didn’t look particularly interested in getting food.

“Murphy,” Marlow called out.

He stopped kicking at the ground and directed his attention to her. His blue eyes shining against the contrast of his bloody face. Something Marlow had only noticed now. “Yeah?”

“Wait up.”

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With the dropship in eyesight, the two walked in endless circles. Keeping their chins down, searching for anything edible. They had taken survival courses while on the Ark. In fact, it was one of Marlow’s favorite subjects. She knew Murphy couldn’t say the same.

Their instructor, Pike, had taught them everything they could ever need to know. How to make medicine with herbs, what animals were poisonous, and what types of mushrooms they could consume. Marlow never thought, in a million years, that she would have to utilize this information.

In fact, she never planned on being detained. Too young to be floated, but not too young to be ripped from her family. Not too young to be a test subject. She didn’t have the capacity in her heart to hate anybody. But the council members were close.

It was Murphy’s yell that snapped her back to the present. He continued rambling profanities, sucking on his pointer finger. In a fit of rage, he kicked the small bush. Marlow couldn’t help but to chuckle at the useless action.

“You sure like to kick things.”

“It makes me feel better,” he snapped.

“Thorns?” she guessed.

“Only a million of them.”

Marlow studied the shrub closely. Though it didn’t require much examination. It was easy to see the prickly magenta fruit dangling between the leaves. Without much knowledge on the subject, one would probably stay away. This had to mean only one thing.

“You know your plants.”

“Not well,” he responded.

“Well enough. You just forgot about the stem. Just as prickly as the fruit.”

He didn’t say anything, much to Marlow’s dismay. She started to pick the gooseberries and place them carefully in a pouch. Murphy wiped his finger on the pocket of his pants and pressed on without her.

Once Marlow was done, she stood upright. A gentle smile crossed her face as she thought of a compliment for his unknown skills. But she quickly realized that he was gone. She spun in two full circles before full panic set in.

“Raven?” she screamed. There was no answer. She shouted Raven’s name again before taking off at full speed. If anything happened to her, Marlow could never forgive herself.

Marlow was halfway to the clearing when she saw Murphy in the corner of her eye. Unassuming and unaware, lying against a sturdy log. He was sharpening a stick with his pocketknife, inspecting the point he had made.

She let out a sigh of relief and headed towards him. He continued with his task, acting as if she weren’t there.

Marlow plopped down beside him and crossed her legs. She could sense that he still didn’t want to talk. So instead, she picked at the blades of grass until the ground was bare. With the rich soil now exposed, she began to draw with her fingers. Creating meaningless shapes and letters.

She spelled her name over and over. Marlow Malus Madigan. Tried to remind herself who she was. Wanted to remember where she came from. It was the only thing that she owned right now and the only thing that was hers.

“Your parents named you after apples?” Murphy mocked.

“I don’t think that was their intent,” she answered. “Besides, how would you even know that?”

Murphy shrugged. Tried to act nonchalant about it. He stabbed at the dirt with his makeshift shiv and shoveled divots.

“You paid attention in class,” she finally said.

“What else was I going to do?” he commented. “Might as well learn something if I had to be there.”

“But I thought after- well you know everything that-.” Marlow petered off as Murphy raised his head. Stared her dead in the eyes. It frightened her if only for a moment. Almost like he was challenging her to say the next thing.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said softly. In her mind, there was never a reason for an adult to behave that way. Especially to a child. It didn’t matter if Pike was pressured. It didn’t matter if he was their only chance for survival. It was his responsibility to remain in control.

Granted, she knew Murphy could be difficult. And maybe they didn’t care about his teachings at the time. While she understood the demand to be heard, the urgency to take their situation seriously, Marlow would never condone Pike’s actions.

“I heard you,” he told her. “When that was happening. You and Octavia and Jasper. You were all telling him to stop.”

“It scared me,” she admitted. “And then I thought ‘Why should they expect any less from us?’. Look at the way we’re being treated. That’s what we know.”

“Yeah, it’s messed up.”

She mentally agreed. But even with all the physical abuse he obtained that day, Marlow was most worried about the emotional damage. Of course, she heard about the boy that set the officer’s courts on fire. That gossip didn’t die down for at least two weeks.

She never knew why. “That was wrong of him. To tell everyone about your parents.”

Murphy stiffened up. The vein in his neck bulged as he pushed himself off the ground. “We’re not talking about this.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she said quickly. Trying to tell him as much as she could before he walked off again. “But I want you to know you didn’t deserve that. And no one should have heard.”

The vein only got larger, bobbed up and down as he avoided conversation. Once more, he said nothing. He started towards the dropship, leaving Marlow yearning for a single connection. Wanting to sympathize with his choices. Or at least have a better understanding.

That would all have to wait for now. She couldn’t push him to open up. Just like she couldn’t push Raven to forgive her. With that in mind, she pushed her feelings aside and followed him.

One day. Maybe one day, he would find the strength to talk to her.

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The rest of the fanfic:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Fallen for a guy, fell down from the sky Halo round his head Feathers in a bed In our bed, in our bed And I plead and I pray It's sacrilege, sacrilege, sacrilege, you say

Heaven Shelby, Arthur's Angel

But for the rest of us, she's the White Devil.

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stormgrl19 · 1 month

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The 100.

John Murphy

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Paring: John Murphy x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 6.03

You scrunch your nose up as Clarke re-enters the bar wearing a pretty pink dress.

You face the other way and finish the drink in your hand. If Joaquin was the one out there, nobody would be able to stop you from looking for him. The blonde was always better at politics than you, and she probably had some kind of plan in place to save herself, Abby, and Madi. It was just a shame for the rest of you that her loyalty stopped there.

Murphy placed his hand on your back as you listened to Abby comforting her daughter, who once again was paying attention to some bullshit peace talk. “Just be yourself. Don’t tell them more than you have to and don’t lie.”

Murphy scoffs, “Unless they ask about the end of the world. In that case, maybe don’t tell them you fired the first shot.”

“Don't worry, Murphy.” Clarke looked over his shoulder at him. “Hell’s big enough for both of us.”

You spin round fast, anger boiling inside you. “What did you just say to him?”

“Let it go,” Murphy says, shaking his head. You look into his tired eyes and feel nothing but guilt. Maybe he wouldn’t have almost died if you’d come to earth with him. He deserved so much better. Murphy moves his hand from your back to link with your fingers, “I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make this a safe home for Joaquin.”

—

You sit down across from Emori, frowning as you notice Abby talking to your partner. What the hell could she be saying to him? You didn’t want Griffin near your family.

“Couldn’t convince him to eat?” Miller asks between bites of food.

“No,” you said, sighing.You couldn’t even convince him to drink something other than alcohol. Whatever happened to Murphy when he died scared him, and he was trying to block it out. He looked defeated.

Emori filled you, Jackson, and Miller in on life in space. It made you happy to hear how quickly Emori and Echo were accepted by everyone else on the ring. You smiled until you noticed a worried-looking Clarke coming down the stairs into the tavern. She had changed out of her pretty dress and back into her “murder gear,” as Murphy called it, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Jordan told them everything,” she announced. “Where is he?”

To your surprise, Murphy told her, “on the roof with the barmaid.”

You frowned at him, and took off after Clarke while she went to look for Jordan. When you reached the roof, you were horrified to see Jordan laying on the ground.

“Jordan!” You rushed to kneel beside him. He slowly started to wake up, “Hey, hey, you're okay.”

One of the guards from the sanctum shoved you to the side and lifted Jordan to his feet. “Where is she? Where’s Delilah?”

You shoved him back, “Back off! He’s hurt and just a kid.”

The man lets go when he spots someone running through the garden below. “The children of Gabriel are in the compound. They’ll use the night harvest to try to get her out. You need to follow me, please.”

“We can’t leave him,” Clarke argued.

“You go and I’ll stay with Jordan.”

She gave you a quick nod and left with the guard to look for the missing girl.

—

As you helped Jordan walk into the bar, you smiled when you noticed Bellamy apologising to Murphy for what happened when they were under the influence of the red sun. Your smile grew even wider when you noticed Raven, “Hey Reyes!”

The brunette pulled you in for a hug, “glad to see you're alright.”

“You too.”

Just as you pulled back from the embrace, Russell entered the room. It’s been a long day, so I’ll keep this short. “Sanctum was created to be a sanctuary for the human race. After seeing you save Delilah, we’ve decided that you deserve that too.”

“So we can stay?”

“For now,” Russell’s wife Simone answers. “No more of you.” You tense at her words and share a concerned look with Murphy as she continues. “You will follow our rules and respect our traditions, and we will teach you how to survive here.”

“What my wife is trying to say is, welcome to the sanctum.”

Murphy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. He whispers into your ear, “Don’t worry about getting our boy here; I’ll figure it out.”

You relaxed at his words. You weren’t sure how he’d do it, but you had every faith he’d figure out a way to get your son into the sanctum safely. You lean your head back slightly and kiss him softly on the lips. “Aww,” Diyoza stops in front of you, smiling, “you two have a kid right?”

You nod, “a son.”

Her hand rested on her stomach, “Is it really as bad as they say it is?”

“Worse than you can even imagine,” you say, chuckling at her expression. “You’ve been through a helluva lot. I’m sure childbirth will be a walk in the park for you.”

She smiles at you both before walking towards Madi. Murphy tightens his grip on you, making you laugh. “You know, I want to hear every detail of what I’ve missed; the pregnancy, childbirth, his first steps.”

Your attention was drawn from Murphy to Russell when he spoke loudly, “Charmaine Diyoza?”

Diyoza looks at him confused. “Yes.”

“Escort this woman past the shield right now!” Russell orders

Bellamy tries to interject as two guards, “Just wait. What is this?”

Diyoza shrugs, “Seems my reputation precedes me.”

You all stand there in shock as Russell has his men forcefully march a pregnant woman out of the sanctum. It’s not until the rooms go quiet that you look around and notice someone is missing. You step out of Murphy's grip and look up at Bellamy. “Where’s Octavia?”

—

You lie on the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, only shifting your gaze when you feel movement beside you. “Did you get any sleep?” Murphy yawns before pushing himself up onto his elbows.

You sigh, “not really.” With the knowledge that you are currently safe in Sanctum, you should be able to sleep, but your mind can’t stop wondering. “I can’t rest, not while we are here and he’s up there.”

“I know,” he says, kissing your forehead. Murphy sits fully upright and looks around the room. “Do you think they will give us another bed when Joaquin comes down, or do you think we’ll need to steal one from somewhere?”

You swat at his arm playfully, “I don’t think Simone would appreciate you joking about stealing.”

“Ok, okay,” he says, raising his hands. “But do you think they will give us another bed?”

Everyone had been assigned rooms above the tavern, although you weren’t sure how permanent they were. You look up at him, surprised by the question. “Probably, although I’m not sure if he’ll jump with delight at the chance of having his own bed or still want to sleep beside us.” You let out a low laugh, “This one time, I tried to let Joaquin sleep on his own bed in the bunker. He managed to sneak out while I was sleeping. I was so scared when I woke up and discovered he was gone. Luckily, Miller found him.”

Murphy rubs at his face, pretending that he’s just overtired, but you know he’s hurting and is trying to hide how much pain he’s in from you. You shake your head at him, your voice soft, “he loves you.”

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“But he still loves you, we both do,” you roll around and kiss his shoulder.

Murphy tucks your hair behind your ear and changes the subject to, “What are we doing today? I’m not in a naming day celebration mood.”

“I think Emroi is going to guard the ship. We should go with her.”

—

“I’m not sure about this,” you link your fingers with Murphy’s as you walk towards your tavern. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know, but it’ll look like…” he quickly changes what he was going to say when he spots a figure walking towards you. “Hey, Delilah.”

She smiles at you both and says, “Now I’m not one for easy dropping, but I did hear a part of your conversation.”

Shit.

“You most definitely can’t wear that outfit to the party tonight, but not to worry, I have plenty of outfits you can borrow,” she says cheerfully.

“Oh you really don’t need to do that. That’s far too kind and your people have already done so much by letting us stay here.”

“Nonsense, besides Jordan has told me how kind you’ve been to him,” she explains. “He really wants you there, but I understand your people don’t have lots of clothes.”

You try to think of a reason not to, but your mind draws a blank. You and Murphy exchange a look before he smirks. “She’s all yours.”

Delilah smiles and links her arm with yours, leading you away from Murphy and towards her bedroom.

—

Your jaw hung open while you took in the sight of Delilah’s bedroom. “When I lived on the ark and read books with princesses in them, this is what I imagined their rooms looked like. I actually think the whole sanctum looks like something out of a fairytale.”

Delilah gave you a kind smile before sorting through different dresses. So far, none of them really suited you. She held up a pair of white sparkly heels, “Have you ever worn sage green before? I have a dress that will match these and you perfectly.”

You snort out a laugh, “I’ve never even worn heels before.”

“First time for everything!” She squeals excitedly.

—

You walked into the party alone and nervous. You knew Murphy would meet you here, but trying to find him inside the crowded room wouldn’t be as easy as you thought. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be at the party, but you didn’t want to seem disrespectful by not attending.

You mentally curse yourself for letting Delilah talk you into wearing heels, which were painful to walk in. Delilah was a sweet girl, and was so excited for you to dress up that you didn’t want to disappoint her.

You felt a good type of strange. It was the first time you’d felt good in a long time. The dress picked out for you was a light green, with a corset top that flowed into a lace skirt that stopped just at your ankles. She curled your hair and applied light make-up. She must have thought you were crazy when you looked in the mirror and your eyes teared up. You could never make her understand that the person in front of you is how you wanted your son to see you, and not as a murderer in war paint.

You spot Bellamy and Echo facing the other way and make your way towards them. You were about to make your presence known when you overheard them.

“If you’re going to tear yourself apart over leaving her, let’s go get her.”

“No, this isn’t me tearing myself apart, ok? This is me being human. I feel things when people I love are in trouble or die. The echo I knew on the ring did that. Why don’t you?”

“This isn’t about me,” Echo replied, with hurt in her voice.

You try to back away from them, not wanting to hear anymore of their private conversations, but the people around you don’t allow it.

“No? We lost Monty and Harper three days ago. How do you feel about that? Because I have no idea. I lost my sister yesterday. It’s going to take me a little while to feel nothing, like a good azgeda spy. But I’ll keep trying.”

You are in disbelief at how cold Bellamy was towards his girlfriend. As Echo holds her head up high and turns to walk away and spots you, it becomes harder for her to hold her tears back and remain strong.

“Are you okay?”

She nods and quickly walks away, disappearing into the sea of people. You turn back and meet Bellamy’s gaze. “You look beautiful,” he says, tracing his gaze over you.

You give him a harsh look and say, “What you just said to her was cruel.”

Bellamy looks down at the ground, his face racked with guilt. You’d never experienced first-hand being on the opposite end of his deep-cutting comments, but when Bellamy reached that point of frustration, he could be ruthless with his words. With or without meaning to.

“Have you seen anyone else here?” You ask, hoping to ease the tension.

“Just Clarke, but I think she left,” he stepped closer to you, so he didn’t need to yell over the loud music. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you remember when we first spoke when you got out of the bunkers? You told me to watch my back in case my sister threw me into the fighting pits. How did you know she would?”

Your body becomes warm and flushed as you think back to your time living in that hell hole. “Octavia threatened mine and my son's lives when he was still just a baby. She constantly threw me into the fighting pit,” you pause as your voice begins to shake. “I did terrible things to survive to make sure I could be around to raise my child because of her. Blodreina would have thrown anyone into the pits without thinking twice.”

He lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have taken that out on Echo, but I just don’t know how to talk to her right now.”

“I can check on her for you.”

“Really?” He asks, “I guess.”

You shrug, “Why not? She means a lot to you and everyone else who was in space. I’d like to get to know her better.”

Bellamy gives you a soft smile and squeezes your arm, “Thank you... and congratulations on getting engaged.”

“How do you know about that?” your face twists in confusion.

“During the red sun, Murphy kept threatening Clarke for hurting his wife. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. I wish you guys all the best.”

“Thanks Bell.”

—

You'll find Echo drinking by herself in the tavern. “Hey,” you say as you take a seat across from her. “Bellamy was being a total jackass and taking it out on you. Please don’t let it get to you.”

“I do miss them,” she says tearfully. “Monty and Harper I may not show it, but I do.”

“I know.”

“He was right; I felt myself closing down again.”

You feel bad for her, seeing how upset she is. “You’ve been fighting to survive since the moment you stepped foot on earth.”

“I’ve been fighting to survive all my life,” she says, taking a shot of her drink before letting out a deep sigh. “I was eight when Queen Nia’s army took our land. My father resisted. They killed him while my mother hid with me in the cellar. If you cry, they'll hear you, she told me. So I didn't. The best way to get rats out of their holes is to start a fire. I remember the way it smelled. But...the smoke…” she let out a loud sob. “Her hair...when Nia heard what happened, she executed the men who did it, had me brought to Troy and started my training.”

You reach across the table for her hand, “I’m so sorry, Echo, that’s horrific. I don’t know what to say except that from now on, we look forward, not back.”

“I haven't even told Bellamy about that,” she wiped her nose and nodded. “He thinks I’m just a cold-hearted azgeda spy.”

“Well, you're not Azgeda anymore, just as I'm not Skaikru. We are all family now.”

—

“John!” You called out, seeing Murphy walking towards your assigned room. He unlocked the door and waited for you to reach him. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I started talking to Echo, then tried to find you but the party was pretty much over.”

He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. “Danica, you look beautiful,” he slowly says, studying your face. “If your dress was any whiter, I’d marry you tonight.”

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