#wanheda's dagger

[lexa-griffins]

So when do werewolf Clarke and Lexa become intimately closer with each other 👀 also can we assume wanheda's dagger 🗡️

They just met and ya'll are already wondering when they fuck!!!!! 😂 there's a baby toddler in a very tiny house, it is not gonna be an easy task find the time and place to consummate the relationship that is for sure!

I'm thinking Clarke has a pack of some sort that she does return to often, sometimes telling Lexa she'll be back in a few days and asking her not to leave the clearing and not let the baby play outside alone as the woods can be dangerous. She just doesn't tell her the danger is her own pack that is not too fond of humans. Later on, Clarke will share with Octavia and Raven about her human little secrets, and they might babysit the little baby while Lexa and Clarke get even more acquainted with each other 🤭

😌 you sure can!

#letter opened #the werewolf the human and the baby au #wanheda's dagger #im thinking the conception of Lexa's baby was not particularly consensual #so she hid the pregnancy and her baby #she was always pretty self isolated anyways so it was easy #up until someone saw the baby and they decided to accuse her of being a witch for producing a baby out of nowhere #Lexa would be pretty standoffish because of that and her protectiveness over the baby #and Clarke just wants to help!!! but the human has more bite than her apperantely 🤣

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter 19 is posted!!!!

#f: whims/winds of fate/destiny #clexa #clexa vampire/werewolf au #vampire lexa #werewolf clarke #vampires #werewolves #primes #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #wanheda's dagger #WE FINALLY MEET THE PUPS!!! #read on ao3 #my fic updates #clexa fanart #my moodboards #clexa fic

[owl127]

Can youuuu…mayyybe…please write something containing a 🗡️ character and a jockstrap. Ugh something about jockstraps, mouth guards, and feminine girls doing masculine things is so hot🥵

read on Ao3

Reading @lexa-griffins talk about wanheda’s dagger got me inspired, so… *throws confetti in the air*

Lexa’s boots kicked dirty on her way to the bus stop.

“Lexa!” The cries behind her continued, along with the annoying click of cleats against asphalt. “Lexa, wait!”

Ignoring the girl running after her, Lexa climbed onto the bus without looking back. The driver looked her pursuer and rolled her eyes, signaling for the dirty athlete to hop into the campus bus.

“Thanks, Carla!” Lexa heard, and of course she would be friends with the bus drivers, because apparently, Clarke Griffin is very friendly with people. Girls in particular.

Lexa looked straight ahead as Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team, president of the debate club, LGBTQ+ alliance vice-president, and a fucking player sat next to her. Clarke swore at the mud tracks following her and lowered her socks with a long sigh.

“Lexa—” Clarke tried, but Lexa mmf-ed and turned her back to the alpha. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re the one tracking mud on school property.”

“Brittany is like, nothing, she’s—”

“Have you slept with her?” Lexa turned to look into Clarke’s eyes, searching for honesty, trust, anything that would make the last three months she dedicated to this woman worth it. She found honesty, yes, but regretted it immediately.

“Not recently!” Clarke defended. “She likes to cheer in every game, and she keeps saying we’re seeing each other, but Lex, I haven’t been with her since before I met you!”

Lexa squinted her eyes, watching a bead of sweat forming on Clarke’s forehead.

“Okay, maybe once after we met, but we weren’t exclusive back then!”

The logic part of Lexa’s brain argued that Clarke had a point, and even Lexa had been on a fruitless date after she met Clarke. Had she thought about Clarke all the time? Totally. Did it in the end it help her see she was actually into the charming athlete? Yes, but irrelevant at the moment, since now the unreasonable part of Lexa’s brain kept replaying Brittany’s voice: “And that’s Clarke, number 10. She’s the captain. She’s also delicious.” A pink tongue over lipstick gloss had accompanied that statement, and a graphic image of that girl on her knees for Clarke had made Lexa escape the match as soon as she could.

Clarke had seen the iteration from the sidelines and had abandoned the bench in obvious pursuit.

“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.

Lexa signed and took the offered hand in hers, feeling how warm it was, despite the fall leaves rushing past the bus window. She loved how warm Clarke’s hands were, a dichotomy to her always freezing extremities. Lexa mumbled something, and Clarke leaned closer, asking, “what was that?”

“Maybe I overreacted,” Lexa confessed, the almost empty bus a witness to the fact. “I hated seeing that girl talking about your dick like she owned it.”

Red crept into Clarke’s cheeks, making its way to her ears. “Well… she doesn’t,” Clarke said, one hand around Lexa’s waist. “You do,” she whispered, and Lexa’s face flushed with heat. “I want to be exclusive. If there’s any girl out there bragging about my dick, I want it to be you.”

“How romantic.”

“You’re into it,” Clarke argued, her bright eyes following Lexa’s scarf until it hid inside her jacket.

Logic once more piped up in Lexa’s mind that the girl had a point. The thong she had worn to celebrate Clarke’s game dampened with proof.

“You didn’t bring your phone or anything?” Lexa asked. “You just ran after me?”

“Of course. I couldn’t let you go looking pissed like that! And Octavia will pick up my shit.”

“So it’s not the first time you abandon your team celebration to pursue a girl?”

Panic flashed in Clarke’s eyes and Lexa felt merciful. “I guess from now on you’ll only be doing this for me.”

“Yeah.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheeks, sighing in relief. “My apartment is not far from here,” she said, the kiss lingering. “And I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“Oh.” Lexa’s heart picked up, her cold hands warming up in her fingerless gloves. “If it’s out of desperation, we need to stop.”

“You’re so kind.”

With Octavia and the rest of the team still back at the football complex, there was no reservation for stripping as soon as they stumbled into Clarke’s apartment. The spare key with her neighbor was worth it (the assistant professor had looked the couple up and down and threw the key in their direction before closing the door and turning her TV colossally loud). Clarke’s shirt and cleats didn’t make it to the hallway, and Lexa’s pants puddled by the bathroom’s door. Lexa pulled the athletic shorts down and met the hard resistance of a jockstrap cup.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” she asked, drumming her fingers on top of the hard carbon fiber.

“Right now it’s pretty uncomfortable.” Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa’s neck hard enough to bruise. “But that’s your fault.”

Lexa focused on Clarke’s high ponytail next, letting the blonde tresses free under the white light. “Yeah,” Lexa said, “it is.”

“Feeling possessive, huh?” Clarke nipped at the soft skin under Lexa’s chin while stepping out of her shorts, completely nude. Clarke moaned at the hands exploring her broad shoulders, digging into her trapezius, and scratching her deltoids. Lexa admired Clarke’s curves, but she salivated at her muscles.

A moan froze in a gasp as Lexa felt for Clarke’s erection, now free from the confines of jock straps and tight, athletic shorts. “Very possessive,” Lexa said, moving her hand in deliberate slowness, pushing eager hips back when Clarke tried to increase the pace. “You can be the leader of your team, but here” — a strong squeeze that made Clarke whine — “I’m captain.” The exhale on Lexa’s shoulder was nothing but a moan.

“Fuck,” Clarke said, her head surrendering to Lexa’s biceps as she mercifully started moving her hand.

Clarke smelled like sweat, and heat, and vetiver, and Lexa had it all for herself. She inhaled deeply, her brain creating a new pathway for that scent of love, need, and lust. Lexa prided herself on being an omega in full authority of her body and desires, but as Clarke groaned on her neck, Lexa surrendered to the primal need of control.

“Come for me, babe,” she said, softly albeit with a command, and poor Clarke followed like a trained puppy.

Lexa held her close as Clarke trembled, expending the last of her strength over Lexa’s olive skin. When Clarke’s knee threatened to buckle, Lexa guided the exhausted girl under the hot shower stream.

“I’m sorry.” Clarke mumbled as water covered her mouth. Lexa distracted herself with shampooing Clarke’s hair, and the fresh scent of mint and vetiver filled the fogging air.

“About what?”

Clarke turned to look Lexa in the eyes, all half-lidded and yawning. “I’m sorry for not being clear about being exclusive before. I was afraid.”

Lexa nuzzled the shampoo suds away from Clarke’s cheek. “Afraid?” she asked.

Clarke hugged her under the water, their wet bodies molding together. The water soothed Lexa’s skin, but Clarke remained her major source of warmth. “I was afraid you’d say no.”

“How could I not?” Lexa kissed her girlfriend — seemed safe to call her that way — until they were out of breath. “I hate sports, and you got me outside in a chilly morning just to watch you kicking some balls.”

“It’s one ball.”

“Whatever. Come here.”

Clarke obeyed, her hand sliding down beautiful curves to elicit a moan from Lexa. She responded in kind, hardening between them.

Octavia was pissed when she arrived home from their game and there was no hot water.

#ask the owl #clexa #abo #little smut #jock clarke #poor octavia #let's write more about wanheda dagger i suppose #drabble #i also love when feminine characters do something like this #like fuck in a shower #or when a cute girl puts her hair up and its an undercut #DEAD #i'm currently trying to convince my girlfriend to get an undercut #a lot of strategies are being implemented wish me luck

[wanhedas-dagger]

I give you

Wanheda’s dagger

8 inches, 20 cm. Lifesize Wanheda’s dagger.

#personal #Wanheda’s dagger

[anonymous-red-506]

#Fake fist fight #Wanhedas-dagger

[sassymajesty]

15 questions

tagged by @butmakeitgayblog and @talktomeinclexa 🩷✨

were you named after anyone? no. my parents just had a couple names they liked. and when i was born, they had narrowed it down to two names, my mom just went "yep, she looks like that one"

do you have kids? i do not, and i go back and forth about having them in the future too

when was the last time you cried? thursday 🤪✌🏻

what sports have you played/do you play? literally none. i have no fucking clue how i made it through 12 years of pe, i remember playing chess during class or being the first one to go in dodgeball

do you use sarcasm? pretty often, yea

first thing you notice about people? i only realized this recently, but ✨vibes✨ as in, whether or not they have a draining energy. i try to gauge pretty quickly if they're someone i can be open with or if their company will leave me empty and i'll have to monitor how often we can hang out

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings all day long

what are your hobbies? at the moment, with the semester i'm having? sleeping and nothing else. but in regular times, i like reading, writing, gardening. keyboard stuff and stationery. i very much enjoy watching video essays and stand up comedy

what is your eye color? according to des's eye color poll, russet brown 💅🏻

any talents? i'm sure i have some but i genuinely cannot think of one

where were you born? são paulo (a tiny town in the state, but that gives you a general idea)

do you have any pets? i don't and fun fact, i've never had one 😔

how tall are you? 5'10 (178cm)

favorite subject in school? physics, hands down. math was my first love, but then physics came around and i was hooked. and i mean i liked it to the point where i'd ask for extra work and ended up borrowing different textbooks to study. what a nerd

dream job? academia. i'd really love to study for a living, but you can barely make a living out of that in here

tagging @dreamsaremywords @100hearteyes @anonymous-red-506 @elialys @wanhedas-dagger i have no idea who has done this already, but if you see this and you haven't, tag you're it

#💬

[kpforpresident]

#45, out of anger 😤 please and thanks!

Lexa winced slightly as the door slammed heavily, hard enough to make the remaining windows rattle in their panes. Her fingers tightened slightly around the small cracked ceramic pot before she resumed her methodical job of painting on her signature black warpaint. She was finishing touching up the streaks down each of her cheeks when a fuming blonde avenging angel appeared behind her, dark blue eyes stormy, betrayed. 

The Commander set the pot down with a quiet clink as she grasped her dressing table, the wood groaning slightly in protest. She knew without a doubt that Clarke was itching for a fight. 

“Hei, ai hodnes.” Heda murmured quietly, leaning forward to check her warpaint in the cracked and fogged looking glass that leaned askew against the back concrete wall. Behind her in the mirror, Clarke crossed her arms firmly, refusing to soften in the slightest. She cracked with fury, emanating off her in waves as she faces off with her warlord lover. 

“When were you going to tell me, Lexa? As you were riding out of the gates with your warriors? Send me a letter from the battlefield? When they brought you back, wounded or worse?!” Clarke’s voice cracked on the last sentence, her eyes glistening in a way that had Lexa reaching for her automatically, desperately, to soothe the pain that glittered and ran over her wife’s skin like a living, breathing thing. 

Clarke jerked away, the golden braids woven into her hair by Lexa’s loving hands earlier in the day swaying as she moved back to stand by the open balcony. Hands still tucked into her slides as though trying to stem the flow of a mortal wound. The sun was high in the sky above, the birds chirping mockingly as the tension steeped and grew within the bedchambers of Heda and Wanheda. 

Lexa pulled in a deep, sustaining breath as she rose from the table, going to her war chest to pull out her leather bracers that Anya had given her prior to her conclave, her fingers picking out a few prized possessions among the gleaming array of daggers and smaller, sharper weapons that she favors to tuck into her chest plate as she fights. The swords she’ll strap on before they leave, she decides.  

As she laced her fingers through her bracers, pulling them on through muscle memory, she turns to her distraught wife as a planet orbits its sun. 

“Clarke, they came to me this morning as you were working in the infirmary,” she informs softly, knowing that nothing will derail Clarke now, logic least of all. “I leave now to solve the squirmish among the Azgeda border. If all goes well, I will be back by midday tomorrow at latest. I am sorry I did not send a messenger to tell you, I thought you would be back well before we had to leave.” Regret infuses her tone; she knows that if she had informed Clarke sooner then she might have been able to head off this tsunami of anger that threatened to overtake her, just a scant half hour before she had to ride out with her warriors. 

Clarke refuses to soften as Lexa approaches her. A kiss meant to soothe, appease, misses its target as Clarke jerks her head sharply away, soft lips landing on a cheekbone instead of on its partnered pair of lips. 

“You know what happened last time you went to that border,” comes the soft, sad whisper, twin tears falling like shooting stars down Clarke’s cheeks as she swipes roughly at her face, angling away from Lexa as she denies her lover the chance to comfort her. 

 “I know, Clarke.”

They both know. Two seasons ago while riding to break up what they believed was a routine complaint of vagrants looting caravans in one of the northern quadrants of the Podakru and Azgeda border, Lexa had been shot with an arrow through the shoulder, despite the best efforts of her guard. 

With a poisoned arrow. 

She had been returned to Clarke’s desperate care in the dead of night, feverish and hallucinating as she had cried and fought, whimpering alternatively for Clarke, for her friends from the Conclave, for Anya, as she cried black tears of blood. Clarke had never been more terrified in her life.

 Clarke had worked with a desperate crew of five other trusted healers through the night to attempt to ascertain the antidote to the poison, to save their Commander. 

To save Clarke’s houmon.  

In the end Nyko had saved her, remembering an obscure Azgeda poison that grew only from the moss that flourished in the thawed pools that formed in the northern caves in the summer. 

The same caves that Nyko had happened to visit last summer on a foraging expedition in an attempt to ease past tension between King Roan’s people and other members of the Kongeda. 

They had packed Lexa’s dark wound with the dried moss and prayed.

She would never admit it, but Clarke’s tears had mixed with the dressing as she slumped over her wife, shaking with silent sobs when Lexa’s fever had finally broken, waking with a quiet, “Clarke?” and a weakened hand threading through dirty blonde locks. 

In present day, Clarke’s burning gaze locks with Lexa’s softened one that begs for forgiveness. In a moment of bravery Lexa tentatively inches towards her love, twining their fingers together. She presses herself to Clarke, willing her to soften. Clarke lets herself be arranged into the embrace as Lexa threads her fingers behind Clarke’s neck, bringing their foreheads together. 

“In any world, any universe,” Lexa breathes as their eyes slide shut, bodies pressing together, heartbeats slowly synching into one, “I will come back to you, ai Haiplana. I will crawl if I have to.” 

Clarke nods fiercely without breaking their embrace, more tears escaping from beneath her trembling eyelids. 

She yanks Lexa even closer, smashing their lips together as she clings to Lexa as tightly as she possibly can, willing her body to meld to hers. Clarke tastes blood as her lip splits, teeth clashing as she tries to deepen the kiss while scrabbling against Lexa’s leather breastplate for purchase. Lexa lets herself be soft, lets herself be lead as she presses into her wife, selfishly soaking in the love and fear that emanates from Clarke. 

A soft knock on the door breaks them apart slightly, both breathing fiercely, foreheads still touching as their hands lock. The door cracks open the scantest inch. 

“Heda…it is time.”

“I will be at the stables in five minutes, Ryder,” Lexa calls back in her Heda voice, unwilling to break the fiery stare that Clarke is burning her alive with. She presses one more desperate kiss onto Clarke, swiping away Clarke’s tears as best she can with her thumbs. 

Clarke silently walks across the room to fetch Lexa's two favorite swords. She straps them wordlessly to her back, dried tear tracks still lingering on her cheeks. They both know that Clarke won’t come down the stables to see her off; it's too painful for both of them for her to watch Lexa leave. 

“You will come back, Lexa Kom Trikru,” Clarke orders in her fiercest, coldest voice as she checks over her lover’s armor, making sure every piece is strapped and tucked in place perfectly, to cover Lexa’s weak spots when she cannot. 

She places one last kiss on Lexa’s helm of awe as she walks her to their bedroom door, checking her over one last time with a critical eye. 

“You will come back, or I will come fetch you myself.” 

#clexa #can you feel my heart #canon #i have had two glasses of wine so if my grammar is terrible blame it on that #for you my friend #this lite angst is payback for that insanely sad and great poetry in your ask #cascowriteswords #kpprompts

[zaenight]

WANHEDA // COMMANDER OF DEATH BRANDON CARVER CHAPTER 2

Tw:small Spicy scene👹

The group had found a small compound that they called home,it wasn't much but it would do for now.

They named themselves the reapers,usually clad in mask and black oufits.

Cordelia either went with Leah and Carver,or watched Matthew and tended to wounds.

although she herself prefered war paint over the mask her companions wore.

Anyways........

Cordelia Layed in a makeshift bed reading a book she found on a run.

The bed shifted slowly as Carver kissed her bare back,her tattoos on display as he traced the patterns.

The tattoos were a shock to some who didn't know the eighteen year old doctor,lets just say they were usaully walked in on by their comrads who usually left with Carver threatening to kill them.

*Cough* Bossie and Turner*Cough*.

As Cordelia turned around Carver captured her lips in a kiss which soon turned into a heavy make out session.

Cordelia softly moaned as Carver trailed kisses down her stomach and the inside of thighs.

As the couple were about to go into pound town the door slammed open.

"What the fuck man!" Brandon exclaimed,while he covered himself and Cordelia.

"OH GOD!" bossie yelled covering his eyes,before stammering and running out of the room that Pope asked for them and Leah to go on a run.

Brandon muttered curses under his breath before kissing Cordelia's neck.

"We're continuing this later." He said smirking.

Cordelia laughed as the two got dressed and the two made their way to the gates

were leah awaited.

The three in Black oufits with hoods,Carver and Leah wore mask that covered their face,While Cordelia wore black warpaint across her eyes with small designs here and there.

Carrying her Bow and a bag of medical supplies she passed by Matthew and viola who were being chased by Powell and Mancea who were stuck babysiting.

She shook her head with a small smile making her way to her sister and husband,who wrapped a arm around her waist.

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The three went into a small town going in and out of stores grabbing food and medical supplies.

Pope had told them to kill anyone on sight,as days went by the man grew colder and crueler,although he saw them as his children,his favorite being leah and Cordelia.

But Cordelia knew one day the man would cause some of their deaths one day.

All of a sudden a hoarde of over thirty rotters came,The three managing to get into a small shop huddling together.

Carver gripped his wife's shoulder as one of the rotters came by the door.

The rotter looked freshly turned,almost slaming open the glass door before stammering away.

Until a groan alearted the three and Two rotters snarled launching at them.

Carver stabbed one in the head as Leah shot the other,which attracted the hoarde.

Cordelia gripped her dagger as Carver and Leah grabbed their weopons,they got enough food and essentials,the dead ones were the only thing standing in their way.

The hoarde got distraced as a Deer came out of the Wooded area near the shops, the three got ready to leave while the rotters were still distracted.

Cordelia saw the ones they killed and got an Idea,She kneeled down with her dagger and gutted them rubbing blood over herself,Carver and leah followed soon after.

"Never in a million years did I think I would be covered in guts and fighting for my life." Cordelia said as they slowly went out the door.

"And yet here we are." Leah stated.

"Yeah,now lets get the hell out of here." Carver said,looking to see if any  rotters followed.

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They made their way back to the small compound,as they entered Matthew hugged Leah and waved at Carver and Cordelia,Viola barked as her tail wagged as Carver petted her.

(its gonna be so funny because dog bites him in the future lmao.)

He ran his hand through his hair that was slowly growng out,soon wrapping his arm around Cordelia who kissed his cheek.

luckily the three had no injuries,and explained why they were covered in Blood and guts.

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Cordelia and Brandon stood in the shower,thank god they found a place with running water, the blood and guts rinsing off.

As the two finished up they Laughed walking outside to the small bonfire that the guys had made,grabbing one of the many cans of soup they luckily found.

She sat in his lap as The two talked to Leah who held Matthew,Viola layed next to their feet her tail wagging slowly.

It was always like this,they sat and ate while Pope started a speech about God and how he chose us.

No one dared objected his theories,afraid of his anger.

And no one would admit it but the only one who scared them more than Pope was Cordelia.

Don't underestimate her,don't test her and don't tempt her fury,there will be hell to pay if you do.

She smiled softly as Carver kissed her head,The two making Matthew laugh with silly jokes and faces.

Cordelia was probably the only person to get Carver to Show his true self,Happy,kind and a jokester,instead of a grade A cocky asshole.

But the one thing about him was that he was Loyal and fierce,and would do anything to protect his Family.

And all hell would break loose if Cordelia were to get hurt or die,he would go on a rampage and kill what ever stood in his path,Leah would be the second person who would do anything drastic if her baby sister died.

Those two would do anything if Cordelia was Harmed,you better run and hide because if you lay a hand on her,you'll be dead and never see the next day.

And for that the group was thankful Cordelia always came back Breathing.

As the couple said their goodnights,they walked into their room,the door slamming shut as Cordelia wrapped her legs around his waist.

Brandon took off his shirt,softly throwing her on the makeshift bed and getting on top kissing her lips.

"Now where were we before we were were interupted Beautiful." Brandon said,their eyes full of lust and love.

And with that their room was filled with grunts and soft soft moans.

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A/n:

(Not gonna lie they should have showed the reapers more,and keep some alive instead of killing them all,would hsve loved to see more of their skills,and pope was waisted potential,Carver was like the daryl of the reapers,Loyal and would do anything for them, Him and negan could have been a great comedic duo,Would have liked to see Leah have a friendship with Carol and Connie,they could have got a redemtion ark.)

#fanfic #wattpad #original character #alex meraz #alexmeraz #twdreapers #twdleah #twdbrandoncarver #twdcarver #twd #smut #fluff #brandoncarver #brandon carver #lynn collins #elizamorely #eliza taylor #clarke griffin #twdbossie #twdpope #twdoc #the walking dead #leah shaw #twdleahshaw

[blu3haw4]

I like most of what you reblog, I just don’t like smut, especially graphic smut involving penises, on my dash, and try to curate my experience with that, but for some reason tumblr is still showing me the posts when mutuals reblog them. It is totally your choice not to tag, I am only ever on mobile too so I understand, I just thought I would ask as a last resort,. Thank you anyways..

Oh wait! That's actually the specific I need! I can tag those with 'smut' and 'Wanheda's-dagger' that has been the recurring or G!P you tell me Babe! that's easier and i also try to alway say something in those tags 🥰

[topazy]

What we found

Parings: John Murphy/OC

Warnings: mentions of violence

Chapter: nine

Bellamy

“Now what? We are screwed!”

“We can find another way.”

“How?” I spun to face Clarke. “Luna was our last chance, and she said no.”

“She’s not the last night-blood. I think I know a way that can save us and stop A.L.I.E.”

“How?” I was confused.

“Ontari.”

—

“What? What does that mean?” I asked.

I was worried, I had never seen Clarke look so defeated before. “She's brain dead. She can't give us the kill code. It's over. We're trapped here.”

I shook my head in frustration. Ontari was dead, Abby was still recovering from almost hanging herself, and an army of grounders and Jaha’s followers were on their way to kill us. Murphy’s pacing back and forth was starting to irritate me.

“Well, what about Ontari?” He asked. “I thought you said we had one shot with that thing.”

"I told you, Ontari is no longer an option for the Flame. She's brain dead." Clarke turned to face me, “is the floor secure?"

I opened my mouth to answer when I could hear a banging noise getting louder. We all turned to look at the door which he had done our best to keep shut, except the noise wasn’t coming from there. It was coming from below.

“No stop!”

I spun around hearing Abby yelling behind me, I was shocked to see Cora standing with a knife to Clarke’s throat. I had never seen such hatred behind anyone’s eyes that I saw in Cora’s glare. Indra attempted to sneak up on the chipped grounder, but she must have sensed the movements behind her because Cora quickly spun her arm and hit Indra in the face, causing her nose to make a horrible cracking sound.

I took the chance to try and restrain her. Murphy stood for a moment before helping me. Cora took her opportunity and head-butted Murphy. He let out a loud groan, before stumbling back. “What is she doing here?”

Murphy pinched his nose, “she accepted the chip.”

She accepted the chip because her brother had died, and she wanted to numb the pain. I still didn’t understand how the grounder in front of me was so useful to Lexa’s previous plan, but I know it meant she was important.

“Look,” Clarke said, pointing towards a hole in the corner. “She must have snuck up through a passageway.”

Pike walked towards us and pointed his gun at her. “She’s a threat.”

“Wait!” Murphy stepped in front of Pike. “You can’t kill her! Clarke can fix her.”

“He’s right,” I added, before turning to face Clarke. “Whatever you’re going to do, you need to do it fast.”

I wasn’t sure if it was in the influence of A.L.I.E or not but the strength Cora seemed to have was insane. Me and Murphy both struggled to hold her. Clarke approached us slowly trying not to startle Cora who now had her head hanging down low.

“Okay,” Clarke held out a scalpel. “I’m going to need you guys-”

She was cut off by Cora kicking her in the stomach, sending her backwards. “My mom needs to do it, she will never let me close enough.”

“We had our fun together didn’t we, Wanheda?” Cora said in a much deeper, and darker voice. She almost sounded like a different person. “You don’t like that name do you? Wanheda I’ll let you in on a little secret, the real Clarke Griffin is much worse than the commander of death. Atom, Finn, Lexa…”

Cora was trying to get a reaction the same way Raven did under the influence of the chip. “We don’t have time for this! Murphy, grab the rope and help me restrain her.”

“You know what I should have done Wanheda, while you lay asleep next to me?” Clarke’s face fell, while listening to Cora’s words. “I should have slit your throat.”

“Okay that’s enough.” Abby kneeled in front of Cora who was now restrained, and stuffed a rag in her mouth.

Clarke stared at Ontari as Pike informed us the stairs had collapsed. “Good. Then we have time.”

“Time for what?” I was confused.

“An Ascension Ceremony.”

Murphy

“Clarke, c'mon! We can't hold them off.” Everyone who was chipped was now closing in on us. I couldn’t help fighting them off while pumping Ontari’s heart so Clarke could stay alive. Bellamy, Octavia, and Pike had disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Cora wiggling out of her restraints. “Abby we-”

Suddenly it all stopped. Clarke woke up, and the fighting came to a halt. She really did it. I couldn’t believe it. As Abby removed the flame from Clarke’s neck, I finally let go of Ontari’s heart.

“John…”

I spun to see Emori staring at me with tears in her eyes. I ran to her, pulling her in for a hug and she started to cry. “Hey, hey.”

I felt her shake as she sobbed against me. “I'm so sorry, John.”

“It's okay. It's okay.” I whispered while Emori clung to me.

Looking over her shoulder I saw Cora still glaring at Clarke with the same look of hatred she had previously. Closing my eyes I lost myself for a minute in the comfort of Emori. I finally had her back, and I was scared of losing her again but It didn’t stop the nagging voice in my head telling me to ask Cora why she knocked me out and left me.

Cora

I watched as many people from skaikru reunited with loved ones. It was nice, Bellamy had his sister, and John had found his love. I was happy for him.

The moment my eyes landed on Wanheda I felt my blood boil. She was alive, and smiling at the doctor. She caught me staring and walked towards me with her hand reached up. She wanted to help me to my feet. I scoffed and smacked her hand away, before standing up.

“Core I-”

“Don’t,” I snapped. Noticing others looking, I lowered my voice. “If I wasn’t surrounded by your people I would plunge my dagger into your heart, just so you could feel an ounce of pain that you’ve caused me.”

“Please just listen, Lexa-”

I cut her off again. “Our heda is dead because of you, that bullet was meant for you not her.”

“I loved her…” she said quietly.

Love. She didn’t understand the meaning of the word. “You made her weak.”

Indra squeezed my shoulder. “I understand your anger Persephone, but a warrior shows no emotions until the war is over.”

I glanced at the blonde once again. “You might have saved your people from A.L.I.E but that isn’t redemption from all the other crimes you’ve committed.”

I shrugged Indra away and walked towards the window. It looks the same, but different. My words to Clarke were hypocritical but I didn’t care, she let me believe my brother was alive knowing I’d do whatever it took to find him.

Feeling a presence behind my I turned to see Bellamy. “Looks like your people won.”

“What are you planning on doing now?”

“Return to what’s left of my home village.” He leaned against the wall and waited for me to continue. “My village was on land that now belongs to ice nation.”

“You could get killed.”

I shrugged, I didn’t care.

“You’ll be safer staying close by.”

Snorting at his comment I shook my head, I wasn’t a complete fool. I knew what Lexa had told him, and now he thinks I’m someone important.

“Your heda thought you were someone worth keeping safe.”

If only he knew. How was I supposed to explain to him or anyone that there was nothing special about me, and everything was a fabricated lie to save myself? I couldn’t. If I did then the truth would come out and my loved ones would have died for nothing.

Notes: And that’s a wrap on season three!!

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[renlios]

INTRIGUED  GAZE  IS  PINNED  ON  HER  THE  MOMENT  SHE  SPIES  HER  in  the  training  room ,  head  tilting  as  she  makes  her  way  in .   “ so , ”   she  muses  gently ,  turning  away  from  her  only  for  a  second ,  running  her  fingers  across  the  array  of  weapons  available  to  her .  “ you’re  the  great  wanheda . ”   smiling ,  she  shifts  so  that  she  can  DRAG  her  gaze  across  her  properly ,  taking  the  time  to  evaluate  ren’s  latest  fixation ,  wondering  if  she  could  truly  be  as  EXCITING  as  everyone  else  seemed  to  make  her  out  to  be .   meeting  her  eyes  once  more ,  she  finally  goes  back  to  her  HUNT ,  picking  up  a  dagger  off  the  side ,  words  falling  from  her  lips  quite  CASUALLY ,  acting  like  they  were  friends .   “ how  are  you  finding  it ? ”

@pyrrhicmessiah​​​   :   STARTER   CALL .

#* . ✦ . ˚ main : ( i stepped into the flames with no fear of burning. ) #pyrrhicmessiah #<3 #for u

[lexa-griffins]

To follow up with that previous ask, I might as well just ask the question outright

I'm assuming from the start there might not be any fan artist as I have never really seen fan artist draw g!p Clarke so I kept it as other :)

There is no option to say no because if this doesn't interest you, then it isn't for you. I mostly wanna see the adherence it would have + the ratio of fan artist to readers

I'm not sure what this would fully entail as it could be left to each person - write a fic, open their inbox for asks and prompts, share their already in-progress fics, etc. Any suggestion is welcomed :D

Small edit: g!p would mean anything from alpha, trans intersex, fantasy, monster, whatever you want!

#ignoreme.jpg #clexa #g!p clarke #g!p clarke griffin #wanheda's dagger #Clarke griffin

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter 2 of Whims/Winds of Fate/Destiny is posted!!

#f: whims/winds of fate/destiny #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #werewolf clarke #vampire lexa #wanheda's dagger #werewolves #vampires #Skaikru are werewolves #Grounders are vampires #raven reyes #octavia blake #anya kom trikru #smut #lust at first sight #enemies to lovers #there's a murder mystery too #vampire hunters #werewolf hunters #alpha clarke griffin #clexa fic #clexa moodboard #my fic updates #read on ao3

[owl127]

I’m excited to see what else you write! Whenever I’m reading a dagger/athlete story I can’t help but think about them getting hurt..in that area. One of them getting kicked in the dagger, the other helping them ice it at home…

Maybe a teasing kind of approach? Hard to evolve to sexy times with.... damaged bits.

"Stop staring," Clarke huffs, adjusting the family size bag of frozen peas.

"But it looks... off."

"No it doesn't!"

"Clarke, I'm pretty sure there's an angle there."

"It will wear off."

"I'll get my angle finder."

"Lexa!"

"The internet says it's a penile lesion."

"It'll be fine!"

"You can have ED problems if it gets infected."

"Hospital. Now."

#oh alphas #clexa #ask the owl #fanfiction #wanheda dagger #a little dull here but #it will get sharper #haha #clexa fanfic #drabble #🗡️🗡️🗡️

[wonderful-writer]

24 - Searching

Summary: While looking for Clarke, the group discovers that farm station survived the fall to Earth. Monty finds a trail that leads her to Clarke, but a passing army holes everyone up in a cave. That, however, doesn’t seem to stop her.

Word Count: 2.55k

Warnings: Stabbing, fighting, etc. 

Based Off: 03x02, “Wanheda, Part Two”

Feedback is always highly appreciated!

You’ve been waiting anxiously in the rover with everyone crammed in the back for around three or so hours now.  Monty hid behind his seat while you sat between him and your father, who was looking out the slates in the back door of the rover with Bellamy beside him and Indra in the same spot she was in before.

“It’s been three hours now. What are they waiting for?” Bellamy asked no one in particular.

“Even in the light, I don’t see anyone,” Kane noted.

“I say we make a run for it.” Monty suggested.

“No. That’s what they want us to do.”

“The boy is right.” Indra agreed. “The boy is right, they can wait longer than we can.”

“Okay, Bellamy.” Kane addressed your boyfriend. “Get in the turret, and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over there, we’ll cover you.”

“Copy that.” Bellamy zipped up his jacket. “Run fast.”

Before he could get to the turret, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him to you, capturing his lips in yours for a moment before you whispered, “Be careful.”

“Always am.” You let go of him and watched as he opened the hatch to the turret, pulling himself up to his full height. Not even ten seconds later, he spoke again. “They’re here.”

Your father pointed his gun up at the turret as the grounder spoke. “Everybody out or the boy dies.”

All it took was Bellamy’s legs to be pulled out of the rover for you to surrender. “Okay! Okay! We’re coming out!” You put your sword on the ground and laid your daggers there too. “Just don’t hurt him!”

Your father followed suit and opened the door for you, but he was dragged out and thrown to the ground as soon as it was the tiniest bit open. The same went for you, Monty, and Indra. All five of you were pinned to the ground with arms behind your backs as a woman shouted. A rapid beeping was heard as they pulled Monty up off the ground and grabbed the tracking beacon from him.

He fought for it back, but you and Bellamy begged him to stop. “Monty, let it go.”

One of the grounders repeated his name, almost like she was in shock. You looked between the masked woman and your close friend, becoming even more surprised when he called her mom. She pulled down her hood and ripped off the mask, pulling her son into her arms. They let the rest of you go as your dad recognized someone.

He helped your father up and pulled him into a hug, but you helped yourself before moving to Bellamy’s side, giving him your hand and pulling him up and into your arms as well. After you pulled apart, you moved back to your father.

“Dad, I hate to cut this short but we have to find Clarke.”

“Clarke Griffin?” Pike asked, to which you responded with a nod. “If only all of my earth skills students were as good as her.”

Bellamy smiled at the man and they greeted each other before he turned to you. “I don’t remember seeing you in any of my classes.”

“That’s because I wasn’t in them, sir.” You said politely. “Went to the skybox before I could get to your classes. I’m Y/n. Y/n Kane.”

You smiled at the shocked look on Pike’s face, looking between you and your father. “I knew Marcus had a wife, but I had no idea he had a kid.”

“Not a lot of people did, sir. Not that it’s entirely his fault, though, my mother wanted me not to get caught up in politics that young.” Pike nodded at you and you smiled back, turning your attention to your dad.

“Okay. Move the tree.” He requested. Pike enlisted the help of his group along with you, Bellamy, and Monty to roll the tree out of the way. It didn’t take much to get it out of the way with the amount of people moving it.

Before you knew it you were back on the road again, this time with more people to help you look for Clarke without getting killed. Once you got to the trading post, the door was wide open and there was what sounded like a fight going on inside. You unsheathed your sword, having put all your weapons back once you were in the rover, and walked toward the hut behind Bellamy. With one shot the grounder that was fighting the other person was dead. The woman he was on top of got up and backed away, covered in blood.

Lowering your sword, you put a gentle hand out and looked at her. “Are you okay?” When she gave no answer, you asked again. “Are you all right?”

Indra noted that the man Bellamy just killed was a bounty hunter before giving a brief glance in the back room. “We’re here to help.” She addressed the other grounder.

Pike requested that Indra speak english, your father immediately telling the teacher to go outside. “Take Monty and Hannah. Search the perimeter, make sure he was alone.”

“We’re looking for Wanheda.” Indra told the woman.

She looked down at the dead man on her floor. “So was he.”

“Please,” Bellamy asked. “She’s in danger.”

“You’re Skaikru?” The blonde asked.

“Yeah,” You told her.

“She was here last night.” She informed you.

“Did she say where she was going?” Kane asked.

“No,” The woman shook her head. “She was here when I fell asleep and gone when I woke up.”

“Did she give you any indication of where she might go?” You inquired.

“No.” She told you and you looked down, sighing. If this is how it was going to be with everyone Clarke’s come across, you were never going to find her. “But he did.”

“He said that his partner came back for her. He was Ice Nation.” You exchanged looks with the two men on either side of you. “I hope you find her.”

Bellamy thanked the woman as Monty came back into the hut. “Good news. I found fresh tracks.”

“Great. Start the rover.” Bellamy instructed.

“That’s the bad news-- too many trees.” Monty sighed. “We have to go on foot.”

You nodded gratefully at the woman and left after Bellamy. Your dad gathered up Pike and Hannah, letting them know what was going on and letting Indra lead them with the tracks the grounder left behind. The tracks led you out to an overgrown field. You stayed behind with Bellamy, walking side by side.

Monty lagged behind his mother, exchanging a glance with Bellamy before picking up the pace again, allowing Pike to come up beside him. “I need to ask you a question,”

“The last report we got on the Ark, you were under attack by grounders. What changed?”

“Turns out we had a common enemy.” Bellamy responded.

“What happened to them?”

“We won.”

Indra held up a hand and demanded that everyone remain quiet. “Listen.”

You could hear drums pounding in the distance, nothing like what you heard during the first few days of being on the ground. You could easily spot where they were coming from and Indra spoke up. “Azgeda.”

“You can tell it’s Ice Nation from the sound?” Monty asked.

“No. From them.” She pointed to the dead bodies on the ground not too far ahead of you.

“We need to get those bodies off the field, unless you’re good with them thinking that we killed them.” Pike suggested.

“Wait, two people at twelve o’clock.” Bellamy pointed out. You looked in his direction, seeing two figures that were partially covered by the overgrowth moving away. “Bellamy looked into his scope to get a better view before speaking. “It’s Clarke.”

Bellamy started running in her direction and you followed him, until Pike stopped the both of you. “You’ll never make it in time, look.” He pointed and you spotted the army making its way across the field.

“There’s no way we’ll get across without being seen,” Monty told you.

“We should lay low, let the army pass, and then we’ll find Clarke.” Pike suggested.

Monty pointed out a cave close by and you got to work in helping to move the bodies there, while Indra walked away. You heard little bits of the quick conversation she had with your dad, so you knew where she was headed.

It didn’t take long to get cover inside the cave, leaving the bodies of the Ice Nation men near the entrance as you all went a little deeper into the cave. You stayed near the entrance with Bellamy, restless. All you wanted was to find Clarke and hopefully bring her home and you were so close to doing that, but the army that passed by prevented you. However, you had a plan.

The dead men were Ice Nation, just like the army passing by outside. They were, well, dead, and didn’t exactly need their clothes anymore. So, as soon as Bellamy left to talk to Kane and Pike about finding Clarke, which you knew would take a little bit, you slipped on the Ice Nation clothing and out of the cave, into the grounder army.

Your face was covered with a mask and you were sure that because Bellamy was distracted, it would take him a little longer to come for you. While walking across the field, you were stopped by a large man, who just spun you to face the same direction as the rest of the army and moved on. You were thankful for the mask, because as soon as the army started moving, you walked over to the part of the forest you saw Clarke and whomever she was with enter into.

As you went, you came across a light pole with blood on it. Taking off the armor that covered your face and unsheathing your sword, you went down the stairs that were next to the pole, hoping Clarke was in there, as it was your only lead.

You walked stealthily down the steps with your sword in front of you, aware of your surroundings in case anyone found you or tried to attack you. Once you entered the abandoned subway station, you let your eyes adjust to the dark and when they were, you spotted a rope wrapping around one of the pillars and a hand on one of the sides. Clarke’s hand.

You glanced around once before deciding to go around the left of the pillar, sighing in relief when you saw Clarke’s face. You smiled and crouched in front of her, moving the locks of hair from her face. She said something, you thought it was your name, but it was muffled by the cloth in her mouth. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?”

As soon as the gag was pulled from her mouth she shouted. “Look out!”

You barely had enough time to turn around and put your sword up defensively, blocking a hit that might have killed you had Clarke not been able to warn you in time. Because you put most of your strength into blocking the rough hit, you left your stomach wide open and your opponent used that to their advantage, kicking you down and putting their other foot on the arm you held your sword in.

The man put the tip of his sword to your chest threateningly as Clarke begged him not to, watching as he pulled one of your daggers from the holster on your thigh. “I’ll do anything, I-I’ll stop fighting, just please, don’t kill her.”

You kept your gaze on the Azgeda warrior, who had his eyes locked on Clarke before taking the blade off of your chest. Your relief didn’t last long, however, as he plunged your dagger into your thigh with force before ripping it out. You couldn’t help the scream that passed your lips in pain as the man told you, “Don’t follow us.” Then his boot came into contact with your face and everything went dark.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you were knocked out by the aggressive Ice Nation warrior, but as soon as you woke up and saw that you were alone, you hurried to get back out and find Clarke, forgetting about the stab wound in your leg until you tried standing on it. An involuntary yelp slipped past your tongue and your hand went to the would, coming away with bloody fingertips.

After a lot of effort and pain, you made it back out into the forest, trying to find where Clarke and her captor went. You had to keep resting on trees, and once you realized you weren’t far from the entrance to the subway, you groaned. It got harder to walk as you fell against the next tree, letting out a grunt in pain.

“Y/n!” You heard Monty shout at you. “She’s hurt.”

You stopped to rest against the tree, watching as everyone came rushing towards you. “We told you to wait for the army to move,” Your father scolded.

Bellamy came to your side and tried to examine you. “What happened?”

“I-I-I almost got her,” You panted, all your energy gone from trying to walk on a hurt leg.

“Pike, find their trail.” Kane ordered.

“It’s useless,” Pike shook his head. “He knows he’s being followed now.”

As the group looked towards Pike, you made a feeble attempt at getting away, but Bellamy and your father pulled you back against the tree. “You can’t even walk,” Your dad told you.

“So what? We just-- we just give up?” You asked. “Let him kill her?” Shaking them off, you limped forward but stopped, the pain getting to you. Bellamy ran back over to you, crouching to your level and holding your arm.

“Hey, I wanna find her, too, but look at your leg.” He pointed to the wound. “You could die out here and we don’t have a trail,”

“We can’t lose Clarke!” You shouted at your boyfriend, the worry and pain seeping into your emotions. “We-- we can’t lose her, Bell.”

“We will find her, okay?” He affirmed. “We’ll figure something out, I promise… but not like this. This isn’t how we do it.”

Once you agreed quietly, Bellamy put your arm around his neck and put his arm on your back, helping you walk back to the rover to get back to Arkadia, where you would once again get stitches.

Every bump the rover hit on the way back worsened the pain in your leg but you managed to keep quiet and deal with it until you got there. Bellamy helped you onto the gurney that Jackson prepared for you while you were on the way back, although you insisted you didn’t need it. 

“You got lucky this time, Y/n. You won’t need crutches this time because it isn’t too deep, but you can’t do any heavy lifting for at least a week.”

Groaning, you took Abby’s hand and got off the bed. “I need to be out there, Abby.”

“Well unless you want tissue and nerve damage I suggest not going.” 

With a final roll of your eyes, you turned and left the medbay to go see Raven.

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[puddygeeks]

We Come Running - The 100 Bellamy x OC - Chapter 62: Unreliable Allies

Masterlist

Episode: Wanheda: Part One

Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

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Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Smuggling my daggers into camp to avoid handing them in to our armoury, I packed away my clothing in a trunk in Octavia’s room and stared at my reflection. It was strange, but it didn’t feel like I had turned my back on the other side of me, but rather that I had merged the two as I promised to utilise what I had learned to assist my family. A knock at the door startled me and I whipped around to find Bellamy hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

“Heard that I might find you hiding out here. Didn’t expect to see you back in camp so soon.” He remarked as he smiled slyly and as I opened my mouth to answer, he shuffled into the room. “Look. I owe you an apology. I was out of line the last time that we spoke. I’m under a lot of pressure right now and I’ve put you in a similar position, which just makes it even worse that you’re the person I took it out on. I always want what’s best for you and sometimes that means disagreeing with you, but I don’t ever want to hurt you, not even by accident. I’m sorry, Inds. You didn’t deserve any of that.” He rambled, his face a sorry picture of remorse as he bared himself to me and I waited for him to allow me the chance to speak. 

“I’m sorry too. I was defensive and unwilling to listen. I didn’t stop to think about how all of this was affecting you, because you seemed so normal and you kept saying that you were okay, so I just stopped asking. I knew you were being weird the last time that I visited and it just wound me into a state. I should’ve listened to your opinion, instead of just yelling at you.” I explained, and his shoulders immediately dropped their tension as he realised that I wouldn’t be holding a grudge. “Are we good?” I asked him nervously, allowing him the opportunity to admit if there was more to his outburst than he had told me, but he simply smiled as he stepped closer to me, placing his hands on my shoulders gently.

“We’re good. You were right. I was being weird. I was feeling overwhelmed and missing you was stressing me out. I wish I’d just talked to you about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you how I was feeling until it spilled out of my control. I’m just not used to having someone to depend on.” He divulged, his hands warming my skin and I smiled at him in understanding. “I promise that I’ll do better, okay?” He offered with a sincerity that made my heart ache and I felt certain in this moment that I had made the right decision by coming home.

“Well, it should be easier for you to keep your stress levels down now that you won’t be missing me so much.” I responded cryptically and his handsome features contorted into a confused expression that made me chuckle lightly. “I’m gonna stay in Arkadia. No more running away. Arlo has more investigation to do in Azgeda and I know where I want to be. You were right. This is my home.” I revealed and a relieved smile lit his face up with such genuine joy that it made my stomach flip. 

“Really? You’re gonna stay? That’s great!” He breathed, before he seemed to suddenly doubt himself and anxiety crept into his demeanour. “This isn’t just because of what I said, is it? If you feel like you should be out there. I don’t want to hold you back.” He fretted worriedly and I smiled with appreciation.

“Bellamy, I swear. I’m here because I want to be. It came to time to choose a path and I realised that I already knew the answer.” I explained, causing him to regard me with fondness and sigh contentedly, lapping up every detail of my presence as if there were nothing else he could want. “I just want to make sure that you know you can talk to me about anything. Something you said before worried me, about living with your choices-”

“Love. I promise you, I’m fine. I was just lashing out because I was sick of everyone constantly bringing up Mount Weather. I’m just happy that you’re here. That’s all I need.” He cut me off mid flow with a very convincing assertion and the relaxed tone of his voice almost removed any fears that I carried, leaving only a trace of suspicion that I would continue to watch out for. “Now, if you don’t have any plans for the next couple of hours, I’d like to show you just how sorry I am.” He drawled, as his fingers deftly brushed the hair from my face, before cupping my cheeks and he closed into my space to place the first of many intoxicating kisses on my lips.

❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖

Watching Lincoln and Bellamy spar was a strange experience, though as I glance around the room at the rest of our audience, I found that several of the female members appeared to be enjoying it for entirely different reasons. I couldn’t understand the necessity for them to be shirtless, but I was not about to argue with matters of testosterone and I had no objections to the sight of Bellamy’s toned chest glistening from the exertion. I bit my lip unintentionally and had to quickly remind myself that we were not currently alone, as a rose blush filled my cheeks.

Since I’d been home, Bellamy had been far more open to the idea of adopting some aspects of grounder life, including learning some simple parts of Trig from me. He was doing surprisingly well in the fight and it was clear that he’d taken my suggestion to allow Lincoln to assist with training seriously. He was able to stand his ground for substantially longer than before, even shocking me with a powerful flying punch, but it wasn’t long before he got overconfident and Lincoln threw him over his shoulder in a manner that only he would have the strength to do. Bellamy slammed to the ground with a groan, panting as his opponent hovered over him with his fist raised threateningly, before he stepped away in victory. He approached the waiting group to address them with authority.

“He had me, but he was too aggressive.” He analysed as he marched back and forth in front of the students and Bellamy struggled to his feet behind him.

“Whatever you say.” He remarked with a smirk and slid on his shirt, much to the disappointment of both myself and every other woman in the room.

“Quitting so soon?” Lincoln teased as he glanced over his shoulder at him and I was pleased to witness how comfortable he’d become amongst the residents of Arkadia. He’d settled into the role of training recruits quickly and I knew that many of them were inspired by his resilience. Personally, I enjoyed watching as he discovered his own sense of humour, but worried that his integration with us could backfire at any moment. Though my confidence in our leadership grew by the day, I continued to remain aware of our history and kept a careful watch for any signs of betrayal.

“Mapping run. Sector 7.” Bellamy answered absentmindedly as he finished getting dressed and I sighed with exhaustion.

Though I’d been aware that this was the plan for today, it had been easy to forget whilst occupied by the recruits and I would have preferred to remain in camp. It felt as if guard commitments were the only activity that filled my days now and I missed simply hiding out in our quarters. I didn’t regret joining the guard. It gave me the opportunity to keep an eye on Bellamy during patrols and it had been a rather well thought out plan on his part. However, part of me longed for the lazy mornings where we could be undisturbed, instead of waking to mission briefs in bed. 

“Harper. Let’s get this over with.” Bellamy called over to her and the blonde in question picked up a large holdall, throwing it to Lincoln with a smile. “Council wants you to have that.” Bellamy explained as Lincoln began to open the bag and my stomach lurched as he pulled out a guard jacket.

“I’m Trikru.” Lincoln stated, his eyes growing wide at the gift and he glanced up at Bellamy doubtfully. Internally, I wished that Bellamy had discussed this with me before he decided to act on the request, as I knew from my experience of integrating with the grounders that this was a much more significant situation than he realised and I fidgeted nervously on the spot.

“A uniform doesn’t change that. This is our home now, Lincoln. We fought for it.” Bellamy appealed, fixing him with an encouraging smile, whilst Lincoln simply furrowed his brows, an evident confliction in his face.

I cleared my throat to gain Bellamy’s attention and the moment that he peered over at me in the crowd, I shook my head just subtly enough to hint at him to drop the topic. He was immediately defensive of my silent criticism and turned to address the crowd instead.

“Too many of our friends died for it. On the Ark, the uniform meant something different. Down here, it means what we make it mean. Together.” He stated, attempting to inspire the recruits to great success and although I understood his perspective, I was uncomfortable with the councils intentions for such a gift. “My sister will understand that eventually.” Bellamy dropped his voice to a mutter as he leaned in close to Lincoln, but I managed to overhear him as I approached. I caught Lincoln’s eye as he reflected on Bellamy’s words and when he instructed the waiting audience, there was an evident tension in his voice.

“Pair up and fight. Now.” His statement was more commanding than usual and people rushed into their places with a greater urgency.

“You don’t have to wear it if it makes you uncomfortable, Linkon.” I offered calmly in Trig and he crooked a brow at me in interest. “She won’t appreciate seeing you in the uniform of the people who arrested her. No matter what he wants it to represent now. I’ll talk to him about it later.” I confirmed and Lincoln sighed in a gesture of stress, before striding over to Bellamy for a hushed conversation. I rolled my eyes at them and said a hurried goodbye to Harper and Monroe as I left to prepare for the outing.

I arrived into the hangar just in time for the Rovers return from the latest supply run to Mount Weather and began the check procedure that I’d harassed Raven into teaching me. It was near impossible to convince her to allow me to assist her with anything, despite my concerns about her exhaustion and so any tasks that I could take off her list were a blessing.

I’d made a habit of ensuring that I allowed time to get started on Rover maintenance significantly earlier than anyone usually planned to meet for any missions, so that when Raven arrived there was little point in her taking over. The supply group wasted no time in unloading and I worked around them in a well practiced routine.

“Oh, you’re already here!” A bright voice cheered and I turned to find Gina smiling at me, freshly returned from her task. I suspected that she’d mostly joined the guard to keep an eye on Raven and as I found myself in a similar position with Bellamy, I couldn’t blame her for doing so. “I was going to find you when we’d wrapped up here, but this saves time. You’re about to fall in love with me.” She crooned as she leaned back into the Rover to root around and I snorted in laughter at her playful comment.

“Is that so?” I remarked with a smile and Gina huffed in annoyance, before crawling fully inside the vehicle. “I think Bellamy would have a thing or two to say about that, you know.” I added with amusement and instead of a reply, several things clattered about as she knocked items over. Several of her crew mates seemed visibly annoyed by her antics, as they struggled to unload the supplies around her chaotic behaviour.

“I know it’s in here somewhere.” Her muffled voice sounded from between the clutter and I chuckled lightly under my breath. She cheered loudly in celebration and her head emerged from the door with a victorious smile. “So! Your brief was pretty vague on what to keep an eye out for, but I’m happy to report that I have absolutely delivered. Here is your Greek shit.” She teased, before presenting me with an immaculately cared for copy of The Iliad. I gasped in response, my eyes growing wide in surprise and she beamed with pride.

“Holy shit. Jackpot!” I exclaimed as I took the book in both hands, flicking through the pages in disbelief. “Gina, I don’t even know if I can thank you enough for this. You couldn’t have picked anything more perfect. Although, I didn’t just ask for Greek shit. I said that or anything mythology based. It’s not my fault if that’s all you focused on.” I defended and she crossed her arms at me, crooking a brow in a sassy manner.

“Right. So very cultured of you.” She drawled and I shook my head at her.

“Seriously though. You exceed all expectations. Thank you!” I enthused, staring down at the book with a deep appreciation and she beamed in response to the praise. “What can I do to pay you back?” I asked in a genuine voice and she shrugged as if she hadn’t done anything special. 

“There’s no need, Indie. It was a simple enough task and I can tell that it was important to you. What are friends for, right?” She responded cheerily and my brows knitted together as I viewed her with a feeling of dissatisfaction. “Okay. If you want to return the favour, you can keep a close eye on Raven for me on today's run. Kane won’t let me go straight back out and she’s been seriously overdoing it lately. I’d feel much better knowing that someone else had her back.” She suggested and I smiled thoughtfully, glad to find that she still had Raven’s best interests at heart despite their bond remaining in the friendship stage. 

“I’d do that for free, but sure. You’ve got a deal.” I confirmed, before returning to finishing up the work on the Rover.

Once I’d completed all the checks that I knew how to do, I busied myself with collecting my gear and dressing for patrol. It still felt strange to wear the guard jacket now that it was tied to a role rather than simply a sentimental item, but the fact that it was Bellamy’s helped to alleviate the awkwardness. This helped me to sympathise with Lincoln’s predicament and I made a mental note to deal with the situation when we returned from our task.

I navigated back to the hangar to find that most of our team was now present and chatting idly as they got ready together. Bellamy and Monty marched down the ramp with someone draped over their shoulders and I sighed as understanding dawned over me. I stepped out of the way to allow them to pass and Bellamy separated himself to approach me instead.

“Hey. I checked in with Kane and mentioned that you were worried. He’s cleared us to take guns this time, so if we’re unlucky enough to come across Azgeda, we’ll be ready.” He replaced as he placed a comforting hand on my arm and I nodded slowly. A loud groan drew my attention and I glanced over to Monty, who was struggling to get Jasper into a manageable position.

“Jasper’s wrecked again, I see?” I commented bitterly and Bellamy simply shrugged, unwilling to discuss the issue whilst we were surrounded by people. I sighed in disappointment and decided to attempt to cheer him up. “Well, I was going to save this for later, but you look like you could use a pick me up now.” I explained as I pulled the book from inside my jacket and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” He asked as he took it from me and turned it over to view the cover with a stunned expression.

“It’s a peace offering.” I admitted, sliding my hands into my jacket pockets awkwardly and Bellamy glanced back up at me with a fond smile. I’d hoped to show that I was invested in getting us back on track following the recent tension and the appreciation in his eyes indicated that this gesture had accomplished this. He seemed perplexed by this gift and I suspected that he was not used to being doted upon. I resolved to change this in the future. “I didn’t think I’d be able to get the exact book that your mother read to you, but I knew that I wanted to get something you could de-stress with.” I elaborated in a small voice, staring at my feet to avoid his eyes and found myself feeling uncharacteristically insecure. Bellamy stowed the book away and stepped forward to cut my face in his hands, forcing me to view him.

“Thank you, Love. This is perfect.” He confirmed, studying my face with a sense of wonder and I sighed with relief. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll relax tonight if you join me. I’ll even read you to sleep.” He offered and I giggled at the idea of him reading to me.

“Deal.” I whispered and he leaned in to kiss my forehead gently, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. “Let’s get this run over with.” I groaned, as I reluctantly pulled away from him.

I turned to find Raven examining my work on the Rover, checking that it met her standards and rolled my eyes at the realisation that she still felt the need to do this. People scurried around me as we prepared to move out and I busied myself with packing the necessary supplies into the back. Miller arrived late with a lack of enthusiasm for duty, a frequent pattern of his recently, and I overheard him and Bellamy discussing the use of guns as I placed the last item into the vehicle.

I moved round to the side of the Rover to find Jasper leaning against the doors in an intoxicated slouch and rolled my eyes at the completely helpless state of him. It was already becoming tiring to find him in a noncoherent condition and I couldn’t fathom how Monty was dealing with it on a daily basis. Right on cue, Monty appeared to throw a bucket of water over him aggressively and I was momentarily proud that he had started to absorb my assertions that he was too gentle in the way that he dealt with Jasper.

“Sorry. Was that too cold?” Monty drawled as he viewed him with displeasure and Jasper glowered furiously in response. The others shifted awkwardly in the tension as they stared at each other, before Jasper grabbed Monty and threw him against the Rover with a furious yell. He gripped him by his shirt, holding him in a threatening manner whilst Monty stared back at him with a deeply hurt expression, his eyes wide in shock. The pain in Monty’s eyes spurred me into action and rushed forward to snatch Jasper’s hands out of place.

“Back off.” I growled, my teeth bared in anger as I stood beside them and protectively leaned around Monty, shielding him from any further attacks. Instead of reacting to my fiery attitude, Jasper simply turned slowly away from me with a far off gaze as if he’d completely forgotten what he was doing. Remaining close to Monty to ensure that he wasn’t awaiting a chance to ambush, I watched Bellamy intercept him with an unimpressed expression.

“No gun for you. Not until you’re sober.” He ordered, staring him down with a commanding intensity and I could recognise that his behaviour was beginning to tax on Bellamy too.

“Don’t want one.” Jasper slurred, barely managing to keep himself upright from his intoxication and he swung his arm up for a dramatic solute, slapping Bellamy across the face with the tail end of the gesture before he stumbled away. Bellamy paused for a moment, holding his head down in the position that he’d received the hit in and it was clear that he was struggling to maintain his composure. When he finally looked back up, I was amazed at how calm he had managed to appear and everyone waited for his instruction in the heavy silence.

“Let’s do this.” He announced, spurring the group into life as they all split to take their places in the vehicle and I shuffled over to him with uncertainty filling my movements.

“I don’t think we should take him with us this time.” I admitted quietly, glancing through the window with a heavy feeling of dread in my chest and Bellamy sighed with reluctance. “He’s a major risk. We can’t afford that when we’re getting so close to Azgeda.” I added, unwilling to divulge that I also felt there should be a consequence for his unreliability. We’d tried almost every other approach to dealing with Jasper’s lasting breakdown and I was running out of ideas.

“Monty begged me to take him.” Bellamy mumbled and I glanced up at him with a pang of guilt. “If he hadn’t, I’d have dragged his ass out of the Rover by now.” He confirmed and I nodded solemnly in understanding. “We’ll keep an eye on him together. Come on.” He offered, smiling encouragingly at me before he moved toward the back door, but I reached out to halt him.

“Wait.” I blurted, gripping his arm tightly and he studied me with concern. I stared up at him with an overwhelming sense of foreboding and couldn’t keep myself from taking his face into my hands. “No risks out there. We all come back safe.” I asserted, caressing his jawline with my hands trembling and he met my eyes with confusion. After a few beats, he nodded slowly in agreement and I pulled him in for a quick kiss in the hope that it would provide me with the strength that I need to face today. We walked to the back door hand in hand and sat next to each other on the bench.

“You two are so cute. Makes me sick.” Raven commented from the driver's seat and I caught a sly smile in the rear view mirror. It was obvious that she had been watching us from her seat in the wing mirrors as we shared our moment and I had to chuckle at her deeply ingrained nosiness.

“Couple of murderers. Super adorable. No wonder you get on so well with Monty.” Jasper spat from the passenger seat and as Monty surged forward to grab him, Bellamy quickly reached out to stop him.

“Can it, Jasper.” I groaned, frustration clear in my voice and he glanced over his shoulder with an antagonising expression.

“What, Indigo? You don’t want to get into the shocking amount of people that you’ve killed?” He drawled as he stared at me with unfocused eyes and I clenched my jaw in annoyance. 

“Enough!” Bellamy growled with an aggression that he quickly had to reign in as the others flinched in surprise. “Raven. Take us out.” He added, peeking over at me to calm himself and I smiled back in encouragement. 

Raven began the sequence of preparing the Rover to drive and a variety of sounds announced it’s surge into life. I surveyed the apprehensive faces that surrounded me with a sigh and felt regretful that there was such a heavy atmosphere between us all recently. The days of laughter and relief seemed years away and I couldn’t help a melancholy feeling as I wished for those simpler times to return. The hangar doors creaked open and barely seconds later Octavia galloped into view, blocking our exit with her horse.

“Guess we found her.” Miller remarked with amusement and I noticed a fond smile spread across Bellamy’s lips at the sight of her. Although she still insisted on travelling by horse, I was glad that she would be joining us and knew that I would need as much backup as possible if we were to encounter Azgeda.

“Try and keep up!” She called tauntingly and Raven’s expression grew devious at the challenge. I knew that Octavia would be disappointed that I hadn’t joined her on horseback, but I felt that it was important to be able to keep an eye on Jasper and to support Bellamy in dealing with him.

The vehicle lurched forward as Raven sped outside and not for the first time I questioned whether allowing her to drive was a wise idea. Though I was glad that the adjustments made to the Rover allowed her the morale boost of being behind the wheel, I didn’t feel particularly safe with the erratic way that she navigated the dirt roads alongside Octavia. Jasper began to sing along to the iPod that he had plugged himself into in the front seat and Monty promptly leaned forward to remove his earphones.

“No way.” He commented, as he tilted his head to view him and Jasper rolled his eyes in annoyance. “If you’re gonna ride shotgun, you can’t just disappear.” He argued, before leaning back into his seat and fixing us with a tired face. I smiled at him sympathetically, offering my silent support and instead of gracefully accepting Monty’s expression, Jasper plugged the music into the Rover speakers. Monty shot an arm out to grab the device in annoyance, but Bellamy quickly caught him in motion. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” He offered in a calm voice that seemed to relax Monty’s frazzled nerves too, before glancing over at Jasper sharply. “It’s a long ride.” He muttered and I could tell that he was already dreading how we would cope with him throughout this outing as much as I was. 

Monty relaxed back into his seat and the tense silence fell upon us all again. The melody that Jasper had chosen began to ramp up and filled with space with heavy beats that I wasn’t particularly disapproving of. It was a song that I’d listened to years ago with my father, who’d introduced me to all varieties of punk as he considered it the spirit of rebellion and Miller was the first to cave to the effect of it, drumming in thin air enthusiastically. Monty pinched his brows as the responsibility of managing Jasper weighed down on him and the troubled drunk in question began singing from his seat. Bellamy watched him with a deep disbelief, causing me to chuckle under my breath before he addressed a particularly flirtatious lyric at Raven and I raised a brow in surprise.

“But I look at your pants and I need a kiss.”

Somehow, this seemed to encourage out the playful side of her that had been mostly absent recently and Raven joined him in singing, with Miller closely behind her, now drumming along to the beat with vigour. The tension around us rapidly disintegrated, feeling strangely nostalgic as Monty reluctantly sang along and I couldn’t prevent a smile from taking over my expression.

“But something wont let me make love to you.” I crooned as I finally caved and turned to Bellamy with a cheeky wink, at the exact same moment that Miller leaned on Monty’s shoulder, shaking his arm playfully. Bellamy shook his head as he chuckled at the strange scene unfolding around him. The more than I sang at him, the more he seemed as if he wanted to disappear into the side of the Rover to escape.

“Play with me!” I yelled over the song, disappointed that he was the last person still remaining well behaved and he snorted with laughter, before leaning close to me.

“I’ll play with you later.” He whispered in a deep voice as his hot breath tickled my ear and I pushed him away with a gasp.

Before he could say anything else inappropriate, Jasper turned to face us and climbed out of his seat into the back of the Rover. He was still shouting the lyrics to the song and leaned in close to Bellamy in an effort to break his composure. Instead, Bellamy simply turned his face away, as if hoping that if he just didn’t acknowledge him, he might go away. 

In a way, his wish was granted as Jasper stuck his head out of the hatch in the roof and we could hear his wild screams of celebration even over the blaring of the stereo. Bellamy and I shook our heads at each other with amused smiles and I couldn’t help feeling immensely grateful for this moment. Everyone around me was smiling and enjoying themselves in a way that I hadn’t seen in a long while, even Jasper and I treasured every second of it. The party atmosphere was quickly interrupted as something beeped aggressively from the front and Raven shut the music off to focus on a small screen that was loosely attached to the dashboard.

“Tracking beacon from the Ark!” Monty announced as he rushed into the passenger seat and the vehicle skidded to a stop. 

“Hey. That was the best part.” Jasper sulked as he slid back into a seat from his windswept adventure and I rolled my eyes at his ruined priorities.

“Who is that?” Bellamy quizzed as he shifted closer to the front seats and I did the same, glancing between Raven and Monty with interest.

“Farm station.” Monty confirmed and my stomach immediately flipped as I remembered that this was where both Jasper and Monty were from. I couldn’t help feeling hopeful for them already and couldn’t imagine how they must be feeling. Immediately, it occurred to me how stabilising it could be for Jasper if we could recover his parents and prayed with every ounce of my spirit for Earth to give us just one bit of good luck.

“After four months...how?” Miller piped up in a small, uncertain voice and I shared his confusion.

“We’ll find out. Where are they?” Bellamy immediately enquired and before I could question whether searching for them without backup was wise, the back door of the Rover swung open to reveal Octavia.

“Don’t tell me I missed the party.” She drawled, her face filled with disdain and I felt immediately uncomfortable under her judgement.

“Mostly the drunk being a pain, honestly.” I groaned, which was the truth, even if I had thoroughly enjoyed our few minutes of carefree fun. 

“Nothing new there.” She replied with a wry smile and I relaxed at the sight of it.

“Sector 8.” Monty confirmed as he turned to face us with wide, nervous eyes and I gulped immediately.

“That’s Ice Nation.” Miller commented bitterly and as our eyes met, I could tell that he was one of the few people who had actually listened to my warnings about how dangerous they were.

“What about it?” Octavia questioned, staring directly at Monty with a guarded demeanour and I was glad that she was here to support me with this risky situation. 

“Protocol says to go home. Let the Chancellor decide what to do next.” Raven stated in a remarkably out of character, reasonable answer and I glanced over at her with a brow raised in suspicion.

“Screw protocol.” Bellamy declared and I whipped my attention to him with dread pooling in my chest.

“Bellamy, this is Ice Nation we’re talking about. Crossing into their territory, especially without backup, is a bad idea.” I argued, glancing at him with terror filling my features and he viewed me with a mixture of annoyance and understanding.

“I know your views on them, Inds. But the Chancellor’s not from Farm Station. Monty and Jasper are. So is Miller’s boyfriend” He explained and I cringed at this revelation, realising that we had more people who would be determined to follow this in the Rover than I had first thought. “It’s your call.” He added as he glanced between them with bated breath. 

“Let’s do this.” Monty was the first to answer and though I was fearful, I could completely understand his need to find his family. Both Bellamy and I turned toward Miller, silently asking for an answer and I knew that his vote would decide our course of action. 

“You have to ask?” He replied confidently and I peeked at Jasper, who was staring at the floor, appearing to seem as invisible as possible. I sighed in disappointment and found myself missing the times when I could depend on him to back me up. Raven smiled from the front seat and Bellamy turned to Octavia with a determined expression. 

“Try to keep up.” He drawled tauntingly and she tilted her head at him with attitude, before returning her attention to me.

“This will go badly.” She muttered in Trig and I nodded slowly in response.

“Agreed. Be ready for anything.” I acknowledged, before she slammed the doors closed to return to her horse. Now that events had turned, I found myself wishing that I had bought my horse after all and hoped that we would still be able to maintain control of the situation. 

The Rover took off at a hurried speed and I clung to the seat for stability. Bellamy noticed my nervous behaviour and placed a hand on my thigh to comfort me, but it failed to take effect. My gut feeling was that this decision was a mistake and I remembered Arlo’s clear warnings about the dangers of ever entering Azgeda territory. Practically everyone that I loved was cramped into the vehicle that was now hurtling toward the border and I tried not to panic as I considered all of the ways that this could go wrong.

When we finally slowed to a stop, I stepped out to find that Octavia had already tied her horse out of sight and now remained close to my side as we both expected trouble at any moment.

“These woods must be the border.” Bellamy announced, appearing at my other side protectively and I kept my eyes focused ahead.

“They are.” I confirmed in a stern voice as I recalled the fear inducing lesson that Arlo had given me about identifying the lands and knowing sectors that I should never risk entering. Azgeda was always at the top of that list and every step I took toward it felt like a betrayal.

“So, where’s all the ice?” Jasper slurred, wandering around carelessly behind us as if he had no concept of the danger that we were in and I noticed that he was still not even carrying a weapon.

“Much further north. Azgeda stretches for a thousand miles.” Octavia piped up to educate them, before fixing me with a significant look. We both knew the risks that we were taking by doing this and I could tell that we shared the hope that we wouldn’t have to venture far into their lands. The further that we went, the lower our chances were of ever surviving.

“Good thing we only have to go two hundred metres.” Monty announced in a frantic voice, rushing up to us with his focus blindly set on the screen from the dash of the car and Bellamy had to throw his arm out to keep him pushing past us in his enthusiasm.

“Slow down. He instructed, his deep voice pulling Monty back into the present as he dropped back to address him. “Remember, rules of engagement are non lethal force.” He confirmed as Octavia and I continued ahead, forming the first barrier of defence which seemed most suitable considering our further knowledge of the culture we were dealing with. “Tight formation on my command.” He added, subtly ordering us to stay near him and we paused to both turn back to face him with an unimpressed expression in perfect sync, before Raven appeared at his side. “Raven, you stay in the Rover.” He commanded, glancing at her with frustration and she rolled her eyes at him with the same attitude as Octavia and I.

“Yeah, right.” She ground and I couldn’t help a slight smirk at our shared refusal to be treated like delicate women, despite my own nervousness around Raven’s safety.

“We need every gun we’ve got.” Octavia asserted, fixing Bellamy with an insistent glare before she turned back to me. “If this goes bad, you and I will cut them down whilst the others cover us with guns. We need to be in and out before any reinforcements arrive.” She instructed and I nodded in agreement.

“If reinforcements come, we’re all dead.” I confirmed nervously and she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Daun ste pleni.” ⸢That is enough⸥ Bellamy ordered as Octavia’s eyes widened at his use of Trig. I smiled proudly at him, although I knew that he wouldn’t have understood our conversation and was merely trying to return our attention to the task at hand.

“They’re coming.” Monty announced urgently and we all tensed at his words as he stared at the screen. “120 meters. 110.” He took an excited step forward, before Bellamy pushed him back and raised his gun protectively. “They’re our people. What are you doing?” Monty hissed with aggravation and Bellamy glanced back at him with his brows furrowed.

“We hope they’re our people.” He argued and Octavia and I wasted in no time in unsheathing our blades. “On my command.” Bellamy stated, setting the others into action as Raven and Miller took positions in the trees either side of us and Monty attached the screen to his hop so that he could hold up his gun instead. 

The sounds of horses neighing carried in the distance, causing my stomach to flip with nerves and barely a few moments later, the riders came into view. I could recognise their armour even from a distance and as they neared, their bright white faces inspired a deep feeling of terror in my stomach.

“Ice nation?” Bellamy asked with wide eyes, as if finally realising the risks that we were taking in being here and I gulped in answer.

“Yes. White war paint.” Octavia revealed quietly and I watched them closing in on us with my heart hammering in my ears. 

“We’re fucked.” I hissed as Octavia met my eyes and we both frantically attempted to form a plan. “Let’s be respectful. We may be able to talk our way out of this.” I whispered urgently and she gave a subtle nod in agreement. She quickly returned her blade to it’s sheath and I stowed my dagger away too.

“Stay calm.” Octavia instructed to the others, before she held her hands up in surrender and I followed suit, ensuring that I remained close to her side as she took a few cautious steps forward.

“Who are you?” The closest rider called out aggressively, their Trig sharper than I was used to and I peeked at Octavia to check which one of us would answer. She lowered her arms now that we had indicated our peaceful intent and I was glad to be able to keep my hands closer to the handle of my dagger, ready to grab it at any moment that things took a turn for the worse.

“Skaikru. Looking for our people.”  Octavia replied assertively, ensuring that she was clear that although we were willing to cooperate, we had no intention of being trodden over.

“Looking for Wanheda.” The other ride announced, and Octavia and I glanced at each other in confusion. I continued to appeal to them whilst Octavia translated for the others.

“We are no threat. We only ask for permission to enter your lands to recover those we lost in our arrival. We will leave as soon as we have completed our task.” I explained in an even tone and the riders seemed surprised by my ability to speak in their dialect. Octavia at least appeared somewhat as one of them, with her hair still neatly plaited back, but since changing back into my original clothes I was unable to command the same respect amongst grounders as before and I began to wish that I’d stayed in the clothing that Arlo had given me. 

“Who’s Wanheda?” I heard Bellamy ask as the lead rides began to dismount his horse and noticed Octavia staring intensely at me from my side.

“I don’t know.” She grumbled in frustration and I took a moment to meet her eyes. “Any ideas, Indie?” She investigated and I shook my head regretfully. I had no recollection or Arlo ever mentioning this name or title, and it seemed that Indra hadn’t educated her on it either. The lead rider crept closer to us and I gulped as I tried to think of a way to get us out of this mess.

“The light. That’s the beacon.” Monty muttered from behind and my gaze fell onto the flashing item on the riders belt. There was no way we could easily take this and I failed to imagine anything that we could trade for this item that he wore as a trophy. I realised with a crushing clarity that this did not bode well for the chances of those from Farm Station.

“Hey! Get back here!” Bellamy’s sharp voice startled me and before I could even turn back to investigate what was happening, the riders raised their bows threateningly. I held my hands up in an effort to calm the situation and just missed the opportunity to catch Jasper as he stumbled past. Everyone called out individually to him in protest and Octavia barely managed to grasp the back of his bulletproof vest, but was unable to stop him from advancing forward.

“It’s okay. I got this.” He slurred as he stumbled toward the ice nation warriors and my heart leapt into my throat as it took all my self control to remain on the spot.

“Tell them we observe the Commander's truce. Do it now.” Bellamy ordered with panic flooding his voice and Octavia obediently repeated the message. The men relaxed their bows slightly at these words, but as Jasper continued to approach their leader, he stared down at him with a furious scowl. As if completely unphased by the chaos around him, Jasper snatched the beacon from his belt.

“This belongs to us.” He announced, closing in on the leaders face and then promptly turned on the spot to return to us. He barely managed a single step before he was grabbed by his vest and held with a knife to his throat.

“Where’s Wanheda?” The leader growled, his blade already pressing into Jasper’s throat and I could barely catch my breath through the terror that pulsed through my body. Octavia held her hands out in an effort to calm things, but our group had already raised their guns and the bows of the enemy were pointing at us again.

“Breik em au!” ⸢Let him go⸥ Bellamy yelled, holding his gun tightly and I was relieved that I had managed to teach him some limited Trig now, as the more of us that addressed them appropriately, the more we seemed like allies.

“We don’t know who that is!” Octavia argued, even her voice raising in stress and I felt my heartbeat pounding as I stared as Jasper. “Please. We can help each other.” She offered in an attempt to de-escalate, but with Jasper in such a vulnerable position, I lost my patience with peaceful bargaining.

“This boy is an idiot, as you’ve seen, but very important. He is the Chancellor’s son. We had an agreed ceasefire with your Heda. If you kill him, you will be breaking that and our leader will bring wrath down upon you, with the entire coalition in support. Make the right choice.” I yelled in an aggressive manner, lying through my teeth in the hope that I could use my knowledge of their politics to  intimidate them. For a moment, it seemed as if they would release him, until a smug smile spread across Jasper’s lips and a wave of nausea crashed over me. The leader of the riders quickly noticed this and I felt a ripple of concern spread through our group, as they all reacted in various states of shock to his insane behaviour. I could hardly believe what I was seeing and my heart broke into a million pieces as I realised just how bad his mental state had become.

“You think this is funny?” His captor growled in fury and this small act of perceived disrespect pushed him over the edge of reason. He began to cut into Jasper’s throat and without a moment of hesitation, I whipped out my knife.

“No!” I screamed as I launched the dagger with all of my might and it cut through the air like a missile, until the blade planted itself deeply into the leader's face. Fortunately, Bellamy was quick to cover me, shooting down the rider whose bow was pointed at my face and the others began firing sporadically in every direction. 

“Hold your fire!” Bellamy called, frantically trying to keep anyone from being caught in the crossfire as panicked shots filled the air and Jasper stood frozen to the spot in a daze, as the grounder that had been holding him hostage fell to the dirt behind him.

“Jasper, get down!” Octavia cried, prompting him to drop without question and she spun as she threw her machete straight at the chest of the remaining rider. Before any of us could move a muscle, or take a single breath of relief, the radio crackled loudly from our vehicle.

“Rover one, come in. Repeat. Rover one, come in now.”

“What now?” Bellamy groaned as he rushed over to answer it and Octavia and I both rushed over to Jasper.

“I had him.” Jasper mumbled in a pathetic attempt to defend his insane actions and I could barely contain my temper as we hauled him to his feet. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Miller called over as he and Raven parted ways to approach different parts of the rover.

“We got the beacon, didn’t we?” Jasper wheezed as he clutched at the wound on his neck and I rolled my eyes in frustration at his ridiculous reasoning.

“Yeah. But where did they get it?” Monty argued, his disappointment in this outcome evident in his face and I made a mental reminder to check on him once things had calmed down.

“He needs to get to medical.” Octavia instructed as we dragged him over to the Rover and leant him on the side for stability. Miller jogged to meet us with a med kit from inside and Octavia held our patient in place whilst I got to work bandaging him as best I could.

“I swear to god, Jasper. If I wasn’t so glad that you didn’t just die, I’d kill you myself.” I scolded as I wrapped bandages as tightly around his neck as I could without choking him, despite feeling as if I easily could at this moment. My hands shook from a mixture of terror and fury as I worked and I struggled not to be distracted by Bellamy shouting into the radio about whatever event had gone wrong now.

“Take him home!” I almost jumped out of my skin as Bellamy stormed around the front of the Rover and bellowed toward Jasper with a temper that I’d never before seen from him.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” Jasper groaned as he leaned over to face him and I slapped his cheek gently to stop him from fidgeting whilst I was attempting to stop the bleeding, but also to burn off some of my frustration with him. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to continue making snide comments after the destruction that he had just caused and didn’t have the mental capacity to pull Bellamy off him on top of everything else that I was dealing with.

“Miller! Get one of the horses for Indie!” Bellamy barked and Miller rushed off to complete his task, clearly not wanting to worsen Bellamy’s already aggressive attitude. “Octavia! Raven can’t ride, so you’ll need to take her on the back. Inds, can you take that idiot with you? You’re our best first aider.” He enquired, softening his voice as he addressed me and I nodded at him nervously.

“He’s losing a lot of blood. It’ll be a challenge to keep the pressure up and ride, but it’s that or he bleeds to death here, so….you can bet your ass I’ll get him to Abby.” I answered firmly as Miller returned with a horse and Octavia began helping me to push Jasper’s already weakening form up into place.

“Miller. Monty. You’re with me.” Bellamy ordered and the boys wasted no time in returning to the Rover. He took a step to follow them, but I caught his arm to pull him back.

“Bel. Keep your head, no reckless decisions. I can’t take any more injuries today.” I asserted as I clung to his arm and he flashed me a tender smile that immediately calmed me.

“You just worry about getting home safe and I’ll do the same.” He muttered under his breath and placed a rushed kiss on my cheek, before tearing himself out of my grip to stomp to the Rover.

I hopped onto the horse with Jasper clinging to me from behind and Octavia tied him to me as a safety precaution that we hoped would not be necessary. He looped an arm around my waist and his chin came to rest on my shoulder, whilst his other hand remained gripping the wound tightly as instructed. Just as we finished preparing for the ride back to Arkadia, I watched the Rover disappear into the distance and mentally made a little prayer for the safe return of those inside.

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