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Our Souls Bleeding Tears of Anguish - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-Three

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Summary: The days following her arrest and imprisonment had been a roller coaster of emotion for Michelle, with far more downs than ups. The mix of fear, frustration, anger and sadness that stirred her insides almost made her sink into despair, and not being sure as to where Bellamy stood in all this made it even harder. She wanted him to show her he was back on their side.

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arnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 8 “Terms and Conditions”; episode 9 "Stealing Fire"; episode 10 "Fallen"), title adapted from quote from Katie MacAlister, execution, lots of blood

Pike suspended access to the prisoners, reinforcing security in front of and in the corridor leading to the cell where all the Grounders in the camp were still locked up, or interned as the new Chancellor preferred to put it, including Michelle herself. She woke up for the second time, curled up on the cold floor and sat up against the wall, crossing her legs. Her arms were bare since she had left her jacket in her room and although they were indoors, being dressed only in a tank top at the end of winter was rather unpleasant. She hadn’t been allowed to see or talk to her father in almost two days and she wondered what was going to happen to her. Pike said they weren’t on the Ark anymore, implying that back then, she would have been floated but not down here, but now she wasn’t so sure about the fact that she wouldn’t walk out of this cell only to be executed.

She was arrested by Bellamy before she could even tell her father that Pike knew there was a mole, and that his suspicions had befallen him. She only hoped it would be all right for him. She dreaded seeing the only parent she had left die before her eyes. Staring into the void, she kept rehashing the same thoughts until she heard movement in the hallway, and she turned her head. Sinclair, the chief engineer back on the Ark and here, was pushed into the cell, just like she was, except he didn’t collapse to the ground. He noticed Michelle and seemed chocked to see her there. This immidietaly told her that her father had no idea where she had gone and it pained her, knowing he was probably doing anything he could to find her and at the same time, find a way to stop Pike.

“This cell will soon be filled with both my people and yours.” Lincoln walked up to Sinclair and Michelle stood up, approaching them. “What’d you do to get here?”

“Whatever it took. I have a message for you from Kane. Get ready. You too, Michelle. Tonight’s a go.” He stepped away and the Grounder and the young woman exchanged a look before she went back to sitting against the wall, her legs stretched out in front of her. Whatever this plan of theirs was, she might have a chance to get out of here that very night. A few hours later, Sinclair called for a guard, telling him he was ready to speak, and they sent for Bellamy who arrived shortly after. He came up to the fenced cell door, facing Sinclair. Michelle stayed put, a hand on the ground, on the go. Both her and Lincoln were watching.

“You have something to say?”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Everything.” Sinclair nodded.

“I want immunity. I’m the Chief Engineer and this camp needs me.”

“That’s up to Pike, but it shouldn’t be a problem. What have you got?”

“So…” As he was beginning to speak, or really pretend to give information, Lincoln walked towards them.

“The cowards make their deals to save their own skin.” Bellamy told him to be quiet, but the Grounder kept going at it, adding fuel to the fire. “Can’t defeat the army at the gate? So, you turn on your own? Make you feel strong?”

“I said, “be quiet”.” He repeated.

“I’m not the one who needs to be silenced. He’ll tell them nothing.” When Lincoln grabbed Sinclair by the shoulders and threw him on the ground and began to throw punches at him, Michelle stood up, a hand on the wall. Bellamy shouted and a guard unlocked the door so he could come in and put an end to the assault. Sinclair was groaning loudly at each blow, but what Bellamy wasn’t aware of was that they had been faking it all along. Sinclair was shielding himself with his arms. He realized the deception when it was already too late, Lincoln called all the other prisoners to attack, and they ran forward. Commotion ensued and Bellamy was slammed against the wall, falling to the ground with a thud. The guards outside the cell all cramed against the door to keep the prisoners inside while the Grounders pushed against them with their full strengths, eventually gaining the upper hand. Michelle was frozen in place, wanting to check on Bellamy but also wanting to just make a run for it and leave but when an alarm sounded in the building, calling for reinforcement, she chose her first option and knelt next to Bellamy who groaned in pain. When he came back to his senses, he looked at her as if she had betrayed him, when it was the other way around and he got up hastily. With all the fight going on, she stood back up and watched, almost catching a stray here and there. She then saw Bellamy run through the cell and she was tempted to follow him but knowing how much of a mess this whole operation was, she was going to get caught anyway because there wasn’t anywhere else for her to go.

The riot was quickly put down by the dozens of guards who stunned the prisoners with they weapon and put them back in the cell. The alarm eventually stopped as well, and a heavy atmosphere took over the place. This religious silence lasted all afternoon and as she watched night fall through the small portholes in the corridor, she was alerted by the sounds of footsteps approaching the cell. She got up and saw her father's silhouette through the door. He had a defeated look on his face as his glance went from Lincoln to Sinclair and stopped on his daughter. She stood in front of him and wrapped her arms around him. They tried to get back at Pike and Kane had been on the front line. Now he had been arrested, and Pike had probably passed sentence already. She couldn't bring herself to think that her father could be condemned to death. If he died, she would die as well. If that was what awaited him, Bellamy better be aware of this. He would lose someone he loved, again, and all because of his choices.

They sat down on one of the benches and Michelle rested her head on his shoulder, eventually falling asleep against him.

A while later, she was woken up from her nap by a loud clinging sound of metal against metal. She straightened up, squinting her eyes and put her hand in front of her mouth as she yawned. It was Pike who was hitting against the mesh wall, and she gave him a death stare. Her father stood up.

“I’m not here for you, Kane. Each of you is guilty of the same crimes and as such, you will suffer the same fate. Death.” Michelle's face fell as she heard the news, but she would rather die alongside her father than having to watch the latter get executed. A grounder woman stood up, speaking her native tongue to Lincoln who stretched his hand towards her before approaching Pike who was standing on the other side.

“My people are innocent. They know nothing.” He whispered.

“Sir, Lincoln’s right.” Michelle approached in turn, standing next to her father, who had thought it was his time. “All the others did was run through an open door. Same thing we would do if we were in there. And Michelle—”

“Michelle did protect a traitor, but…” He cut him off and his focus went back to Lincoln. Bellamy looked at her through the holes and she could see his loyalty to Pike was beginning to crumble but she was disappointed things had had to go this far for him to doubt Pike. It had to come to the point where she was sentenced to death. “I believe that’s true. Kane, Lincoln, Sinclair… as the leaders of this coup, you will pay for your crimes with your lives. Execution is set for dawn.”

Michelle’s face lost all its colors and she turned as white as a sheet, as if she had seen a ghost or was on the verge of death. She was exempted from being killed, but her father was not, and just thinking about having to watch him die made her feel sick to her stomach and drained her of all her life force. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Bellamy turn around and she almost threw herself against the grid, her fingers gripping through the mesh. She saw the young man stop in his tracks and look behind him.

“You can’t let him do this.” As she repeated herself two and then three times, she hit the grid each time, she gritted her teeth as she held back from crying, both out of frustration and sadness. His eyes showed that all this disturbed and upset him and he turned his back to her before walking away. She took a step back and her father gently took her shoulder and pulled her back against him. At some point in the night, he was quickly taken out of the cell, chained of course, to go see Abby but he was back barely a couple minutes later. Michelle had never been this clingy in her whole life but all she could do now was to sit next to her father, clinging to his arm, her head resting on his shoulder. Michelle was unable to get any more sleep out of this night and awaiting her father’s death filled her heart with despair. He wasn't even on the scaffold yet and she was ready to give up on life. His sleeve was rolled up to the elbow and he detailed the coalition mark with his fingertip, thinking.

“It could’ve worked.” Lincoln said, sat on the bench a few feet away.

“Death can be an act of unity, too. We don’t break.” He turned his face to Sinclair, quickly glancing to Michelle after placing a kiss on her hair. “We don’t show fear. The people will remember.”

“Chancellor on deck.” A guard then announced. A second later it was Pike’s voice which came to irritate Michelle's ears, and which also made her heart drop. A few Grounders stood up, not knowing what this was about but Lincoln spoke to them. Michelle and Kane got up and he held her face, first looking into her eyes then he pressed his forehead against hers and placed a second kiss there.

“May we meet again.” Pike ordered for everyone to stand against the wall. She was pushed away from her father by a guard and had to watch them tie him, Sinclair, and Lincoln up. Also noticing the absence of Bellamy among the guards and wondered where he had gone now but she quickly put this question at the back of her head. She didn’t care where he was right now, she only cared that she was about to become an orphan. A guard came towards her, and she got her hands tied. Seeing this, Kane got alarmed. “What are you doing?”

“She will be released right after your execution.” The Chancellor then said to Kane. She was already upset over her father’s upcoming death, but she became even more terrified of having to watch. Maybe Pike would keep her somewhere else while it happened, or he would force her to witness it, to break her and ensure she wouldn’t try to fight him in the future. If it was the latter, he would succeed. She would be broken.

“Charles, she doesn’t need to see this.” His plead was ignored and the four of them were walked out of the cell.

“Make way.” Pike commanded as they crossed paths with Harper. She exchanged a prolonged glance with Kane. Once they were further away from her, Michelle saw her peer bring her radio up to her mouth, mumbling something. She figured the latter was in contact with Octavia and as usual, she would get them out of this situation. It somewhat relaxed her because if Octavia was coming, then none of them would be executed and she wouldn’t have to watch. A minute later, Hannah’s voice sounded from Pike’s radio.

“Sir, you were right. Octavia Blake is here, and she’s not alone.” He turned around, cocking his gun at them.

“On their knees!” They were pushed to the ground. He grabbed his walkie-talkie. “Can you confirm a location?”

“Negative, sir.”

“We can assume her friends have told her where we’re taking them. We shouldn’t go further till the route’s secure.” A young guard advised. Michelle recognized Nate’s boyfriend, though she had no idea what his name was.

“Put them in there. Let’s go, move!” They were pushed into an empty dormitory and the door was locked behind them, telling two of his men to stand stand watch. From inside the room, they heard him shouting orders before leaving. They all exchanged a look when, a moment later, the door burst open, revealing Octavia. Michelle glanced out the doorway, the two guards were lying on the floor. Knowing Pike would be back soon, she picked up one of the square floorboards and they slipped in the crawlspace underneath. They heard the guards and the Chancellor walk right above their heads.

“The guys are alive, sir. They must have drugged them.” One spoke.

“We did what they wanted us to do. That won’t happen again.” He declared as he walked out. The guards jogged after him. They waited a little longer and Octavia pushed the floorboard, taking a look.

“All clear.” She grabbed the guns and put them on the floor before jumping out of the crawlspace.

“A little tight in there.”

“Try doing it for 16 years.” Kane was second to climb out and she cut his restraints. She walked towards Lincoln after freeing Michelle while Sinclair pushed the floorboard back into place. Abby entered the room going straight to Kane and Michelle.

“I told you not to do this.”

“Why would I start listening to you now?” She undid their restraints and Michelle sketched an amused smile. That was something she could have said to her father. The radio at Octavia’s belt beeped and Kane looked up at her.

“What is it?”

“This wasn’t the plan. We used their frequencies so they could hear us.”

“Stay where you are.” Harper’s voice came through in a whisper. “Repeat. Stay where you are. The exit is not clear.”

“How many guards?”

“Too many. I said stay put.” Then, suddenly, someone made an announcement sounded throughout the ring, calling all the guards at the main gate claiming the prisoners were headed there. This was obviously a false report to cover for them and allow them to flee.

“That was Monty.”

“Guess he’s with us after all.” Nate said, looking at Octavia.

“Pike will find out.” Kane added.

“We don’t know that. What we do know is we have to move.” Abby quietly urged them. They slipped away into the corridor and headed towards the entrance to the crawlspace to allow them to exit the camp without being seen. A woman’s voice came over PA, warning the citizens of Arkadia that an emergency lockdown was going into effect. Michelle stood by with Abby while Kane had everyone get through the opening. He turned to the two women and motioned for Michelle to move forward. She stepped in and was about to go through the tunnel but when she didn’t hear Abby reply to Kane when he told her it was her turn, she wondered what was going on and looked back.

“I’m not going. They need someone to show them the way out of the dark.” Michelle's eyes widened in shock when she saw her father step forward and take Abby's face in his hands to kiss her passionately. She wasn't expecting it at all and was quite taken aback but she turned out to be pleasantly surprised. If she wanted to see her father with anyone, it would for sure be Abby. She was already like a second mother to her. A sweet smile sketched her lips and she let them have a moment before Abby walked away. Michelle stuck her head through the opening.

“I already saw Clarke as my sister so that's fine with me.” She giggled and her father glanced at her, letting out a quiet laugh until Pike’s voice came over Octavia’s radio and the situation took on a more serious tone again. They were hanging on his threatening words.

“I have a message for the traitors in this camp. There will be an execution today. Either turn yourselves in, or the other Grounder prisoners will die in your place.” Lincoln looked at Octavia, his face impassive and pushed her out of the way. She grabbed his arm to stop him. Kane turned to his daughter and motioned for her to go with the others, telling her he would join them shortly and she nodded before crouching her way to the exit, dropping her right outside the camp. She waited for her father alongside Nate and Bryan and he eventually arrived, carrying an unconscious Octavia in his arms. Lincoln was nowhere to be seen, and for a very simple reason. He stayed behind to turn himself in and save his people from getting killed because of them. He put Octavia on the back of a horse and gave Michelle his jacket when he realized that she was still in just a tank top. She tried to refuse, not wanting her father to be cold but he insisted and placed the garment on her shoulders. She slipped her arms in the sleeves and the group started walking. Octavia came to her senses as it started raining and she clumsily jumped off the horse, mumbling Lincoln’s name. From where they were, they could see the camp in the distance. She stumbled through the bushes to get closer. Her face twisted with anguish. Lincoln fell to his knees in the mud, Pike facing him. Michelle got startled when he shot the Grounder in the head, his body collapsing to the ground and disappearing from their field of vision. She looked at Octavia and the sorrow on her face was gone. She looked cold and emotionless, but hatred pierced through her eyes as she stared at Pike's silhouette.

At the speed they were walking, it took them a minute to get to the cave where Octavia had left Indra earlier in the day. Their walk was in the most heavy and morose silence. Michelle and Kane entered the place after Sinclair, Nate and Harper and the young woman was surprised to see Bellamy there, chained to a rock. This gave her an answer to the question of where he had gone. Octavia walked past them, looking down at her sword in its sheath. He looked nervously at the entrance to the cave.

“Where’s Lincoln?”

“Pike put a bullet in his brain.” She said, her back to him. He couldn’t hide his shock, and guilt, regarding the Grounder’s death.

“O… O, I’m so sorry.” She snapped, suddenly turning around and punched him in the face with all her force. He stood back up, looking at her without saying anything and she kept hitting him, blood staining his lips and cheek. Michelle gritted her teeth, wanting to say something but not daring. She understood how much anger and resentment Octavia must have felt towards her brother, blaming him for what happened.

“Octavia, that’s enough.”

“Kane, stay out of this.” His eyes were wide open. He obviously felt responsible and let his sister lash out at him. She started hitting him repeatedly and everyone without exception looked away. Michelle closed her eyes, wincing at the gruntings. Kane took her by the shoulders, and they moved away from the scene. Octavia was sobbing and pushed Nate away when he tried to stop her. Again, Bellamy said to stay out of this and back off. Michelle put her hands on her ears when Octavia screamed and finished her brother off, his body falling with a thud.

“You’re dead to me.” Michelle heard silence return as Octavia's footsteps walked away towards the back of the cave. She let her hands fall and dared to turn her head, breathing heavily. She tried not to let her jaw drop at the dreadful sight of Bellamy's face covered in blood. She finally got up and approached one of the big bags they had brought. It was mostly weapons, but she found a cloth and some water while the others began to set up a fire on the other side of the cave. Bellamy avoided her gaze and turned his face away when she knelt beside him and tried to bring the folded cloth closer. With a trembling hand, she took his face and proceeded to gently wipe away the blood. He winced from the pain, tightening his lips. His eyes were no longer so wide open but still shocked and flooded with shame as he stared into the void.

“I deserve this.”

“Never said you didn’t.” He rolled his head against the rock and looked at her. She crossed his gaze. His eyes were asking her why she was even tending to him since she agreed he deserved this punishment. “I just— I don’t like seeing you like this. But I'm still angry with you.”

“I’m so sorry.” His voice was soft, almost sounding like a silent request to forgive him and he plunged his eyes into hers. Her hand still against his face, he wrapped hs fingers around her wrist.

“I know. But I can't forgive you just yet, especially out of respect for Octavia.” He briefly looked away, nodding. She let her hand slide off his face and bringing it on her lap, she held his wrist. “I’m sorry too.”

“For what?” His gaze swiftly came back to hers. At first, he didn’t understand what she was even apologizing for.

“Pushing you away.” She said under her breath, glancing at the blood-soaked cloth in her other hand before and then over her shoulder. Behind her, the others had lit a fire and were all sitting around it, talking about their next move, Pike, and the ongoing blockade around Arkadia. That was the reason they couldn’t go very far and turned this cave into their hideout. She looked back at Bellamy’s scarred face. He was staring at her, knowing she was referencing the romance that had blossomed between them before she ended it without a word. She never explained herself to him and subsequently he got together with Gina and their relationship became even more distant and awkward.

“You don’t need to apologize for that.”

“Yes, I do. We hurt each other because I didn’t handle things very well. Had too much on my plate…” Looking away, she parted her lips, wanting to tell him she liked him, but the words wouldn’t come out. Thinking about saying it out loud to him awakened the resentment that was sleeping deep inside her and she concluded briefly, shrugging. She let go of her hand and sat on the wet rocky ground of the cavern. She sighed, raising her head towards skylight above the cave. The thick foliage of the trees let in an openwork light inside. “By the way, did you leave my jacket in my room?”

“I took it after I arrested you. It's in my room.”

“I want it back when we return to Arkadia.” After a look from her father, as he sat down at the fire, she stood up and went next to him. She didn't want to give all her empathy and kindness to Bellamy for the simple reason that she had seen him get beaten up by Octavia. She knew he was sorry for what happened but there was a part of her that wanted to wait and see if he had truly joined their side for good, or if Pike's influence had still a hold of his mind. Giving out everything without knowing if she would get anything, other than a betrayal, from him wasn’t something she was ready to do. From where she was, she had Octavia facing her, sitting with her back to her brother and the latter a few dozen feet away. They stared at each other from the corner of their eyes.

“I say, we run two-man patrols, round the clock, starting now.” Bryan said.

“We’ll do that, but we should be safe here. The Grounder’s blockade is too close for Pike to risk looking for us.” Kane spoke.

“Yeah, but are we safe from the blockade?”

“As long as we stay this side of the line, we should be.”

“They’re Grounders, you really think they’re gonna play by the rules.” Octavia glared at him, and his remark made Michelle roll her eyes, breaking eye contact with Bellamy for a moment.

“Hey, Pike will want you dead now, too. We take him him out, we can go home.”

“We take him out, then the Grounders lift the blockade.” Harper chimed in, adding to Nate’s statement to his boyfriend.

“That’s right. We become the 13th clan, again.” Michelle glanced back at Bellamy, seeing him quietly disagree with what her father was saying. He rose his eyebrows and shook his head in disbelief. Feeling her eyes on him, he peeked at her before looking away. “Those were the terms.”

“Lexa’s terms.” Sinclair corrected. “If what Bellamy says is true and she’s dead, how do we know the next commander will honor them?”

“One problem at a time.”

“What about Clarke?” Michelle turned her head to Nate at the mention of her friend. “With Lexa gone, she’s not safe at Polis."

“Clarke made her choice.” Octavia thrusted the tip of her blade into the ground. “The only thing that matters now is killing Pike.”

“Octavia’s right.” While her father agreed, Michelle saw Bellamy looking up at them and gulped. There was guilt all over his face. “Once we resume our place in the Commander’s coalition, Clarke will be safe. So, how do we do it?”

“Bellamy, come in.” Monty’s voice rising from the radio interrupted their conversation, catching their attention. “It’s Monty, I’m in trouble. Please say you still have your radio.”

“If we respond and Pike’s listening—” Sinclair picked up the radio, hesitant.

“We go to Channel 7.” Bellamy stated. “Please say you still have your radio. That’s seven words after the word “trouble”. It’s code, go to seven.”

After a few seconds of silence, Sinclair and Kane looking at each other, the Chief engineer switched the channels on the radio and hande it to the former councilman. Monty’s voice came up again, asking for Bellamy again. “Monty, it’s Kane. What’s wrong?”

“Pike knows that I helped you get out.”

“Can you get to the dropship?”

“I think so.”

“Good. Go there, I’ll bring you in.” He looked at Bellamy and ended the communication with Monty.

“Hold on, what if it’s a trap and Pike’s waiting?” Harper wondered.

“That’s why I’m going alone.” Kane declared as he stood up. Obviously, Octavia imitated him, who was quickly joined by Nate.

“Monty saved our lives. I’m going too.”

“No, you’re not.” He disapproved. Everyone got up on their feet, including Michelle. “If it is a trap, I’m not marching our entire insurgency into it.”

“To stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me.” Octavia said, coldly.

“She hopes it’s a trap.” She turned her head, looking over her shoulder.

“He’s coming too. We’ll need a hostage to trade for Monty.” Michelle’s gaze went from Octavia to Bellamy in the background. Kane admitted this was a good plan and the so-called hostage was gagged on top of remaining chained. When Nate tried to plead for him, he cut him off, reminding them that he was the enemy and repeated his order.

Advancing cautiously, with Octavia and Kane at the head of the line, the latter pushing a chained and gagged Bellamy in front of him, the group walked on the dropship ground. Fearing that Octavia was right and that it turned out to be a trap, Michelle had insisted to tag along, promising to her father that she would listen to him if something happened. Much like Octavia, but for different reasons, he was quick to realize it would be better for him to accept to let her come rather than argue with her over this. If it was a trap and they got caught, she wanted to be with her father. She refused to be pacing around a humid cave wondering if she was going to hear that her father was dead or see him come back to them. Nate had given her a gun and off she went. They stopped in their tracks. Kane called for Monty, breaking the suspicious calm and silence hanging over the place. He assumed they had gotten there first when after a few seconds there was still no answer and they took a step forward, staring at the curtain that obscured the interior of the ship. Octavia suddenly pulled out her sword, grabbing her brother’s shoulder and putting her blade up to his throat.

“Get outside! Now!” She yelled. Monty appeared and there was a moment where they thought he was alone but when they saw his hands brought together in front of him, tied up, it was clear something was wrong. And behind him, a gun appeared, held up to the young man’s head and the person who held the weapon was no other than Pike himself. The number one target on Octavia’s kill list. Monty apologized for getting them into a trap but none of them were mad at him. The fault lied with Pike, as usual.

“Let him go, Pike.” Kane’s request was obviously denied while he and Michelle aimed their guns at him. They got startled when a shot was fired at their foot and Michelle closed one of her eyes, looking through the sight on top of her gun. She noticed that in his other hand, there was a radio. She frowned, thinking she should have been more observant, at least now they knew he wasn't alone.

“It’s over. Put down your weapons.”

“Shoot him.” Octavia urged, glancing at Kane and Michelle. The latter looked at her father. If he wasn’t going to do anything, she would stand by. He couldn’t shoot though; Monty’s was in his way.

“If he keeps Monty there, I got a clear shot.” While Pike urged the former councilmate to do something, the latter told his daughter to hold her fire. If she missed and hit his gun, Monty would most definitely get a bullet in his head. Another shot was fired at their feet, unsettling them.

“I promised Monty’s mother that I’d bring him home alive. Don’t make me a liar.”

“He’s already a liar.” Michelle uttered, tighetening her grip of her automatic rifle. She was surprised when she saw her father lower his, much to Octavia’s disappointment. He took the strap of the weapon off around his chest and raised his hands in the air, sending a look prompting his daughter to do the same. She gritted her teeth and reluctantly did so, hands in the air, showing the large scar that ran across the palm of her empty hand. She watched her father throw the gun away and rolling her eyes, she imitated him.

“Now, you.” He addressed Octavia, who was still holding her blade to the side of Bellamy’s neck. Her only reaction was to pull her brother closer and put the edge of the sword at the front of his throat. Before another shot could be fired at them, Bellamy suddenly grabbed her arm, twisting it around. She fell to her knees with a grunt. As Michelle thought, not just one man came out of hiding, about half a dozen people appeared. The three of them were held at gun point while Pike picked up Octavia’s sword. Michelle was staring at Bellamy. She couldn’t tell if their conversation at the cave had had any effect or had been pointless and she fooled herself thinking he had switched sides. There was a part of her that was afraid he would just go back with Pike. That part of her believed he would.

“Now, you don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine.”

“You got about five seconds to make me believe you’re still with me.”

“All the others are in a cave not far from here.” Michelle’s face fell from the disappointment that overwhelmed her. Octavia jumped at him, swearing and she was struck with an electric baton, collapsing to the ground with a grunt.

“Give me the coordinates.”

“I don’t have the coordinates. But I can take you there.” Pike had their new prisoners gagged and tied up while he freed Bellamy from his restraints and they pushed the three of them, along with Monty, in the forest. Walking beside her father, with Octavia in front of her and Pike and Bellamy at the lead, Michelle glared at the later, looking around as they advanced, she wondered where he was taking them. This wasn't exactly the route they took to get to the dropship site in the first place. She was on guard and didn't want to get her hopes up if he turned out to be betraying them again. She would be less disappointed if she expected the worst.

“Sure about the route?” Pike eventually asked. “We’re getting close to the blockade line.”

“That’s why Kane set up out here. He didn’t think we’d risk it.”

“Well, he was wrong.”

“What’s gonna happen to my sister?” I know she has to answer for her crimes, but—”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you the same promise I made to Monty’s mother. Immunity from all past actions, but if she screws up again—”

“Oh, she won’t. I’ll make sure of it. My sister, my responsibility.” Michelle glanced at the girl. She couldn't see her face, but she knew that hearing him talk like this made her terribly angry. After what she had said and done to him in the cave, if she ever managed to forgive him, it wasn't going to be any time soon. A moment later, Pike had them come to a halt. Bellamy ensured the cave was right on the other side and they resumed. A horn echoed through the forest. Pike's soldiers raised their weapons, aiming at the treetops but no one could see anything. He urged them to go back to higher grounds and the moment he turned his back to Bellamy, the latter snatched the gun at his belt and held him at gunpoint, yelling at him to drop his weapon. One of the Ark’s guards took a step forward and Octavia hit him in the abdomen with her tied hands and the man fell to the ground.

“We bring you Chancellor Pike of the Sky People. O, translate. Take him. Lift this blockade.” She pulled down her gag and spoke to the Grounders. Michelle jumped, taking a step back as arrows flew from the trees, taking down each of the guards. The Grounders then appeared, running towards them, and circling them, shouting. Crouched down after being startled, Octavia took a knife from one of the bodies and tried to attack Pike but Kane blocked her to stop her. The Grounders wanted him alive, and they wouldn’t get away with it if something like what happened with Finn happened again. Clarke had taken from them their right to revenge after he had shot innocent people in a village. They couldn't take this one away from them.

“In that case…” Pike took a step towards Bellamy, and an arrow lodged itself in his left shoulder. Blood sprayed as he fell to the ground and a Grounder came to deliver another blow. He was knocked out after another kicked him in the face. They picked him up. Meanwhile, Michelle had lowered her gag and Bellamy came in front of her, cutting her bonds with his knife.

“Where are you taking him?” Kane enquired after getting his ties cut.

“To the new Commander.”

“May I join you?” He pulled up his sleeve, revealing the Coallition mark on his arm. “We’re the 13th clan.”

“Don’t slow us down.” The Grounder turned around.

“Are you sure?” Michelle asked, worried.

“We know nothing about the new commander.” Monty added.

“I’m sure. Go home. Tell our people what happened here.” Monty nodded, walking away, leaving Kane with Bellamy and Michelle. He placed his hand on his daughter's shoulder and stroked her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. “Tell Abby I’ll look out for Clarke.” She nodded. He looked at Bellamy. “Did you do this for your sister? Or because it was the right thing to do?”

“You’re welcome.” He tried to dodge the question and leave but Kane grabbed his arm.

“It matters. Until you see that, you’ll still be lost.” Michelle watched her father catch up with the Grounder further away. When she looked at Bellamy, he avoided her gaze at first.

“I still don't know what to think of you.” She was still angry at him, but she really wanted to give him a second chance. Turning Pike in was a first step in the right direction. He was lost after everything that happened. They both had their issues and broken trust was a big one between them. Perhaps he was still afraid that she would push him away again, but now knowing he wouldn't betray them again, Michelle was ready to make efforts this time and she would help him get back on the right path.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated quietly, nodding.

“I’m sorry too.” After looking at each other in silence for a moment, they finally approached Monty who was standing alone not far away.

“My mom turned me in.”

“You’re family. We’ll work it out.” Bellamy put a hand on Monty’s shoulder and taking a peep at Michelle, he did the same, slightly squeezing hers. When she met the enraged gaze of Octavia who was kneeling near one of the bodies, she looked away. One of the men on the ground lifted his head, showing he wasn’t dead, and she jumped, stabbing him in the chest before staring at her brother, speaking trigedasleng. This time, Michelle clearly understood what she said, though the underlying threat wasn’t directed at her.

“Blood must have blood.”

[To be continued…]

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Octavia Blake - I'm a Survivor (2WEI) | The 100 FMV (Marie Avgeropoulos) S5 (Edit)

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"Octavia kom Skaikru... is victorious."

Marie Avgeropoulos as OCTAVIA BLAKE THE 100 4x10 | 'Die All, Die Merrily'

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persistence | bellamy blake x gn!reader

description: training with bellamy.

trigger warnings: some seductive behavior, gun usage, fluff, etc. read at your own risk.

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Holding the shot gun close against your right shoulder, you aimed it towards the wooden target outside. You'd been the only one training that afternoon, everyone else was at lunch. You closed your left eye and tried your best to hit the center of the target. You pulled the trigger and missed it, the bullet drove through the wood several inches away from the center.

You released a grunt and tossed the gun against the grass and dirt, frustratedly. You kicked a rock that was by your feet as you clenched your jaw. Placing your hands against your hips, you stood still for a moment, staring at the target for a while; as if it would give you the answer as to how to shoot the center of it.

"It's really not that complicated," Bellamy's voice was heard from behind you.

You parted your lips and released a soft breath, uninterested in his instruction. "I almost had it," You avoided eye contact and reached down to lift up the shot gun, holding it tightly against your shoulder again.

Bellamy stood behind you, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you for a moment. His eyes squinted subtly due to the brightness of the sun.

You pulled the trigger and missed by a hair again. You sighed, quietly.

"Hold it up again," Bellamy instructed, walking towards you.

"I don't need your help," You replied, looking back to him.

"Just hold it," He said, not phased by your attitude. You looked ahead at the target and held up the gun again. Bellamy's hands slowly moved around to your arms to fix their position. You could feel his breath fanning against your neck. The closeness caused a lump to develop in your throat, unable to speak.

"Yeah.." Bellamy cleared his throat and stepped back, awkwardly. "Like that," He nodded.

You felt your grip against the gun loosen from the sweat that produced in the palms of your hands. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself back into focus and closed your left eye again. Bellamy stood at your side and watched as you pulled the trigger.

The bullet swiftly moved through the red painted dot against the wood carved into a circle. You smiled widely as you stared at the hole in the middle of the target.

"I did it!" You laughed, almost baffled that you were capable of doing it. You turned to see Bellamy and he was smiling at you. That was something he didn't always do often, but when he did it was beautiful.

"I told you it wasn't that complicated," He smiled. "It's all in how you hold it."

"Thanks, Bellamy," You grinned.

He simply nodded with a smile to his lips.

a/n: hi, darlings!! so i just started watching the 100 and it's honestly so good! i hope that i captured bellamy's character well here and if i didn't, i'm sorry 😭 i'm still learning his character! love you guys mwah! — angelina

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I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake

Time stamp: 1:38

My boyfriend was lovely–his friend wasn’t. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man I’ve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend.

Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldn’t Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and I’m sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent he’s exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamy’s, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face.

Soon he came out searching for me, “What do you want, princess?”

I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when they’re together.”

He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, “Right, whatever you say, princess.”

The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. “okay–can you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? I’m aware of how things are, like it or not I’m one of the smart ones and I think he’s being overworked and–”

Bellamy’s face showed confusion in itself, “Murphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, I’m who stays up all night, every night.”

I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. “Wait, you haven’t been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?”

He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. “No, I don’t think anyone has. We’ve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.”

My brain racked everything Murphy’s ever told me since he began ‘working’ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked.

I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamy’s chest, I didn’t cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did here–it made you seem weak. And I’d never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamy’s chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions.

Murphy’s voice appeared from behind me but I didn’t dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. “I need to talk with her, I can explain!”

Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, “Murphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll do it later.”

I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didn’t care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up.

We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didn’t know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldn’t–it had to be a grounder.

The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends were–including Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since it’s my life on the line.

“Who’s valuable to her?”

What an odd fucking question–is this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die.

Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, “She’s with me, that’s my girlfriend.” He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth.

“What are you willing to give me in turn for her life?”

His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. “What do you want?”

The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, “I want Wanheda.” Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? “Give her to me and I won’t kill her.”

“Take me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.” What is he doing? He’s going to get himself killed–I’m aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately.

I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how to, Bellamy could’ve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, “Don’t,” he demanded while blood ran down his cheek.

Why was he willing to do this for me? We’ll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphy’s gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasn’t something I wanted to do. But I had to–for him.

Without processing what I did I went to Bellamy’s side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. “I hate you,” I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, “I know,” he said while wincing from getting up too quickly.

While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, “Were you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?”

His breath reeks of Monty’s moonshine, “Are you serious? You’ve been cheating on me, Murphy?”

“Were you yes or no?”

Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. “Yes,” he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldn’t turn my head, I’d be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy.

“Fuck you both,” he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet.

He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, “Why’d you do it,” I asked.

His fingers traced along my neck, “Save you? Or help you?”

“Both,” I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior.

Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, “because we both know I could treat you better,” he whispered into my ear.

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every episode: the 100 → pilot ↳ we're back, bitches!

#the 100 #clarke griffin #octavia blake #bellamy blake #tenyearsofthe100 #abby griffin #jasper jordan #*#*eethe100 #the100edit #posting on the 10th anniversary of the 100 wooooow

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You don’t know how much pain it took to darken my eyes and bleed my heart. If you did, you wouldn’t have survived loving me.

#dark academia #aesthetic #art #the 100 #octavia blake #the 100 Octavia #bloodreina #blood #red #pain #dark femme #history #woman #save me #dark eyes #love #strong

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

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

warnings. swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what?"

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

"you should have let me finish the job."

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

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

"eyes everywhere."

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

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

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

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

"am i?"

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

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

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"he's gone."

"dead?"

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

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

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

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

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

“she didn’t kill you.”

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

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

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

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

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

“right.”

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

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

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

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

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Deceptive Tranquility - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Ten

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Summary: The virus the Grounders brought in the camp of the 100 failed to put them down for the attack and the group managed to buy some time, blowing up the bridge separating them and the Grounders. The few days of peace they had to get back on their feet saw an unexpected love unfolded to the eyes of their peers... But when Finn and Clarke went missing after going hunting, Michelle didn’t listen Bellamy’s instructions and went to look for her best friend, somewhere in the forest. She knew the risks, but she couldn’t stay there and wait.

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Warnings: The 100 season 1 spoilers (specifically episode 11 “The Calm” and beginning of episode 12 “We Are Grounders Part 1″), little tension, sarcasm, fire, fight, frustration, fluff, playful fight, intercourse (no full scene, cut quickly), secret love affair coming out lol, lives at risk, pain from a fall, restrained

Two days had passed since they se tup a bomb on the bridge and made it explode. The virus was gone, and everyone was back on their feet, working to make the camp safe as no one knew if the Grounders would come. The fact that had yet to attack the group should have been reassuring but to Clarke, it didn’t feel right, and Michelle could only agree. The Grounders weren’t stupid. They knew the lands. They had their way through the forest. They would attack but none of them knew when. Michelle walked across the camp towards the smokehouse to help there. She was still thinking what happened with Murphy, a couple nights ago and happened again just yesterday. She bit her lips to suppress a smile and looked at the open gate and Clarke popped in her mind. She was just outside the walls with Bellamy and some others that watched the perimeter. She should have been with them, patrolling but Clarke was against it. Michelle would fight too, when the Grounders came but until then, the blonde wanted her friend to do safe stuff in camp. She had recovered from what the virus put her through but her back, whether it still hurt or not, had to heal and Clarke didn’t want her taking risks and maybe breaking her spine this time, paralyzing her. She would never survive in this place if she couldn’t walk at all. Everyone had to be carefull of course but she had to be extra cautious until Clarke determined she could resume her guard’s duties, which would be when she deemed that her bruises were healed enough.

Michelle hadn’t told her childhood best friend about what happened between her and Murphy not just once, but twice, in the past days. She didn’t even really know why she hadn’t said anything to her because the blonde wouldn’t have lectured her. She just didn’t feel the need to talk about it, for some reason, and that’s what she did., which was saying nothing about it. Upon approaching the smokehouse, Murphy glanced at her from afar. There was a meaningful glance along a knowing smile as she walked past him and turned to the smokehouse to join Octavia there.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Octavia.” She gave the girl a smile and went on to hang the pieces of meat on the ropes stretched from one wall to the other. After a minute, a guy came in with a bunch of wooden logs to put in the fire inside the smokehouse and threw one in.

“You don’t want the fire too big so maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves.” Octavia advised him as she hanged a piece of meat.

“You get that from your boyfriend, Grounder Pounder?” He spat, making Octavia and Michelle turn around.

“She’s right.” Murphy declared as he joined them inside. “A hot fire isn’t gonna preserve meat as well.”

“Well if you can’t take the heat, get out of the smokehouse.” He retorted as if he did something here. “You should be kissing our asses for being allowed back in this camp.”

“When the smokehouse burns down because of you, I’ll make sure you burn with it.” Michelle gave the boy a death stare and he clenched his jaw, stepping out.

“Just keep working.”

“Right, okay.” Michelle scoffed, shaking her head. She tucked locks of dark hair behind her ears and sighed, wiping her forehead. After not long in the smokehouse, she was already sweating. Murphy walked around Michelle putting his hands on her waist, beneath her jacket, his body brushing against hers and he let go a second later when he reached for something nearby. She turned her head and looked at him from the corner of her eyes and noticed a smirk on his face. Him outrageously teasing her in public didn’t surprise her that much. She wasn’t an expert at Murphy’s psychology, but it just felt like it was to happen anyway, and she didn’t mind. Octavia was her back to them during this so she didn’t witness it and at least, Michelle avoided an instigating look from her, and she wouldn't complain about it.

“Your brother couldn’t get you a better job?” Murphy asked Octavia as he stepped away from Michelle while she stretched out pieces of meat. “Anything would be better than working in the meat furnace.”

“Oh, probably.” Octavia agreed, giving a glance at Murphy and walked past him. “That just means someone else would have to do it.”

Murphy had his arm wrapped around Michelle’s torso as they got away of the smokehouse that was on fire. Michelle held Octavia’s hands, all three of them were bent over, coughing from the smoke the fire induced and they stumbled to the side. They let themselves fall to their knees and Michelle let go off Octavia’s hands, coughing some more and sat on the dirt. Murphy wouldn’t let go of her and she wasn’t bothered by the shield he gave her.

“Are you okay?” Bellamy crouched in front of his little sister, and she just nodded.

“This is all your fault.” Murphy grumbled as he stood up, looking at the boy that teased the fire when he went into the smokehouse. “We told it was too much wood.”

“Get away from me.” When Murphy threw a punch, Michelle got up hastily and rushed to Muprhy, grabbing his arms.

“Murphy.” He struggled under her grasp but Bellamy intervened and separated him and the other boy that indeed, caused the fire of the smokehouse.

“Hey, stop!” He stretched out his arms, keeping away the two guys from each other and he turned his head to Murphy. “Save it from the Grounders.”

“Bell, now what are we gonna do?” Octavia cried out from the ground while Murphy pivoted on his feet, a bitter smile dawning on his wounded face. Michelle glanced around and followed him out of the crowd. Her eyes wandered as she left and crossed the gaze of a confused Clarke, looking at her going after Murphy. She was going to have to tell her what was up between her and him at some point but right now, she just went after the hot-headed young man.

“John.” She called out to him, crossing her arms on her chest and he stopped in his tracks before turning to her, quite annoyed by the mistreatement he received from everyone in camp, except Michelle.

“What?” He shrugged, sighing.

“It’s not worth it. Don’t get worked up by that.” She let her arms fall by her sides and stepped toward him. He shot up his eyebrows, glancing away. It was just words. Even her wouldn’t be able to really follow this advice if they were given to her so it was ironic that she was the one saying it to him. In truth, she was just trying to get him to calm down. If he was naturally annoying and sarcastic, it was worse when mad and she didn’t want to deal with that. Would she say it ouloud, he would just tell her to go away, she knew it, so she stayed quiet, running her fingers through her hair, exhaling. “He’s not worth it, John.”

“No, he’s not. He’s fucking dumb.” She lifted her face and looked into his eyes, resting her hands on his arms, gently stroking over his jacket with her thumbs. He locked eyes with hers, a soft smile stretching the corners of his lips and there was a moment of quiet silence before footsteps approached them and were followed by Bellamy. The instant Michelle heard him behind her, she let go of Murphy and stepped away, crossing her arms.

“What happened?” He inquired, standing in front of the two, frowning, his eyes shifting from one to the other with a hint of curiosity, probably wondering what was up with the sudden proximity of Michelle and Murphy, seeming a bit out of nowhere, understandibly as to none of them said anything about the love affair going on.

“I did nothing, all right?”

“I didn’t accuse you of anything, Murphy.” The latter sighed, already annoyed.

“Del kept feeding the fire.”

“Octavia told him he shouldn’t, but he didn’t care.” Michelle added. Bellamy sized them up and nodded silently before heading back to the scene of the fire, now extinguished and thick black smoke billowing into the sky.

“Each group take someone with a gun.” Michelle jogged into the dropship where she found Clarke, Finn and Bellamy. All lined up, other teenagers were entering as the later gave them instructions. “But they’re for killing Grounders, not food. We don’t have the ammo. Use the spears for hunting. Get what you can and be back by nightfall. No one stays out after dark.”

“Got it.” Everyone replied, armed with a gun and walking out of the dropship.

“Michelle, you’re here.” Clarke noticed her friend, slipping between the others crowded in the room, to reach Clarke and Bellamy.

“Yeah. You’re sending everyone hunting? Is that why you called me?”

“How’s your back?”

“Fine. Clarke, it really doesn’t hurt at all anymore.” Michelle insisted, to convince her best friend to stop worrying about it. “I can hunt too.”

“No.” She retorted. “I just wanted to talk to you. Wait here a second, please.”

“Hey, Clarke…” Michelle nodded and stepped away until her back hit the wall and crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her fingers on her arms, watching her friend and the boy talking. “You maybe want to go together?”

“Sure, I’ll get some gear.” She spoke. His approach was kind of awkward. As she walked away from the boy, Michelle straightened up, about to go to her so they could talk but she stopped before taking even one step when Finn addressed her, and she figured she would have to wait some more. After a short moment, the boy chimed in and followed them as they walked to the entrance. He was loud.

“Do you even know how I got arrested on the Ark?”

“I’m dying to hear about it.” Finn retorted. Clarke turned to Michelle before she walked out of the droship with the two boys and faced her friend, leaning against the wall.

“I thought I’d have more time to talk with you now.”

“You can talk to me if you let me come with you.”

“No.” Clarke pressed the word. “I’m not risking anything that could cause you to get injured while the previous are still healing.”

“Why are you acting like this? I’m not glass.” Michelle sighed, staring at the blonde.

“I’d rather keep you safe as much as I can. You’ll help when the Grounders’ army come. Until then, stay put. We’ll talk when we get back.”

Michelle sighed and stepped away from the wall, watching Clarke join Finn and the other boy outside. She swung her arms, taking a few steps thoughtfully, wondering what the blonde wanted to talk to her about. Maybe about that weird tension and chemistry between her and Murphy. She probably noticed the way they started to behave around each other. After the fire, she was the one to stop Murphy from punching Del. She was the one to go after him and talk to him to calm him down after he left the premises. Bellamy himself gave them a long inquisitive look after he saw Michelle hands on Murphy as she spoke with him. Michelle wasn’t even sure what there was between them, if it was solely sexual or if it was turning a bit romantic. She hadn’t discussed that with the interested party to find out. She never lived anything like that, so she didn’t even know how to proceed, and how to bring it up with him. It felt odd. She shook her head, and left the dropship herself

She eventually left the dropship herself and went to the scene of the fire and helped clean up the ashes and burnt carcasses lying on the ground. She would have preferred to get a gun and go out to hunt with the others, to help more efficiently but Clarke said no, and Michelle wasn’t happy about it, but she wasn’t reckless to the point where she would rather go out on her own in the woods than stay safe at camp. She took off her jacket and hung it on a stick planted in the ground and grabbed a shovel and gathered all the ashes she picked up in a heap to the side to clear the area. It took her a while to clean everything up but she eventually got to it and stretched her back and arms after the effort. When she turned around to grab her jacket and put it back on, she couldn't find it anywhere and frowning, she looked around kind of feverishly, getting anxious at the thought that someone stole it. She wiped her hands on her pants and she sighed upon seeing Murphy holding her jacket up with his hand, staring at her. She shook her head and jogged to him, but he playfully threw it at her before she got to him. She caught the piece of clothing and stopped in her tracks in surprise and rose her eyebrows in annoyance.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She faked laugh, sketching a smirk on her face. “This jacket is over a century old. You should respect your elders.”

“My bad, soldier.”

“Yeah, sure. You look sorry.” She retorted as he smiled, amused about teasing Michelle like that and she shook her head, chuckling as she put her jacket on.

“Why aren’t you out hunting?” He wondered.

“I wanted to go, but Clarke didn’t. She said I needed to rest, that I would fight when the Grounders come but until then I need to, and I quote, “stay put”.”

“If the princess said so, what can you do about it.” He shot up his eyebrows and shrugged and Michelle imitated him. The questions and thoughts about the nature of whatever was going on between her and Murphy that raced through her head before Clarke went out to hunt with Finn and the other boy came back and she nonchalantly combed her hair with her fingers, looking around them, weighing the pros and cons before saying anything but the confused look on Murphy's face as to why she was suddenly being so silent made her speak up.

“Uh…” She waved her hands, going from Murphy to her. “What is this?”

“What is what?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.” Michelle let her hands fall to her sides and shook her head, letting out a brief scoff. She shrugged it off as she turned around, about to walk away because she felt embarrassed, for some reason but Murphy's hand grabbed her wrist and she turned back to him and next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, kissing her. There was this strange sweeteness as their lips merged into each other. This burning fire reignited her body and she only remembered there was people watching when they started laughing and cheering lightly at the scene. Michelle softly broke the embrace and looked around, biting her lips and she let out a laugh in embarrassment. Letting go of her wrist, Murphy approached his mouth from her ear, glancing around as he whispered to her.

“This, is anything you want it to be.”

“Come on, everyone. Get back to work.” Bellamy’s voice rose a few feet away from them and everyone got quiet in a few seconds. He was frowning, glaring at Michelle and Murphy and waved at them in displeasure. “And get a fucking room.”

“Go romp somewhere else, Bellamy. I got her first.” Murphy bragged before Michelle dragged him away to prevent him from starting a fight with Bellamy. The latter only clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he looked at them leave. They walked around the tent and went to sit and chill in the one Michelle had shared with Clarke, Finn and Raven so far. As she was just sitting down, Murphy stripped her of her jacket and t-shirt and she gently fell on her back onto one of the mattresses on the floor and Murphy was already on top of her, sensualy and ardently kissing her neck, his fingers intertwined with hers as his lips trailed down her lower stomach, slowly and arousingly, feeling her back lift slightly at his gesture. This was whatever she wanted it to be, as he told her. There was a tension interlaced with love floating around them. Her first-ever love.

Night had fallen for a few hours as Bellamy, Michelle, Raven, Octavia and Monty thoroughly scanned the woods, holding up their guns, aiming ahead of them, watching their surroundings cautiously. While the other hunting parties had already come back to camp before dark fell as requested by Bellamy, Clarke, Finn and that other boy were still not back, which had freaked out Michelle when she realized how much time had passed after she got her head out of the clouds of her romance with Murphy. She was then paired with Bellamy while Raven and Octavia were sent together, and they went towards the west to look for their peers who had gone missing.

“You said you were heading west. Where are you?” Monty asked over the intercoms. Bellamy brought the walkie-talkie to his mouth as he remained hyper-vigilant, aware of his surroundings, looking for any movement in the bushes or up in the trees.

“Just keep the moon on your left, and you’ll find us.”

“Is anyone else hearing the signal?” Monty inquired after a whirring sound was heard in the forest.

“Just keep your eyes open.” Raven replied.

“It’s the same thing we heard on the black box.”

“Monty, pay attention. Do you see anything?” Bellamy called him to order. He and Michelle stopped in their tracks and when his question was met by an utter silence, Michelle turned to her partner, frowning and he gave her a glance. “Report.”

“There’s someone in the bushes.” Raven told them in a low voice. Bellamy and Michelle immediately rushed to their position, and they found them crouched next to the boy that went out hunting with Finn and Clarke earlier that same day. He was curled up on the dirt, his hands pressed against his stomach, wincing.

“Myles, what happened?” Raven called out his name, which Michelle didn’t even know but she kept it to herself. “Where are they? Finn and Clarke? Where are they?”

“Grounders took them.” He articulated, clearly in pain. Both Raven and Michelle just froze at his answer, the mechanic fearing for her boyfriend and her, fearing for her best friend and sister. She should have insisted on tagging along when they left. She should have followed them despite the blonde telling her to stay put. She had a fun time with her lover, whom Clarke would probably not really approve of, and now her closest friend was missing along with one of them. She didn’t care about Finn much but still; he was of their people, and he didn’t deserve to just get taken by the Grounders. After seeing what they did to Murphy, they feared something had happened to them. Michelle swallowed harshly, nervously wiping her face with her hand and randomly looking away in shock. Bellamy glanced at her and Raven.

“Take it easy. We have to get him back to camp.”

“I have to go find Clarke.” Michelle breathed out.

“You’re not going alone.”

“Bell, what about Clarke and Finn?” Octavia turned her head to her brother, not having heard Michelle mumble a second ago. Raven stood up and took a few steps, still processing what Myles told them. Michelle stepped back, her fingers pressing on her temples, slightly bent over.

“Raven… Michelle… I’m sorry.” Raven gave him a disapproving and angry look, slowly shaking her head in disappointment.

“We need to make him a stretcher.” She then declared as she went back to the boy still on the ground. Bellamy followed him with his eyes before looking behind him, expecting to see Michelle standing there as she was a second ago, but she was gone. He sighed in frustration and sweeped the woods to spot her figure somewhere nearby despite the darkness, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Michelle’s gone.”

“What?” Octavia sounded surprised, obviously. Even Raven glanced up at Bellamy and took a look around to see that there was no one else there with them and she sighed in turn. Bellamy’s sister stood up, facing her brother. “I’ll go after her. I’ll find her.”

“No. You stay here.” He ordered, pointing at the ground with his index finger.

“Monty, we’re heading back home? Do you copy?” Bellamy tried to reach their friend through the walkie talkie but no one replied. “Monty? Where the hell are you?”

“Ugh. Fuck me!” She groaned through her teeth, pivoting on her feet, looking around feverishly. She left the side of her peers when she knew Clarke’s life was threatened but now, she put herself into even more danger. She was in the woods, at night. She couldn't see more than 20 feet away from her, but she still had her gun in her hand. It was the only security that made her contain her panic. She couldn’t even call out Clarke’s name for fear of giving out her position to the Grounders in the forest and putting herself in mortal danger this time around. She kept walking, slightly benting over to be discreet and she progressed in the forest, almost blindly, not really knowing where she was heading to. She was scared to get spotted by Grounders hiding somewhere around, or up in the trees, but she kept moving. There was no point in staying still and just waiting. She was more at risk if she stopped moving. Searching for something that would lead her to Clarke was what really kept her going through this dark woods. After a dozen of minutes, she saw the light of a small fire in the distance, so she stopped and crouched behind a thick bush, leaning on her hands and knees to look past it to observe what it was. A fire wasn’t just lighting itself up in the middle of the trees, unless there was someone, or even maybe multiple people, which only made her more cautious and silent.

Michelle narrowed her eyes and noticed a few horses, their rumps towards her. She counted three mounts, tried to the trees to keep them in place. She had only ever seen those animals on video footage, drawings in books or in pictures. She could see dark figures lying on the ground and a Grounder woman was crouching beside the fire, warming up her hands. Another person was sitting on their knees but she couldn’t see their face from where she was so she glanced around carefully and the moment she thought of going to hide behind a bush that would get her closer to the fire to see the person crouching better but suddenly, a hand reached for her shoulder and before she could do anything, a Grounder man pulled a knife to her throat and she just gulped, feeling the blade held dangerously close to her skin. He slowly brought his index finger up to his mouth to silently order her to keep it quiet or he would undoubtly slit her throat and bye bye the chance to save her friends and help through the war against the very people whose one was threatening her life. He glanced down at her gun, and she held up her hands as he pressed the knife to her trachea, a single, small drop of blood perling down her skin. She slowly, without taking his eyes off his and took the cove of the weapon over her head and quietly laid it on the ground. He then grabbed her by the arm and dragged her around the small camp. After they passed the horses, these latter started moving around and neighed nervously. He walked her up an embankment that overlooked the campfire and the Grounders below and he stood at his full height towards the edge, holding her against him.

“Your left flank is vulnerable.” He announced. The Grounders lying down stood up suddenly, their swords already in hand and the Grounder woman got on her feet, looking at the man with wide eyes. It was the woman Clarke met up with on the bridge to try to discuss peace, but she blew it off, and there she was, the blonde was the person sitting on her knees, all tied up, blood on her face. As they were backlit from the campfire, their faces and figures were darkened, and with her long black hair falling over her face, Clarke didn't seem to recognize her.

“My archers are in the trees with orders to kill anyone hostile.” She retorted. “Are you hostile, Tristan?”

Before walking down to the camp by the side of the enbakment, he pushed her from the edge of the embankment and fell heavily to the ground, coughing and gasping for air from the shock against her chest caused in the fall. She felt like her lungs had been suddenly emptied of any ounce of air and she almost choked, leaning on her hands to elevate her from the ground and breathe. She heard Clarke fidgeting next to her but as the Grounder named Tristan got closer to her, she didn’t dare say anything and crawled away, dragging the chain.

“Tie her up too. Now.” He ordered and the Grounder that appeared to be their leader approved it by a motion of her head towards Michelle. She was unceremoniously picked up and her wrist got chained along Clarke who was being stared down by this Tristan. “So this is who’s beating you?”

“Who are you?” Clarke articulated.

“I’m sent to slaughter your people.”

“The commander sent you?” The Grounder woman seemed surprised. Tristan turned to her.

“Your unit is mine now.” He then casually walked past her. “My rangers are hungry. They’re at the river. Go feed them.” The Grounders obliged and walked away altogether. “We march on the invaders’ camp at first light. I’ll make quick work of what you’ve failed to do. Starting with this one and her friend.”

“Over there.” A Grounder guard exclaimed. Horses whinnied again and Tristan and the woman walked away from Clarke and Michelle.

“Signal fire.” She ordered.

“What are you doing here?” Clarke whispered to Michelle.

“I went to look for you. Don’t say anything, I know it was a bad idea, all right?”

“Hey.” A Grounder cut her off, pointing the blade of his sword at her. The two girls straightened up and got quiet, looking at Tristan and the other woman.

“Reapers.” Tristan declared.

“Let them know we see it.” The woman added and another Grounder brought a flaming torch and lit a brazier. “I’ll send my fastest rider to warn the commander.”

“No, there’s time. Kill the prisoners, get to the river.” He argued. As he walked away, the woman gave Michelle and Clarke a sidelong glance and another Grounder in a weird mask came up to her.

“Is the boy dead?” He nodded as a response.

“Good.”

“Finn.” Clarke breathed out.

“Kill the girls, then catch up.” She ordered him before leaving. They crawled back, trying to get away from the man coming to them but he pulled the chains and had them fall violently back to the ground. After her first fall earlier, Michelle grunted along Clarke and let out a cry of pain, wincing, bringing her hand to her ribs a second. Michelle sat up but Clarke had been knocked out. As the Grounder pulled out a knife, Michelle tried to send a kick toward him, but he grabbed her feet and held her down. The last Grounders present around left finally and she flinched when he brought the knife down suddenly, only to realize he just broke the chains. Michelle didn’t dare say a word, not even knowing what to say really and she stood up while he carried Clarke in his arms. He walked to a horse left for him, the beast’s face had been deformed by the radioactivity.

“Wait. I can’t leave my gun here.” Michelle finally voiced and the Grounders turned to her. He watched her go around the bushes and come back with the weapon, hanging from her shoulders and he then motioned to the horse, placing Clarke in front of him and letting Michelle climb up behind. She didn’t know why he wasn’t killing them. She didn’t know why he helped them instead but she just had a sense that they would make it out.

[To be continued…]

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Published (06/03/2022) by Andrea

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whatever the hell we want // bellamy blake x reader

summary: reader didn’t care much for living, the eldest blake sibling made it worthwhile, even enjoyable

warnings: angst, suicidal thoughts/ideation, swearing

word count: 1908

a/n: this one is a bit heavy. i was having a bad day so i will apologize for turning the cutesy “how did bellamy and reader meet” request into this emotional abomination (sorry)

you probably should have been excited to be on the ground. it was that or being floated–tossed into a lock sealed door, trapped, and taunted with the faces of whatever loved ones chose to say goodbye (you didn’t have to worry about that, the only family you had, you met in lock up–your bio dad, marcus kane, was awful and on days that ended in ‘y’, you opted to pretend he didn’t exist) before another door would open and you’d be sucked out into space. the little oxygen in your lungs would tear them apart. what had sustained you for so long would then be your downfall. what you needed to breath would kill you.

you’d be so hot, so hot as your blood boiled and so hot as you died, staring out at the stars you loved so much. you were nineteen, the oldest prisoner to be alive and on the arc, but even kane’s powers had their limits. in three days you would be floated. three days until that would be your fate and still.

still.

when you woke up on that dropship you were pissed. it was the first thing you were mad about.

with a forever fuck-it attitude, you unbuckled your seat. floating around with a few others you ignored your best friend when she told you “sit back down, dumbass!” you cracked a grin and then the lights flickered.

while entering the new atmosphere something went wrong—something malfunctioned. maybe the shutes didn’t deploy or maybe you were just lucky but when the screaming started, you didn’t hear it for more than a few seconds because you were flung into one of the metal walls, just above the seats, and your vision spotted before going disappearing completely. sounds dulled, everything dulled. you were probably dying, you smiled because of that

when you landed, you woke up. that was the second thing you were mad about.

you were suspended in the air in some kind of fabric. It wasn’t uncomfortable or anything, not until you attempted to stretch your stiff limbs and found the material twisting. it spat you out on the ground and you made a noise. it bubbled from the back of your throat, expressing your obvious upset, you lifted your hand to touch your cheekbone–it was throbbing and you had the vague memory of your face slamming into the dropship wall. at fucking nineteen, you weren’t supposed to have to deal with any of this. you should’ve been floated a long damn time ago, would’ve like to have been too. you were the oldest prisoner on the ark, only alive because of who your daddy was. the daughter of marcus kane (you hate him as much as the next person) you’d been spared. he tended to get what he wanted.

where you lie, a boy does across from you on another makeshift bed. you lean over him, study him. He has some features you recognize. freckles and long eyelashes. you’re peering over him, observing, when those eyelashes lift and he’s blinking up at you. you scoot backwards not wanting to bang heads (yours was quite tender).

the hand that you have been absentmindedly feeling around your face with, came away with no blood coating, “i’m ocatavia’s brother, bellamy.” bellamy blake, okay. you’d heard of him and despite never meeting him before, the stories octavia had told you, mostly about how he protected her and made life under the floor less horrendous, you decided he was safe.

you glance at him, not all that hesitant. your best friend was a force and if she left you alone, in here, with him, he was trustworthy. your lips are pressed into a tight line. you don’t need to introduce yourself, he already knows. of course he does. you assure yourself he knows because you’re his little sister’s best friend and not because you’re kane’s daughter, the one who killed a man and got away scot free. you had a damn good reason but the ark’s justice system was lacking.

you tell yourself he isn’t judging you, he doesn’t look like he is, but you know you deserve to be judged so it’s a losing battle.

you glance down at your wrist and see it’s bare. the band that transmits your vitals to the ark is missing, and when you look at his wrist, you realise he isn’t wearing one either. “lost in the rough landing?” you ask, with a lilt to your voice.

his shoulders shake as he laughs a little. “something like that.”

you sit back up and climb back into your hammock. this time your hands are both out beside you to stabilise yourself. it’s quiet for a moment, the tent dark enough you know it’s night time. “why’d you take it?” you asked, unable to stop your curiosity.

“the ark hasn’t done anything for us. they sent us down here to die, because we’re expendable. in their eyes we’re just repaying them.”

oh. so your dad probably thinks you’re dead right now. that doesn’t unsettle you as much as it would the average person–actually you don’t mind it at all. let him learn what it means to fail, to lose, in some permanent way. let him face the brunt of the consequences his actions wrought for once. maybe this sentence would be the one to ruin him.

you stare at the pitch of the tent. are we on earth right now? is it safe? did the others survive? what happens now? your mind is flooded with questions.

“you think loudly.” bellamy informs.

“i’ve been out for awhile, huh?” in response, he nodded. “is it okay? is everyone okay?”

“they are. you almost weren’t though. that stunt you pulled? it was a whole different level of dumb.”

it’s peaceful until sunrise when the screaming starts. Guttural moans and groans echo from within the camp. “That’s jasper,” bellamy supplies while you’re rubbing your head, all but pleading with the ache to subside.

then octavia’s bursting through the tent flaps, “i knew i heard voices!” she pulls you outside with her and just… woah. everything is brighter. unlike the monotones on the ark there’s all kinds of colours. blue sky, green tress. they’re so green and so many different shades. light, dark, sage, evergreen. you’ve never seen anything so beautiful, other than your stars. you miss them, and looking up at the sky you can’t see them only clouds–white floating cotton that moves with the wind. you’re on earth and you don’t know if you belong here but in all fairness you didn’t belong on that spaceship either. the only place you thought might be a good fit for you was now miles upon miles away. a good thing, if you asked octavia.

the “whatever the hell we want” movement was one you supported quickly and joined even quicker. bellamy and his buddies at its forefront you figured, why not. you liked to fight, so thats what you did. you threw punches and received them and slaps to the face. It satiated you need to self destruct and would until bellamy or octavia intervened. you didn’t quite care for danger and took as many guard and patrol shifts as you could. you liked carrying a weapon, liked exploring, and hated being cooped up and confined.

you were walking away from the wall, alone this time, with no particular destination in mind. sometimes you brought octavia with you but she was busy talking and flirting (not in that particular order) her brother never liked when she joined in on your adventures so it was probably better that she wasn’t with you.

“not dragging my sister along with you this time?” a familiar voice chided. bellamy blake. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

you shrug your shoulders and continue walking. “not this time, no.”

“hey! come back. where the hell do you think you’re going.”

“i haven’t decided yet. maybe the river. maybe the caves. maybe, it’s none of your business,” you respond dryly, still walking ahead. his hand clamps down on your arm and he stops you from moving further, “what, bellamy? what?” his eyes, alight with fire, something you’ve seen in your best friend once or twice, full of curiosity, and understanding, meet your own. he gazes into your dead ones, takes a look at your blank expression and bends down. a hand grips the backs of your thighs and then he’s picking you up. you’re slung over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and had you not been so emotionally empty you would've been incredibly impressed. “what the hell bellamy? what are you doing?”

“whatever the hell i want, though, that? it doesn’t apply to you anymore, not when you don’t know what you want,”

“i do,” you argue.

“not when what you want isn’t anything good.” he fires back.

and that’s how you met bellamy blake. at first you hated him, hated how he drug you along wherever he went–patrol was nice but he would insist on bringing you everywhere, even on the most pointless errands. to do the most boring things. he made you drag logs to help reinforce the wall and sometimes he didn’t even help. prison warden or friend, who fucking knew?

but bellamy kept you busy. kept you distracted from the brewing storm in your head.

you got used to him. bellamy blake became your new normal and even made you smile a few times, usually when firelight was reflecting off of both of your cheeks as you roasted your dinner. the first time, you sat on a log beside him, your supper sitting inside of the flames, blackening. he went to grab the stick from you–probably guessing you were attempting to light yourself on fire, or that you’d begun to dissociate. you snatch the stick back. “it’s burning,” he warns, voice having a sharp edge.

“sorry if i would rather taste charcoal than two headed, six tailed, mutated squirrel.”

that night he held you. you let him.

close to his chest and away from any and all danger, you slept soundly and dreamlessly for the first time in years. the sleep–it helped with your mood, too.

bellamy held you again. he always liked to hold you—to have a hand in yours or resting on your shoulder. this time, the touch wasn’t comforting, to assure himself that you were real and not going anywhere. this time that physical touch was the only reason you weren’t going anywhere. his grip was tighter, thank god.

the grounders were coming an the only way to stop them or at least to slow them down was to blow up the bridge. you needed to place the bomb but everyone was terrified to let you go, bellamy especially. you did what you had to, sneaking away and setting it. you were scared–you didn’t know when it happened, when you started wanting to live, but it was a soul-deep change that you knew had something to do with the blake siblings. specifically bellamy, who’s companionship you hadn’t wanted but needed more than anything.

you placed the bomb on the bridge and detonated it, running as fast as you could as the moss covered stone crumbled behind you. the structural integrity was giving away and you were so close tot he edge but… you started to fall. you closed your eyes, pressed them shut as tightly as you could and then that hand was there.

bellamy’s. closed around your wrist and holding on for all he was worth. your heart beat so hard in your chest you had to look down to make sure you hadn’t been speared by a grounder, and that it wasn’t leaking out.

you loved him and you were so thankful he never listened to you. when you said you didn’t need him, when earlier, you shouted at him and told him not to follow you–it was a weak distraction but now, he pulled you back onto solid ground and wrapped you in his arms and you had no regrets. none at all. well… you had one, but it was easily rectified.

it was a struggle, pushing him away at the shoulders, holding him at arms length and seeing the worry on his face all over again. it was a struggle but when you stopped regretting things and dove back in, moulding your lips together in a passionate kiss, everything was better. bell’s hand palmed your cheek and pulled you impossibly closer as yours moved through his hair.

#the 100 #bellamy blake #octavia blake #marcus kane #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x you #bellamy blake x y/n

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