#need jaha more than my life

[lamentingocean]

Mongrang x Jaha

Warning: cussing, a bit of making out, ballroom dancing, feed, a small amount of smexy time, they would make out after a argument I swear

Disclaimer: from the artist: @GCtyy9/ 🥯 this isn't my art, and it's from a Chinese artist in the same fandom, /Inspired by yeri's mongranjaha fiction. I love her fiction, so im willing to murk her in a rotmd fic battle every time.

~Made by Ocean~

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it's such a breeze. mongrang held out a note in near writing. he had rock candy wrapped in a small present, and then the top of the note has jaha name written on the top in such a neat chinese note. he sighed and shoved the note in the bottom of the ribbon so it won't fall out of the present. mongrang looked around and saw women eyeing him like a wet horny dog wanting a handsome man to fuck them, but he has no attraction to them whatsoever but is forced to just for the pervert demon role. he had someone in his mind other than these women.

mongrang dressed so fancy and so elegant as he's invited to an event that has to dress, be attired, glamorous, and royal looking as he could possibly be. the black rabbit clan wasn't far. for a man being trained by a badass master, being worked up for footwork, strength, reflexes, and swordsmanship. for being part of the light faction after all. he jumped from the forest to the forest. Until he can see the plum blossom pavilion or the town of ilyang right across from him. he slowly put the heel of his foot to the concrete ground, directly entrance of the black rabbit clan.

"Is he ready yet? I'm not trying to wait all day for that asshole to hurry up and get done." his hand shuttered in freeze once he heard the door opened during his process about the mad demon.

His jaw was on the floor once he scanned him, jaha was a beautiful man. His hair was all out like an ocean, and they wore matching outfits, but in a different color, he tied a small gulp of his hair into a small bun and showed off his style like he's a chinese model wearing a traditional outfit to shock the model industry. "What the fuck are you standing at poopy pants?" He had to pick the jaw off the floor to respond back to his sass. like away. the mad demon has a personality even to be shown to the factions of china and even to the league.

"Finally. It took you long enough. anyways. this event starts in about..uh 20 minutes. so we have enough time to eat something together. so you won't get poisoned by their food since the event is by a pavilion leader."

"I'll be fine. I will just kill them if they even think about putting drugs in my drink to kill me out of poison. But enough about that. where are you taking me?" he made eye contact with him and didn't say a single word to him back. The only thing in the silence is jaha's little insultive "hm," but he had an idea. mongrang slowly slid his fat fingers in the holes of jaha's hand and moved his body to the wall outside of his sect. he looked so sensual at this move, mongrang panted at his little looks. he's so sexy but so dangerous, everything you need in a woman or a man, but the man's side is a crazy demon that drugs people for fun. mongrang's fat hand slowly moved to the tip of his lips and tried to boost the mood a bit between their breath merging like soda and mint.

"I'm pretty sure you're thinking...am I going to kiss you? Or do you want to stab me in the chest for acting out like this. I can do this all day and even all my life.." he gridded his teeth like sand paper, breathing so hard it would make a tornado scared. so..do it. he reached to his neck and slammed his lips against him, smearing their lips together so harshly that even the wall was closing in on them together so deeply. he was out for blood, forcing mongrang into submission to entwine their tougues to stick together. That was so hot that even he had to moan out of that.

so then, jaha wrapped his arm around his body and pushed his neck closer into the kiss, so ravenous and so slow into it to be sure that it's filled with pure domination and lust. even their abs were touching together like anime tits, mongrang literally felt himself losing it to him but not here and not now. Not when a guard, a heavenly general, a subordinate, or anybody can come out of the gate and see them kissing so sensual. he moved himself out of the kiss. trying to catch his breath.

jaha also had to get it reclaimed back. Marks of saliva were like webs dipped in water, "ah...you ..fucking asshole. I wanted for you to continue. Why did you stop?" he sucked up some of his breath when the tie of their saliva broke. "Ah... you are so mean to me? take some accountability for your attitude, jaha. or do I need to shut you up myself."

"You know what. Just kiss me. fuck it.

"Are you challenging me right now? If you want to fight, then we can fight." jaha shoved his face in front of his so closely that even their noses were touch, and their eyes were 3 feet for each other. "I could give you an insult like normal. Poopy pants of the light faction. but having to deal with your flirting is so consistent. and I'm trying to keep that consistency."

"Are you saying you want to make out with me?"

"No, I'm just saying that your total lack of talent is starting to keep me up at night." he didn't even show his intimidation that much through his aura. but he only spat insults at him for no reason or to quince his hunger for mongrang's deliciously slim body. jaha crushed his small lips into mongrang. He hopes to get a taste or to insert some check that he's at the top here. he's always on top for such a dangerous young man with insanity bubbling in his head. mongrang slipped his skinny tougue right inside of his, leaving out only a small leak of saliva coming from the caves of their mouths. jaha softly moaned as his tougue action. starting to have the electrifying arouse surround his mind. both of them had that glow to their eyes. Even when they are fighting. They look at each other in either hatred or challenge. But this is different. they had a different glance at each other than before. it's not conflicted or hating. it's lust going on between them. but then.

A joint was pressed down. mongrang slid his heated hand onto the skin of his waist. it wasn't the clothes. Just the pure body. they both glanced at the door once they heard it open, their eyes rattled in sync as it was hongshin carrying a bag of stolen money in her hand. as she looked to her left is mongrang and jaha properly talking like nothing happened.

"What are you two doing? I just got back in through the back gate. gun needs to fix that?"

"Oh It's nothing. I was just telling the shit dog that I can smell his pants from here since he reeks of diarrhea." jaha had to glance at mongrang with a menacing look to keep his facade. "jaha you son of a bitch."

"you guys are so weird. Anyways. I'm gonna go get some food. And jaha."

"H-huh?" his drowsy look of lust almost leaked out of his face.

"Let me know if we have any more errands to do. I will inform the others about it. alrighty. I'm taking my leave. See you♡" she walked off with a weird energy lifting off her shoulders. like her mere presence didn't even belong there.

"good lord."

"Let's hurry to this party. I'm trying to get this over with so I can kiss you more. I'm really craving it." he said with a seductive accent. "Shut up. Ahh.." they got to their event. men and women were giving a glare from all over their bodies. jaha saw the booze and wanted to drink it all, while mongrang wanted to sparkle his face and look like a Chad towards women as the pervert demon. jaha took a shot of the booze and sat down in a random fancy table somewhere as he's surrounded by rich province men, girls, women, and old men even from the depths of china's caverns. he was observant. being in such a room when he can't even take a glance at rich Chinese men with a superiority complex. he saw mongrang cuddling with a girl with her mouth drowning of giggling and self-indulgent to such a man like mongrang..

He took once more sip of booze, eyeing at them in such an analysistic way. mongrang had his facade of pretending to be into the women chasing after them with their eyes love blind. he had that smirk. but it wasn't a real smirk. The purpose of the smirk was to charm women and seem polite to them, nice, caring, and the personality of being handsome. he rested his hand to a nearby table, putting the empty cup down to look at him in a far distance..he thought to himself: "why do I care about him so much..? I never want to associate myself with that asshole but I can't seem to drive myself to hate him even more. Did he put a charm on me? is this the male version of Badger Games? this is stupid. I'm being stupid. badger games don't work on me, but somehow an idiotic pervert is able to charm me...the mad demon..?" jaha slowly walked up with his lip, quivering in anger at these thoughts beating his love life into mush, having to think about being with a person you always hated is annoying.

he tapped the woman's shoulder. growing much more anger at this entire moment. this girl doesn't deserve to have a man like mongrang. isn't she a whore like all the rest of the women that approach him, giggling like teenage girls towards a corny boy band. "Who are you?" his lip curled in disgust at the thought of mongrang fucking a women in his private quarters but I think it might be jealousy planting into his heart. "Move out the way whore." his fat hands shoved her against since touching his hands feel like metal. she tensed up and walked away from saying one word to this random stranger. bad mouths get torn in the face of the ancient Asian world.

"what- Why did you do that? I thought that you didn't want to-"

"Dance with me."

"Oh, ehm, ok. are you sure? Everyone is staring at us." Jaha sensually walked up, clearly not giving a fuck about their eyes facing directly to two men dancing together as if they are together. But who cares about them? what are you looking at? jaha reached to the middle of each finger and slid their hands to be a complete puzzle together. and then they moved both in sync to the rhythm of the beautifully written and orchestrated chinese music in the background. their hand were merging together like a mix of colors in a paintset. since their hair is long enough to be big pigtails as a prank to be shown anyway.

they both glanced at each other, jaha's troubled attitude seemed to fade away at the midst of this royal dance between them. their dances were like taking out a pencil and creating a really beautiful project. each shade, each color, each detail, and each trimming. once it's finished. the remaining project can be taken to france's most beautiful museums. they both stepped back, and both of them were like in the spotlight. mongrang grabbed his waist and struck a finishing pose. they didn't even care if they were embarrassed. They didn't care if people hated them, and they didn't care about people at all.

jaha opened his red eyes so smally and zoomed his eyes at mongrang's sweat at trying to hold jaha at this pose. hard to carry a man with big pounds. he bounced himself right up and laid his head on mongrang's beefy chest. "Meet me outside. we will need to talk about something when this event is over. I'm not trying to see no drunken messes in here." Scoffing at jaha's normal disrespectfulness and attitude.

It was a couple of hours together. it was midnight. and the event is still going. mongrang and jaha slowly walked out of it once they felt tired. jaha looked at him once again, still with that anger shoved in him like a pack of gum. "Ok so...I wanted to talk to you about us. I feel like we have been liking each other even more for the past few weeks, even though we have already kissed multiple times, but that doesn't count as a relationship. I don't know what to do about you shit dog. until we can work it out and sort it out properly."

"You saying you like me..but your mind doesn't know for sure yet?"

"Yes." mongrang yawned and rubbed his eyes, having little sprays of tears in his eyeballs.

"So what? I still like you. and you like me. if you aren't sure about it yet, then it's fine. I'm not gonna force it upon your own will since we were previously enemies before. if you want more time then I won't stop you."

"No, but I'm saying that I want you more."

"WHAT?"

he dimmed his eyes like what he said wasn't the cause of an aphrodisiac or the booze at all. but what he's saying is the truth, mongrang was so dumbfounded and surprised that even question marks are hanging above his head. "I- you really do? An insane maniac like you? A madman.. like you..is able to say something like that?"

jaha grabbed his face and kissed his lips on the spot. leaving his reaction to only to dissappear when mongrang starts to accept his kiss. mongrang stepped back into whatever place his feet could lead him that doesn't show the public. jaha was forcing the kiss. but he enjoyed it just as his actions. they were on some concrete.

which means they are at the back of a building or an area to put trash in, jaha moaned into this sloppy kiss, thinking about nothing but mongrang and the black rabbit clan's wellbeing. mongrang placed him on his lap and smoothed his hands to his body. jaha was actually so in love, but showing it would only cause damage to himself and then blow it off as a false emotion. the hands of mongrang went to his neck and hair, softly caressing it like it's a teddy bear. mongrang closed himself deeper into their kiss like rock. pushing their heads together just for their sensual session of their lips.

mongrang breathed out once their lips separated from each other. jaha's eyes looked up and down onto him, and the only thing he saw was just pure enjoyment of the mad demon's seductive fury. "You could battle me in tougues shit dog. and then succeed. but I have something else in mind."

"Oh really? do it then."

(Merry Christmas, you guys. I am overworking myself in the mix of school and work, posting, chores, and cleaning (totally not mentally done with the world), but I will continue posting, so stay following♡)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀 #HOLY SHIT THATS FUCKING HOT #need jaha more than my life #nvm i dont value myself

[jahascouch]

Origami || Excerpts of their daily life [Jaha Lee x GN!Reader]

Cha Seongtae watched as Lee Jaha did his best to craft something with his hands, an unusual concentration underneath his crimson red eyes. Seongtae had practically been looking for Jaha everywhere, the sect leader being needed for something, as usual. However, he checked everywhere, and the last place he thought Jaha would be in was his room.

What surprised him even more is that Jaha was clumsily trying to fold several pieces of paper together, and tying them together as a makeshift bouquet. While Seongtae knew that Jaha was smitten for [Y/N], he didn’t realize how far the sect leader could take it.

Well - he now knew that Jaha was a lot more smitten for [Y/N] than he initially thought. To be fair, Jaha always had a bored look on his face whenever he wasn’t killing or mocking anyone, so when Seongtae saw Jaha smiling softly at the person, he was stunned.

Anyways. To focus on the situation at hand, Seongtae watched Jaha for a bit (the man’s concentration never wavering, despite him usually being observant to everything happening around him). He watched as Jaha failed multiple times at folding a rose, or as he messily tied a few of them together, before sighing and putting it to the side.

Upon taking a closer look, on the side of the table Jaha was working at was an entire stack of paper bouquets - if you could even call them that. They were all messily strung together, and the bottommost bouquets look horrid. He did note that the ones on the top, the more recent bouquets, looked slightly better than the ones before.

After a bit of watching the man struggle, Seongtae spoke up, “Master Jaha, what are you doing…?”

For the first time since he met Jaha, he finally caught the man off guard. Jaha jumped slightly in his seat, before sheepishly turning to Seongtae and making a half-assed effort to hide the paper bouquets behind him.

“Nothing,” He mumbled.

Seongtae raised an eyebrow at the obvious lie, crossing his arms. He replied, “That doesn’t look like ‘nothing’.”

Jaha looked awkward, knowing that Seongtae caught him. His eyes averted, internally battling with himself. He wondered if he should tell Seongtae the truth. Jaha wasn’t the type of man to be so hesitant, and he wasn’t the type of man to be scared if he was acting out of character. After a few moments of debating with himself, Jaha sighed and answered Seongtae, though with a slightly reluctant look on his face.

“I’m… trying to make a paper bouquet for [Y/N].”

“I can see that,” Seongtae quickly answered, earning a sharp glare from Jaha. He quickly shut up. After another few moments of silence, Jaha continued.

“They mentioned it would be romantic, so I’m… working on it,” He finished, looking off to the side as if he were avoiding Seongtae’s gaze.

Seongtae raised his eyebrow again, staring at the bouquets, “They’re quite ugly, to be honest.”

This earned him another sharp glare from the sect leader, and he put his hand up to defend himself. After a bit, Seongtae offered (after he saw the dejected look on Jaha’s face after he finished glaring at the manager), “I know how to make origami. It’s not a bouquet, but I can teach you how to make a swan.”

…

That day, you came back to your own room, noting something out of place on your desk, on top of several books. It was a singular paper swan, clumsily folded on the corners but was neat. You let out a small chuckle as you noted the writing on one of the wings.

‘Aside from your cooking, you're my favourite.’

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[hd-junglebook]

Edge of Exile

Part 2

following the episode : We are Grounders part 1

The halls of the Ark were abuzz with whispers of uncertainty as citizens gathered in clusters, exchanging worried glances and murmured speculations. The explosion on the Ark had rattled them to their core, shattering their sense of security and plunging them into a maelstrom of fear and uncertainty.

You made your way through the crowded corridors. You had barely slept since the explosion, haunted by visions of your mother and the countless lost in that fire six years ago.

Jaha stood before the gathered citizens of the Ark, his voice projecting with authority and conviction as he addressed the somber crowd. "Citizens of the Ark," he began, his tone grave yet resolute, "I come before you today with news that weighs heavily upon my heart."

Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd as Jaha paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those gathered before him. "Yesterday's explosion has left our beloved Ark crippled beyond repair," he continued, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. "Every simulation has been run. Every system modification has been made. The hard and simple fact is that in 51 hours, life on the Ark will no longer be possible.."

Gasps of disbelief echoed through the chamber as Jaha pressed on, his voice unwavering. " The surviving members of the 100 have proven themselves to be more resilient than we could've ever imagined. Our legacy will go on," he acknowledged, his eyes meeting those of his fellow citizens with empathy. "But in times of adversity, it is our resilience, our unity, that defines us as a people."

"In the coming days, we will be distributing rations to all households," Jaha announced, his voice cutting through the silence that had fallen over the chamber. "Ensuring that no one goes hungry in our time of need.”

…

A cold knot formed in your stomach at the realization of the magnitude of the situation. The Ark, their home for generations, was doomed, and you would be stuck on this dying ship. Denial grips you tightly as you struggle to come to terms with the reality of the situation. With a skeptical shake of your head, you turn away from the crowd, refusing to accept defeat.

You walked through the halls leading to Mecha Station, the familiar hum of machinery providing a small comfort amidst the chaos. Your fingers fly across the controls, your mind consumed with thoughts of how to save the Ark.

Despite your hard work, the solution eludes you, slipping through your grasp like sand. Frustration gnaws at your insides as you realize the enormity of the task before you.

You threw down your tools, kicking the chair away in aggravation.

You huffed out of the room in search of Sinclair. Desperation fueling your steps, you make your way to the control room, hope flickering in your heart like a dying ember.

Your steps faltered as you caught sight of familiar faces huddled in heated conversation near the entrance to the control room. Abby Griffin, the Ark's chief medical officer, stood with her brow furrowed in concentration, beside her, Sinclair animatedly gestured at a holographic display. Pushing aside your trepidation, you approached the group, steps hesitant yet resolute.

"Uncle Marcus," you called out, drawing their attention.

Kane's gaze softened as he turned to face you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Y/n," he greeted warmly, reaching out to clasp your shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "I'm glad you're here."

You returned his smile, though the weight of the moment hung heavy in the air between them. "What's happening?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Abby stepped forward, her expression grave as she regarded you with empathy. "We've been running simulations for an hour," she explained, her voice tinged with sorrow. "Maybe you can help us think of a way to fix it."

Sinclair nodded in agreement, his expression determined as he turned back to the holographic display. "We're exploring every possible scenario," he explained, his fingers flying across the controls with practiced precision.

Abby placed a comforting hand on Maya's shoulder, her gaze filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "You’re gonna see Clarke again," you said softly.

“Chancellor on deck.”

Jaha walked in, taking his place beside you watching the simulation, his eyes fixed on the simulation that was currently running on the holographic display in front of him. With each passing moment he became more and more aggravated as each simulation failed. You glanced over at him, noting the way his eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched.

“Sinclair, please show us what would happen if we used the thrusters that keep the Ark in orbit to propel us into the atmosphere instead.”

You all shared a confused look, but Sinclair listened, plugging it into the simulation, all eyes on the projection. The simulation showing the ark breaking up into its original 12 stations, almost every single station on the screen exploded.

Sinclair chimed in horrified at what he saw, “95% of the structures would explode on the way down.”

Jaha's eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to Sinclair, a hint of a grin spreading across his face, “You think you're smart enough to pinpoint the 5% that wouldn't?”

Sinclair raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips.

…

The preparations had begun.

Sinclair creating a plan for how the arks descent. The ark's passengers had all gathered around him, their eyes fixed on his face, waiting for him to speak, “Here's how we bring the Ark to the ground,” he began, his voice steady and strong.

“Stage one: Separation from go-sci. once we have separation, all port thrusters will fire and our orbit will begin to degrade,”

He paused for a second, looking at all the faces in front of him before continuing. “Stage 2: Reentry. Reentry will be violent, and it will be very, very hot. Friction will break the Ark back into its original stations.”

You decided to chime in, tell the whole truth to the citizens so they would be aware of what they were agreeing to, you stepped in beside Sinclair, him giving you a look of reassurance before nodding, allowing you to speak.

“Some of the stations... and we can't predict which... will explode,” you stated, pausing once more. “And some of us will be on those stations.” The citizens stood in silence, registering your words.

Kane pulled you back towards him placing a hand on your shoulder. You welcomed the touch. It was a reassuring reminder that you were not alone in this fight.

“Which brings us to stage 3... landing. All starboard thrusters on the surviving stations will fire. Acting as landing rockets, they will slow the impact even further. our target speed for impact with the ground is 70 miles per hour. In all my simulations, anything above that is not survivable.”

…

The day prior…

The walk was quick to your grandmothers room was quick, a few turns and once again you stood outside her room, the door slightly ajar with light shining through the cracks. Approaching it with hesitation, you took a deep breath before gently pushing it open.

Kanes figure was facing away from you, grazing over the books Vera had left on her nightstand that she would never have the chance to finish. His shoulders were slumped in a defeated posture. You could feel the weight of his grief radiating off of him, like a palpable force field.

Kane turned at the sound of your footsteps, his grief-stricken face a testament to the pain he had been carrying since his mother's passing. He had brushed her off in the days leading up to her death, too caught up in his own struggles to truly listen to her.

"Before she passed, I had brushed her off," he whispered, a sad smile spreading across his face. "I wish I could go back and do it all over again, to tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me."

As he spoke, the memories of his mother's final days came flooding back to him. The way she had held his hand, her grip tight and determined, even as her body grew weaker. The way she had looked at him, her eyes filled with a deep love and pride that he had never truly appreciated until now.

"I'm so sorry, Mom," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "I wish I could have told you how much I loved you while you were still here."

"She knew, Kane," you said softly. "She knew how much you loved her, and she loved you just the same." He sighed and looked at you, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

Kane looked at you now, unsure of what to say. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the truth there, and he knew that your reassurance was right.

"If we make it to the ground, I won't abandon you," Kane said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I loved your mother, and now they’re both gone, I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

“What was my mother like Kane?” Your curiosity got the best of you, it had been so long since anyone had spoken of your mother, and now with Vera gone, the only person who could tell you anything was him.

"Your mother," he began, "was a firecracker, always full of energy and life. She was the glue that held the council together.” He paused, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "After your birth, things changed. She and I had a falling out, and it was a bitter one. We never spoke again, and it hurt me deeply. I've always regretted the way things ended between us," Kane's voice trailed off, and he looked away, his eyes distant and unfocused.

"I wish I could tell you the truth," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

…

“Hydro Station is good to go.”

“Mecha Station, good to go.”

“Aero Station, good to go.”

The both of you had rushed to the stations, ready to start life on Earth. The machines hummed to life around you, their bright lights, and glowing consoles a beacon of hope in the darkness., the air was thick with anticipation as the citizens boarded the five stations.

The stations were ready, the machines purring contentedly as they powered up, and the moment of truth had finally arrived.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of history on your shoulders. This was it – the moment when humanity would finally set foot on Earth once more.

“5,4,3,2,1. Separate”     

And then nothing.

The launch had failed.

You groaned out loud, Great. Just great. Now you were stuck in this hellhole even longer. "What now?" You muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. There was chatter over the earpieces, Kane standing from his place beside Abby and heading toward the exit when the machines turned on again, taking the hands of fellow passenger.

The jolt of the station’s rockets firing up once more, knocking Kane to the ground. The ground beneath the room seemed to shake and rumble as the station detached from the Ark with a resounding metallic shudder.

The sound of the rockets filled the space, drowning out all other noise. Abby spoke up from her place beside you, “What's happening?”

"I don't know," Kane replied, his voice shaking with adrenaline. "The station just turned on again.”

Jaha’s voice sounded over the PA system, shocking you out of your stupor. Jaha’s heart raced as he stared at the control panel in front of him. He knew he was right where he needed to be. You could hear him speaking to Abby over the earpiece before the connection was cut off.

You took Abby's hand, she smiled, her eyes lighting up with a warmth.

You were going to earth.

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[moonylantsovs]

RULES | 1.07: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE

summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.

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

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of death, violence, blood and gore, ANGST, I'm not kidding there's a lot of it

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"This is Raven Reyes calling Ark Station!"

Clarke tore her eyes away from Wells' unconscious body at the sound of Gabriella and Raven speaking into the radio, trying to reach The Ark. They needed to contact Abby Griffin because she was the only one with enough medical skills to save Wells' life.

Gabriella took the radio from Raven's hands. "Come in, Ark Station. This is Gabriella Kane and Raven Reyes, calling Ark Station."

The mechanic and engineer had been doing this for the past hour while the dropship was getting more crowded with noisy teenagers by the second. And the sound of the storm - which was probably tearing the entire camp to pieces - outside the dropship didn't make them feel less pressured.

"Please, come in." Gabriella repeated, her frustration clear by the hint of aggression in her voice.

"'You sure you have the right frequency?" Finn decided to ask, peering over his girlfriend's shoulder to look down at the mess of strings.

"Maybe we would work faster if you weren't hovering over us like a stalker for the past hour." Gabriella snapped, clenching her jaw in annoyance.

"Finn, just..." Raven sighed, her anger towards her boyfriend being out of more than one reason "just go check if Clarke's okay." She turned to Gabriella. "If anyone can do this it's us right?" Raven encouraged, nudging her elbow with her own, the gesture making the engineer calm down slightly.

"Yeah, it's just...as much as I hate Wells, we can't let him die because if he does, Clarke going to go bat-shit crazy which means I will probably lose my shit too, and that only leaves Bellamy to lead us." The blonde ranted, scratching the side of her face with a heavy sigh. "And we all know that would be a total disaster."

"Then we won't let him die."

Gabriella did not have the chance to answer because Clarke's annoyed voice echoed through the bottom floor of the dropship, hinting that Finn was not doing a very good job of checking up on her. "You're not helping, Finn! You're doing the opposite!"

Clarke stormed past him and went straight back to Wells' body which was laid on a table next to Raven and Gabriella. His chest was completely bare and only covered in some dirt and blood. His shirt has been cut open and used to wrap around the knife that was stabbed into the side of his stomach to keep it in place and to keep him from bleeding any further. Clarke removed the torn short from around the knife and gulped nervously.

The female engineer stared at the two for a second longer before speaking again, "Ark Station, come in. We're on the ground. The hundred are alive and we need you. Calling Ark Station. Is anyone there? Please come in. The hundred are alive. Can anyone hear me?"

Gabriella put her head in her hands when a voice finally spoke through the radio "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧."

A chuckle of disbelief left both Raven and Gabriella as the former brought the radio to her mouth. "This is Raven Reyes. I'm from Mecha Station. We're transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive."

Raven passed the radio over to the girl next to her so she could take over "You need to get Dr. Abby Griffin. Wells Jaha has been severely injured and he needs medical help. This is Gabriella Kane, we need Abby Griffin. Now."

"𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯, 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭."

Clarke came up behind the two girls and squeezed their shoulders, cracking a smile despite her anxiousness. "You did it."

"𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?"

The smile fell from Clarke's face in an instant at the sound of her mother's voice and she slowly took a step closer, "Mom? Mom it's me."

"𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦?" Abby asked hesitantly, her voice thick with emotion but none of them had time for emotional reunions or fighting right now.

"Mom, I need your help." Clarke said, "Wells has been stabbed by a grounder."

"𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦?" Came the voice that belonged to Chancellor Jaha. "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘳. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥?"

"Yes. The Earth is survivable. We're not alone." The youngest Griffin announced without hesitation. When no response came, she spoke again, this time allowing her sadness to show in her voice as she pleaded, "Mom, he's dying. The knife is still in his chest."

"𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦? 𝘐𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

Gabriella felt her body stiffen at the sound of Marcus Kane's voice. She really thought she would never even hear his voice again. She felt Raven squeeze her knee in comfort and swallowed her nerves down before responding to him herself, "I'm here, Kane."

It has been a while since she actually called him dad since he stopped acting like it a long time ago. By that point, it did not even feel unnatural to call him by their shared last name like everyone else did.

There was an uncomfortable silence filling the dropship until Abby spoke again, "𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱."

The entire dropship shook as another crash of thunder was heard outside. Gabriella was about to yell at someone to close the doors but realized some people probably were not inside yet.

"𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-- 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤--"

"Ella? Raven? What's wrong?" Clarke asked them. Gabriella noticed the terrified look in Clarke's eyes and allowed Raven to take over adjusting the frequency and got over to stand in front of her best friend. "It's not the radio. It's the storm. But you need to stay calm, you're overthinking things and starting to panic. Wells is gonna be fine."

"How can you know that?" Clarke asked with a tear rolling down her cheek.

Gabriella squeezed her shoulders, "Because you're our only option. And you're Clarke Griffin, you can do anything you want to as long as you focus and stop overthinking everything."

"Thanks, El." Clarke sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing.

"I got it!" Octavia announced barging into the dropship, making both blondes turn around.

Gabriella furrowed her eyebrows, "Got what?"

The Blake sister handed her a bottle and grinned sheepishly when she winced at the smell of the liquid inside. "Monty's moonshine. Pretty sure no germ can survive it."

Chuckling, Gabriella gave the bottle to Clarke and pulled Octavia in a short hug, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too." Octavia smiled, pulling away from the hug to give Clarke a nod of hello.

The moment was interrupted by the dropship shaking again and the three girls shared a worried look, Clarke being the one to speak up, "The storm's getting worse. Monroe, close the doors."

"We still have people out there." A red-headed girl told the present leaders.

"Monty and Jasper still aren't back yet. Neither are Finn and Bellamy." Octavia cleared up, knowing that bringing up the two boys would make Gabriella give in.

"I knew it was getting way too quiet in here." Gabriella muttered, scolding herself for not realizing they ran off doing god knows what.

"It's alright." Clarke brushed it off. "They'll find somewhere to ride it out."

"No, we can't just--"

The sound of Raven's voice made Gabriella stop talking and turn to her with a questioning look. The mechanic held a needle towards Clarke. "One suture needle."

"Right. But I still need something to close the wound."

"There's a wire on the second level. I used it for the tents." Octavia suggested, looking at Clarke.

The blonde nodded, "Let's see it."

"Stay away from the blue wires that run through the ceiling. I rigged it to the solar cells on the roof." Raven warned the raven-haired girl.

She was ignored so Gabriella called out, "That means they're hot, Tavi!" Once Octavia was out of sight, Gabriella turned towards Clarke and said, "Remember what I said? Stay focused--"

"-- and don't overthink it, I know." Clarke finished her sentence herself, trying to calm down.

"Hey, they're back!"

The teenager's yell made all eyes move to the door of the dropship. Gabriella's eyes widened in horror when her eyes fell on the grounder who Bellamy and the rest of the guys were pulling inside.

"Bellamy, what the fuck?" Gabriella exclaimed, her eyes flickering between him and the grounder.

A bloody, beaten-up grounder.

"What the hell are you doing?" Octavia spat, glaring up at her older brother.

"It's time to get some answers." Bellamy answered bluntly and motioned for some of the boys to carry the grounder upstairs.

To say that Octavia was not impressed with Bellamy's rash decision would be an understatement. "Oh, you mean revenge?"

"I mean intel." Bellamy said sternly, giving her a dismissive glare.

"Bellamy she's right." Gabriella chimed in and grabbed his forearm. His intense brown eyes met her pleading blue ones. He held her gaze as she tried to keep him from throwing away the last bit of humanity he had. "This isn't how we do things. Not down here."

"It is now."

-

"I can't tell how deep it goes." Clarke told her mother, who was helping her take the knife out of Wells step by step. Her hands were trembling by the pressure she was under but she sounded confident and almost unfazed.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵."

Clarke nodded to herself and sterilized her hands with moonshine again before passing it over to Gabriella for her to do the same. After rubbing it all over her hands, Gabriella drank some straight from the bottle in the hope it would distract her from what was going on on the second level.

(Probably torture, lots and lots of torture.)

"𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘥?" Abby asked after a few seconds.

"Hey! Watch it!" One of the delinquents exclaimed, pushing someone back.

"Clear the room." Clarke instructed desperately, keeping her eyes locked on Wells.

"Everyone! Get on the third level, now!"

The delinquents followed Gabriella's orders and started climbing one by one.

Clarke put her palm on Wells' forehead. Her eyebrows furrowed, worry crossing her face as she informed her mother, "He feels a little warm."

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." Abby assured her daughter. "𝘍𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥."

Gabriella huffed slightly, feeling slightly useless about this entire situation now that the radio was working. She turned to Raven and whispered, "I'll be upstairs. Call me if you need anything." Reaching the door of the second level, she knocked on it impatiently. "It's Ella! Open the door."

The door opened and she came face to face with Nate Miller who stared at her skeptically. He thought about which leader to side with but obviously chose Bellamy who was a lot angrier at the moment - even though Gabriella could easily give him a run for the money - so he stood his ground.

"Let her through." Gabriella heard Bellamy order the boy in front of her and watched as he moved to let her climb up.

Gabriella clenched her jaw in annoyance at the sight of the grounder chained like a wild animal. Noticing the furious look on her face, Bellamy mentally flinched and faced the couple of delinquents who were still present with an authoritative look on his face. As always, he radiated confidence and demanded nothing but respect. That was the thing that scared the shit out of Gabriella but also something she respected. "Give us a minute."

Not daring to test the patience of either one of the leaders, they quickly did as they were told. Gabriella was surprised to see Finn following them down. She watched him avoid her gaze and raised her eyebrows. He was ashamed? Good.

Bellamy's facade dropped the second they were left alone with the unconscious grounder. "Listen, Gabi. I get that you're angry, but--"

Gabriella cut him off with a scoff of disbelief. "Angry? You haven't seen angry, Bellamy. What the hell is wrong with you? We are trying to stop a war, not start one!"

"This grounder kidnapped Octavia, my little sister, and your friend." He quickly defended himself, trying to guilt-trip her by bringing Octavia into the argument.

"Maybe you would have known what actually happened if you didn't kick her out of here!"

"How many more of our people need to die until you realize we're fighting a war? He and his people killed three of our people out there and almost killed Wells. So, I'm sorry if I'm not exactly listening to the advice of my sixteen-year-old sister and a girl who fell in love with a murdering psychopath." Bellamy hissed before he even had the chance to think about what he was saying.

Gabriella blinked in shock at the harsh words and Bellamy instantly felt guilty about bringing Murphy up. The boy was obviously still a sore subject for her and Bellamy was the one who basically signed his death sentence so he was just digging himself a bigger hole.

"Right." Gabriella growled lowly, "Have fun torturing a human being and becoming an even bigger monster, Mr. Fugitive."

-

Clarke handed Gabriella the knife once she managed to get it out of Wells' stomach, so she could stitch the still fresh wound up and it wouldn't get infected. Grabbing more of Monty's moonshine, Gabriella poured it onto a spare shirt, about to clean the knife but as she took the knife back into her hands, it slipped and made her accidentally cut the side of her wrist.

"Son of a bitch." The blonde hissed to herself and dropped the knife back on the table so she could stop the bleeding with the same shirt already in her hands.

"You okay?" Raven asked, looking up, hearing the silent hiss of pain that left the engineer next to her. Her brown eyes were wide and cautious. She was on Earth for less than forty-eight hours and she was still wary of everything.

"Fine. Just a cut." Gabriella brushed it off and placed the shirt back onto the table next to Wells.

"I'm done." Clarke announced, her words mainly directed towards her mom on the other side of the radio.

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥?"

Clarke shook her head. "We'll make do. Like always."

Gabriella, who was now holding a cold and wet shirt on Wells' forehead, touched the side of his head for a second, furrowing her eyebrows at the high temperature of his skin. "Is he supposed to be this warm?"

"𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢." Abby told her. "𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦."

Clarke put her bloodied hand on top of Wells' chest and her eyes widened. "Wait, Mom, she's right. He's feverish, and his breathing is uneven."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬-- 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴."

"Well down here, there's nothing but woods." Clarke said bitterly, rubbing the sweat off her forehead.

"Yeah, no shit." Gabriella muttered in agreement. She sat down on one of the dropship seats, feeling slightly lightheaded, and put her sweaty face in her hands.

Clarke dropped the towel she used to clean her blood-stained hands and got up, "I need a break."

"Clarke?" Abby called over the radio, "Clarke, wait. Girls...could you give us a few minutes?"

"Sure." Raven said immediately but Clarke shook her head.

"No. You two stay with Wells. I'll go see what the hell they're doing up there." She turned to Gabriella with a pleading expression. "You coming, El?"

The Kane shook her head, not looking up from the bottle of moonshine on the table - too busy trying to realize why her sight was getting blurry and her vision unfocused - when she responded. "Yeah, you do that. I'll stay with Raven and keep an eye on Charming."

"Right." Clarke hesitantly nodded, not knowing where her best friend's sudden tiredness came from. It must be the lack of sleep, she thought and turned around to go upstairs.

-

"Rae..." Gabriella choked out after the two girls spent at least ten minutes by Wells' side while Clarke was checking up on Bellamy and the grounder.

Raven's eyes glazed over in concern once they landed on Gabriella's weak and sweaty form. She quickly got to her feet and rushed by her side to scrunch down in front of the weak blonde. "Ella, oh my-- "

"Get Clarke." Gabriella pleaded, "Please, I need Clarke."

She felt her eyes start to close and desperately tried to keep them open but the amount of heat her body radiated made it impossible for her to breathe correctly either. Just for a second. Raven watched the blonde close her eyes with a mix of panic and shock but the emotions did not keep her frozen. She jumped towards her and yelled, "Clarke! Clarke! Something's wrong with Ella!"

Gabriella did not even register the voices trying to get her to stay awake when everything went black.

-

The first time Gabriella woke up it was to the sound of Raven yelling. She might have heard the voices of Monty and Jasper in the background too but she was not sure.

"Clarke, she's getting worse! Please!"

The second time it was definitely Jasper yelling.

"He stopped breathing!"

The third time it was Raven again.

"Faster! She's seizing! What's taking so long?"

-

The fourth - and the last time - she woke up, it was with her head in someone's lap while a gentle hand stroked her hair. She fluttered her eyes open to see Octavia Blake staring at her with a concerned expression.

"Hey." The youngest Blake grinned when she saw the blonde's eyes open, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I died and then came back to life." Gabriella admitted with a small sheepish smile, "What the hell even happened?"

"According to Raven..." Octavia started, helping Gabriella sit up. "You cut your wrist with the same knife that Wells was stabbed with and the knife was poisoned."

"What kind of poison?" Gabriella asked, "It was obviously not that strong since I'm obviously alive."

"I don't know but you would have died if the grounder didn't give us the antidote."Tthe raven-haired girl admitted, flinching as the memories of her brother torturing the grounder to find in which bottle the antidote was.

"Really? He did that willingly?" Gabriella raised an eyebrow.

"No." Octavia shook her head. "But Bellamy started torturing him when he didn't give him an answer."

"Seriously?" The blonde exclaimed, her blue eyes widening in disbelief, "What? Are we animals now?"

"No, we're survivors." The familiar male voice made both girls roll their eyes and they turned to the dropship door to see Bellamy standing there with an unreadable expression on his face.

"What do you want?" Gabriella spat out while she glared at him.

Her question was ignored as the freckled male turned to his sister and said, "Leave us alone for a moment, O."

"No." Both Octavia and Gabriella said at the same time, making Bellamy sigh in annoyance.

He looked between them, before setting his eyes on his sister, "Now, Octavia."

The Blake sister glared at her brother as she got up before exiting the ship, her way of walking representing an annoyed toddler.

"What do you want?" Gabriella asked, getting to her feet and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Listen, Bambi. I'm not gonna apologize for saving your life."

"Good." Gabriella smiled sarcastically. "Not like I'd accept the apology anyway. Besides, that isn't the only stupid thing you did in the last forty-eight hours."

Bellamy looked around the dropship as if he was searching for what to say before he licked his lips and locked his brown eyes back with her blue ones. "Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things."

"I'll keep that in mind for the next time you mess up."

#the 100 #the hundred #the 100 rewrite #bellamy blake #john murphy #clarke griffin #bellamy blake imagine #john murphy imagine #raven reyes #octavia blake #wells jaha #marcus kane #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x oc

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Okay, so the anon ask forced me to better organize my bookmarks. I decided to clean up my answer and add ABO fic recs too. I'll add a second post for Modern, Crime, Sci-fi, Fantasy AUs later this week. Please feel free to add and reblog!!

Royal AUs

A Crown Seldom Enjoyed by onemilliongoldstars

To maintain the fragile peace between north and south, Clarke of House Tyrell is sent to live in Winterfell as an act of faith between the two kingdoms. There, she is put under the protection of the first queen in the north, Queen Lexa of House Stark, Daughter of Wolves. A woman draped in steel and silver, wolves at her heels and rumoured to be a manifestation of the fury of the old gods; Clarke refuses to be awed be her quiet violence and cold smile. Instead of fostering unity, the meeting of the wolf and the rose lights a spark that spreads through the rest of Westeros, threatening to burn it to the ground. 

Notes: This is just fantastic! Completed

Hearts of Silver and Gold by legendofbisexuals

At fourteen, Clarke, the Princess of Skaikru, discovers she is to marry Aden, the Prince of Trikru. Their marriage will aid their kingdoms, once part of a great and powerful country torn apart by a civil war, fractured into thirteen clans. When the princess is older and later arrives in Polaris to prepare for her marriage, she finds herself falling into the fairy tale love she’s always dreamed of but never dared to hope of having - only this love is not with her fiance, but with his sister, Princess Lexa, the soon to be Commander of the Imperial Trikru Army.

Notes: Bring a Kleenex box!!! The letters between them is just 🥰 Aden is a sweetheart and Clexa is torn between duty and love. WIP

A Home Once Found by nutalexfanfic

To quell the violence between the Frankish Empire and the invading Norsemen from Scandinavia, the King of Francia sends his daughter, Princess Clarke of Francia, to the Norse Commander as a gift. With their union, their people’s will become one, and the fighting will end. But Clarke has no intention of being anyone’s gift. Certainly not the murderous Norse Commander. 

Notes: I'm a sucker for Vikings! WIP

I do by gurj14

As a Queen, Clarke needs to find a suitable match worthy of her legacy. She goes over the list of vetted candidates, and one in particular stands out (in more ways than one).

Notes: Only 2 chapters in, but it is so good! Queen Clarke, Soldier Lexa WIP

To Birth a Queendom by AngrySapphicHeda

Princess Lexa's destiny was presented to her even before she was born: the rule of the kingdom of Arbor. But as the death of the rulers of the neighboring kingdom of Arcadia arise conflict between nations, she is forced to abandon that destiny and marry the unprepared daughter they leave behind and help her rule a kingdom that is not hers.

Notes: Only one chapter in, but such an interesting twist. Has enemies to lovers vibes. WIP

Send me away with words of a love song by iwannabehappy

Clarke Griffin, of Arkadia, got married to Lexa Woods, of the kingdom that murdered her friend Finn, only for her people. She never intended to mate Lexa.

Little does Clarke know, her refusal to mate Lexa puts Lexa's life in great danger and plays right into the plan of Lexa's aunt, Nia, who after getting rid of the Alphas of the royal family of Polis, is looking for a way to get rid of Lexa, and get Polis completely under her control.

Notes: Fantastic Royalty ABO WIP

And I'll shamelessly plug my own:

Lost in Translation by vmplvr1977 and aihodinclexa

Clarke of House Griffin has been in hiding for twelve years, following a coup to remove her parents as the monarchs of Sky Nation. Her only friends are the Blake family, who help her hide from Jaha's men. Until Bellamy betrays her and sells her to slavers.

Now a slave and an ocean away, Clarke is brought to the auction block to be sold to a warlord. It is here that she meets Heda, who steps in on her behalf and protects a frightened Clarke from the other warlords. She purchases Clarke and offers her freedom, with one stipulation: marriage. Surrounded by strangers that speak little to no english Clarke must adapt to an entirely new way of life, new people and a wife.

Notes: Complete

Queen's Assassin series by vmplvr1977

The continent is divided into Thirteen Kingdoms, ruled over by King Jake. After Lexa's father mounts a coup to take control of the Thirteen Kingdoms, Clarke is forced to become the slave of the man who murdered her parents. Treated horribly and thrown into the arena to fight, the only comfort in Clarke's life is Lexa who visits her secretly every night.

Notes: A three part series with Lexa as Queen of the Thirteen Kingdoms and Clarke is her Royal Assassin. Clarke is the rightful Queen, but is forced to abjure her throne to protect Lexa and stay alive. Follows Clexa from the age of six to adulthood. WIP 

ABO FIC RECS

Head Vs. Heart by Serafaerosa

Post season 2: Lexa is in heat, and Clarke is the only alpha that will satisfy her. Again, and again, and again.

Notes: Three part series; Alpha Clarke, Omega Lexa. Complete

Fire Forest series by owl127

Beyond the tree line, an aging clan’s old beliefs that clashed with its surging new leadership.

On the other side, a modern clan with its own rooted rebels.

Between them, fire.

Notes: Alpha Clarke, Omega Lexa Werewolves WIP

NFWMB (Nobody Fucks with My Baby) by Puthy_flapps

She pushes on despite the physical pain and the blood oozing seemingly everywhere from her body because she has no other choice. It is life or death and she’s not only gambling with her own life but Raven’s as well.

Notes: Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke WIP

TW Rape/Non-Con

Wide Awake Series by Superwayhaught100

They didn't know. One alpha, one omega. They just wanted to be free and happy. Unfortunately, the real world has other plans.

Notes: 2 pt series. Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke Part One: Complete, Part Two: WIP

Let's Go Burn Down Your House by minx4572

After the betrayal at the mountain, Clarke runs away, and it is almost 10 months before she returns, and only then because she has been feeling ill and her water sources have run dry.

On her travels back to her people, she finds the one person she thought she never wanted to see again, and she learns that something precious has been stolen from her, something she didn't even know existed.

Notes: Canonverse Alpha Clarke, Omega Lexa 

Runaway by Tangerinebabe

Clarke was forced to marry Bellamy when she was 18 and he's an abusive asshole to her. She wants to escape him and the small town that she was raised in, where omegas are treated like property. Running away with Octavia, she ends up in LA where she meets new friends and an alpha that could show her what love really is.

Notes: Modern AU Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke, Lexa is the sweetest Alpha in this fic!

Tomorrow Always Comes by minx4572

Pt1: Clarke is the only omega on the Ark. Treated terribly and as less than nothing, Clarke is forced into an escape pod to see if Earth is livable. Can Clarke escape the traumas of her past? Can Lexa and the other grounders show her that life is about so much more that just surviving?

Pt2: Clarke, Lexa and kru have had a peaceful year, but now alphas and omegas from all across the coalition are starting to disappear. They search for clues, but each time they find the trail it disappears. They set out to find answer and to find who is taking their people. The obvious answer is Mt. Weather, but are they the only enemies at play and what sinister things are being done to the people that are taken?

Notes: ALL TIME FAVORITE Author!! This writer is the Queen of writing fluff. I have all of her fics in my favorites, so check out her other fics! Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke Complete

Her Alphas, Her Mates by ComicBookGeek1818

To save Clarke from being floated, her mother sends her down to earth. She finds a home with Lexa and Anya.

Notes: Clexanya Fic, Grounder Clarke, Alpha Lexa, Alpha Anya, Omega Clarke Complete

Omega Interrupted by minx4572

Clarke and Lexa are set to make a political mating that will strengthen the alliance between Skaikru and the Coalition, except the mating isn't political at all. Not for Lexa and Clarke. They are already madly in love and were well before Skairkru fell to the Earth.

Things don't go as planned and a series of mistakes has Clarke fleeing to the woods. What happens after will lead Clarke, Lexa, and the entire Coalition in directions they never imagined.

Journey with them as an old myth becomes new when the long forgotten story of Wanheda reappears.

Notes: Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke; Werewolf ABO, Favorite Author Complete

Unbreakable pieces don't shatter by Lasnxra

On the ark there is a hierarchy, alphas are the highest, treated like kings and queens and omegas are left to gather up the scraps. Chancellor act 24 was approved and omegas are being treated more like dogs being forced into collars. Raven and Clarke risk their lives and launch themselves from the ark. Landing on earth with hopefully a new life ahead of them. Though a stowaway, hot grounders, and a threat of 100 more landing, they may be in for more of a ride then they thought.

Notes: Clexanya Fic, Alpha Lexa, Alpha Anya, Omega Clarke WIP

Badlands by N1ghtWr1ter

Badlands to me is like this futuristic society, this dystopia in the future where everything is corrupt and it’s a wasteland and it’s kinda chaotic... Everyone around is like, “Oh, those are the Badlands, we don’t go there.” I make a decision to leave...even though the Badlands were all I’ve ever known, and venturing out into the wilderness around and hoping to find solace somewhere else

Notes: 5 part Series, Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke Complete

This War of Needs by N1ghtWr1ter and RaeDMagdon

All Clarke Griffin wants is to stop a war (and maybe get through her heat without suffering too much). All Commander Lexa wants is to protect her people (and maybe forget the tragic death of her mate for a few days). When a sudden burst of acid fog leaves them stranded together in an isolated bunker, the two of them will have to find a way to deal with each other—and with their very inconvenient desires.

Notes: Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke. Okay, this was my first ever ABO fic I've read, so it's special to me. Complete

Also, N1ghtWr1ter and RaeDMagdon are fantastic writers with a slew of amazing fics under their belts. So if you need stuff to read, check out their works!!

You’re a wolf, stand proud by YuriCrazyWolf

Clarke is chained into a life she hates and wants nothing more than to ran away into the arms of a beautiful alpha but will she be able to? Clarke has to think about her pack and what was good for them; she couldn't just leave them behind...could she?

Notes: Modern ABO, Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke Complete

Lost & Found by ARtheBard

Clarke and Anya escape the mountain and the Sky Girl knows the only way to save her friends is to ally with the enemy. But can 2 such different cultures learn to trust each other enough to save everyone? Together, Clarke and Lexa must lead their people into this tense alliance or no one will live to bring down the Mountain Men.

Notes: 6 part Clexanya Series, Alpha Lexa, Alpha Anya, Omega Clarke Complete

Ok, so I was on a Clexanya kick for a while, so what? Lol

Our Start From The End by April_kom_Trikru13 and ComicBookGeek1818

After a brush with death at the hands of pauna, Lexa admits her feelings for Clarke. The Alpha and Omega become mates. Unfortunately the couple's happiness doesn't last long. Lexa betrays Clarke on the Mountain and leaves the Sky People to die.

Clarke wanders alone in the woods after saving her people. Heartbroken and in pain, she decides to do something drastic and dissolves her mating bond with Lexa. Threats from the Ice Queen force Clarke and Lexa to come together again. What happens when Lexa finds out what Clarke has done? Can Lexa win Clarke back or will she lose her to someone else?

Notes: Alpha Lexa, Omega Clarke

Shameless Plug of my own ABO fics:

Echoes of You (Within me) by vmplvr1977 and aihodinclexa

After spending a week of bliss sharing Lexa's heat in the Tower, the green-eyed omega is shot by Titus. Lexa falls into a coma and wakes in a bunker with what is left of the 13 clans. Lexa should be thrilled to discover she's pregnant, only Clarke and Anya did not reach the bunker before the Death Wave. Determined to find their mates, she and Raven plan to lead a rescue team. However, the Tower collapses, trapping them inside.Miles away, Anya, Aden and the Nightbloods turn to strangers, who are remarkably similar to Maunon, to save Clarke's life. She wakes in a bunker finding herself surrounded by strangers with a scientific interest in her and her people. The scientists promise to aid them in clearing the debris, but want something in return while they repair a drill to reach Lexa and the others. Clarke and Anya must play a dangerous game with their hosts to reach their mates.

Notes: Canonverse Alpha Clarke, Omega Lexa Complete

TW: Canon typical violence

Pakstoka Rising by vmplvr1977

Omegas Clarke Griffin and Octavia Blake don’t submit to any alpha, causing a wave of anger and resentment through the Ark alphas. For years, the omegas dream of their true mates that live on the ground. To protect them, the Griffins send them and Bellamy to the ground in hopes they will find their true mates.They are later captured by Maunon under the premise of learning what makes them different. Frustrated by their inability to control the omegas, Maunon offers peace to the Coalition with one stipulation. Clarke Griffin and Octavia Blake must die or every village in the Coalition will be bombed.In a desperate attempt to save everyone, their friends are forced to make a bold move and send them to a group of wolves that can shift into actual wolves. Is the legend of Wanheda and Blodreina true, can they lead an army of wolves to save the Coalition from the monsters inside Mount Weather?

Notes: Omega Clarke, Alpha Lexa Complete

#clexa #clexa fic rec #Royalty AU Clexa fic #ABO Clexa fic #commander lexa #clarke griffin #clexa fanfiction #my clexa fic recs

[inmyownlaine]

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

John Murphy x Reader: Promises

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

GIF//

Warnings: None to my knowledge!

Word Count: 2078

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

“Murphy, please,” you whimpered.

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

“I can’t.”

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

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

“You don’t need redemption.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You knew he was leaving.

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

“Murphy, I-”

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

“I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let her go!” Murphy yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A few times,” he shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not like that,” Murphy said.

“But it is. She’s your girlfriend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a freak,” you teased.

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

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

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

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

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

“What about Emori, then?” you pressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He promised he would never leave.

He promised.

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

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

[herchoice]

clarke + learning from other leaders.  further detail below the cut.

108 DAY TRIP

Jake: Listen. You're doing the best you can. Clarke: You want me to say mom did the best she could. Jake: This is about what you want. Clarke: You're dead because of her. She doesn't deserve my forgiveness. Jake: Oh... Listen to me.  Forgiveness isn't about what people deserve.

Clarke (to Bellamy): Hey... You have saved my life today. You may be a total ass half the time, but I need you. We all need you. None of us would've survived this place if it wasn't for you.  You want forgiveness, fine, I'll give it to you. You're forgiven, okay?  but you can't run, Bellamy. You have to come back with me. You have to face it.

209 REMEMBER ME

Lexa: I thought I'd never get over the pain but I did. Clarke: How? Lexa:  By recognizing it for what it is: weakness. Clarke: I could never do that. Lexa: Then you put the people you care about in danger and the pain will never go away.

Clarke (upon hallucinating Finn):  Love is weakness. He frowns then vanishes.

216 BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD PART TWO

Clarke: Why aren't you with your people on level five? Dante: After what I've done, they can be free. I can't.  Deliverance comes at a cost. I bear it so they don't have to.

Clarke: Seeing their faces every day is just gonna remind me of  [committing genocide at Mount Weather]  to get them here...  I bear it so they don't have to.

402 HEAVY LIES THE CROWN

Jaha: And now you understand why. No leader starts out wanting to lie or imprison or execute their people. The decisions you face just whittle you down piece by piece. Clarke: So what do I do? Jaha: I'll tell you what I told your mother after the Culling. We make the best decisions that we can with the information that we have,  then hope that there's a forgiving god.

Bellamy: What are you gonna do? Clarke:  Hope that there's a forgiving god. Clarke (to all of Arkada): So now you know the truth. I know you're afraid. I know you're angry, but when I shut down A.L.I.E. I knew there was to way for us to get through this together. Alpha Station is that way.  Every single one of us will survive on this ship.  It won't be easy. Raven needs volunteers if we're gonna get it ready in time. It'll be a lot of work, but now you understand why we need to do it. If we stick together, I give you my word, we won't just survive. We'll thrive. Raven (as Clarke returns): Nice speech. Clarke:  Sometimes hope is more important than truth. Raven (sarcastically): You dad would be so proud.

216 BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD PART TWO

Clarke: I tried. I tried to be the good guy. Abby:  Maybe there are no good guys.

Madi (501): He tried to help me. I think he might be a good guy. Clarke:  There are no good guys.

#01. clarke‚ headcanon. #01. clarke‚ image. #02. dynamic‚ clarke & finn. #01. dynamic‚ clarke & jaha. #02. dynamic‚ clarke & abby. #tbt #dw #02. dynamic‚ clarke & jake. #02. dynamic‚ clarke & bellamy. #02. dynamic‚ clarke & madi. #00. writer‚ my edits.

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 55)

~Banished Master~

Word Count: 4.7K

~Master~

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

*Bold/Italics are Trig!*

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

Previously...

“Lexa trained me in grounder combat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not running from this one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s just one of 13.”

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

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

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

“We die.” Kane finished for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You needed this. You needed answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His sword turned to Echo. “Explain yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

“That's right.”

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

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

“By what means?”

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skaikru betrayed them all.

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moyong and jaha are laxative, drugging best friends. one is a doctor of the black rabbit clan that aids all disciples, subordinates, and trainees to heal their wounds like he's some kind of healing fairy. he also specialized in making herbal tea and reading ancient history in his free time while jaha has his own hobbies like swinging his sword at a random object to test his current strength. But since both of them have a partnership of making and giving laxatives to women, they have a good relationship, hench, being two demons in their past life. poison demon and the mad demon bonding like a smore. Being two sides of the same coin but with different abilities, capabilities, and power more than any powerful martial artist across china. even the demonic cult can not fathom to attempt to kill these two beings. But that isn't the case.

jaha wants to take his opportunity to kill off the factions, the league, and the demonic cult as soon as possible and as strong as possible. moyong doesn't want to involve himself in war, conflict, and death, but when it comes to jaha. he wants to aid him the best that he can. even when his madness spread like wildfire to all the other subordinates. even when his madness starts to turn uncontrollable in his grasp. his mental capabilities are unpredictable like he is.

moyong slit a wound to see a small infection on a black rabbit disciple's arm. the disciples winced out of pain, his voice blew out in an exhausted sight, stitching the wound closed after he put some healing ointment. some of the disciple's blood got on his fingers right when the needles pricked the skin of this disciple. he said in an exhausted voice: "Go ahead and sleep in the other room. You need rest. I will have my workers make some soup for you. Ok?" his eyes begun to dim and dim due to a sudden gush of exhaustion. his eyes glanced to a small note right on the top of the medic desk to see a contract to the mad demon and the moyong clinic always being in an alliance. so no matter if he's tired. He must always rest himself when he's trying to save people from the open portal of the afterlife. even having a leader who is clinically insane.

he was reminiscing about the note until one of his workers softly knocked on the door to notify him out of his reminiscing mind. his eyes glanced up to see a little note since this specific worker is mute. the note said:

"Jaha is outside. he wants you to come out and bring your stuff with you. I'll watch over the clinic in the meantime." his head bubbled in confusion. but he nodded at jaha's request, grabbed his stuff, and walked out the door, but he had a second thought. why is he tired in the first place. is it a sign of fatigue or working too hard disciple after disciple and after disciple. jaha must not be paying blood debt for every spill of blood on the black rabbit training grounds. Or he must be training them in a ruthless manner.

it must be either more wars or more battles to come against the mad demon. so this is something to be worried about him. his hand waved "bye" to each of his workers before he left the door of the clinic to see what jaha wanted from him. as soon as he felt the fresh air. jaha held a rose in his hands. so moyong thought:

A...rose?

moyong stepped right up to him with his head bubbling in that same confusion. "Jaha what is th-

"I'm taking you on a date. come with me.." his hands grasped his arm to come inside the wagon. sitting him down automatically like he's trying to rush what he's doing. he was right next to him as he smelt a lingering scent coming from jaha. he wore his usual dark red on his body, but the scent of lilac, roses, and lavender resonated through his very skin to make him even more desirable than mongrang using his lips to charm woman, thus making his face burn. He starts questioning himself why he's so flustered at this. is it too hot in here, or am I just sweating due to the amount of work I did today? either way. this is just temporary. the more I need to-

his arms grasped his waist, and he snapped back to reality to realize his hard hands on his waist. I glanced right to him to see locks of jaha's hair hiding his face. but he saw a little mark of red on his face as he looked closer. I noticed he had a small set of roses in his right arm, a deck of chocolates right next to his right hip, and a gift written for moyong that has a bunch of tea packets on it. I officially start to question his ways: "jaha..what did you call me here for..?"

"W-well. I took care of the black rabbit clan, drugged my subordinates to sleep like a drunkard, and locked my doors just for something I planned with you..so I wanted to take you out on a date. It's for being such a good partner to me."

"w-wait... really?" his red glistening eyes look to him in a light shade of kindness. One that did mass murder can not begin to comprehend kindness within their aura to anyone. Even as a ruthless leader full of strength, power, and excellence of his leadership, so that's surprising to him, that's for sure. I understood quickly. looked out the forest while jaha's hand held mine. his hand was soft but hard. It's like a metal peppered with soft flowers, smells good but gives good strength. the entire ride to this date was silent but silently romantic.

It suddenly stopped. jaha's hand softly led me out of the wagon to only see a small noodle restaurant right in front of them, but before I walked in. jaha stopped me right here.

"Hm?"

"Wait. moyong." jaha held his hand up to softly kiss. which made me blush so much that it burnt my skin. "I'll pay for everything. You don't need to worry about the payment."

"O-oh uhm..thank you jaha."

our seats were open in the restaurant, and nobody was around to judge us around for who we really are. people back then tend to hate on gay men or lesbians for who they are. It's not like it's real back then. even if jaha was able to hear them talk a lot of negative stuff about us on a date, then they wouldn't be alive the next hour. imagine having a man like jaha. Imagine having a insane maniac as your boyfriend. thinking about it makes me blush since we all know jaha is capable of love, but he's a bit... insulting to women and men. Badger games don't affect him at all, but he might seem gay to us if that makes sense. I mean.. I'll be confused if jaha doesn't have a date yet. Not when I'm his partner in aid of the black rabbit clan. He's just a beauty in madness.

having long gushing black hair that makes squid ink seem pathetic, eyes equally beautiful to that of a red blood moon and the face of a handsome charmer. but only used to have blood lay on his skin like some kind of lotion. I keep staring at him as he looks through the menu with a smirk. I kept reminiscing about him like he's some beautiful anicent painting put in a palace hall. but my reminiscent state shattered in the midst of glancing at the menu of picking what to eat for this pleasant surprise he planned.

It's spicy noodles with chili broth.

normal noodles with a tangy sweet hearty broth.

a sour type curry with a chicken that squirts juices from its flavor.

some pork bites with stir fried vegetables.

everything in the menu seems to be undeniablely delectable. I spoke up while jaha unexpectedly looked at me with a bulging smile out of his thin lips. "What did you order jaha?"

"Hm...I order my usual spicy hearty noodle soup. what are you gonna get moyong??"

"Hm....." My finger pointed to jaha's exact order. they are both ordering the same thing. His smirk was filled with satisfaction while his hand rose up to press against mine. I think he's hopelessly flirting with me and doesn't even realize it with how his unreal nonchalance is slamming into my face. Even when he's an angry explosive, chaotic mess of a leader...ahh, such a demon belonging to the depths of hell for being such a good mass murderer. "

You got my order?"

"M-mhm.. Anyways. j-jaha.. I have a small question for you."

"What is it?"

my blush grew and grew until it went to the point where I looked like a full-blown strawberry. but I had to forcefully spit out my words like mucus since he kept looking at me with his blood moon eyes that rain blood through its vibrant color.

"Why are you so affectionate to me.. you are normally never like this to anyone?"

"....well. moyong. I know I am the mad demon. I know I'm supposed to represent the pure definition of a madman through my words, my actions, and my humanity as well. But recently I came to a small conclusion with myself..I must always appreciate my subordinates and my partners every step of my journey in becoming mad demon..even you moyong. you always have helped me even during my own qi cultivation and a way to suppress my anger without exploding it like a free bomb. So I thank you...for being a part of my journey."

My blush started to lessen back to my original skin color quickly. his words were heart-felt. His words felt like a bomb of trustworthy love that had been hit by my pumping heart so much. right before I had to say something back to him. Our orders came out and been placed on the table. so my words broke like a puzzle. unable to say something back to the immersion breaker. my blush stuck to my face even when we ate together like two men eating lunch like friends. It pissed me off a little. jaha acted like his flirtatious moments to me were only passed back forever. but I'm pretty sure it will be more than that once we finish with this detectable food.

ok, so.. the silence is suffocating right after we finish. Jaha paid the waitress a big amount of cowie shells for this dinner. we are in the wagon, sitting down like two strangers to each other. But one good thing: His hand is on my waist. squeezing my left lower body like a soft plushie. I wanted to scream a little, but I couldn't since I have a bit of self-control. jaha's scent continues to seduce my nose into sniffing him. he smelt so light but so good.

his eyes glanced directly down at me. his look was always so dangerous, but it's always so good looking at the same time. his glance wasn't arousing that vile evil aura used to intimidate enemies. but his look resonated out of love. I flinched at his look. but he also moved my face closer to his. clasping his hands to my chin in hopes that I could cutely blush at his charm. Is he secretly learning from mongrang's charm to woman, or is he doing this on purpose? his blush started to appear on his cheeks.

"I have a feeling you want to kiss me." i was in a bit of a denial, but he's right too. he's so handsome that even a guy from 90s anime can't possibly compete with his handsome capabilities. My eyes slowly dimmed down to his lips, and I automatically got hypnotized by them. I'm pretty sure he noticed. his lips suddenly slept on mine. my mind started to fuck with me now. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid through my waist. His lips moved away from mine. "I love you moyong...I really do."

"....I love you too♡)

( I love being in this fandom. Even if this fandom gets more popular or grows more. That will count as a W MONTH OF LOVE EVERYONE)

(Double post let's go♡)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

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First chapter of a fic I will likely never continue. Canon divergent. Unedited and riddled with typos. ~5k words.

Lexa straightens her posture as her horse halts just after the forest and at the first sign of civilization ahead. It huffs and hits the soil with one of its hoofs, expressing its disquiet. She shares the sentiment; Skaikru are very much an odd and unpredictable body in the grand scheme of things still.

The Sky clan had been at war with Trikru for over a decade since falling to earth, seeing as they had occupied Lexa's people's land,whrnh the Ice Nation offered them an alliance. Trikru yielded, aware that fighting both clans at once would be foolish. At the time, the Commander was from the Blue Cliff clan and no more than a religious figure, indifferent to the quells between clans. Lexa has changed that over the past few years — and is intent on continuing to do so.

"Heda." She turns her head only slightly to her right, just enough to be able to look at Gustus from the corner of her eye. "I do not have a good feeling about this."

"We both know that if it were up to you I would be locked up in the tower and never come out." She softens, regards her bodyguard fully. "You worry too much, Gustus. The Sky People will be a valuable asset for the Coalition."

"They think themselves superior just because they have guns and tech," he counters with distrust. "They are dishonourable in combat and gloat about it."

"The Coalition needs them," Lexa snaps, and that is the end of it. "And, hopefully, they need the Coalition, too."

Arkadia, capital of the Sky clan, is by all means an impressive sight, very different to anything Lexa has ever seen. Everything is metal and a heavy grey; from the wall protecting it to the pair of guard lookout towers, to the massive gates with the 'Arkadia' lettering on top. From her elevated position, Lexa can see a main building that rises slightly above the wall and takes up about a quarter of the whole area, and other smaller buildings sprinkled about the space left vacant by it. It is evident that while the Arkadians had no say on the positioning of the main building, they planned the city around it, since everything else is so geometrically placed, including the grey dirt roads that trace an intricate cobweb that winds through the empty spaces and gives the city an air of concrete orderliness. However, everything pales in comparison to the giant wheel propped just to the side of the main building, presumably what was once meant to surround the ship that Sky People lived in up in space before they fell to earth. It is clearly one of the few things that have resisted the decades unadulterated, even if it has been repurposed, as Lexa assumes from the sillhouettes of people climbing up and down its inner arms. It is a formidable sight, even for those more averse to the marvels of the world that Skaikru left back in space and have ever since tried to recreate on Earth. Nonetheless, Arkadia as a whole is an obtrusive presence in the midst of the greenery and unwavering power of nature. It makes Lexa almost squirm on her saddle, uncomfortable with such a demonstration of stubborn inadaptation — no village, town, or city should be so violently at odds with its surroundings.

They approach the city slowly and with only half the warriors she brought along, so as to indicate that they mean no harm — and make sure no one will frame it otherwise. Lexa's retinue is mostly made up of warriors, amongst them her personal guards, but she was also careful to include two of her most trusted diplomats; people who will negotiate in her stead when need be and will work to make sure that those on her side remain there. They are people who work the complicated web of politics and favor better even than her.

As they come closer to Arkadia, its inhabitants crowd close to the walls, looking at Lexa and her crew as though they are wild, fascinating animals. Such is the consequence of isolation. Lexa watches as a small group gathers just outside the walls and recognises Marcus Kane, chancellor of the Sky People, at the head of the greeting party.

Finally her group come to a stop just a few feet from the Arkadians and Markus of the Sky People steps up to greet Lexa with a genuine, welcoming smile. "Commander," he says in greeting and extends his hand. "It's such a great honor to have your visit."

She nods and grips his forearm. Marcus of the Sky People is a pleasant man, both in appearance and personality. His luscious hair and thick beard frame kind eyes and a jovial smile that make him extremely likable. Soft-spoken and invested in every conversation he takes part in regardless of its actual importance, Marcus of the Sky People is a dependable fatherly figure. He is also fierce and wise, however, and Lexa likes him even more for that.

"Chancellor Marcus Kane," she greets back, careful to use his full name, as Sky People do. "Thank you for receiving us on such short notice."

She lets go of his arm and lets her hand rest on the pommel of her sword. "We're just lucky you're here at all," he replies honestly, then turns to the rest of his group. "Please give your warmest welcome to the Commander, Lexa kom Trikru." She appreciates the effort to use her mother tongue — details like that can make the difference between a successful deal and a failed one, for it builds bridges where there are none. Marcus is a proficient builder of diplomatic bridges.

The first person to step forward is a woman in her forties like Marcus, though the lines of her face are more tired and severe. She looks like a woman who looks death in the face every day and when she extends her calloused hand for a greeting, Lexa realises that is exactly the case. "I'm Abby Griffin." Lexa clasps Abby's forearm and she spies a special brand of kindness in brown eyes that tells her that this woman is not only a caretaker, but also a mother. "I'm a council member and Chief Doctor of Arkadia and Skaikru in general."

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Lexa says as Abby takes a step back and a new member of the greeting party comes forward. "Raven, I assume," Lexa nods, clued in by the girl's oil-splattered cheek. "Your fame precedes you, tech master."

The girl beams, dark eyes shining brightly, and salutes. Her ponytail swings with the movement. "At your service, Commander. I hope your visit proves fruitful."

"That makes two of us, Raven of the Sky People."

"I'm Bellamy Blake." Lexa turns to the man that has stepped forward and clasps his outstretched hand instead of his forearm. She can tell that this is a man who likes things done his way; insecure enough to need to underline his status. "I'm in charge of all things military and security."

"A general, then," Lexa recognises. "Are you Octavia Blake's fabled brother?" She is careful to use her Sky People surname and not her Trikru suffix lest he become even less friendly.

His nose crinkles and his freckles dance angrily beneath dark eyes and unruly, short curls of hair. "Haven't seen her in almost a year since she got it in her head that she wants to be a barbarian."

Lexa lets the comment slide. "She is a fine warrior. My people are very lucky to have her."

He grunts and gives way to the next council member, a middle-aged woman with a gentle smile but a fear of the unknown in the way she clasps Lexa's forearm. "Hannah Green. Farming, hunting, and other resources," the woman greets. "Council member, too."

Lexa nods her acknowledgement and watches as Hannah kom Skaikru steps backward. Her replacements are two tall, robust men, their dark skin, eyes, and mannerisms nearly identical, though the younger one is more genuine while the older one has an air of arrogance about him.

"I'm Wells Jaha and this is my father, Thelonious," the young man says pleasantly, and Lexa likes him right away. She clasps Wells's forearm, then Thelonious's, and even their grips are different. How can two men look so alike and yet behave so differently?

Just from the introductions, Lexa is slightly worried. Bellamy, Abby, Hannah, and Thelonious will vote against entering the Coalition; a number that exceeds that of Marcus, Raven, and Wells. The chancellor has the deciding vote, but it will be for naught if the numbers do not even out.

The final person steps forward at last. A girl around Lexa's age, with blonde hair and determined blue eyes. "My name is Clarke," the girl greets, her voice husky and only moderately welcoming. Lexa studies the girl, looks for twitches and tells, but cannot read her at all. It is worrying; the last thing she needs at this point is a wildcard. She can tell, however, that her own first impression is lacking. "I'm in charge of urban and regional planning, and foreign affairs." Lexa extends her arm for greeting, but Clarke leaves her hanging. A golden, sceptical eyebrow is quirked and Clarke's eyes are narrowed, and it is all Lexa can do not to growl at such insolence. "Let me decide first if you're worth shaking hands with."

Lexa takes a deep breath and tells herself that punishing Clarke kom Skaikru's impertinence is not worth wasting the chance to draw the Sky People into her Coalition. So she purses her lips and clasps her hands behind her back, letting her posture straighten and her chin rise with defiant authority. Her eyes burn into Clarke's. "Very well." She turns to Marcus, who seems to have blanched considerably. "Please lead me to my quarters, Marcus of the Sky People. The day has been long and we have much to discuss tomorrow. I would like to rest."

~~~~

Arkadia isn't home. But it also is, because she has never known another place. Nevertheless, she has never felt at home inside its dull grays, angry lights, and obstinate refusal to fully mesh with its surroundings.

Clarke isn't one to fantasise about what could be; she locks her dreams inside drawings of another life and lives what is instead. There is no space, no time to wonder on the ground.

Still she can't help musing about a world where she would be able to travel between clans freely and adopt another as her own. She can't help musing about a world where they wouldn't have to fend off attacks from the other clans, even if the Ice Nation has helped them through the more difficult times. That is exactly why she finds the idea of a coalition so appealing — it's eating away at her, however, to entertain the idea of it being led by a tyrant like Commander Lexa.

She's heard all the stories and she knows which ones are true. She knows of the Commander's thirst for glory and power. She knows of her ruthlessness and disregard for human life. She knows of the Commander's penchant for spilling blood and autocratic style. She knows and she saw it all in the Commander's conceited bearing, in the cold press of full lips, in the raised chin of a despot; she saw it in the way the Commander's eyes flashed with anger, the only display of emotion during an otherwise frigid interaction.

Yet the cry for change reverberates through the halls of Arkadia, which thrums with the need to be more. And Clarke... Clarke wants the best for her people. Always. So if she deems joining the Coalition the right step to take, she will vote for it no matter how tough a pillow it will be to swallow.

Another tough pill to swallow? Kane's reproach for the way she talked to the Commander.

"It was unacceptable, Clarke. You embarrassed the Commander and risked being beheaded on the spot." It means something when Zen Kane gives you such a talking-to. "You shamed us all."

"Stop right there, Marcus." Oh, yes. Your mother defending you does make the situation a hundred times better. It's not at all ignored for being biased. "I think you're being unfair. Yes, Clarke should've minced her words, but she didn't same us."

Kane's eye roll is exactly the reaction Clarke's expected. "Look, Abby. I know you're her mother—"

Abby's affronted look is even more predictable. "This has nothing to do with—"

"Enough!" Kane and Abby as well as the rest of the council look at her. Clarke looks at each of the six other faces sitting around the semicircle-shaped table and then at Kane, who stands alone at the straight side of it. She sighs. "I made a mistake. I put us in a difficult position. I'm sorry."

Kane nods his approval. The small, dark room lends him a more solemn, even poetic appearance, and the way he cups his bearded chin while he thinks makes him look like a philosopher. "Thank you for acknowledging your mistake, Clarke," he says kindly as he lays a companionable hand on her shoulder. "There will have to be consequences, however."

She expected nothing less. Despite the little show she put on before the Commander, Clarke knows her place. "I understand, Chancellor," she nods, and feels more insecure the moment his fatherly hand leaves her shoulder. Her dad died years ago and no one will ever replace him, but the way Kane behaves towards her reminds her a little bit of what it was like to have a father. She's grateful for it; she misses the comfort of her dad's hugs and the pride in his smile.

The moments before he finally doles out her punishment remind her why she doesn't like this room — it's cold and dark and has an ominous feeling to it that makes her feel trapped. Like everything discussed in her is always too serious. It often is. She much prefers the strategy meeting room with its rectangular, waist-high table that causes them to stay standing and its glass-like boards with maps and notes written into them with colorful pens. It's also larger — so much larger. It's better illuminated, too.

Finally Kane stops thinking and meets her eyes. "You will be the Commander's shadow. An ambassador. You will show Arkadia and whatever else necessary to her and you will be her guide around here. You will make sure she has everything she needs and you will handle everything relating to her presence here."

Clarke can't help but scoff. "You mean I'll be her damn babysitter," she challenges.

"Yes," Kane acquiesces, not giving in an inch. "That's exactly what you will be."

"You can't be serious," she presses, because this is too heavy a punishment for her offence.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, then scratches at the side of his beard. "Look at it this way: you will be able to get to know her and her culture better and it might help shape your vote. I know you're the only one of us who hasn't made up her mind yet," he notes with a meaningful look. And yes, he's right. Actually, her vote is pretty damn important because with the way things are it will decide the Sky People's fate altogether. "It might help you decide that being a part of the Coalition is nothing but trouble for us, or it might actually change your mind and show you that the Commander's intentions are not so bad after all. Whatever the outcome, it will have been a good experience."

Clarke knows he's right, but she can't imagine spending two weeks with the Commander and not confirming that she is indeed a bloodthirsty savage. Alas, she owes it to her people to at least try.

"Fine."

~~~~

Lexa is not unused to the bustle of early morning, the sounds of the city rousing to life outside, the doors that open and close and the voices that speak in hushed tones so as not to wake those sleeping. They often wake her anyway. What she is unused to are the boots that clank on metal, that fans that whir along the halls, and the flickering, buzzing light provided not by candles but by a hollow opening in the ceiling.

She left Anya outside of Arkadia to set up camp with the rest of her retinue. Gustus came with her, along with a handful of warriors and diplomats. Despite reason, she does not think they will be at risk inside the walls of the ally of their enemy. Besides, having Gustus by her side — or in this case, in the next room — is like having an army of twenty. Lexa trusts him with her life and that of those she loves most. There was only one time when she trusted him and he could not keep someone she loved safe. It wasn't his fault, despite the tears of guilt and regret that ran down his face when he came back, battered and bloody and without Lexa's lover. It took weeks for his wounds to heal enough for him to leave his bed. Months later, he would finally admit that it had not been ten warriors he had had to fight off, but thirty. Lexa never blamed him, never even imagined blaming him for what happened. There are only two people she has ever blamed for it — one of them is herself.

Lexa gets ready for the day in motions automated by the years. She resents Skaikru for not having proper bathtubs; she doesn't dare touch what the server girl from last night called a shower, so she foregoes washing altogether. There is a river nearby she can bathe in anyway. Once her pauldron is resting on her shoulder, its weight and looping red sash a permanent reminder of her station, Lexa leaves her bedroom, only to register with disapproval that the Sky Council did not assign anyone to guard her door. Instead she finds Gustus waiting for her, no doubt already having sent whoever he assigned to her door away. "Heda," he greets with a bow. "How was your night?"

"As would be expected," she replies, keeping her face neutral as she notices Marcus's approach. He sends her a warm smile.

"Commander." They clasp forearms with comfortable formality. "I hope you had a good night's sleep."

"The mattress was stiff. But I have spent much worse nights in foreign clans." It is both criticism and a compliment, and she knows it leaves Marcus slightly disconcerted albeit resolute to make sure her next night is better. It keeps him on his toes without outright insulting his hospitality.

"We'll look into the matter." A pause, then another smile. "In the meantime, I'm sure you would like to eat, Commander?" He waits for Lexa to nod before leading her and Gustus through numerous halls, walking by doors left and right. Lexa peers curiously as they pass by a by room lined with tables and people eating. "That's the mess hall, where almost everyone eats, but I'm sure you'd like to have a more... discreet meal, if you will. I've arranged for breakfast in my office."

"I wouldn't mind eating with your people, Marcus," she says truly as they come to a stop at a door, two staircases later. He fishes a key from his pocket and inserts it in the hole.

"Of course, Commander. But just for today, for your very first meal here, I thought you would appreciate something not as overwhelming."

"I do," she nods.

He opens the door for her and she stops into a room with a wooden desk and a mismatched chair next to the far wall. A battered couch sits against one of the walls to one side and on the other are several maps and eerily realistic paintings nailed to it. A lamp hanging from the ceiling provides light to the entire office and an open door near the couch leads them to a more open, free space. Marcus motions for Lexa to enter it and she is pleased to find a small, semicircular room with large, tall windows on the round wall that oversee Arkadia from two stories above. There is a round table in the middle with three chairs around it and several dishes waiting for Lexa's hungry stomach. Looking out the windows again, she wonders if this is a room they had up in space before the Sky People fell to the ground and if they could see the stars and the Earth from there.

"Did you live there? In space?"

Kane is now standing next to her and looking out the windows with his arms being his back, a pose that very much mirrors her own. It takes him almost a minute to reply; when he does, it is not without a sigh she cannot decipher. It sounds like nostalgia laced with relief.

"The Ark fell down about thirty years ago. I was just a kid then, twenty years old and sure that I would become someone important one day. Which I did," he acquiesces with a rueful smile, "but not for the reasons I wanted it then. The ground shaped me. I've spent more years on the ground than I did in space already. I have... changed a lot since then. I was eager, too ambitious, and too overzealous in following the rules. The ground taught me that rules need to be interpreted. I'm still eager," he chuckles, and Lexa almost lets a small smile escape her lips, "but what drives me now is love for my people. I want what's best for them, not for myself. And that," he turns his torso to her with a raised eyebrow and a kind smile, "is why I want the Sky clan to be a part of the Coalition."

"What do I have to do to make sure our common goal is achieved?" Lexa asks with caution as he turns back to the windows. She needs to tread carefully.

"Convince Clarke," Marcus says easily. It is as she thought. "Everyone else has their mind set. I have the deciding vote, but right now we are at a disadvantage. We need her yes to tie with the no's and activate the deciding quality of my vote. Otherwise, it's just a vote. Anyway." He turns to her again and extends an arm towards the table. "Shall we eat? Food's getting cold."

Lexa eats mostly in silence while Marcus tells her stories of the Ark, the stars, and their planet seen from space. She keeps her expression neutral, but is secretly fascinated and hangs on to his every word. She barely notices when she has finished eating and Marcus leads her out of the room. She is shocked out of her awe when he opens the door to his office to reveal none other than Clarke kom Skaikru.

"Commander, I'm sure you remember Clarke Griffin," Marcus says pleasantly. Lexa's eyes do not leave their new company's.

"Yes, our first meeting was... quite memorable."

Clarke has the decency to lower her gaze to the floor in a clear sign of shame. When her eyes return to Lexa's, she sees honesty in them.

"I wanted to apologize for that, Commander. I was unnecessarily rude," Clarke admits, and Lexa has to fight off a triumphant smirk. Instead, she dips her head in wordless assent. An uncomfortable silence spans for several long seconds, before Marcus clears his throat.

"So. Clarke will be your guide here, Commander. She will be at your disposal for anything you need and will help you acclimate to Arkadia. I genuinely hope that all your future interactions will be better than the first." He finishes with a warning glare at Clarke, who once again ducks her head in embarrassment. His attention shifts back to Lexa. "Commander," he nods. She nods back wordlessly and then he's off to somewhere else, leaving her alone with Clarke.

Lexa is not a fan of employing clichés, but the silence is deafening. Neither she nor Clarke know what to say or do now that Marcus is not there to act as a buffer. Eventually, Clarke clears her throat, thus ending their torture.

"I hope you enjoy your stay in Arkadia, Commander. Today, I would like to show you what each sector does around here."

~~~~

First, Clarke takes her to see the farms. Lexa is impressed with the technology they employ, some of it simple enough that the other clans can replicate. They lack the knowledge earned through years of experience, however, and Lexa can visualize how the other clans can help the Sky People complement their scientific expertise with conventional wisdom. The same would be true for hunting if her people were keen on using fire guns. Instead, it is a foregone conclusion that the Sky People have much to learn before they can hunt in an effective way that will truly allow them to live fairly comfortably through the harsher seasons.

During the day, Lexa realises that Clarke is bright and ingenious, though judgemental and opinionated. Lexa can see that the Sky Council member is making an effort, however, so she does not make her job too hard. Clarke talks her through her clan's decision-making process, some general laws and traditions, the way religion evolved on the Ark, and how the ground contributed to diminish the gap between classes.

"We all need to work to survive," Clarke explains. "Some people will always be lazy, some will work more than others, but opportunities are never amiss. If you work hard enough, life will be merciful. Or as merciful as it can be on the ground," she adds as an afterthought. Lexa takes the chance to point out that life can be easier for the Sky People if they ally with her. Clarke counters with a smirking 'maybe' and moves on.

Lexa feels a quiet sense of wonder, muted also byba slight prickle of fear and discomfort, when she first enters the medical aisle. Everything is white and pristine, and there are machines as big as Lexa that both sit the patients down in comfortable seats and lloom over them with big, mechanical arms. There are beds everywhere, an organised chaos of machines, healers, and patients. Lexa feels miserably out of place, but she can't help but marvel at how advanced the Sky People seem to be in terms of medicine. This her people can learn from.

"Raven has managed to build more equipment and make our medical aisle as effective as it can be." Clarke's husky voice provides pleasant commentary on all the technological wonders around them. "A lot of the doctors are still in training, but soon we'll have a hospital ready to answer everyone's needs."

Lexa turns to Clarke, dips her chin in a slight nod. "Our methods are more traditional. We answer many needs, but often find ourselves lacking the means to further our expertise. Our healers could learn a lot from yours," she says. Clarke turns to her with a pensive crease between her eyebrows. "And maybe they could teach your healers how to draw from nature to cure many ailments."

"That's... not such a bad idea," Clarke concedes, and a smile ghosts over pink lips, making the beauty mark above them tip upwards. "But we would have to think things through very thoroughly. That is, if we joined the Coalition."

"Of course."

Their day draws to an end when the sun has already hidden behind the walls of Arkadia and the sky is the same purple that colours its flags. Clarke explains to her that each of their cities is represented by a colour and together they form a rainbow. "I may have had a hand in that," Clarke confides, although the meaning of her sly smirk is lost on Lexa.

Clarke takes her to the door of her quarters and it is not until Lexa is about to nod her goodbye that the Sky leader clears her throat and extends her arm. Lexa's eyes take in the proffered arm, then find Clarke's gaze with a raised eyebrow. Clarke purses her lips and takes a deep breath.

"Look, I am— genuinely sorry for... for what happened yesterday. My behaviour was unacceptable."

Lexa is tempted to punish Clarke a bit further, but decides to offer an olive branch instead. She clasps Clarke's forearm and feels soft fingers wrap around her own. "You are unwaveringly protective of your people, Clarke. I can appreciate that."

Clarke's small, grateful smile is worth the concession.

~~~~

The next morning, Lexa leaves her quarters to find Marcus and Clarke waiting for her. Once all pleasantries are exchanged, the Chancellor invites her, with an eager tilt to his voice, to have the first meal in the mess hall.

Lexa accepts the invitation with polite words and Marcus takes the front of their little group of four, Gustus included. Lexa and Clarke walk side by side just a few steps behind.

"I hope you are liking your stay here, Commander," Clarke says after several seconds of silence.

Lexa gathers her thoughts before she answers carefully: "It is in many ways an experience unlike what I am used to. The sounds are different, the clothes too. There is no shortage of metal."

Clarke hums in agreement. "Technology has its pros and cons. Against it is the fact that you find yourself turning your back on your surroundings." Lexa's eyes must hold a question in them, for Clarke answers it immediately: "When everything you need is inside a wall, you end up exploring the world outside less and less."

"Maybe I can help your people find their balance."

Clarke shrugs noncommittally, but Lexa spies indecision in her eyes. It is not until some seconds later that Clarke decides to voice her thoughts.

"The problem with alliances is that they only last for so long. Eventually one clan's needs trumps the alliance's and everyone falls back into their old, warring ways."

Lexa understands Clarke's doubt; it has plagued her sleepless one too many nights. However, it is not just a matter of conviction. Lexa knows that if she manages to find a balance between codependency and independency, she can keep the Coalition alive for many ages. She wants her legacy to be enjoyed by many commanders after her.

"Clarke, I am trying to build something that will last for many generations. An alliance that will stand the test of time, a brand of peace that will outlive all of us," she says, unable to keep a thread of passion from her voice. "Something much stronger than the Pauna's fist and far greater than a hero's glory. War breeds legends, peace feeds civilisations."

Clarke's smile is teasing, but Lexa recognises it for the deflection that it is. "Nice speech, Commander."

She shrugs and lets her eyes glint with mirth. "I am not above making rousing speeches to sway your vote, Clarke."

~~~~

(there was more but it was incomplete so I figured this would be the best place to cut)

#clexa #clexa au #mine #my fics

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Chasing Butterflies: Nova’s Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 *_*_*_*_*_*

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

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

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

Nova sheepishly smiled, "Right, sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My dad will believe me."

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

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

 *_*_*_*_*_*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He what?" Marcus asked, shocked.

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

Nova's voice shook as she told her dad what happened. But if you looked close enough you could see that there was fire in her eyes. She would get justice one way or another. "I'm going to see if there is anything we can do to prove this. And when we do I will be there to personally float him." Marcus says to his daughter.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Another week went by of Nova being distant with her friends and waking up in the middle of the night because of her nightmares. Marcus has been working tirelessly with Jaha and Abby to try and figure out a way that they could prove what he did. The night before they finally reached a conclusion but Nova was already in bed before her father could tell her.

On Saturday morning Marcus and Nova sat in their small kitchen eating breakfast. It was silent for a while before Marcus finally decided to break the news to the young girl, "Nova?"

"Hmm." She hummed, still not looking up from her plate.

"You know how Abby, Jaha, and I have been talking?" Nova nods. "Well, we don't think there is anyway to prove what he did to you."

Nova froze. This was her worst fear. To speak up and still have to face him everyday. "Nova, babygirl? Are you alright?"

Nova slammed her fork down. She quickly pushed out her chair, making it fall to the floor. "Nova!" Marcus called. 

"What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I'm not alright! My rapist gets to roam free because it's my word against his! He was fucking right! There's nothing I can do about it. I am not alright, not even in the slightest. I'm pissed off. I'm hurt. I don't want to be alive anymore."

"Nova please, calm down. Just because we can't do anything right now, doesn't mean that we will never be able to do anything."

Nova bitterly laughs, "Right. So we're just supposed to wait around until he commits another crime? Hurts another innocent girl? This is bullshit and you know it."

"Nova please. I'll figure something out. Just stay here. I'll be back in no more than an hour." He reaches over and kisses Nova on the forehead before turning and leaving.

Nova sucks in a couple of breaths. She then squares her shoulders and leaves her home, taking the well known journey to Jericho's place.

When the door swings open and Jericho's eyes land on Nova's smiling face, he's shocked. "Nova, what are you doing here? Your dad told me that you didn't want to take lessons anymore."

Nova pushed past him, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. I just needed a break last week."

"Oh, uh, alright. Did you want something to drink? Tea?"

Nova's smile widens, "Tea sounds lovely." Unlike last time, this time Nova follows him into the kitchen. When Jericho's back is turned her smile drops from her face. Her eyes harden into a glare as he starts to speak to her, though the words don't register.

She reaches over and picks up a pan. She holds it tightly in both hands and whacks Jericho over the head, instantly knocking him out. She slowly maneuvers him into a kitchen chair, tying his hands and legs to the chair so he can't move. She shoves a cloth in his mouth and grabs a long kitchen knife.

She pulls up a chair to sit across from him, waiting until he wakes up. When Jericho's eyes blink open Nova smirks. "Welcome to the land of the living. Don't enjoy it too much because you'll be dead soon."

Jericho's eyes widen in fear, he starts trying to speak though no words can be made out through the cloth, "Hush now, darling. It's okay. Be good for me." Nova patronizes. She leans forward pointing the knife under his throat, tilting his chin up. "I want you to look me in the eyes when I end your pathetic life."

She slowly stands up, pushing her chair away with her foot. She walks around Jericho, lightly dragging the knife across his face. She leans down to whisper in his ear, "Where should I cut first? Maybe an arm?" She moves the knife to one of his forearms.

"Or maybe I should just cut off both your hands so you can never touch a girl again." She moves the knife over his wrist. "Actually, I think it would be better if we start off closer to the penis." As she says the last word she slams the knife into Jericho's thigh.

This makes him scream in pain, though the sound is muffled. Nova chuckles, "This is fun." She yanks the knife out, making Jericho scream once more. She moves behind him once more, wrapping her arms around his chest. He tries to squirm away, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Nova mockingly pouts, "Why are you trying to move away from me? Just a couple of weeks ago you would have loved the feeling of my arms around you." When he doesn't stop trying to move away, Nova adjusts her hold on the knife and drags it across his ribs. Blood drips from the wound as Jericho grunts in pain. "Oops."

She quickly releases her hold on him, walking around to look him in the eyes once more. She eyes him carefully, "This is losing the appeal quickly. If I let you go, you won't say anything, right? Your cuts you got in some freak accident."

Nova reaches forward and pulls the cloth out of his mouth, "Why should I not say anything?" He says through clenched teeth.

"Because if you do you'll have to explain why I attacked you in the first place. And I already told my dad that you raped me. So that's two Kane's against a silly councilman."

"Fine, I won't say anything." Jericho spits out.

Nova smirks once more. She shoves the cloth back in his mouth which makes him start moving frantically, trying to get out of his binds. Nova quickly cuts Jericho's penis, tears springing to the older man's eyes. "See Jericho, the difference between me and you." Nova pauses, "I don't care if I get arrested. And the only way I'll let someone get away with disrespecting me," Nova scoffs, "Is if I'm dead."

Nova looks him directly in the eyes one last time as she plunges the knife through his heart. She cleans off the knife and her hands then leaves Jericho's home, returning to her own. As soon as she opens the door she is met with the frantic pacing of her father. 

Marcus turns to face the door when he hears it opening, "Oh my God! Are you alright? Where have you been?" Marcus rushes over to his daughter, checking to see if she is injured.

"I'm fine." She looks down seeing her shirt coated in blood, "It's not my blood." She answers emotionlessly.

"Nova... what did you do?" Marcus asks, shock evident in his voice.

"You may want to get to councilman Abraham's place before his wife gets home in two hours."  Is all she replies, "I'm going to go shower." She turns on her heel and walks into the bathroom. The next day Nova was arrested. 

Abby told everyone that Jericho died from a heart attack and that Nova found him when she went over for her lesson that day. Rumors started to be made about why Nova was arrested but the only people who knew were the people involved in the cover up, Dr. Griffon, Marcus, and the Chancellor. 

Of course Jericho and Nova knew the truth too. But only one of them could speak about it and she was locked in solitary for the next two and a half years.

#the 100 rewrite #The 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 oc #nova kane

[justinalovee]

Empty souls

0.05

Previous chapter

“We had no other choice!” Clarke was still struggling to convince Jill that they had to banish Murphy.

“Go fuck yourself!” Jill replied, walking past her.

Without thinking, Clarke grabbed her wrist to try to stop her from running away. The blonde wasn’t meaning to be aggressive; she was just fed up with people not listening to her. “I thought you wanted to work together? We need to talk to do that.”

Jill turned and glared at her. “What the fuck do you want from me? Forgiveness? Because you will not get it. I only agreed to come back to stop you and Bellamy from floating any more incident people.”

“It was for the best,” Finn said calmly, holding by the blonde's side, “and it wasn’t all her fault.”

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like it was. You found the knife and Bellamy warned you what would happen, and you Clarke, you ignored it. He got hanged because of you! If you had just kept you’re fucking mouth shut, none of this would have happened. Charlotte is dead because of you, not Murphy.”

Clarke shook her head, “that’s not fair.”

“Fair? You don’t have a clue about what an unfair life is like. All those higher ups on the ark sent us here to die after years of torture. And I’m the idiot for thinking you were different, but you’re not. You are just a mini Abby.” Jill hissed before shaking her head while storming off.

“What do you mean a mini Abby?” Clarke shouted after her confused. The blonde wasn’t even aware that Jill knew her mom.

______

“Do you want to eat with us?” Monty asked, giving Jill the same sympathetic look that he always did.

“No, I’m fine, but thank you.” Jill answered, smiling.

Monty was one of the few people she now spoke to, along with Jasper and Octavia. Miller sometimes made small talk with her, but Jill felt it was more out of politeness than anything else.

Octavia suddenly stood up and pointed towards the night sky. “Guys are you seeing this? Bellamy! Come look quick!”

Jill turned to see Roma and Bree exiting Bellamy’s. She rolled her eyes and twisted to see the sky again. Good to see he’s taking his leader position seriously. “I think we should go investigate it.”

“No.” Bellamy answered, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t asking your permission, Bellamy.” Jill snapped back. “Whatever has just fallen from the sky will attract grounders and god knows what else. If it’s supplied, we should get to it first.”

“She’s right, Bell,” Octavia chimed in. “We should go look before...”

“I said no, O. We need to wait until morning, it’s too dangerous at night.”

Jill shared a look with Octavia before following her brother into his tent. She stopped when she thought he hadn’t noticed her presence. Being alone with him made her nervous. Jill hated Bellamy; she found him intimidating.

“See something you like, princess?”

His question caused Jill to frown. “Don’t call me Clarke’s nickname, and no I see nothing I like.”

Bellamy turned to face her grinning, “If you wanted to spend the night in my tent you could have just said.” His cocky grin faded when he saw the serious look on Jill's face. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m onto you Blake. I don’t buy the act you are putting on for everyone else, there is another reason you want to wait until morning.”

Bellamy didn’t know if he should be mad or not. He didn’t like Jill sticking her noise into his personal business, but he had to give her credit. Jill was a lot smarter than she let on to others. She was the only one who could see through him.

“You aren’t even going to deny it?”

Bellamy shook his head. “Would there be any point? Even if I told you the truth, you still wouldn’t believe me.”

Jill shrugged, “true.”

“Fine. In the morning I will come and get you before I leave to go looking for the pod, okay?” Bellamy asked before falling onto his makeshift bed.

“Whatever you say Blake, I’ll see you in the morning, I guess.” Jill said before turning to leave his tent.

“Unless you just want to spend the night in here.”

Jill didn’t respond to his childish comment. She knew what men like Bellamy Blake were like, and she would not become another notch on his bedpost. Besides, she wasn’t over Murphy.

______

“What did you just throw away?”

Bellamy jumped when he heard Jill's voice behind him. She was incredibly quiet and creepy. Had she been following him full time? Of course, she had.

“What are you doing out here? Stretching your legs?” He asked innocently.

“Don’t screw me around, Blake. I knew you would leave on your own, my question is why? What are you hiding?” Jill asked, stepping closer to him.

Before Bellamy had time to answer, the unconscious brunette he left on the pod was storming towards him.

"Hey! Shooter! Where's my radio?"

Clarke and Finn closely followed the brunette. Jill huffed, she didn’t have time for this. All she wanted to find out was what Bellamy was hiding.

Bellamy glared at her, before throwing her against a tree. “I shoulda killed you when I had the chance.”

The brunette put a knife to his throat. "Really? Well I'm right here. Where is my radio?"

Radio? Son of a bitch. Jill zoned out while listening to how Bellamy shot Jaha and everything he had done was for his own selfish reasons. Murphy was right, she cared about what happened to the people on the ark, and now I sounded like they would all die because of Bellamy fucking Blake.

“Could you make flares?” Jill asked, finally speaking up.

“Of course I could, why?” The brunette replied, looking directly at her.

Jill shifted uncomfortably feeling four sets of eyes on her. “We don’t need to speak to the ark, we just need to let them know we are here.”

***

Jill did her best to not let out a sigh of frustration. Clarke had left with the new girl Raven to go look in a secret bunker that her and Finn found previously, which meant she was left walking back to camp with Bellamy and Finn.

“Have you heard anything from Murphy?” Finn asked, most likely trying to break the awkward tension.

“Yeah, we exchange letters weekly with the prison pen pal program.” Jill said sarcastically.

Bellamy let out a grunt, “She wouldn’t tell us, anyway.”

“Of course I haven’t seen him! And if I had the last person I would tell would be either of you hypocrites!” Jill yelled before walking in front of them. A few moments later she turned to look at the person now next to her, “Murphy wouldn’t have hurt Charlotte. He just wanted to scare her.”

“He definitely did that,” Finn said, raising his eyebrows. “We are both in predicaments, I guess.”

“They are completely different situations. You had sex with Clarke, and now your girlfriend turns up you feel bad? I love Murphy, and he was banished and threatened to be killed if he returned.” Jill felt awful after pointing out the differences. She wasn’t trying to be cruel, just truthful, Finn caused his own problems.

“Do you ever wish you stayed with him?”

Jill felt the tears start to build behind her eyes. “Every day. I tried to do the right thing by staying, but so far I’ve not done any good.”

Finn gave her a soft smile “you have, you might not release it, but you help people all the time.”

“I hope things work out with your love triangle.” Jill offered Finn a smile, before they both started laughing, irritating Bellamy who stormed past them.

______

At night they stood by watching lights flashing across the black sky. It didn’t work. Jill looked at Bellamy and saw the devastation on his face. He never meant for this to happen. Her gaze then fell to Finn wrapping his arm around Raven, he must have made his choice.

Clarke stepped beside Bellamy, “would you wish on it if it was a shooting stat?”

Bellamy never answered straight away, but his eyes landed on Jill. “I wouldn’t even know what to wish for. She’d want Murphy back though.” He ignored the strange look Clarke gave him before a head of brown hair was rushing towards him.

“This is all your fault!” Raven said, marching towards Bellamy. “None of this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t stolen my damn radio.”

Jill surprised everyone, including herself by defending Bellamy. “He knows, alright? Nothing will change what has happened.”

Raven glared at her. “The big hero over here says he did it all for his sister, but he's done it for himself and now all those people are dead.”

Wait, Octavia.

“Bellamy when was the last time you saw Octavia?” Jill asked, worried.

“I..I don’t know. Has anyone seen Octavia?!” He yelled.

Mumbles broke out among them, but nobody had a straightforward answer for where she was. Octavia was officially missing.

Next chapter

#the 100 fandom #the 100 fanfiction #bellamy the 100 #murphy the 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 #john murphy #bellamy blake #john murphy imagine #John Murphy/oc #John Murphy x oc #bellamy blake/oc #Bellamy Blake x oc #octavia blake #clarke griffin #finn collins #raven reyes #the 100 season one

[vmplvr1977]

do you have any royalty au type clexa fic recs?

A crown seldom enjoyed by onemilliongoldstars:

To maintain the fragile peace between north and south, Clarke of House Tyrell is sent to live in Winterfell as an act of faith between the two kingdoms. There, she is put under the protection of the first queen in the north, Queen Lexa of House Stark, Daughter of Wolves. A woman draped in steel and silver, wolves at her heels and rumoured to be a manifestation of the fury of the old gods; Clarke refuses to be awed be her quiet violence and cold smile. Instead of fostering unity, the meeting of the wolf and the rose lights a spark that spreads through the rest of Westeros, threatening to burn it to the ground. 

Notes: This is just fantastic! Completed

Hearts of Silver and Gold by legendofbisexuals:

At fourteen, Clarke, the Princess of Skaikru, discovers she is to marry Aden, the Prince of Trikru. Their marriage will aid their kingdoms, once part of a great and powerful country torn apart by a civil war, fractured into thirteen clans. When the princess is older and later arrives in Polaris to prepare for her marriage, she finds herself falling into the fairy tale love she’s always dreamed of but never dared to hope of having - only this love is not with her fiance, but with his sister, Princess Lexa, the soon to be Commander of the Imperial Trikru Army.

Notes: Bring a Kleenex box!!! The letters between them is just 🥰 Aden is a sweetheart and Clexa is torn between duty and love. WIP

A Home Once Found nutalexfanfic:

To quell the violence between the Frankish Empire and the invading Norsemen from Scandinavia, the King of Francia sends his daughter, Princess Clarke of Francia, to the Norse Commander as a gift. With their union, their people’s will become one, and the fighting will end. But Clarke has no intention of being anyone’s gift. Certainly not the murderous Norse Commander. 

Notes: I'm a sucker for Vikings! WIP

I do by gurj14:

As a Queen, Clarke needs to find a suitable match worthy of her legacy. She goes over the list of vetted candidates, and one in particular stands out (in more ways than one).

Notes: Only 2 chapters in, but it is so good! Queen Clarke, Soldier Lexa WIP

To Birth a Queendom by AngrySapphicHeda:

Princess Lexa's destiny was presented to her even before she was born: the rule of the kingdom of Arbor. But as the death of the rulers of the neighboring kingdom of Arcadia arise conflict between nations, she is forced to abandon that destiny and marry the unprepared daughter they leave behind and help her rule a kingdom that is not hers.

Notes: Only one chapter in, but such an interesting twist. Has enemies to lovers vibes. WIP

And I'll shamelessly plug my own:

Lost in Translation:

Clarke of House Griffin has been in hiding for twelve years, following a coup to remove her parents as the monarchs of Sky Nation. Her only friends are the Blake family, who help her hide from Jaha's men. Until Bellamy betrays her and sells her to slavers.

Now a slave and an ocean away, Clarke is brought to the auction block to be sold to a warlord. It is here that she meets Heda, who steps in on her behalf and protects a frightened Clarke from the other warlords. She purchases Clarke and offers her freedom, with one stipulation: marriage. Surrounded by strangers that speak little to no english Clarke must adapt to an entirely new way of life, new people and a wife.

Complete

Queen's Assassin series:

The continent is divided into Thirteen Kingdoms, ruled over by King Jake. After Lexa's father mounts a coup to take control of the Thirteen Kingdoms, Clarke is forced to become the slave of the man who murdered her parents. Treated horribly and thrown into the arena to fight, the only comfort in Clarke's life is Lexa who visits her secretly every night.

Notes: A three part series with Lexa as Queen of the Thirteen Kingdoms and Clarke is her Royal Assassin. Clarke is the rightful Queen, but is forced to abjure her throne to protect Lexa and stay alive. Follows Clexa from the age of six to adulthood. WIP 

There are so many more that I have in my To Be Read bookmarks. If I finish them, I'll add to the list!!

#clexa fic recs #my recs #clexa royalty au

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Virago 21. Strength of Spirit

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it. 

Post Date: 10.30.20

Word count: 2.2k

Based off: 02x10 “Survival of the Fittest”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Masterlist

100 Master List

The next morning you woke up to find Lincoln and Bellamy preparing to leave, “Hey,” Bellamy says leaning down to you.

“Hey,” You respond getting up. “You ready?” You ask.

“Yeh, we’re leaving in 10,” He responds as you stand up.

“I’ll let you get ready. Just be careful, okay?” You say.

“I will,” Bellamy says starting to walk away. 

Before you knew it you felt yourself pulling him into a hug. Neither of you said anything and stood there, for what felt like minutes. Soon enough, Bellamy pulled away as he needed to finish preparations. You watched as he and Lincoln walked off into the forest, hoping you’ll see him soon. Only a few minutes the rest of your group pack up and head back to Camp Jaha. 

After you settle back into camp, Kane tells you to go into the meeting room to wait for the grounders to arrive to talk about the war strategies. You reluctantly listen to him and go to wait. You stand next to Octavia as we waited for the grounder troops to arrive. Once they walked in you could feel the tension and the uneasiness between your people and the grounders.

“Quiet down,” Kane says as he enters the room, and then gestures for Indra to walk further into the room.

“Don’t worry. My shock baton’s got your guys back,” The guard next to Octavia and you says.

“How about you stick it up your ass instead?” Octavia says back.

“I know we don’t have a lot in common. But we do have a common enemy...and a common goal. And for us to reach it, to get our people out of Mount Weather...we need to work together,” Kane says before speaking some words in the grounder language. “Our survival depends on you sharing your knowledge of this world,” Kane continues before you notice Murphy shoving a grounder. Catching everyones attention in the room.

“Mr. Murphy. Apologize to that man,” Kane says.

“For what?” Murphy asks. “He was the pne who came at me,” Murphy says.

“Two days work detail,” Kane syas.

“Work detail? I just told you I didnt--”

“Care to make it three?” Kane interrupts and Murphy thankfully walked away yet the grounder kept speaking to him. Murphy could handle it and threw a punch at the grounder causing a fight to break out through the entire room. You and Octavia quickly worked to try to break it apart but it didn’t seem to work.

Soon enough you were able to settle the fight. Since Kanes little spiel didn;t seem to work every cleared out and the grounders went to train outside.

“Impressive...aren’t they?” Kane says to you and Octavia as you two walked up to watch the fights. Octavia had that same look in her eyes as you did, that you wanted to fight and train like them. “What doesn’t kill them...makes them stronger,” Kane says.

“I am,” Octavia walks to Indra after she says something in her language. You assume she asked whos next. 

“We’re supposed to train together. Right?” You ask following her and standing next to Octavia. You knew you wanted to get in there just as bad as Octavia. 

“Only warriors train here,” Indra says coldly.

“I saved your life,” Octavia says looking at Indra.

“And now i’m saving yours. Both of yours,” Indra says before speaking to her people. Octavia walked off clearly upset that Indra wouldn’t let her fight. You noticed as Kane made rounds to the guards shooting guns and decided to watch them. Kane tried to offer a grounder to shoot a gun before Indra interfered. 

“Guns keep them alive. It’s like they’re afraid of them,” Kane says as the grounders go back to their training.

“They are. Legend has it if a grounder picks up a gun, even to shoot another grounder...Mount Weather will wipe out their entire village. Can’t have your blood supply defending themselves. Right?” Octavia says from the sidelines.

“If we don’t arm them...we can;t win,” Kane says.

“Like hell we can’t, “Octavia says getting up from her seat and walks away.

“We don’t know enough about these people,” Kane says.

“She sure seems to,” the guard besides you says.

“More that you guys,” You say.

“What can you tell us?” Kane asks turning to you.

“Not as much as Octavia can tell you,” You say before following after her.

“Hey,” You say catching up.

“Hey,” She says.

“I know you want to get in there as bad as I do,” You say sitting on the sidelines.

“Yeh, if only Indra would let us,” Octavia says as you watch them. 

A few hours pass and you spend time unpacking your stuff from the trip. Soon enough you hear a knock on you door and open it to find Octavia. 

“I’m gonna make Indra let me train. You in?” She asks holding out another machete to you.

“Hell yeah,” You say grabbing the machete and following her outside. Just as you made it outside you noticed as the grounders were about to leave. Nothing stopped you and Octavia from getting in their way.

“Time for two more?” You ask as you meet up with Indra.

“Step aside, sky girls. We’re hungry,” Indra says.

“Make us,” Octavia says.

“Fio, Penn. Give these girls what they want,” Indra says before moving out of your way.

You watched as one of the men approached you and the other to Octavia, “Let’s do this,” Octavia says as you both prepare to fight.

You quickly go in for aswing with the machete Octavia gave you as she does the same. The man blocks your swings and grabs your arm. He pulls you towards him and knocks you with his head, sending you backward. But you weren’t gonna give up that easily. As you gathered yourself you notice Octavia being thrown to the ground.

“Hey, are you gonna give up that easily?” You say as you notice the man turning away from you as Octavia gets up.

“They want more? Oblige them,” Indra says.

The man starts to run towards you and swings, you ducted quickly and knock him in the back of his head with the blunt side of your machete. The man quickly turns around and elbows you in the face sending you to the ground. 

“Indra. Stop this,” Kane says trying to intervene. Indra ignores Kane’s request and says something to the men.

You and Octavia get up and take quick jabs to your respective sparing “partner”. The man fighting you barely budges. He takes you by the leg, picking you up, and tosses you away from him, into the muddy water. Even though you could feel pain in every body part, you muster every last bit of energy you have and charge at the man. Only to have your legs swiped out from under you. The man doesn’t hesitate one moment to kick you further away. As you try to gather your strength again, Indra interrupts the fight for both you and Octavia, stopping them from continuing.

Kane tries to help you up but you just shake him off, “I’m fine,” You say struggling to get to your feet. He then goes and helps Octavia up. 

“What are you two trying to prove?” Kane asks as the three of you head inside the Ark.

“What doesn’t kill you...makes you stronger,” Octavia struggles to get out. Kane takes Octavia into medical, but you continue down the hall to your room.

“Y/N, you should get to medical,” Kane says yelling after you down the hallway. You just continue to walk, ignoring him.

“Please, if not for me. At least yourself,” Kane says now closer to you. You turn to face him and silently let him know that you’d go. He walks with you into medical and you sit down on a cot. He doesn’t hesitate one moment to take care of your wounds. Not feeling up for a fight, you let him.

“Y/N...I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you more. That I didn’t visit more. You know why we had to float--” Kane starts.

“Don’t finish that sentence...You know I completely understand, but you also know the reason I’m still mad,” You respond. Before Kane could respond he was called by one of the guards. The nurse continued to tend to your and Octavia’s wounds. 

“What do you want?” Octavia says. You look up and notice Indra was standing above you two.

“You two fought like children today. All aggression. No thought, no defense. Always leaving yourselves exposed. Revealing your next move before each strike.

“Ok. We know. We got our asses kicked. That should make you happy,” You say.

“It does. Because neither of you gave up. Strength of spirit like that is rare, especially in two people. It must be guided,” Indra says intriguing both of you. “Do you know what a warrior’s second is?” Indra asks.

“An apprentice,” You respond.

“I can make both of you great warriors. Octavia and Y/N of the sky people...if you’re willing to do what it takes to train with me. I can only have one second, so you two must decide between eachother who takes the spot. I will train the other but not as my second,” Indra says.

“What’s in it for you?” Octavia asks.

“First lesson: never question me,” Indra says clearly waiting for a response. 

You look at Octavia, “You can be her second,” You say.

“Are you sure? Thought you’d put up more of a fight?” She asks.

You turn to her and take her hands into yours, “This is meant more for you than me. I want to learn to fight more than anything, and I know you know that. But you...you are meant to be a second, not me. You can give this your full attention, whereas people are looking to me for our next move,” You say. “I’m willing to train with you but let Octavia be your second,” You say looking to Indra as you notice her walking out.

“I’m in,” Octavia quickly says.

“Good. We’ll start tomorrow. Both of you,” Indra says before walking out. You and Octavia look at eachother and smile, finally knowing that you two got what you wanted.

As soon as you were done getting your wounds tended to you walk back outside with Octavia and take a seat at the chairs. You watch as Indra cuts off a piece of meat that she and the grounders hunted.

“Eat. Get strong. Only then will we win this war,” Indra says holding the plate out to the people on our side. 

Kane walks forward, “Thank you,” He says before taking the plate from Indra. Everyone else quickly gathers to get food as Kane approaches you and Octavia.

“You two did this,” Kane says sitting next to you.

“You’re welcome. Don’t blow it,” Octavia says as you sat silently.

“The boar put up a better fight than you two,” One of the grounders says to you and Octavia before handing you two a plate of food.

“I see you two are making friends,” Kane says as you take a bite of the boar.

“What do you want from us?” You ask finally speaking up.

“What do you thinks gonna happen...once we get your friends back? For now, we have a common goal. But one day, this war’s gonna end. With them,” Kane says.

“Just get to the point,” Octavia says.

“We know so little about them. You two have earned their respect. I need you two to be my eyes and ears,” Kane whispers.

“You’re asking us to be spies?” You ask annoyed.

“I’m asking you...to look out for your people,” Kane says.

“I am,” You say before getting up and heading into the Ark.

As you were getting ready for bed you heard a knock on your door. You open it to find non-other than Kane. “What do you want?” You ask standing in his way.

“May I come in?” He asks. You reluctantly move out of his way and let him in. “I just wanted to check on you...just make sure you’re ok,” He says quietly.

“Like you care,” You say sitting in the seat at the table.

“I do, Y/N,” He says.

“You didn’t care enough to check on me back in space. So why now?” You question.

“You know I had a lot of responsibilities,” Kane says.

“That clearly took precedence over your BEST FRIENDS daughter. But you’re chancellor now and look at you. Finding time to talk to me. How ironic,” You say slumping into your chair.

“Y/N…” Kane says clearly upset with himself.

“No. I’m done with the excuses. It’s too late to put the work in now. So here’s the deal. I will listen to you as the Chancellor and I will be there for meetings. But past that, I don’t want to hear anything about you trying to be my father figure after abandoning me all those years. You got it?” You say leaning towards him.

“Ye--yeah,” He says quietly. You sit there for a few awkward moments before he gets up and leaves. 

“Just know Y/N. I will always be here for you now if you need it,” He says and closes your door.

A/N: Octavia and Y/N finally got their fighting moment. And more into Y/N and Kane’s relationship. BTW i never edited this bc i was lazy, so sorry for all the mistakes Thanks for reading!

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Sub Rosa [55]

x. die all, die merrily

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: I mean, the title says it all, people die, there is fighting and violence. also some light smut, a lil touch of kidnapping, and some language to finish it all up.

Summary: the final conclave begins, and 13 clans fight for the ultimate prize: surviving the apocalypse. 

a/n: I AM NERVOUS TO POST THIS BC APPARENTLY THIS IS A LOT OF YALLS FAVORITE EPISODE EVER SO I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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March 27th, 2150; Polis

You wake to the sounds of yelling outside. 

Your eyes pull open slowly, blinking against the bright light of the sun that streams into the room from the balcony. You roll over, coming face to face with Bellamy, who is looking down at you and smiling. You give him a sleepy smile in return. “How long have you been up?”

He glances towards the balcony, before his eyes fall on you again. “An hour or so. Sounds like they’re prepping for the conclave.”

You hum in agreement. “Didn't Clarke say it starts tomorrow? I’m sure there’s a lot to be done and not much time to do it in.”

“Does that mean we have to help too?”

You laugh at the grimace on his face, clearly not excited about this prospect. “Probably.”

He sighs and starts to stand from the bed, but you grab his hand and pull him back down towards you. He looks at you in surprise as you give him a mischievous look, pulling him down even closer, until his face is inches from yours. “We can have some fun first though, don’t you think?”

He catches onto your line of thinking easily, and he gives you a look full of fire and passion. He answers your question with a searing kiss, your previous separation making you savor the kiss more than you usually do. His hands come to land on either side of your face, holding you in place as he kisses you like his life depends on it. Like he’s a drowning man and you’re a tank of oxygen sent to save him. His hands slide from your face, down to your body, sliding all over you, the feeling of his skin on yours electric. 

He pulls you closer to his body, tugging until you move to straddle him, the fur blanket sliding off of you as you do. You run your hands down his already naked chest, his shirt on you, your favorite thing to sleep in, and he smiles up at you. You tug the shirt off and toss it to the side, and his eyes roam your body with appreciation, taking you in. You have to resist the urge to cover up, knowing how much he likes to look at you, but still, you whisper, “You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring. I’m drawing a detailed image of you in my brain for later, and I want to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

His fingers trace over a few of your scars, the one on your shoulder from the arrow, the one on your leg from Roan, and the one on your side from the assassin, and you can see his eyes mapping their location on your body. You copy the motion with him, carefully tracing the scar on his side, the one you stitched up. He glances down at it, the small, jagged little scar, shaped like an uneven lightning bolt. “It is crooked. Sorry about that.”

“Don't be, I like it. It reminds me of you.”

“It looks like lightning. The perfect scar for my stormy boyfriend.”

He gives you a peculiar look. “You think I'm stormy?”

You lean down and kiss him, chasing away the insecurity that seems to creep up. “Not in a bad way. Storms are powerful, forces to be reckoned with. Sometimes they rage and crackle, but they cleanse too, and help the Earth grow.”

He smiles up at you, his face softening and his earlier insecurity now gone. “And you are radiant. Breathtaking. Beautiful.”

He kisses you in between each compliment, lingering on the last one, making it long and slow. You open your mouth, granting his tongue access, and they dance and move together in a perfect symphony. As he kisses you, you both slide out of any remaining undergarments, both of you naked and warm against each other. The usual vulnerability, and fear, that comes with being naked around another person is lost on you, because Bellamy is careful to radiate nothing but love and adoration, wanting you to feel safe and secure. 

He breaks the kiss to watch you as you sink onto him, both of you moaning with pleasure. He rolls you both, situating your body beneath his, his arms supporting his weight next to your head, caging you between them. Your eyes lock as you move together, finding your rhythm, and his other hand slips between your bodies to bring you closer to the edge. You fall first, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back in pleasure, and the sight of you sends Bellamy over right after.

He kisses you again as you come down from your high, the kiss lazy and sloppy, both of you feeling like jelly as your pleasure rolls through you. Bellamy eventually rolls off you, laying down at your side, turning to watch you. You turn to face him, smiling up at his freckled face and messy curls, “Tell me about the gods.”

He smiles, always ready to oblige, before launching into his story. “Persephone, better known as the goddess of the dead and Underworld, wasn’t always known that way…”

-

March 28th, 2150; Polis

Bellamy’s hand is held tight in your own, slick with sweat from nerves as he leads you down the hall, towards Octavia’s room. The tradition of the Final Conclave has now begun, and in mere minutes, Octavia will walk onto the stage in front of everyone, and accept the sigil of her clan, your clan, and fight until the death for Skaikru. 

When Bellamy reaches the door, he turns and looks at you, nervous, and you nod your head, reassuring him. He lifts his hand and knocks, and Octavia looks his way, quickly looking away again when she realizes who it is. “You here to give me a pep talk?”

He drops your hand and steps into the room, settling onto the couch beside her. You linger in the doorway, here for emotional support more than anything, watching Bellamy make his last attempt to save his sister. “You don't have to do this. We can find someone else to fight. “

“If I die, I die. At least I go down fighting.”

“O-”

She cuts him off immediately, shutting down his argument. “Don't. This is my decision, Bell. I know what the odds are, I don't need you pointing them out.”

You hear footsteps from down the hall, and you peek behind you, watching as your twin approaches you. Her face is set in a grim expression, not optimistic at all, and as soon as she looks up and meets your eyes, she calls out, “It's time.”

You nod, turning to pass the message along to Octavia, but she must have heard because she is already standing and walking your way. You get a good look at her make up as she approaches, the dark war paint painted over each of her eyes in the shape of an upside down “L”. You realize immediately what her inspiration is, and as she stops in front of you, you whisper, “Lincoln’s tattoo.”

She nods once, confirming your suspicion, and you see a quick pass of nerves cross her features. You reach out and squeeze her shoulder, offering her comfort. “He’s always with you, especially now, and I know he's proud of you.”

She gives you a small smile before walking past you and out the door, walking down the long hallway to the stage. You and Bellamy follow her path until you meet up with Clarke, who leads you out a side door and into the crowd, just in time to watch Gaia, Indra’s daughter, announce, “Octavia kom Skaikru, step forward.”

Octavia steps up onto the stage and ducks her head, allowing Gaia to attach a necklace around her neck. “Accept the sigil of your clan and fight with honor as their champion.”

She walks across the stage and comes to a stop beside Roan, and you and Bellamy exchange a look as Gaia begins her final speech. “Soon will begin the Final Conclave, a battle to the death within the walls of Polis. These warriors will fight until only one remains. When that warrior collects all of the sigils from the fallen and delivers them to me, they will be declared the victor. This final champion alone will tell us which clan is meant to survive in the crypt of Bekka Pramheda, and which clans are meant to perish in Praimfaya. Osir koma op daun bilaik slip daun kom bleirona, ba mafta op Won bilaik hef em op mou beda.”

Kane translates for you and Bellamy, able to understand the words faster than both of you can. “We honor those who fall by the sword, but follow the One who wields it best.”

Somewhere behind you in the crowd, someone yells, “Daun bilaik ai!”

That would be me. You all turn and watch in shock as Luna stalks through the crowd, shoving people out of her way to get to the front, and you can sense trouble brewing as soon as you see her face. “Shit.”

Bellamy looks at you, not understanding what you mean, not aware of just how bad things got for Luna on Becca’s Island. She stalks onto the stage and comes to a stop in front of Gaia. “I'm Luna kom Floukru, and I'm the last of my clan.”

“We know who you are...The Natblida who ran from her conclave.”

“I'm not running from this one.”

Gaia turns and grabs the last necklace from the bowl, turning to face the angry Nightblood. “Accept this sigil, Luna kom Floukru. But with your clan gone, who will you fight for?”

“I fight for no one. I fight for death.” She snatches the necklace from Gaia’s hands and turns and holds it up for the crowd. “When I win, no one will be saved.”

Her words immediately send a wave of murmurs through the crowd, and Gaia quickly solves the problem by dispersing the crowd and sending the warriors down into the weapons room to arm up and prepare for the battle. You, Kane, Bellamy, Clarke, and Jaha all cluster in a circle, quietly discussing Luna's arrival when Gaia comes over to your group, voice full of authority. “Skaikru! Three advisors to the worgeda. The rest of you, report to your designated safe zone. Now.”

Kane gestures to you and Bellamy, “Come on. We have to get her ready.”

Jaha reaches out and grabs Kane’s arm, stopping him from leaving. “This conversation isn't over. The death wave will be here within three days, and here we are, risking the fate of our people on a blood sport?”

Clarke corrects him, “The fate of all people, You heard Luna.”

“She's just one of 13.”

You wince, remembering when you walked in a room to save Luna from at least 6 men, only to find that she had already saved herself. And that was after being repeatedly tortured. “You're wrong. She's a Nightblood novitiate, which means she trained in combat exactly like this.”

Bellamy looks at you, misunderstanding you. “You want us to cheat?”

“No.” You look at him, shaking your head. “I only mean that Luna is the walking definition of killer warrior, and that scares me.”

Kane adds, “Besides, you know the rules. If we break them, we lose, and if we lose, we die.”

“The rules are not the problem, Marcus. The game is. Even if we stop Luna, even if Octavia finds a way to win, does anyone truly believe that the Grounders will accept Skaikru as the lone survivors?”

“Yes. The conclave is sacred, they'll honor the winner. Like it or not, we're all Grounders now.” The words tug at a memory, Bellamy standing in the middle of a circle of delinquents, convincing all of you to fight the Grounders coming your way. But Kane pulls you from that memory when he looks at Jaha, and says, “You get our people to the safe zone, we'll have Octavia ready for the fight. The rest is up to her.”

You and Clarke nod at each other, knowing you’ll see each other again soon, after the Conclave. Either as the sole clan to survive Praimfaya, or as one of 13 clans left outside to perish. Bellamy walks close to you as you follow Kane into the weapons area, leading you over to Octavia. As you walk towards her, you eye the competition, taking notes on their weapons, their fighting, anything you can gather that might help her. Kane seems to have the same idea because as soon as he stops in front of her and you and Bellamy stop beside him, he starts, “All right, listen to me. The Blue Cliff Warrior, she has two corvo blades. I just saw her practicing. She's left handed, you go for her weak hand.”

“Okay.”

You add to his point, “Plains Rider and the warrior from Shallow Valley, they're strong, but slow. You can avoid them, not to mention the black rain, which could fall at any moment, so stay close to cover.”

Beside you, Bellamy fidgets in place, turning and looking away, which does not go unnoticed by you or Octavia. She snaps, “What, Bellamy? If you've got something to say, just say it.”

“You don't need any of this. When the starting horn blows, just stay out of sight and let the others thin out the competition.”

“You want me to hide?”

“You don't need to go up against the strongest warrior from every clan.”

“I came here to fight.”

Bellamy bends down a little, matching their heights, his voice almost pleading, “You were the girl under the floor. Use that, just like Mom taught us.” 

Kane nods, “Bellamy's right. You don't have to kill all 12 warriors.”

“I just have to kill the last one.”

All of you exchange a nod, now on the same page in terms of strategy. Behind you, one of the Flamekeeper scouts announces, “Ambassadors and advisors, to the tower. Champions, to your flags.”

Kane and Octavia hug, quick and fierce, before she turns to Bellamy. They hover near each other, unsure whether they should hug, and eventually Octavia settles on, “May we meet again.”

“Damn right we will.”

Bellamy’s voice is sad, and he looks like he wants to hug her, but he’s so worried about upsetting her before the battle that he doesn’t. He just turns and starts to walk away, leaving you and Octavia alone. You don't hesitate to hug her, reaching out and grabbing her, squeezing her tight and passing along as much love and strength as you can through the hug. She hugs you back tight, almost desperate, and when you pull away, both of you have tears in your eyes, aware this might be your last goodbye. You smile through your tears, “You were my first friend on the ground, and the first person to see me as someone other than the Invisible Twin. Now you’re my people, my family, my sister. I am so incredibly proud of you.”

She smiles at you and you see her fighting back her tears, not wanting anyone to see her crying. She squeezes your arm and whispers, “I love you. Bellamy too.”

You nod, already aware, because you knew the siblings couldn't stay upset with each other long. Lincoln's death left a mark on their relationship, but that doesn't mean their relationship was irreparable. You start to answer when one of the Flamekeepers grabs your arms and pulls you away, pushing you towards the door to the tower. You turn and wave one last goodbye to Octavia, eyes watching the small girl melt into the crowd of warriors who have been fighting longer than she’s been alive. You meet Bellamy at the elevator, and his face is fallen, completely upset. You slip your hand in his and he looks over at you in surprise, so lost in his own head that he didn't even hear your approach. “What did she say?”

“She said she loves you.”

Surprise takes over his expression, then regret, and he immediately drops your hands and turns away, “I have to tell her I love her.”

But the Flamekeeper who pushed you out of the room blocks his path, pushing him back towards the elevator, not allowing him to leave. You can tell Bellamy wants to fight it and fight him, but you reach out and grab his hand again, pulling him towards the now waiting elevator. “She’s going to win, Bellamy. You can tell her afterwards.”

He nods and you ride the elevator to the top, meeting up with Kane in the throne room, just as the horn sounds, signaling the beginning of the conclave. You can hear the sounds of fighting immediately, and the tensions inside the room are high as you hear the clang of swords and the thud of fallen bodies. Minutes later, Gaia comes into the room and announces, “The first two champions have fallen.”

Everyone turns towards her, absolutely terrified that she will say the name of the warrior from their clan, and you, Kane, and Bellamy are no exception. 

“Gael kom Ingranronakru, yu gonplei ste odon.”

One of the Flamekeepers walks over to the candle that represents the Plains Riders and puts the flame out, ending their battle for the bunker. You all watch the Flamekeeper turn away from the snuffed candle and walk towards the next one, and your heart drops as every step he takes brings him closer and closer to the Skaikru candle. Bellamy whispers, “Please don't be her.”

Luckily, but still heartbreaking, the Flamekeeper stops just shy, in front of the Trikru candle, as Gaia announces, “Fio kom Trikru, yu gonplei ste odon.”

Relieved, you turn to Bellamy. “Octavia's still out there.”

Bellamy’s eyes turn towards you, full of tears, his expression breaking your heart. “I couldn't tell her I loved her, even with the world ending.”

You squeeze his hand, still held tight in yours. “Trust me, Bellamy, she knows.”

He nods and his eyes drop to the floor, lost in his head again, and you and Kane share a look. With nothing else to do now, except wait, you and Bellamy head out to the balcony with your binoculars, watching the fights alongside Gaia. Kane comes out onto the balcony as you watch the Blue Cliff warrior kill the Sangedakru warrior, and Bellamy lets out a small gasp at the sight of the death. When you turn to look at him in confusion, he nods towards Kane, and you follow him as he leads you over to the Chancellor. Bellamy’s voice is low when he mutters, “We just saw the Blue Cliff warrior kill the Sangedakru warrior with a bow.”

“So?”

Bellamy looks at you, and you remember your pre fight conversation with Octavia. You tell Kane, “So, we saw her before the fight. She didn't have a bow, she had two swords.”

“Yeah, the corvo blades.” He shrugs, not understanding your worry. “Well, she could have picked up a bow off the battlefield.”

You and Bellamy exchange a look, both of you aware that someone you know is exceptionally good with a bow, and exceptionally good at betrayal. You both step back inside the room, scanning for the Azgeda spy, shaking your head when you don't see her. Kane comes up beside you, looking between you in confusion. “What is it?”

“Echo's gone.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Bellamy stalks out of the room, looking like a man on a mission, and you and Kane look at each other in panic before running after him. “Bellamy, wait!”

He spins around to face the two of you, annoyed at the interruption. “My sister is down there. Echo is cheating, and I'm gonna stop her.”

Kane shakes his head, “Let one of Gaia's scouts find her, and then Ice Nation will be punished.”

“They'll never catch her. Echo's a spy, this is what she does.”

He tries to walk away again but you grab his arm to stop him. “Listen to me, Bellamy, I’m with you. But running out there in broad daylight is not the way to fix this.”

“So, you think I should just stay here and do nothing?”

You shake your head, and Kane vocalizes a plan you were already starting to form in your head. “No. You wait until dark so you don't get caught. And then the two of you get her out of the fight and get back here without being seen. Clear?”

“Clear.”

-

The wait until nightfall is agonizingly long, and all you can do is hope that Octavia makes it until then, safely away from Echo’s arrows. When darkness finally blankets the city, only five lit candles remain. Floukru, Azgeda, Podakru, Louwoda Kliron, and Skaikru. 

Bellamy leads you through the streets of Polis, heading towards the building Echo is hiding in, careful to keep the both of you hidden from the view of any warriors or Flamekeepers. You’re close to the building when Bellamy abruptly stops and pulls you back behind a wall, disguised in the shadows. You know it’s too dangerous to ask why, but you don't need to, because a second later the Shallow Valley warrior comes into view. He seems to see something in the distance that you can’t see, because you watch him brace himself before a scream breaks free from the unseen force, and Luna comes running into view. She kills him quickly, easily, and just like that, five lit candles becomes four. 

Luna stalks out of view again, and as soon as Bellamy is sure it’s clear, he takes off running again, leading you the last few steps to the building. The two of you creep up the stairs slowly, remembering that Echo is up high, and when you reach the door to her hiding spot, Bellamy gives you two hand signals: push the door open and then immediately get down. You nod your head, letting him you know you understand, and then he counts you down from three. As soon as he puts his last finger down, you swing the door open as quickly and quietly as you can, before you immediately duck, Echo’s arrow landing in the door right above your head.

Bellamy runs forward and tackles her to the ground, and the two of them fight back and forth until he gets the upper hand, wrapping his hands around her neck and choking her. She is seconds away from death when you feel a knife to your throat and you freeze in place, voice frantic when you call out, “Bellamy.”

He turns and his face drops when he sees you, his hands instantly releasing Echo’s throat, allowing her to breathe. He steps away from her and the person at your back shoves you towards Bellamy, who catches you with ease, and when you turn around you really aren't surprised to see Roan standing there, sword pointed at you and Bellamy as he glares at you. “I should've known you three couldn't stay away. I heard you all the way down the street, you're lucky I wasn't a scout.”

Bellamy nods towards the Ice Nation spy. “We came to stop her.”

“Explain yourself.”

“I was only trying to help save our people.”

Roan sneers at her, “I am not my mother. I'm not willing to cast aside honor for power.”

“No one has to know.”

“You misunderstand. I will not allow your dishonor to give Luna an advantage, and you will not shame our clan ever again. You are Azgeda no more.”

Shock takes over Echo’s face, and you have to resist the urge to smirk at her. “Sire, wait.”

“You're banished, Echo, and when I win this conclave, make no mistake, there will be no place for you inside that bunker. Now get out of my sight, and off this battlefield without being seen, or know that you are the cause of the death of our people.”

She swallows hard, fighting back tears, before turning and leaving the room, sneaking out and off the battlefield, despite having nowhere else to go. Once you and Bellamy are alone with Roan, the sword comes back towards the two of you again, everything about the king threatening. “I take it by your presence here that your sister's still alive.”

“That's right.”

“If I call for a scout, she'll be executed right now.” He lowers the sword, leaving enough room for you to eventually pass. “But what fun would that be? You really think she can win, don't you?”

Bellamy smiles, looking proud. “I wouldn't count her out if I were you. She's survived harder things than this.”

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

“I got a better idea. After she guts you and before you die, you tell her I was the lucky one.”

Roan smirks at him and you feel Bellamy's hand slip into your own, letting you know it’s time to go. You step away first, pulling Bellamy behind you, both of you keeping your eyes on the Ice Nation King until you’re out of the room and back on the street. You begin the careful retreat back to the tower, taking a different path than before, just in case. It takes longer this way, but this path is darker, and easier to stay hidden in, and after a few minutes, you’re just outside the tower again. You and Bellamy look at each other and smile a little, relieved to have made it back without getting caught, but that relief is short lived. 

Just as the two of you start towards the door of the tower, two people jump out of the shadows, each one of them grabbing each of you, holding a rag over your mouth. The substance smells awful, and you know without a doubt that you shouldn't be smelling it, but you don't have much time to process that. You and Bellamy look at each other, both of your eyes wide in panic when you see the other in danger, and you fight against your captives. But by then, it's too late. The chemical has kicked in and you feel unconsciousness seize you rapidly, pulling you under at an alarmingly fast rate.

-

The first thing you notice when you wake is the heaviness in your head. 

It feels like someone popped open your skull, stuffed it full of rocks, and closed it up again. You try to pry your eyes open, but they feel heavy, weighed down by anchors. You groan and try again, prying them open with all your strength, closing them back again when they are met with a bright light. But then you hear someone next to you groan, and a hand brushes against yours, familiar and warm.

Bellamy.

This time when you get your eyes open, you turn his way, both of you looking at each other in shock before you confirm that each other is real. You reach towards each other, silently checking the other out, making sure you're okay. And as soon as you realize you are, you both turn and look around the room, realizing you must be in the bunker. Your eyes land on Clarke, standing at the desk in the room near Jaha, both of them looking towards you. You look between them, at the clench of Clarke’s jaw, the extra weight on her shoulders, and your stomach sinks. “What the hell did you do?”

Jaha is the one to answer, sounding unashamed of what he has to say. “If only one clan could survive, it might as well be ours.”

Bellamy turns to your twin, not believing what he’s hearing. “Clarke, you agreed to this?”

“It was her idea.”

You and Bellamy share an incredulous look, before you turn it on Clarke, in disbelief of what she’s done. She sets her jaw, trying to convince herself, and the two of you, of what she’s done. “We did what we had to do.”

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‘Until We Meet Again: The 100′s Final Season--Wasted Potential or A Fit Ending?’

Editor’s Note: Spoilers for the last season of The 100 as well as past seasons.

 I was surprised.

 In the closing hours of the sixth season of The 100, the CW announced that it would be getting a seventh season. They also announced that it would be the final season.

 What? FINAL season? Really?

 The fifth season was a great season for the show with the six-year time jump, ending in another time jump that spanned 125 years and a new planet. The sixth season was an intriguing new world and storyline. It had been a while since it went hardcore sci-fi…A.L.I.E. in the divisive third season…the sixth season did it with ripe possibilities, plot twists, and…as was usual for this show…actual death. Labeled Book 2, I had been curious to see where the creator Jason Rothenberg and the writers would take us given Book 1 took 5 seasons.

 But now? Would main characters Clarke and Bellamy (aka Bellarke) end the show together? Would humanity learn any better given they have survived at least TWO apocalypses? Would Octavia (my favorite character who had gone from the girl under the floor to Grounder to Skairippa to lethal Red Queen) get a happy ending?

 With 16 episodes announced, there was plenty of time. Plenty of time to close out the story. My co-worker who was a big fan of course was worried. She grew moreso the closer it got to the time when the CW usually promoted. And…NOTHING.

 A sign of things to come…or just paranoia?

What’s the Endgame?: The 100’s Serpentine Final Season Plot

 I’ll say this much. I was intrigued.

 At the end of last season, our main characters revealed to the people of the new planet Sanctum that the leaders they worshipped as gods were not. They used technology to transfer their consciousness into ‘willing’ people. After being that way for centuries, how would these people go on when their belief system had been revealed to be false? Some people were angry at being deceived. Others felt mad at Clarke and friends for revealing the truth, destroying their system of living.

 Meanwhile we had Clarke and the others still dealing with the truce between them and the Eligius prisoners that were part of their crew now. Their leader Diyoza was missing, leaving the Eligius adrift. And due to the end of Season Six, Clarke’s own crew were on a slippery slope, thinking her ‘daughter’ Madi was still the Commander.

 Four different factions. So many possibilities. They were possibilities that the writers appeared to want to touch on. And there was the question of…could they all get along? Be greater and better than the sum of their parts? Or was the last of humanity doomed to be in constant conflict?

 Then there was the disappearance of Bellamy…

  Ah! Bellamy. After being a co-leader with Clarke basically for most of the seasons, Bellamy found himself at the center of a new mystery. Moments after his sister Octavia disappeared into mist after being stabbed by new character Hope, Bellamy was full of questions about what had just happened. What he got was knocked out, dragged across the ground by people unseen, and then vanished into the Anomaly, a circle of light that was a mystery left over from last season.

 What followed was several different stories. There was Echo, Bellamy’s girlfriend, on the hunt for the vanished Bellamy. There was the mystery of what happened to Octavia. There’s Clarke and Friends chasing after her as well as getting to the bottom of the Bellamy mystery. Meanwhile, there was Madi left behind, dealing with her duty versus a desire for a normal life. There also was the growing tension between the Eligius prisoners and the natives of the new world.

 Because that was not enough, there were curveballs. Oh…that crazy Commander from the Flame, the symbol of the tribes united under Clarke? He possessed one of the last False Gods on this world. You had one of Clarke’s group Starscream-que Murphy and his lover Emori…also pretending to be Gods themselves due to a plot thread from last season. Diyoza and Octavia’s whereabouts revealed the origins of new character Hope…and a whole other world Bardo. And behind Bardo…was a loose plot thread that was seeded all the way back in Season Four. Oh, and did we mention there was a lot of time jumping, one prequel tale (aka a backdoor pilot), and world travelling a la SLIDERS.

 It was not unusual for The 100 to throw so many ideas at the audience. But so many ideas…INCLUDING THE KITCHEN SINK?  In the FINAL season?

 Yes, a few of the ideas were intriguing. On their own. But all of them…together?

 I could not begin to describe how many times I felt like I needed a cheat sheet to keep up with everything. And even then…there would be weeks where the viewers never saw a set of characters or a plotline. There was one case when one character was gone for weeks aka a long stretch of episodes. Worse given how important that character was to several characters, no one noticed they were missing.

 Or the time jumping. There would be a plotline with a plot twist. Then the show would jump back three months. Then it would move a few weeks ahead to show another angle. Or when it decided to explain the whereabouts of Bellamy, it chose an episode where time passed and then it jumped ahead to the present, picking up a storyline from another episode. It was the very definition of whiplash.

 At the start of the season, the writers pondered an interesting question. Was the last of humanity doomed to constant conflict…or could they be better than that? While the Bardo plot thread tapped into that theme, the show became style over substance. And that style…was smoke and mirrors. I thought that theme was being tackled with the four factions on Sanctum. Now? The writers gave up on it. Sadly.

 By the time the writers revealed the whereabouts of Bellamy, most of the season was over. Worry kicked in. Was there still time to resolve the characters’ stories…or would it be…a rushed ending?

 Speaking of which…

 The Girl Under the Floor: The 100 and Natural Ends

 Clarke. Octavia. Indra. Echo. Madi. Miller. The names go on and on.

 Throughout six seasons, viewers have gone through the highs and lows with these characters. Viewers saw Clarke kill her first love Finn. Viewers saw Indra take Octavia under her wing, giving her a mother figure that she missed in her own life. Viewers saw Madi lose her mind. The Conclave. Praimfaya. Mount Weather. A.L.I.E. Characters had been known to go through it on this show. Things happened. People changed.

 So near the end of The 100’s run, viewers wanted to know…how would their favorites end up?

 What they got…AGAIN…was smoke and mirrors.

 The writers appeared to be more focused on new characters than the characters that viewers had gotten to know over six seasons. In some cases, like Bardo native Levitt, it worked because he became involved with a character viewers cared about. In this case Octavia. Others like that Diyoza-lite chick had no connection to the faves, other than being annoying no matter how sympathetic she was written. Or worse, they were like Hope. A rapidly aged child of Diyoza, Hope was more whining annoying brat than a fighter like viewers expected her mother to be. Given more time, she might have become likable, but…there was no time.

And speaking of time…what of the old timers? The characters the audience cared about. So many characters have come and gone. Finn. Lincoln. Lexa. Jaha. Jasper. Clarke’s own mother Abby. Only a handful of the original 100 were left along with well developed supporting characters. With this being the last season, were they coming to a natural end?

 Octavia was being dealt with efficiently as the writers highlighted the fact that she was on a path to redemption after two seasons of darkness and introspective healing. But what about Clarke…THE MAIN CHARACTER? After doing what she had to do for her people, what would her happy ending be…at peace with Madi, finding a new love, and/or finding a way for all humanity to live peacefully in such a way that the sacrifices were worth it? Or what of Indra…what end does she deserve as a warrior? What of Madi…would she choose a normal teenager’s life or the life of being a commander of her warrior people?

 Off the top of my head, there were two characters who had quite a nice end. First there was Octavia. After the horrors she committed as The Red Queen and trying to make amends, she discovered redemption through the eyes of others who saw her through a different and fresh set of eyes. First, Hope who looked up to her as a mother figure. Then through the eyes of a complete stranger in Levitt who found her inspiring. She found the one thing that she had been looking for throughout the whole series: belonging and acceptance.

 The other character was Murphy. The cockroach. From the ‘Starscream’ of the group to showing some sense of right and wrong. And along with Emori, they were the ultimate scheme team. Slowly, but surely there was love. Posing as false gods presented a new challenge for them…what happens when a scheme team is given actual responsibilities for people. And through this challenge, the viewers learned exactly how much Murphy had grown through the series as well as explored layers to Emori that we did not even know she had.

 That was not the fate for all the characters we knew and loved.

  Madi started off alone in the series, discovering love through her motherly bond with Clarke. And the constant debate of teenage life vs leader life has been a constant with her a la BUFFY lite. She was finally given a taste of what it was like to be a teen…then the plot arc of the Bardo people ended that. Abruptly, I might add. In fact, her fate felt like shock value for value sake given some of the other stories for characters.

 Gaia appeared posed to be a long overdue love interest for Clarke. Not to mention that the writers were exploring more of her relationship with her mother Indra. Instead, she became the character who vanished for the majority of the episodes. Worse, NO ONE noticed she was gone.

 There were several more instances of this (can we talk about the fact that while Raven got moments, she did not really have ANY endgame developments?), it was the main narrative characters who appeared to get the worst of this.

 And nowhere was that clearer than with Bellamy Clarke.

  Bait and Switch, or the Strange Case of Bellamy Clarke

I had always heard that you could tell how a TV show felt about a character/actor by how they were written out of a show. A recent example that came to mind was Charisma Carpenter’s character Cordelia Chase during Season 4 of ANGEL by way of a coma when all fans knew she was the heart and soul of that show. 

Another example was the character of Professor Maxmillian Arturo (played with wit, humor, and intelligence by John Rhys-Davies) on the sci-fi show SLIDERS. Not only was he stabbed with a syringe that rendered him dumb, but he was shot and his body left on a planet that exploded. All IN THE SAME EPISODE. Yeah, no love lost between the actor and the people in charge during that show’s third season.

 Which brings us to Bellamy Clarke…

 Bellamy Clarke had been with The 100 since the beginning. A reckless bad boy except for when it came to his sister Octavia, Bellamy went from that to being a frenemy to other main character Clarke to being a good friend and co-leader (birthing the ship name Bellarke) to a capable leader in his own right. Along the way, he made so many mistakes. Bellamy clashed often with others. But he grew. And the time jump saw him get a capable girlfriend in Echo. His bigger drama would always be with his sister Octavia as they clashed as only siblings could clash, but there was always love there. So it made sense that he would want to know the mystery of Hope and how it tied into his sister turning into mist and vanishing.

 But…he vanished himself. For the first half of the season, the mystery of his kidnapping was a plot. And then…during a shootout involving Octavia, Bellamy appeared to be blown up in an explosion. Granted, The 100 did not shy away from killing off a main character (Lincoln, Lexa), but it was so jarring to see it happen.

Just as bad as seeing Bellamy later…as a disciple of the Big Bad on Bardo. After a bottle episode involving a man vs nature theme (a theme I do not like and did not like in this case). And time jumping. AGAIN. Can we say whiplash?

 And then…Bellamy was SHOT. BY CLARKE. Body…left…bleeding…on…the floor.

 Can we say DOUBLE whiplash?

 I was aware thanks to the co-worker who got me into The 100 that there was some off-camera drama going on. And because of that, the actor had asked for some personal leave time. So his filming was very, very limited. HOWEVER, I know enough after years of watching tv shows (the situation with the two actresses on THE GOOD WIFE for example) AND soaps to know two things. One…if a writer had an actor for a limited time, you wrote a complete arc. You also filmed as much as possible. And if you needed said actor back at the end of a show and was not sure if they would be available…go ahead and film a scene to insert in the last episode. It was what the fans that have followed a show for years deserves. PERIOD.

 Two…the fate of Bellamy could have been written better than that. In fact, the writers were better off having Bellamy die in the Bardo explosion while trying to save his sister. That at least was true to his character and his complete arc on the show. If they had to do the disciple arc at all, there had to be some conflict over his loyalty to Clarke or his loyalty to Bardo. Allow the other characters to be conflicted, something the writers normally did not shy away from. Show, don’t tell the struggle. If Clarke had to shoot Bellamy, it had to make sense.

 From what was shown, there was plenty of time for Clarke to get the book of Madi’s memories. There was time to just simply knock Bellamy out. And if Bellamy had to be shot, there was time to write in the fate of his body. To fans’ knowledge, Bellamy’s body was still laying there on the floor, bleeding out. To add insult to injury, FakeRussell…who was in the same scene…was in the next episode with no Bellamy mentions.

 So let’s review. Bellamy was blown up in one episode. Bellamy was left on a world to fight nature on another. Bellamy was turned into a brainless disciple on another episode. Finally, Bellamy was shot dead by his best friend (who happened to be his wife IRL. How meta.).

 Shows what the writers and creator feel about the actor, don’t you think?

 May We Meet Again…?

 Regardless of the management of the character of Bellamy, The 100 had another main character to deal with. Clarke Griffin had been the main protagonist since Episode 1. She had lost her first love, lost a great love, and made quite a lot of serious choices for someone so young. And given that the theme of the last season was about humanity and its way of living, it was a sure thing that Clarke would have to make another major decision. But…would Clarke get a happy ending?

 Well…this show would not be this show…and Clarke would not be Clarke if she wasn’t put through it. My problem was that up until the end, Clarke was basically a cameo in her own show. That itself was an oddity given that she was the one focused on the hunt for Bellamy.

 There was potential. From what to do about Madi to how she was coping with her mother’s death to some vibes between her and Gaia, Clarke had several things spinning in her orbit coming into the last season. And what was surprising was NONE of it was touched on. 

And then…Bellamy was shot by her and Madi turned up brain dead in the service of the Bardo arc.

 In the end, Clarke was with her friends. And she was happy. But…she was not with her daughter though Madi did wind up in a better place. She was not with anyone though a cameo from the actress who played Lexa in the early seasons was nice. And her mother’s death was not touched on…though that actress also made a cameo in the last episode.

 Does Clarke deserve a happy ending? Debatably yes. But this season a happy ending did not at all feel earned. And it would be one thing if there was another season. However, this was the LAST season. Worse, was the central theme of this last season…a main theme of the show itself…answered? Did humanity learn to be better, or would they stay in constant conflict?

 In the end…humanity DID learn to be better. Interestingly it took Octavia and Raven going to bat for humanity to make that happen. And that was after Clarke had again failed after making a near fatal decision for the rest of the group. After watching Clarke grow into a capable leader, I was saddened to see that in the end she felt like a footnote. As did Bellamy.

 Well…I guess I could look on the bright side…Octavia got a happy ending. And a complete arc. So did Murphy. Raven proved she was also an important character akin to the many times that Bonnie Bennett had to save all the characters on THE VAMPIRE DIARIES constantly, usually at great sacrifice to herself. But Clarke and Bellamy…the actual main characters…well…

 For a show to be told they got 16 episodes to wrap up plots that had been going on and characters that have been developed over 7 years, I would say it went out with a whimper. Given other shows with notice like HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER and THE MAGICIANS went out with just about everything wrapped up fittingly and just about all characters serviced almost correctly if not outright perfectly, The 100’s last season looked like patchwork in comparison. Like the writers threw everything at the wall to see what would stick. Or worse…they got so distracted by what was shiny and new, they forgot about the characters that viewers cared about.

 In the end, I guess the last season was like a sandcastle. It looked nice, but once the waves come in, it went away. So much potential…washed back into nothing.

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