#Finn Collins x Reader

[nickeverdeen]

The 100: What are their love thropes with you

Clarke Griffin

Enemies to lovers

You and Clarke start off on the wrong foot, with frequent arguments and disagreements fueled by your opposing viewpoints or loyalties

Circumstances force Clarke and you to work together, whether it’s due to a common threat, a shared mission, or being stranded in a challenging environment

Despite your initial animosity, Clarke and you begrudgingly acknowledge each other’s strengths and capabilities, leading to a begrudging respect for one another

As you spend more time together, you and Clarke begin to find common ground and compromise on your differences, forming a tentative truce to achieve your mutual goals

During vulnerable moments, Clarke and you open up to each other about your fears, insecurities, and past traumas, fostering a deeper emotional connection between you two

Through your interactions, you both gain insight into each other’s perspectives and motivations, leading to a greater understanding and empathy for one another

Despite growing feelings for each other, you and Clarke struggle with conflicting loyalties to your respective factions or groups, adding tension to your budding relationship

As your relationship evolves, you and Clarke navigate the complexities of your feelings, experiencing a slow burn romance characterized by longing glances, subtle gestures of affection, and unspoken tension

Despite your turbulent history, you and Clarke share moments of tenderness and vulnerability, where you offer each other comfort, support, and reassurance in the midst of chaos

Your relationship is punctuated by defining moments where you choose each other over your past grievances, solidifying your commitment to one another and embracing your love despite the odds

Clarke and you face numerous obstacles and challenges that test your relationship, from external threats to internal conflicts, but you emerge stronger together, united in your love and determination

As you continue to work together, you and Clarke develop a seamless and shameless relationship and become an unstoppable team, complementing each other’s strengths and weaknesses

After a journey filled with trials and tribulations, you and Clarke finally confess your love for each other, breaking down the barriers and embracing a future together

With your love as your foundation, you both envision a future together, where you can overcome any challenge as long as you have each other side by side

Despite the odds stacked against you two, both of you defy expectations and forge your own path to happiness, embarking on a journey filled with adventure, passion, and unwavering love

Wells Jaha

Friends to lovers

Wells and you have known each other since childhood, growing up together in the same community or social circle

Despite your differences, you and Wells share a deep bond forged over years of friendship, understanding, and mutual respect

Your relationship begins as a platonic friendship based on shared interests, experiences, and values, with neither of you considering romantic feelings for each other at first

You and Wells are each other’s biggest supporters and confidants, always there to offer a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on, and unwavering support through life’s ups and downs

Over time, Wells and you start to develop romantic feelings for each other, initially unaware of the other’s hidden emotions due to fear of ruining your friendship

Despite your growing attraction towards each other, both of you tiptoe around your feelings, hesitant to risk your friendship by confessing your romantic interest in each other

As you spend more time together, both of you begin to realize the depth of your feelings for each other, grappling with the fear of ruining the friendship if you pursue a romantic relationship

After much internal turmoil and soul-searching, Wells and you finally confess your love for each other, breaking down the barriers that once held you back and embracing your romantic connection

With your friendship as a strong foundation, both of you navigate the transition from friends to lovers, adjusting to the new dynamics of your romantic relationship while cherishing your shared history

As your romantic relationship blossoms, Wells and you embark on a journey of growth and self-discovery together, supporting each other’s dreams, aspirations, and personal development

You and Wells revel in the newfound intimacy and affection of your romantic relationship, cherishing the small moments of physical touch, emotional connection, and verbal affirmation

Despite the challenges and obstacles you face, Wells and you navigate the highs and lows of your relationship with grace and resilience, strengthened by your unwavering commitment to each other

With your love as your guiding force, you and Wells envision a future together filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities, united in your shared dreams and aspirations for the future

Yours Wells’ love stands the test of time, enduring through life’s trials and tribulations, and growing stronger with each passing day, a testament to the power of friendship and love

Together, Wells and you embark on a lifelong journey of love and companionship, embracing each other’s flaws and celebrating each other’s triumphs, living out your own happily ever after

Octavia Blake

Forbidden love

You and Octavia are drawn to each other despite being from opposing factions and tribes setting the stage for a forbidden romance

You steal moments together in secret, away from prying eyes and the judgment of each other’s peers, meeting in hidden places or under the cover of darkness to avoid detection

Your love is fraught with risk and danger, as your relationship could jeopardize alliances, provoke conflict, or result in severe consequences for both yourselfs and your communities

You and Octavia share whispered confessions of love and longing, your words filled with passion and urgency as you navigate the complexities of your forbidden romance

Despite the risks, you and Octavia find yourselfs irresistibly drawn to each other, unable to resist the thrill of the forbidden and the intensity of your connection

You must carefully navigate the delicate balance between your love for each other and your loyalty to your respective factions or tribes, constantly facing the threat of discovery and reprisal

You and Octavia are forced to make sacrifices and compromises to keep your love hidden, putting your own desires and happiness on the line for the sake of your forbidden romance

Your love challenges societal norms, expectations, and prejudices, forcing you to confront deep-seated biases and confront the consequences of your actions

Despite the challenges you face, you and Octavia find solace and hope in each other’s arms, drawing strength from your forbidden love as you strive to overcome the obstacles standing in your way

You and Octavia are willing to defy convention and risk everything for the sake of your love, determined to carve out a future together despite the odds stacked against you

You and Octavia share intimate secrets with each other, creating a bond of trust and understanding that transcends your forbidden circumstances

You steal kisses in hidden alcoves or secluded corners, your moments of stolen intimacy filled with longing and desire as you revel in the forbidden thrill of your love

Octavia is fiercely protective of you, willing to risk everything to keep you safe from harm, even if it means defying her own tribe

Octavia whispers words of affection and devotion you, your whispered declarations of love serving as a reminder of the depth of your connection despite the dangers that surround both of you

In public, you and Octavia exchange fleeting glances and subtle gestures of affection, your silent communication speaking volumes about the depth of your feelings for each other

Lexa

Protector/Protectee

Lexa first meets you during a dangerous situation where you are at risk

Lexa, being the Commander, intervenes and saves your life, establishing a bond between you two

Lexa takes it upon herself to ensure your safety, assigning guards and keeping a close watch on your well-being

Despite your differences, you and Lexa develop a deep mutual respect for each other

Lexa becomes a source of emotional support for you, offering guidance and reassurance during difficult times

Whether it’s providing a shoulder to lean on or offering words of encouragement, Lexa is always there for you

Lexa is willing to make sacrifices to protect you, even if it means putting herself in harm’s way

She prioritizes your safety above all else and is willing to go to great lengths to ensure your well-being

Despite your close bond, you and Lexa hesitate to acknowledge your deeper feelings for each other, fearing the consequences of a romantic relationship

Your unspoken attraction simmers beneath the surface, adding a layer of tension to your dynamic

Amidst the chaos of their world, you and Lexa share moments of tenderness and intimacy

Whether it’s a quiet moment by the fire or a gentle touch, you find solace in each other’s presence

Lexa expresses her love and devotion through protective gestures, such as standing between you and danger or offering her cloak to keep you warm

These actions speak volumes about her feelings for you

Lexa’s protection of you is fueled by her unwavering loyalty and devotion

She would do anything to keep you safe, even if it means risking her own life in the process

You and Lexa work together to strategize and plan for potential threats, utilizing your combined skills and knowledge to stay one step ahead of your enemies

Lexa takes it upon herself to train you in combat and self-defense techniques, ensuring that you are prepared to defend yourself in dangerous situations

Amidst your busy lives, you and Lexa cherish quiet moments together, enjoying each other’s company in the tranquility of nature or the privacy of your quarters

Raven Reyes

Opposites attract

You and Raven initially clash due to your contrasting personalities and approaches to problem-solving

Raven is logical and pragmatic, while you are more intuitive and empathetic

Despite your differences, you and Raven are forced to collaborate on a project or mission

You both reluctantly agree to work together but remain wary of each other

As you work together, Raven begins to admire your unconventional methods and ability to think outside the box

You, in turn, gain respect for Raven’s intelligence and technical expertise

Throughout your collaboration, you and Raven face various challenges that require you to rely on each other’s strengths

You learn to complement each other’s skills and abilities

Over time, both you and Raven start to build trust in each other as you prove yourselfs capable and reliable partners

You begin to open up and share personal stories and experiences

Despite your initial differences, you and Raven develop an unexpected bond forged through shared experiences and mutual respect

You both find common ground in your determination to overcome obstacles

Raven becomes a source of emotional support for you during difficult moments, offering encouragement and reassurance when needed

You, in turn, provide a listening ear and offer comfort to Raven her during moments of vulnerability

You and Raven challenge each other to grow and evolve, pushing each other out of your comfort zones

You inspire each other to strive for greatness and pursue your goals with determination

Despite occasional disagreements, you and Raven learn to resolve conflicts maturely and constructively

You communicate openly and honestly, addressing issues when they arise and finding common ground

You and Raven discover that you share similar goals and aspirations, despite your different approaches

You find strength in your shared vision for the future and work together towards achieving it

You and Raven celebrate your successes together, acknowledging each other’s contributions and achievements, you take pride in your accomplishments as a team

That’s when the unspoken feelings and chemistry gets more visible and stronger between the two of you

You and Raven provide unwavering support for each other, standing by each other’s side through thick and thin, you know you can always count on each other no matter what

As your partnership blossoms into a deep and meaningful love relationship, you and Raven realize that your differences only serve to complement each other, you embrace your unique bond and look forward to facing whatever challenges the future may bring together

Finn Collins

Childhood sweethearts

You and Finn grew up together in the same neighborhood or attended the same school since childhood

You were inseparable as kids, always playing together and sharing your secrets and dreams

After being separated for years due to different life paths and circumstances, you unexpectedly cross paths again in adulthood

Despite the time apart, you quickly reconnect and find comfort in each other’s presence due to your shared history

You reminisce about your childhood adventures, bringing back nostalgic memories and strengthening your bond

As you spend more time together, you and Finn start to rediscover the feelings you had for each other as children

You navigate the complexities of adult life together, leaning on each other for support and guidance

You both realize that you still share similar dreams and aspirations, reigniting your connection on a deeper level

You face challenges and obstacles together, but your strong bond helps you overcome any hurdles

You and Finn grow and evolve together, supporting each other through life’s ups and downs

You build trust and understanding, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses from your shared childhood experiences

Finn becomes yours biggest supporter, always cheering you on and believing in your abilities

Your childhood friendship blossoms into a rekindled romance as you both realize that your bond runs deeper than friendship

You envision a future together, filled with love, laughter, and the shared memories of your childhood adventures

You and Finn find your happily ever after, grateful for the second chance at love that fate has given you

Jasper Jordan

Survivors of tragedy

You and Jasper bond over your shared experiences of loss and hardship, having both endured tragic events in your lives

You find comfort in each other’s company, as you can empathize with the pain and struggles you’ve each faced

You and Jasper become each other’s support system, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on during difficult times

You embark on a journey of healing together, helping each other cope with your past traumas and find closure

Despite your painful pasts, you and Jasper strive to create new, happier memories together, focusing on building a brighter future

You draw strength from your relationship, empowering each other to overcome your demons and move forward with your lives

You and Jasper face new challenges as you navigate your relationship, but you tackle them head-on as a team

Your bond deepens as you open up to each other about your vulnerabilities and fears, fostering a deep emotional connection

You both learn to appreciate the small joys in life, cherishing each moment you have together and finding solace in your love

You and Jasper demonstrate resilience and perseverance in the face of adversity, refusing to let your pasts define your future

You both create a safe and nurturing environment for each other, where you can be vulnerable and authentic without fear of judgment

Through your relationship, you and Jasper find hope for a better tomorrow, believing that you can overcome anything as long as you have each other

You learn to live in the present moment, savoring your time together and focusing on what truly matters in life

You and Jasper make plans for your future together, dreaming of a life filled with love, happiness, and new beginnings

You both vow to stand by each other’s side through thick and thin, knowing that together, you can conquer anything that comes your way

John Murphy

Redemption Arc

At the start, Murphy is wary of your intentions and skeptical of your motives, especially given his past experiences with betrayal and deceit

Despite his reservations, circumstances force Murphy and you to work together towards a common goal, albeit begrudgingly at first

Over time, you prove your loyalty and earn Murphy’s trust through your actions and unwavering support, slowly breaking down his walls

You discover that you share common goals and aspirations, sparking a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect between the two of you

Your relationship is fraught with conflict and tension, as Murphy struggles to reconcile his past mistakes and redeem himself in the eyes of others

With your encouragement and guidance, Murphy embarks on a journey of redemption, seeking to atone for his past sins and make amends for his actions

Murphy grapples with feelings of guilt and remorse, haunted by the weight of his past transgressions, but you offer him forgiveness and a chance at redemption

Through your relationship, Murphy undergoes significant personal growth and development, learning to confront his demons and strive for a better future

You stand by Murphy’s side every step of the way, offering unwavering support and encouragement as he navigates his journey of redemption

You and Murphy face numerous challenges and obstacles along the way, but you confront them head-on as a team, strengthening your bond in the process

Murphy learns to open up to you and trust you with his deepest fears and insecurities, allowing himself to be vulnerable in your presence

Together, you and Murphy forge a new path forward, leaving behind their troubled pasts and embracing the possibility of a brighter future together

Your relationship is built on a foundation of honesty, trust, and mutual respect, laying the groundwork for a deep and meaningful connection

You and Murphy fiercely defend each other against outside threats and adversaries, standing united in the face of adversity

Ultimately, Murphy finds redemption through his love for you, realizing that true redemption lies in forgiveness, acceptance, and the ability to love and be loved in return

Monty Green

Strangers to lovers

You and Monty met under ordinary circumstances, introduced through mutual friends

You start off as casual acquaintances, exchanging polite conversation whenever you cross paths but not really forming a deep connection

Over time, you find yourselfs running into each other more often, whether it’s at work, school, or community events

You discover common interests and hobbies, sparking conversations and shared experiences that bring you closer together

Your casual acquaintance blossoms into a genuine friendship as you spend more time together, enjoying each other’s company and sharing laughs

As you get to know each other better, you and Monty begin to notice a subtle yet undeniable chemistry between you two, sparking curiosity and intrigue

You engage in playful banter and light-hearted teasing, testing the waters of your burgeoning attraction to each other

You and Monty gradually realize that your feelings for each other run deeper than friendship, acknowledging your growing attraction and connection

Eventually, one of you musters the courage to confess their feelings to the other, leading to a heartfelt and honest conversation about your mutual attraction

You navigate the transition from friends to something more, exploring the uncharted territory of a romantic relationship with excitement and trepidation

You and Monty become each other’s confidants, sharing your hopes, dreams, and fears as you navigate the ups and downs of your budding romance

You build trust and intimacy through open communication, honesty, and vulnerability, laying the foundation for a strong and enduring relationship

You and Monty embark on adventures together, whether it’s exploring new places, trying new activities, or simply enjoying each other’s company in quiet moments

You face challenges and obstacles along the way, but you confront them together, supporting each other through life’s trials and tribulations

Your relationship deepens and flourishes over time, growing stronger with each passing day as you continue to learn, grow, and evolve together

[shuichiakainx]

three days ago I started the 100, I'm here to tell you that I'm almost at the end of the second season, I love this series

Clarke and Bellamy 🤧❤️

[bloodreinasbathwater]

The 100 Recs

Fighting for by @wonderswritings

Desperate measures by @margoshansons

Banished by @turning-dreams-into-chaos

Bounty Hunter by @locker42

In the end it was always you by @url-is-under-construction

Privileged by @imagines-all-day-everyday

We come running by @puddygeeks

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[littleskittles325]

About me/what I write

About me: I absolutely love 60-90’s music, I live to write and draw, I love all David Bowie songs and movies.

Message me if you have a request! 📱

Right now I’m writing smut/fluff/angst(try) with

Avatar

Guns’n roses

Queen

Joe Quinn

Jamie campbell bower

Stranger things

(smut:only 18+)

The 100

David Bowie

If you have any others I can try to do those too!

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I only write with female main character

I will see all requests from 9am-10pm

Updates:

5/26-working on 6 posts at the moment! Get ready🌸

7/9- working on pt.3 of something new and two more posts.🌟

8/14- I’m sorry for not posting,everything has been real crappy this past month. I have 4 stories upcoming.

12/23-New story posted, part 2 for sweet words, dirty thought coming soon!

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[petrichor-idyllic]

MASTERLIST

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

(But character asks/small questions/headcanons are open. Always feel free to talk to me. Just no full pieces.)

THIS BLOG CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

All of my writing and works can be found here. I write for several fandoms and mainly write 'x reader' but I also have my own characters.

Please refer to my rules before requesting.

Requests can be as detailed as you want, but give me the preferred pronouns for the one-shot, or I will default use they/them.

The characters and universes I write for are listed below - character names in bold already have fics written about them, but I write for all on this list.

○ FLUFF | □ SPICE | ● ANGST | ■ SMUT |• HEADCANONS

◇ FEM! READER | ☆ GN! READER | 《》 MASC! READER

OUTERBANKS

JJ MAYBANK | RAFE CAMERON | KIARA CARRERA | JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE | SARAH CAMERON | POPE HEYWARD

THE MAZE RUNNER

MULTI-CHARACTER

THOMAS | MINHO | NEWT | TERESA | FRYPAN | GALLY | BRENDA | ALBY

(NOTE: Newt is canonically gay, confirmed by the author of TMR: James Dashner. Therefore, I will only write Masc and Gender-neutral reader out of respect for the character.)

THE 100

CLARKE GRIFFIN | JOHN MURPHY | BELLAMY BLAKE | OCTAVIA BLAKE | FINN COLLINS | JASPER JORDAN | MONTY GREEN | RAVEN REYES | HARPER MCLNTYRE

(NOTE: I have only seen the first two seasons pls don't shout at me.)

THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

(Please request characters for this, there are far too many to list.)

PETER PARKER

RORY CULKIN CHARACTERS

CHARLIE WALKER (Scream 4) | EURONYMOUS (Lords of Chaos) | GABRIEL (Gabriel 2014) | CLYDE (Electrik Children) | MIKE (5lbs of Pressure)

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

(These are one-off characters I will write for and what they are from.)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY | Call of Duty

RODRICK HEFFLEY | Diary of a Wimpy Kid

MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO | Deadly Class

BILLY BUTCHER | The Boys

MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

CICADA: OUTER BANKS FANFIC IDEA

Mazz Introduction

THE MAZE RUNNER FANFIC IDEA

Vol and friends introduction

[simp2537]

Project SS

It stared as an idea. Take a dying child and infect them with the SS serum. These children would be raised in isolation, to be the future soldiers for the ark, then earth.

Most died out over time.

Not her, Not Y/n Kane. The only child of Marcus Kane and his wife Alice Kane. After her birth, born with a weak heart Alice Kane decided to give her to the scientists that were working on the project.

Forging her husband’s signature upon the document Alice Kane was sentenced to death. The deal though and Y/n Kane became the most deadly of the super soldiers.

When protecting a friend she finds herself in a cell. Then in her way to earth with the rest of the 100. How will her love continue knowing she’s just puppet to be controlled. Will she grow out of such a horrible situation and blossom with the help of her friends and loved ones. Or will she fall so deep into her created identity that there is no hope.

Y/n Kane

The Weapon

Bellamy Blake

The Protector

Clarke Griffin

The Princess

Octavia Blake

The Optimist

Jasper Jordan

The Kind

Monty Green

The Intelligent

Finn Collins

The Spacewalker

Raven Reyes

The Engineer

John Murphy

The Wildcard

Ares Stormen

The Brother

Marcus Kane

The Father

Abigail Griffin

The Doctor

Thelonious Jaha

The Chancellor

Bellamy Blake x fem!reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore?

Any Takers?

[redhairedwolfwitch]

The 100 Masterlist

Hell is Empty - AU

Raven Reyes

Seventeen Sweater Weather (Sea Mechanic x Reader)

Anya Kom Trikru

Anya's Sky Girl Wasted Youth - Modern!AU Protective Family - Griffin!Sister!Reader Snow - S1-S2!AU Home - Modern!AU Wanna Be Missed - Modern!AU Can You Hold Me - Modern!AU Still Into You - Modern/University!AU

Luna Kom Floukru

Boat Girl - Modern!AU Sweater Weather (Sea Mechanic x Reader)

Octavia Blake

Butterfly Girl - Octavia Blake xFem!Reader Second Children - Octavia Blake x Finn Collins!Sister!Reader Soulmate au New Beginnings

Domestic Life Modern!University!Au - Lexa kom Trikru x reader x Clarke Griffin

Lexa Kom Trikru

Sister Responsibilities - Lexa kom Trikru x Octavia Blake Twin!Sister!Reader

Injuries - Lexa kom Trikru x fem!reader

[wonderswritings]

Lines Crossed

Summary: Being on the ground changed us. We’ve had to fight to survive. But there are just some lines that you don’t cross.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Finn Collins x Fem!Reader (not romantic)

Request:Hey! So im binging fighting for and i just got to the oart where Finn and Murphy r in the village n Finn sees YN just wondering, you dont really gice them much interaction adter that. Think you can do a Lil interaction between them after?

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Everywhere I went, I could feel eyes on me. But every time I looked up, trying to see who it was that was staring at me, there'd be no one. I should be used to it, the staring. Ever since I returned to Camp Jaha, everyone would stare and whisper. 

"That's Abby Griffin's daughter, the one she gave up."

"She escaped from Mount Weather." 

"Yea, because she's crazy. All that time locked away by herself made her snap. She's insane."

"Now that Abby has both of her daughters, we're never going to see our kids again."

I'd done my best to stay away from them, hiding out in mine and Bellamy's room. I'd only really come out to join Clarke and Bellamy, but other than that, I stayed put. Besides, I was basically put on bedrest to let the injuries I'd sustained in Mount Weather heal. But for all of my life I'd been alone, locked in a room with no windows and even though Bellamy was able to get us a room that had a window, I still couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. So, I'd decided to leave. Even if the others talked about me, it'd be no different from when we first landed and the other kids whispered about me. It was hard to walk still, whatever Mount Weather did to my side and hip flaring with each step I took. I was having to use the wall for support, stopping every so often when the pain would get too much. It felt like forever before I finally managed to make it outside, the sun warming me as I limped towards a table. I sat down with a huff, my side burning as I placed my arms on the table, resting my head on my arms as I took deep breaths. 

"Hey."

I jumped, sitting up, pain shooting up my side. I winced, looking up, my eyes widening.

"Finn."

He sat down across from me, offering me a small smile.

"How are you doing?"

I made a face, slightly nodding.

"I'm good."

Finn huffed softly, shaking his head as he slightly grinned.

"We both know that's not true. You passed out and were in the infirmary for hours. You had everyone worried. I was worried."

"Well, I'm fine now."

I went to get up, Finn grabbing my arm, causing me to shoot him a look.

"Finn-"

"Please YN, can we talk?"

I sighed softly, nodding. 

"Okay."

I sat back down, looking over at Finn.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry."

I tilted my head to the side, slightly making a face.

"For what?"

"The village. I- I just got so angry. I thought they knew where you were. I thought they'd kidnapped you-"

He took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"I thought they'd killed you."

"But they didn't. I wasn't even with them."

He nodded, sighing softly.

"I know that- now. But at the time I didnt. They had our things, we'd assumed they had you too."

I shook my head, looking down at the table.

"You slaughtered an entire village, Finn. You murdered innocent people."

"For you."

I gasped softly, looking up at him.

"I didn't make you pull the trigger, Finn. You did that. Not me."

"I was looking for you, YN. I went into that village looking for you. Everything I did was because I was trying to find you."

I shook my head, clenching my jaw.

He nodded, sighing softly.

"I know. And I know now that what I did was wrong. I was blinded, angry and hurt.”

He looked up at me, his eyes soft.

“Because you were gone."

"You can't blame me for your actions Finn."

He jerked slightly, shaking his head.

"I'm not. I’m not. I- I'm just trying to get you to understand."

I shook my head, huffing.

"Yeah well, I don't." 

He nodded, reaching across the table, placing his hand over mine.

"I was looking for you because I love you. I love you, YN."

I shook my head, pulling my hand away from him.

"Finn, I love Bellamy. I'm with Bellamy."

He nodded, clenching his jaw.

"I know."

"You can't justify murder by saying you did it because you love me. If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have done what you did."

"YN please-"

I shook my head, standing up.

"No. I don't love you Finn. I love Bellamy. I'm in love with Bellamy. If this is you trying to get me to pick, then I choose Bellamy. I will always choose Bellamy."

I turned, walking back towards the ark. 

"YN please, I'm sorry!"

I ignored him, shaking my head as I walked into the ark, turning down the hall. I stopped at the window, looking out towards the tables, seeing Finn still at the table, staring at the space I was sitting at, tears falling down his face. 

“Hey.”

I turned, seeing Bellamy. He placed a hand on my uninjured side, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“What’re you doing out here?”

I looked up at him, offering him a small smile as I leaned closer to him.

“Just getting some air.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“Are you okay? In any pain?”

I smiled, shaking my head.

“No, I’m not in any pain.”

He huffed, shaking his head.

“YN.”

“I’m fine, honest. Are you free? Or do you-”

He shook his head, grabbing my hand.

“I’m free. I was looking for you, actually.”

“Really? Why?”

“Got us some food. Took it to our room thinking you would be there, but surprise surprise, you weren’t.”

I grinned, shrugging slightly.

“Sorry.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Come on.”

Bellamy kept his arm around me as we walked back to our room, opening the door and letting me in first before he closed the door behind him.

“Alright, lets see it.”

I turned, making a face as I looked up at Bellamy, his hands on his hips.

“See what?”

“Your side and hip. Lets see it.”

“Why?”

“I can literally see the pain on your face. Plus, you were leaning against me pretty heavily. And you were limping.”

I sighed, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and lifting it. I tried to pull my shorts down, Bellamy walked towards me, helping me with the shorts, his hand warm against me as he helped me step out of them, my hands on his shoulders.

“You’re bleeding again.”

I looked down, seeing the gauze stained.

“Must’ve happened while I was out.”

Bellamy nodded as he gently pulled at the tape, one hand on my other hip as he helped hold me steady. After he cleaned it, he placed a new gauze over it, taping it down. He leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss over the gauze, causing me to grin.

“There.”

He stood up, my hands falling down his arms as he gently squeezed my uninjured side. 

“Wanna eat or lay down?”

“Lay down, please.”

He nodded, helping me get into the bed. He climb in after me, laying on his back, one hand under his head as I moved closer to him, laying my head on his chest while he wrapped his other arm around me, drawing mindless patterns on my back.

“So, are you going to tell me what you were really up to, or do I have to guess?”

I sighed, running my fingers along his chest.

“It was just- I felt trapped, here. I- I’ve been in the skybox my entire life and I was alone. I just- I needed some air. And Finn, he found me while I was out.”

Bellamy’s hand on my back froze as he leaned up slightly, looking down at me.

“He do something to you?”

I shook my head, turning so I could see Bellamy.

“No, he didn’t do anything.”

“Say something?”

“He wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For what happened at the village. He said that he thought they had us, had me. That he was out there for me.”

I took a deep breath, waying my options before I sighed.

“He also said he loves me. That that’s why he did what he did.”

Bellamy grip on me tightened, causing me to shake my head as I leaned up, ignoring the flare of pain from my side and hip.

“I told him that I didn’t love him. That I’m in love with you. If he’s trying to get me to pick, it’s you. It’ll always be you, Bellamy.”

Bellamy’s lip quriked up as he looked down at me, tilting his head to the side.

“That mean I can’t go beat him up?”

“It does. He’s an idiot, but he’s still our friend.”

“One punch?”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Not even one.”

He huffed, pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

I grinned, moving to lay back down, nuzzling close to him.

“I know.”

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Solar Flare

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by Dinosinhiding

There had been little time to dream of Earth when you’d been on the ark, that is until you were locked in the skybox with 100 other delinquents; then thoughts of Earth became your anchor. You never imagined that you’d actually be sent there, nor could you have guessed any amount of the trials you would have to overcome.

Or, a Bellamy Blake x reader rewrite for the 100.

Words: 5115, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Finn Collins, Lexa (The 100), John Murphy (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Roan (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Reader, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Emori/John Murphy (The 100), Bellamy Blake/You, Bellamy Blake/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: The 100 (TV) Season 1, the 100 (TV) rewrite, Fix-It, Canon Rewrite, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, No graphic descriptions though, Canon-Typical Violence, Reader-Insert, no beta we die like men

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Heart on Fire pt.3

You’re Finn’s half sister and after Lexa kills him you make it your goal to return the favor.

enemies-to-lovers | word count 4.9k | series

This chapter is dedicated to the lovely @sonyadevillesbabygirl​ ╰(*°▽°*)╯

MASTERLIST | SERIES PLAYLIST | PT.2

You were with Clarke heading home when the assassin struck. The wind was cool and your torn shirt had been replaced with one of Lexa’s (you were going to tear it off but when you stepped outside the freezing air made you reconsider.) a light shawl accompanying it. You had stopped so that Abby could gather some water (much to Clarke’s disdain.)

You however were enjoying the view, the soft chirping of birds and the beauty of the surrounding nature almost made you forget about the problems around you. Until the man next to you fell off his horse with a loud thud. You were dragged to the floor by one of the grounders Lexa had sent to monitor your injuries'. He pulled you low as Clarke took off on her horse to find the shooter.

You wasted no time in pushing the man off and chasing after her. She was at the top of a hill, a man in a hazmat suit lay screaming and clutching his leg as Octavia ransacked his backpack. She stood over The mountain man clutching a stack of papers. As you neared you recognized your own face in the photos circled by a series of sickeningly red question marks. As Clarke flipped through them you noticed it wasn't the only one you were in. The photos where multiple shots of things. The grounder camp, camp Jaha, Bellamy, and finally Clarke and Lexa circled in red. Octavia stood on the other side of Clarke peering at the photos, at the last one she spoke up.

“You and Lexa were the targets.” The fact that someone other than you wanted Lexa dead came as a small shock to you, though you understood why.

When Indra heard this she turned to you. You had become a sort of messenger, communicating information between grounders and sky people. Lexa had suggested it to Clarke and seeing how your other option was lockup, you graciously accepted the offer.

“Ride to Tondc, inform the commander.” You nodded and clambered rather clumsily onto the closest horse. Before you could take of Clarke pulled one of Raven’s makeshift walkie-talkies from her bag and thrust it into your arms.

“In case you need to contact us.” You gave her a quick nod and small smile before galloping off.

The ride back was not nearly as peaceful, the horse jolted, tossing you back and forth as you tried to steer it. It failed to listen to you and you prayed it knew what it was doing. Its abrupt stop at the gates of the grounder camp had you grabbing its hair to keep from flying forward.

You quickly dismounted stumbling a bit when your feet hit the still earth. It had been communicated that you were the new messenger, so when you asked for Lexa that’s where you were taken. The large village was confusing and seemed to have no true layout besides Lexa being located at the center.

Her building was two stories high but also incredibly large. The layout was similar to your Ark textbook’s graphics of what an old school would look like.

A bald man with a faint scar running across the entirety of his face met you at the door. He led you through the winding halls to a large set of double doors, tossing them in with little effort. He shot you a look you couldn’t much interpret before entering.

The room was stunning. Candles were scattered everywhere, their flickering yellow flame illuminating the room. The concrete floor was covered with an array of mismatch rugs, leading to a  large wooden chair situated in the center.

Her familiar figure sat on the throne, surrounded by others. They spoke to her in aggravated whispers but her eyes immediately latched onto you. She spoke to the man closest to her, her eyes never leaving your figure. With a simple hand motion, she cleared the room. Only you and the bald man remained.

He got to his knees in front of her, gripping your sleeve trying to tug you down with him. Lexa smirked when you stepped away from him and remained standing. He glared at you from his lowered position, an unfriendly scowl on his face.

“That's alright Titus, you may leave.” He rose begrudgingly, still watching you as he walked away. When the doors clanked shut she spoke again.

“Back so soon?” her hands were folded delicately in her lap as she watched you with playful eyes. Every time she spoke you felt yourself bubbling with anger, pushing you over the edge like no one else could. Your brows raised softly as you shoot back at her.

“Not like anyone there misses me. You took care of that.” Her faintly pleasant expression quickly became one of subtle furry. She spoke harshly, you almost flinched as she spat the words out.

“Let. it. go.” She had told you before, that by sparing you, you were indebted to her. It was either die or obey. That didn’t mean you had to make it pleasant for her. You spat right back with almost as much fierceness. Almost.

“I don’t know how.” The silence that followed was deafening. You clenched your jaw to keep your lip from trembling. You recognized the look on her face, it was one Clarke and Bellamy often tossed your way. Pity.

It seemed like you stood there bathing in the silence for hours. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes.

“Why have you come here y/n.” The original deal was that you would stay by her side, under her eye at at her disposal. But after your blatant distaste for the commander she had allowed you to go back, reemerging only when necessary.

“There was an assassination attempt on Clarke, you were also a target, and-” and maybe me too. That part didn’t feel necessary so you let it fade.

She nodded slowly, waiting for you to continue. “Clarke gave me a radio, I’m supposed to stay here and relay information.” Clarke had given you a radio and well, you'd rather stay here, accompanied by Lexa’s scrutinizing eyes than Abby and Clarke’s controlling presence, pity looks, and constant lectures.

She nodded again, this time even slower and you got the feeling she didn’t believe you. If that was the case she made no comment about it.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Lexa had given you a room to yourself, it was massive, Larger than any room on the Ark, not that you could much remember it. When she finally left you alone you reached for the radio quickly patching through to Raven.

“Raven, It’s y/n, any word from Bellamy?” There was such a long pause of silence that you doubted the use of the radio, but finally, it kicked on.

“No, but...” her hesitation prepared you for the worst. “They’ve started bleeding them.”

Your chest hurt, these kids, kids who helped feed and protect you, to keep you alive- keep each other alive. They were dying while you stood around being pampered by a commander. Your skin crawled at the thought.

“If we don't hear from him in two days I’ll go in.” You had always been prepared to die if it was a worthy cause. Raven was silent on the other line before she gave a faint sight.

“Alright. But he’ll radio in. I know it.” You nodded, more to yourself than anyone else before slipping the radio onto a wooden log, acting as a nightstand for the bed.

The bed. It was enormous, surrounded by a long loose canopy, carefully sewn from scrap fabrics. You ran your hands along the fur blankets that covered it. It was insanely soft, its multicolored coating called to you. You sat at the edge of the bed, it dipped under your weight. That alone shocked you enough to make you stand. In the skybox, criminals were given hard mattresses and a single pillow. And on the Earth you had no bed at all, you slept in hammocks or on the ground.

Thinking of the hammocks made you think of your friends, the friends who were probably sleeping in cold cages right now. You gripped the blanket, dragging it to the floor, there was a fur rug, closely matching your blanket. You laid across it, curling up in the warmth of the fur. This was the greatest luxury you would allow yourself.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Your next few days consisted of standing behind Lexa during meetings and occasionally speaking on behalf of the sky people. (Although no one but Lexa truly wanted to hear you).

The cuts and tears on your body had almost fully healed due to the poultice that was applied on them daily. Lexa had come to your room the second night with a large jar of the foul-smelling goop. She had you show her all of your injuries, after showing each she would apply the cool paste across them. The rapid temperature change sent shivers up your spine. With each cut she touched the looks of sadness on her face deepened. By the third night of her applying them you got fed up with it. Her face, her fingers trailing gently along your body, the way it made your heart pitter-patter in your chest... It was too much to take.

You had snatched the jar from her hands before hastily applying the goop to all the remaining cuts and tears. In your rush, much of the gloop fell to the floor and stained your toes. She watched you, clearly frustrated but unwilling to snatch the jar back or protest. Instead, she stood watching you until you had deemed the job good enough. You had finished in a fourth of the time it took Lexa to do the job. From that point on nights consisted of her wordlessly dropping off the jar, observing, and then finally leaving. Not that she spoke much before that.

On the fifth night, when she knocked on the door, her arms were empty of the familiar jar. You waited for her to say something but she remained silent, ducking under your arm to enter the room. You turned around to face her and saw her running her fingers along the neatly made bed. Besides the moving of the blanket, the pillows and sheets remained crisp and untouched.

“You don't sleep in it?” For some reason the way she said it made you feel guilty as though your means of punishing yourself had been stupid and childlike. You felt the need to lie, to make up a situation in which you weren't deemed an ungrateful brat.

“The beds so big, it makes me feel lonely.” She watched you, considering your statement, a small smile festering on the edges of her lips.

“My beds always open.” Your eyes widened for a split second before you carefuly composed yourself.

“No thanks.” It was a joke. She had just been joking.

She stood, walking around the room as you turned to face her with each step. When your back was towards the bed she advanced towards you. The gaze she held was so intense you instinctively stepped back, but not before she took another step forward. And another. And another. Your calves were pressed against the bed as she watched you. Without clambering over the bed like a fool there was nowhere for you to go.

“Take the shirt off.” You stood watching her frozen. She wanted to check your wounds, you let out a breath at the realization before slowly gripping the edges of your shirt and tugging it off. You crossed your arms instinctively over your chest as the shirt dangled from your fingertips.

She studied each scar and wound on your body. Two were prominent, one on your bicep that ached when you move your arms and one on your stomach that was a constant stinging pain. Her eyes raked over your body painfully slow until you found the hairs on your arms standing on end as goosebumps breaking out across your skin.

Her fingers reached up to trail along the one on your stomach, you chewed on your lower lip as the base of your spine tingled. She stood so close. You could see the specks of gold in her eyes and see the remains of war paint smudged against her collarbone. You allowed her hand to rest on your stomach for a second, humoring her before quickly jerking back.

“That’s enough.”

Her hand hovered in the air for a moment longer before dropping it back to her side. Her eyes resumed their uncaring appearance, her lips formed into a thin line.

“I’m going to train you starting tomorrow. You are strong-minded but you lack warrior skill.” You were not too sure if that was a backhanded compliment or just a straight-out insult. She waited for no answer before quickly departing.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Training took place in a different room of the massive building, it was inside and away from the blistering heat of the summer mornings and nosey eyes of the grounder villagers. You were thankful for this.

She tossed you a long and slim sword, which fell at your feet with an echoed clatter. You stared at it almost laughing aloud.

“You’re going to give me, the girl who tried to kill you, a sword and tell me to fight you.” She looked at you as if you had just told her the sky was red and you were a pony.

“It’s a dull edge, you’re too weak to do any real damage with it.” You picked up the sword. It was heavy and felt just like a real sword, Your eyes raked over the long silver blade. Looked like one too.

You ran your finger over the edge, it was incredibly dull, The edge was practically rounded, but it was heavy and if swung could cause bruising. Lexa held a similar sword in her own hands. You prayed it was just as dull as yours. You gripped the thing, shifting it between hands and swinging the blade in an attempt to get a feel for the tool.

She spent a solid 30 minutes teaching you how to properly grip the sword and swing it before she was called away by the bald man from earlier. You continued  after she left. There wasn't much else to do and the silence calmed your mind. You swung the sword acting out battle with another an occasional sound effect slipping from your lips.

When she returned she looked beyond pissed. Her fist was clenched tightly and her eyes burned with a familiar fire. You smiled- more like smirked- a bit at this. It was refreshing to see her pissed at something other than you. When her eyes fell on your upturn lips she faltered a moment. The anger quickly dismissing to be replaced with something feigning.... shock maybe? It quickly disappeared as she scowled at you.

The training sword was still gripped in her fist and she nodded toward yours which was lightly clasped in your hand, the blade resting on the ground behind you.

“Try and kill me.” Hadn’t she been the one to tell you that no real damage could be done with the sword, was she expecting a play duel? Your questions were quickly answered by the clattering of a sword landing at your feet.

She had drawn her sword, her real sword, and tossed it to you. Her grip remained on the practice one and she lifted it, shifting to defense stature.

You bent down quickly grabbing it and taking a few test swings. It was much lighter than the practice one. Motions came more fluid and with ease. You ran your finger along the edge, flinching when blood prickled on your finger. She was fucking crazy.

“What if I succeed.” her face showed the faintest lines of humor.

“You won’t.” You took this as a challenge, It was a challenge. The first lunge managed to graze her, your eyes widened at the small tear in her shirt, even more shocking was when she shot you a small smile.

“I didn’t mean- ” You started, but you were cut off when she jabbed you in the side with the practice sword.

Bitch.

The rest of your attacks were quickly dodged, originally you weren’t going to kill her, maybe seriously injure or just tackle but with every dodge, you felt your frustration bubbling. You struck harder and made more lethal jabs. She made no attempt to fight you, just dodging and occasionally tapping her sword against yours to deflect an attack. It was strangely frustrating. If she would just stop playing coward and try and fight you would be able to cut her down.

“Fight me! Come on stop playing coward.” You had hoped the insult would be enough to jar her and get her to do what you wanted. But unlike you, she would not be so easily controlled by emotions.

She shrugged a simple lunge towards you, grazing your cheek, before resuming defense. You scoffed, half panting as she spoke.

“Finn was your brother.” It was spoken as more of a question, even though she clearly knew the answer. She was barely out of breath as she spoke, even though she was moving more than you were.

“Is. Just because he's dead doesn't mean he’s not my brother.” You huffed out. Sweat ran down your head, catching on your brow before dripping to the floor.

“I thought sky people had no siblings.” You didn't question how she knew this, Clarke must have explained their ways.

“Half brother, our mom...” You were trying to focus on attacking rather than the conversation. She however, seemed to be dodging without a care, her eyes weren't even on the sword, she was watching you, her eyes occasionally flickering to the blade.

“Would he be proud of you?” The question caught you off guard and you stilled. Her gaze was solely on you now, burning holes into your skull. When you didn't speak she continued.

“Finn is dead, He died for you, and here you are constantly trying to get yourself killed. Did you hate him, are you trying to spite him?” You couldn't tell if it was a genuine question or if she was just trying to get under your skin. Both occurred fairly often.

You lunged at her again a deep scowl set on your lips, this time the lunge was sloppy, you tossed your whole body weight into it and almost tripped when she stuck her blade out to catch your toes.

She continued. “You try and kill me, failing every time. Do you think he is watching you proud right now? Proud that you tried to undo everything he died for.” Tears spilled from your eyes before you could stop them.

You gritted your teeth and snarled at her. “Shut up.” She didn’t.

“He died for you, so you could live. So why do you want to die so badly?” You swung the sword at her without much thought. Your blade was knocked out of your hand by hers as she swung again, knocking your feet out from under you. you landed roughly your butt, quickly propping yourself on your elbows as she aimed your fallen sword at your chest. The sharp sword.

“You can’t handle a real fight. You let your emotions get in the way and it makes you weak. I will train you how I deem fit.”

“I’ll find someone else to train me.” You wrecked your brain for a grounder who would even be willing to talk to you.

“They have orders not to. You train my way or you don’t train at all.” Her eyes were cold and she turned around quickly, leaving you no time to respond.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

After a week she allowed you to fight her for ‘real’. It was obvious that she wasn't trying her hardest, but at least she was actually attacking you. Your legs were knocked out from under you for the 12th consecutive time. Your back hit the ground with a thud and a grunt. She took this time to clamber on top of you. Her sword pressed horizontally against your neck, most of her weight was on her knees but her butt was resting against your hips.

The position made your hair stand up and you glowered at her. “You're enjoying this aren't you.” You had meant the constant winning but it was obvious she perceived the words differently.

Her smile was genuine as she raised her eyebrows at you. “More than you know.”

You frowned at her, patting her thigh to get her to stand. She offered you a hand but you brushed it away, rising on your own and rubbing your tender back lightly.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

It wasn't that you were friends now but the large camp grew lonely after a while and Lexa was the only one who would talk to you. Conversing with her was the only way you stayed sane. You told yourself often that it was simply a means of survival. That it meant nothing. You often had to remind yourself when you were caught off guard by her smiles, or small touches every now then. When your mind made you forget who she was and what she’d done.

You had Clarke but you couldn't radio her for anything other than basic updates.

Besides, it was east to be ignored here then return to a camp where no one trusted you alone, for fear you would hurt yourself or someone else.

You would eat dinner with Lexa, It was brought to your room and she would sit and listen as you briefed her on all the new updates. Usually they were just little things and then you'd sit in silence as you ate. Today it wasn't as silent.

“Your getting stronger. You’re going to make a great leader.” You scoffed aloud. Managing to cut her once during practice hardly classified you as stronger.

“I’m not a leader, just a messenger.” It was silent as she took a few more spoonfuls of soup

“You could be.” You didn’t answer, rolling the idea around in your mind.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Clarke always kept you updated. This evening, however, she decided to make an exception. You were training with Lexa, You had managed to knock her sword out of her hands but she had pinned your arms to the ground, Her knee in between your legs as you squirmed beneath her. The opening of doors made both of your heads shoot towards the entrance. Clarke stood there with the bald man (Titus you had learned his name was) Her mouth was open slightly but she quickly snapped it shut. No one moved until Clarke spoke.

“Can I talk to you? ...Alone?” It was obvious she was referring to Lexa as she pushed herself off you and nodded to the guard who had followed Clarke. The pair disappeared into the neighboring room and the guard quickly exited. Leaving you alone on the floor.

You had stood, sheathing your own sword when Lexa returned with a long cloak. Clarks vice became clear as she scrambled after her.

“You have to leave her there isn’t-”

“No.”

Lexa never let her emotions control her, but that one word had held so much anger that even Clark stepped back.

Lexa quickly tossed the cloak over you, tying the string and pulling the hood up as you stared at her.

“What's going on?” You looked between her and Clarke who's staring at Lexa with a mixed look of frustration and fear. As you stared at her in confusion she spoke up.

“What if we inform the leaders of the clans. Pick a rendezvous point in the woods. Each of them can slip out separately.”

“And how many more people will they tell. Where do we draw the line? You said it yourself Clarke, there isn’t time.” Lexa had never raised her voice at you before, but now she was practically yelling at Clarke, who was staring at her in desperation.

“What if we cancel the meeting, start a fire, Something! They are going to kill us all.”

Your eyes snapped to Lexa who looked beyond livid now.

“We don’t have time for this.” You didn't know what exactly was happening, but you knew that Lexa was ready to let everyone die.

You yanked your wrist from her grasp as she tried to pull young along, rushing to stand in front of her. “Wait a minute these people have families. You can’t just let them die.” She stilled, taking a few steps towards you till your noses were practically touching. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

“You showed strength today y/n, don’t let your emotions get in the way now.” You gaped at her as she swerved around you, regripping your arm to tug you along. You allowed your brain to catch up as you grabbed her wrist, ripping yourself free from her grasp. You took a few steps back so you were standing next to Clarke, Who was standing rigid, looking incredibly conflicted.

“This is wrong Lexa I won’t let you to do this.” You looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping that the fraction of her that cares about you would be enough for her to listen. Unconsciously, you felt yourself grab Clarke’s sleeve, rooting yourself to the spot.

Lexa’s eyes flickered down to your grasp and her features seemed to darken, her eyes glared spots in yours.

“It’s our only choice and you know it.” Her eyes shifted to Clarke who stood tense under her gaze. “You could have said something to your people but you didn't.” You looked at Clarke in shock. She hadn't said anything. To anyone. Clarke’s guilty eyes flickered to yours before Lexa spoke again.

“This is war y/n, people die.”

You shock your head, not able to wrap your mind around the situation.

“No. No, I won’t be a part of this.” You turned around to exit the tent, to warn someone, anyone. You saw Lexa’s gaze flicker to Clarke’s as the brunette sent her a curt nod.

You felt the gag in your mouth before you could understand what was happening. Your eyes widened as you looked at Lexa. She mumbled an inaudible ‘I’m sorry’. You knew it was a lie.

Her hands were on your hips, lifting you over her shoulder as she turned to exit the room. You let a muffled scream and slapped her back, her grip on your hips never faltered no matter how many times you punched her back. Clarke followed swiftly behind her. You glared at the blonde but she wouldn't even meet your eyes.

You were entering the woods when Clarke spotted her mom. She let out a soft no before turning around and chasing after her. Lexa made no move to stop her before carrying you further into the woods. You wanted to scream at the blonde, but she was already gone and the gag muffled your voice too much.

She set you down on your feet as you stumbled gently. The moment her hands were off your body you bolted. You didn't get more than a few feet before she was tugging you back, her hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you into her chest. You could see it now, the missel, its blazing body hurling slowly to the camp. You let out a choked sob as you turned to bury your face in Lexa’s neck. It was her fault, the whole thing, but you couldn't help but turn to her for comfort, for soothing. Her hands moved to you back as she rubbed small circles of apologies.

“I hate you.” Your muffled words held more hurt then anger.

The feeling only lasted seconds before the blast hit. It knocked you both off your feet as you tumbled to the earth below. Your vision doubled and the only thing you could hear was the god-awful ringing in your ears. Then it cleared. And you could see the rising flames, 8 feet tall. And the screams, they filled your ears and echoed through the woods.

You continued to lay there, watching the flames until you felt the gag being ripped from your mouth and Lexa’s hand tapping your cheeks. You sat up, the discarded gag hung loosely around your neck. It was then that you noted the absence of the blonde.

“Clarke, did she make it back?” Lexa said nothing as she clenched her jaw. You rolled over coughing on the smoke before stumbling to your feet.

“I have... I have to find her.” Lexa made no move to stop you as you stumbled through the woods in search of Clarke.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

There was a body on the road, a dead body. Its face laying down in the dirt and one arm missing from its body. Your mind didn't even process the brunet hair of the figure before the thoughts started running through your mind.

Clarke. Clarke’s dead body, her lifeless blue eyes.

Finn. His body lying in front of you. It was Finn. Oh my god, it was Finn. You ran to the body, pushing it over to reveal a woman's face. She was older, maybe in her 40′s. It wasn't Finn. It wasn’t even Clarke. But she was still dead.

You fell to your knees staring at the woman, silent sobs shaking your body.

"Y/n.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

She let out a sigh but didn’t move towards you. “Wait here. I will go find Clarke.”  Lexa disappeared and you were alone again.

You didn't move, just stared at the woman's unmoving body in front of you. She probably had kids, and now she was dead. She was dead and mutilated and lying alone in the forest.

The appearance of her boots in front of your face made you scowl.

“You’re a murderer.” You looked up at her in time to see her sad expression turn to one of boredom.

“I thought you'd established that”

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Part 4

[pinkpoppymoon]

Daisy x Finn x Raven

@topazy Silent bloom

[angelkissiies]

Finn : This way, princess.

Y/N : You really do use that nickname for anyone, huh?

Finn : What do you mean?

Y/N : I heard you calling Clarke “princess”

Finn : You think I was calling Clarke “princess”? No, you got it all wrong. That was Bellamy.

Y/N : I heard yo- wait what.

Finn : What? Love your homies.

Bellamy : We’re not homies, Finn.

Finn : Whatever you say, princess.

[ficnation]

The Dead Girl - Finn x Reader

Request: Hello dearie! I have a request for The 100. I haven't been able to write it out myself, but I was thinking of the reader being Finn's sister and she gets caught one day (was thinking maybe she stole med supplies or something because Finn and Raven got really sick). Then a year or so before Finn's spacewalk, he gets told reader died, but she doesn't. Reader doesn't understand why Finn and Raven stopped visiting her and the guards tell her Finn was glad she was gone. Fastforwad to the ground and reader is reunited with Finn, but she is still hesitant to believe Finn cares for her at all. She gets stabbed by Lincoln instead of him. Don't know what to do after that.Sorry, went on a rant there, but that is about as angsty as I could get. Thank you!

requested by @elite4cekalyma

Word count: 5158

Pairing: Finn Collins x Sister! Reader, Raven Reyes x Female! Reader (platonic), Jasper Jordan x Female! Reader (crush)

Warnings: cursing, sibling’s death (reader, faked), usual the 100 themes, assault

A/n: Hello! You don’t even realize how much I like detailed requests like this one, babe! I was in heaven when I saw it ;)  Hope you’ll enjoy it!

my amazing beta: @twdeadlysins​

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

Like every day, you stared at the white ceiling. Nothing was interesting about it except the occasional scratch or bump. Yet your eyes were stuck to it, boring holes in the surface when you weren't asleep. Nothing mattered anymore for you, not your life, not The Ark. Hell, you didn’t even have anyone to live for anymore. Everyone you cared about left you behind as a distant memory. They carried on with their lives as if nothing had happened while you were locked up in the Sky Box, staring at empty walls and wondering if they already forgot about you.

There was a time when they came to visit you, almost every day, to check if you were okay. You sacrificed your freedom so they wouldn’t suffer, and they were grateful for that at the start, but then they stopped coming. The last time you saw them was over a year ago or maybe even more. You lost count of the time sitting in this metal box completely alone.

You just knew that you missed your big brother and his sarcastic girlfriend. They took care of you when you were little, making sure the guards didn’t find you and take you away from them just because you were born. They succeeded in doing so for fourteen years, but then they fell sick. So horribly sick that you thought you’d lose them. You couldn’t just watch them die when you were completely healthy and knew how to help them. You snuck through the vents into the Medical Station and stole antifebrile drugs to get their fever down.

You were scared that they’d die without the medicine. You were fourteen and scared. They were so weak that they couldn’t even get up from their beds without your help. It made you panic and act reckless. Instead of waiting for their fever to go down or asking Abby Griffin to check on them, you chose the risky option, and then you got caught leaving the vents. Your brother was furious at you, and he had every right to be because not even an hour later, three guards knocked on your door and took you away.

“Y/n Collins, you are under arrest for stealing antifebrile medicine from Ark’s Medical Station and being a second child. Open the door and hand yourself over, or we will have to use force,” the guard demanded, knocking on the metal door, ready to get into your room no matter what.

“You can’t go there,” Finn begged weakly, catching your sleeve in his fingers when you moved to get up from your place by his side.

“Finn’s right, Y/-” Raven’s words were interrupted with another coughing fit. You ran up to her to help her sit up on the cot so she could breathe a little easier. She looked you right in the eyes when her throat stopped itching so much. “They’ll lock you up in the Sky Box and float you the second you turn eighteen,” she snapped, but her voice was hoarse and weak after the coughing attack. She felt like her whole body was screaming in protest when she reached for your soft hand, entwining your fingers with hers.

“It was my choice to steal the medicine. I’m guilty, and they have every right to punish me. I needed to save you, and I stand by the choice I made,” you said, squeezing her hand and avoiding your older brother’s piercing eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe if you just let us die, then we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he grounded out, his whole body trembling in fear at the thought of losing you.

“You don’t mean it,” you whispered back, moving away from Raven when the door to your room slid open after one of the guards used their access card.

“Y/n Collins, put your hands in the air so I can see them,” the man commanded, clutching a shock baton tightly in his hand. Two other guards stood by his side, ready to restrain you.

“Can I at least say goodbye?” you asked the guard pleading him with your eyes, forcing yourself to shed a tear for an extra effect. Thank god, it worked.

“You have thirty seconds,” he nodded his head, clearly moved by your fate. He knew your background, knew you were a second child, an orphan at that, and now you were getting arrested because you stole antifebrile drugs to help your brother and his girlfriend. Fate really turned against you in every way possible.

“Finn,” you mumbled out, running into his awaiting arms. “I love you.” You slipped the little bottle of medicine into the waistband of his pants when the guard informed you that your time was up. 

“Leave her alone!” Raven shot up from the bed when one of the men in uniform grabbed your arm harshly, pushing you towards the door. She managed to take two steps before collapsing to the floor, too weak to even stand on her own. “I’m begging you, take me instead,” she pleaded, trying to get up but failing miserably when her arms trembled every time she tried to push herself up from her knees.

Finn scrambled to her side, worried about his girlfriend. “Raven, leave it. They’re not going to listen to us.” He circled his arms around the thrashing brunette, cradling her body in his embrace, his eyes following you with guilt and sadness. You were just fourteen, and you saved them and willingly gave up your freedom, your life; you did it all for them.

“Save your energy, you will need it,” the nice guard said, nodding his head at the pair when his coworker handcuffed you, your wrists already in agony.

You turned around towards them for the last time before they threw you into Sky Box. “May we meet again.” You smiled at the pair, your eyes already glassy with unshed tears, and this time the heartbroken expression on your face was real.

“Prisoner one-nine-three, get up,” the guard’s voice reached your ears from the other side of the door. “I repeat, prisoner one-nine-three get up from the bed and face the wall,” the man repeated harsher than before. Before you could execute his orders, the door clicked open.

You pushed your body up from the mattress and turned around to face the wall opposite the door. You were barely seventeen. There was no way they came to take you to your trial. There was no reason for you to be afraid. You reminded yourself that even if they came here to get rid of you, you didn’t have a family anymore. No one cared about your wellbeing anymore. They could float you, and no one would cry over your death.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked from sheer curiosity. If you were going to die, then they could at least give you a heads-up.

“No questions,” the guard silenced you, pulling on your right hand. You let him put a bracelet on it. Your skin stung a little when the metal sunk deep into your skin. You looked down at the device with interest. “Let’s go.” He shoved you forward, seeing that you were too preoccupied with the bracelet. “Prisoner one-nine-three, get your ass moving!” he yelled, frustrated at your insubordination.

You immediately started walking, not wanting to anger the bulky man even more. He led you out of the room, pushing you forward when you stopped to look around at the Sky Box and the delinquents being released from the confines of their cells. The guard took you to B’ dock with other young criminals. They forced you into a line in front of the dropship, taking someone inside and coming back for the next person.

You looked around in hope of finding at least one familiar face in the crowd. Then your gleaming eyes met his brown eyes, and you felt like time stopped. You wanted to run to him, throw your arms around his neck, and never let him go again. But when you blinked, he was gone. You thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you. There was no way that your big brother landed himself in prison, he was too sly to get caught.

“Y/n?” you heard your name being called somewhere behind you. You turned around just to be met with another familiar face.

“Jasper?” you asked in disbelief, seeing the goggle-wearing boy pushing other delinquents out of his way to get to you. You smiled at the brown-eyed teenager while he caught you in his embrace.

“How are you still alive?” he asked in disbelief, fisting the back of your shirt in his hand. You held him against your body tightly before a guard yelled at you to get moving. Jasper released you reluctantly. “Can’t you see we’re reuniting here, dude?” he snapped at the armed man but complied and released you when the guard took out his shock baton threateningly. 

“Let’s go, Jasper,” you took your friend’s hand, entwining your fingers, and pulled him further down the line.

“Were you in the Sky Box all this time?” the black-haired boy asked, confused. He thought you were dead; everyone thought so. Every time he asked the guards about you, they told him you got floated early to save the oxygen. He was so sure that you were gone, too deep in his anger and grief to even consider that they could be lying.

“Where else would I be? It’s not like they’d cut me loose and forgive my ‘many crimes’,” you snorted after the words left your lips. Your soft eyes found Jasper again, you just couldn’t stop staring at him. You haven’t seen him in so long that you almost forgot how he looked like.

“They told us you were dead, that you got floated to save oxygen.” Jasper scratched the back of his neck, suddenly awkward for believing these ridiculous lies.

“Oh, I-” Before you could continue, you noticed that you were the next one in line to get taken into the dropship. “Do you know where are they taking us?” you asked quickly, looking at him expectantly.

“We’re going to Earth,” Jasper answered with a huge grin.

The dropship shook, spinning out of control and heading for the ground quickly. Jasper slid his hand over your smaller one that was holding onto the seatbelt for dear life. He was strapped in behind you with Monty by his side. The position must’ve been very uncomfortable for him, seeing as the bright orange seatbelt sunk into his shoulder, but he didn’t complain, holding your hand in his and running his thumb over your knuckles.

“We’re gonna be alright. We’re gonna be alright,” you repeated to yourself in shaky whispers. You were so focused on controlling your anxiety that you didn’t notice that one boy unstrapped himself and floated in the air laughing at the lack of gravity and making snarky comments about Wells’ father. 

“Y/n, we’re good. We’re alive,” Jasper murmured excitedly when the dropship plummeted into the ground. “I guess these two weren’t so lucky.” Your head snapped towards the two unknown teenagers laying on the dropship’s floor, unmoving. 

“Oh god,” you whispered, your free hand releasing the seatbelt in shock. Silence fell around the delinquents who were still processing the situation. You landed on Earth. Well, you hoped it was Earth and not another planet.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Monty broke the silence. “No machine hum,” he noted.

“Whoa, that’s a first.” Jasper dropped your hand to unstrap himself before rushing towards you and helping you get out of the uncomfortable seat. “Feeling better already?” he asked with a smile, seeing your suddenly cheerful expression.

“We landed!” You jumped up, circling your arms around Jasper’s neck and hugging him tightly. The fear you felt earlier already vanished from your mind.

“Yeah, we definitely did land somewhere.” He blushed, trying to get his feelings under control, holding you close against his slim body. You could never comprehend how much he missed you and how much pain your ‘death’ inflicted on him. Jasper hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the feeling of relief that you were finally back at his side.

“Let’s go!” you said excitedly, pulling away from him and running towards the exit of the dropship, leaving your friend to exchange glances with Monty. Unbeknownst to you, the latter teased his best friend about his evident crush on you.

Before you could reach your destination, somebody’s hand shot up in your direction and wrapped around your arm, preventing you from going any further. You looked up to meet the brown eyes of a handsome boy who was definitely older than you. The Guard’s black uniform fit his muscular body nicely, his olive complexion and dark curly hair making him even more attractive. The boy just screamed ‘ladies here comes trouble’. He held you back from reaching the large metal door, placing his large hand against your sternum.

“What is it with people grabbing me all the time?” you grumbled out, unhappy about the unknown boy’s behavior. The dark-eyed stranger released you quickly but didn’t apologize for his actions.

“Just so you know, I will be opening this door,” he said with a small smirk, looking at the people crowding around you as if he was already their leader.

“That’s not exactly your choice to make.” You stepped away from him, jabbing him in the ribs with your elbow. “Open it then. I want to go outside already,” you complained before an unknown blonde girl pushed her way through the crowd.

“Stop! The air could be toxic,” she said, annoyed at your ‘irresponsible’ actions.

“I don’t care. I’ve been locked up in the Sky Box since I was fourteen. I’m not just going to sit around here, waiting for a sign from God to tell me that it’s safe to go outside.”

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway,” he agreed with you, clutching the lever in his hand.

“Wait, isn’t this Y/n Collins? The second child that was supposed to be floated early?” someone asked, nudging their friend. 

“Why is she still alive?” another voice joined before the whole crowd started whispering about you. 

You ignored the voices, shutting them out of your mind. Bellamy was staring at his sister in shock, too occupied with their reunion to notice that you grabbed the lever and pulled it down. The metal door opened slowly, letting the fresh breeze rush over your smiling face.

“Let's give them something else to remember you by,” Bellamy whispered to his sister, seeing you looking at your surroundings in amazement, too focused on the green view and fresh air to step outside.

“Yeah? Like what?” Octavia asked, tilting her head so her brother could whisper the idea into her ear.

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years,” his words wafted through her mind, which soaked them in like a sponge.

Without waiting for another second, the brunette pushed you aside, making you trip over the opened metal door before falling on your side with a wince, your hands keeping your face away from the dirt and grass beneath them. Some rocks sunk into your skin, making you grit your teeth in pain. Octavia ignored your figure, leaping outside and throwing her arms in the air with a loud exhale.

“We’re back, bitches!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, spinning around just in time to see someone heading in your direction. She sent you an apologetic smile full of awkwardness before walking away to wonder at the beautiful nature of Earth.

“Are you alright?” The familiar voice made your head snap in its direction. Over your slumped body stood the person you thought you’d never see again. His soft brown eyes met yours, full of disbelief, happiness, and confusion.

“Finn,” you murmured out his name, your voice breaking. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Your older brother fell to his knees beside you, circling his strong arms around your silhouette, clutching you tightly in his embrace. His chin rested on the crown of your head while he murmured incoherent words to himself that sounded as if he was reassuring himself that you were real and not just a hallucination caused by toxic air. He breathed in a sigh of relief, his tears streaming down his cheeks and landing in your hair.

“My little sister, my sweet Y/n,” Finn whispered in desperation, causing your own eyes to water. “I love you. I love you so much,” he repeated the words over and over again for several minutes, not letting you go even when you started punching his chest in frustration.

“You left me there. You left me there, Finn! I was alone, and you didn’t come!” you cried out, trying to push him away. He didn’t care for you then. Why would he care now? He promised to visit you at least once a week, but he stopped when you turned sixteen. “I... I waited for you,” you mumbled out, your voice breaking.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. They told me you were dead, and I-”

“But I’m not!” you screamed at him, finally managing to get away from his vice-like grip. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. If you did, then you’d see how much your words pained him, how the guilt ate him away piece by piece right in front of your face.

“Y/n, is he bothering you?” Jasper’s voice joined into the siblings’ not-so-happy reunion. He recognized your brother but didn’t question why were you trying to get away from him so desperately. The goggle-wearing boy took your hand in his before pulling you up on your feet.

“No, it’s alright. We’re done talking,” you ground out, your eyes meeting Finn’s in pure hatred, there was a spark of longing in them as well, but you shoved it back so deep into your mind that your brother surely wouldn’t find it there.

“Come on, we need to clean your hands.” Jasper pulled you away, ignoring the tense atmosphere between you and your sibling.

You almost forgot about the rocks that plunged themselves into your palms, and now when your friend reminded you, your skin started burning. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of seeing Finn again after a year of feeling like he didn’t want you in his life anymore.

Your relationship with Finn didn't change a lot since the day when you landed on Earth. You avoided him at all costs, taking every opportunity to be as far away from him. You forced yourself to stop caring, especially about his close connection with Clarke.

The girl wasn’t a bad person. Hell, she was cute and smart. She helped you many times before, bandaging your wounds and reassuring you when you felt like a liability. If it weren’t for Finn, you would probably be good friends with her by now. But what you didn’t appreciate about her was her relationship with your brother. They acted as if Raven never existed, giving each other longing gazes across the camp. You felt bad for her when Finn’s girlfriend joined you on Earth. It seemed that your brother forgot to tell her that there was someone else in his life. You hoped that they didn’t break up through the year when you didn’t have any contact with them.

Raven’s sudden appearance in the camp was surprising, but she was probably more shocked by your very alive person than your group was about her escape pod crashing onto the Ground. She wanted to embrace you the second she saw you but the ice-cold glare you sent her way was enough to stop her in her tracks.

The brunette explained everything to you and decided to give you as much time as you needed to think everything through. You didn’t know if you could believe her. The guard’s words spinning in your mind, not letting you forget that they left you there and if it wasn’t for The Ark sending the hundred to the Ground, you’d have never seen them again.

You were alone in your cell once again, laying on the uncomfortable cot with a tiny smile. Today was visitation day, and Finn promised to be there to catch up with you and tell you everything that happened on The Ark this week. 

“Prisoner one-nine-three,” the guard standing outside the door called out your number, making you scramble off the bed in excitement. Finn was waiting for you in the common room, and you couldn’t wait to hug him and tell him how much you missed him and Raven.

“What hour is it? Are you taking me to the common room? Is Finn waiting for me?” the questions spilled from your mouth while you turned around to face the wall, your hands outstretched behind your back, ready to be cuffed. 

“There are no visitors for you today, prisoner one-nine-three,” the guard said, his voice ice-cold.

“What do you mean?” You turned towards him, looking him in the eyes in confusion. “You’re lying,” you stated when you noticed his fidgeting hands.

“I’m not. There're no visitors for you, and there won’t ever be. Your brother doesn’t want to see you.”

“No, this is not fair! I want to speak with Chancellor Jaha.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you,” he grounded out, taking a menacing step towards your person.

“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll scream!” You backed away from him quickly, but your back met the wall after four steps. The man followed, pushing you into the metal surface harshly.

“The medicine you stole two years ago. That medicine could’ve saved my wife’s life, and now she’s gone!” The guard gripped your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to the wall above your head.

“What are you doing? Please don’t hurt me!” you cried out, making the man grit his teeth in frustration.

“Shut up! Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage already?! Your brother doesn’t care about you anymore. No one does after they found out about what you did to my wife.”

His closed fist met your face, making you whimper in pain. You shut your eyes, trying to block out every punch and hateful comment coming your way. But he just kept going again and again, until every inch of your skin was bruised, and blood oozed out of your nose and mouth. Yet, the only pain you felt came from his words. Your big brother didn’t care about you anymore. He didn’t want to see you ever again.

“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry,” you whispered after he released you.

The man seemed speechless after his brutal actions. He did everything to become a guard on The Ark and find you. You were fourteen when you stole the strong antifebrile medicine that could’ve saved his wife. If a fourteen years old girl could kill his wife, then she could take her punishment. The beating didn’t seem enough for the man. He cuffed your hands before pushing you towards the exit.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, your voice cracking.

“Solitary. Since your brother doesn’t wish to visit you anymore, the chancellor decided to make some space for other criminals and lock you there instead,” the guard explained, pulling you by the arm through the dimly lit corridors of the Sky Box.

“This doesn’t ma-” His grip on you tightened, making you shut your mouth and follow him in silence. 

When you got into the solitary wing, he threw you in the dark cell and closed the door without another word. He couldn’t have you telling your brother and friends about his actions. The Council would float him for this, and that’s why he had to lie. The extra suffering it caused you was just a bonus.

“Again, who’s idea was it to cross the Grounders’ territory?” you asked, walking beside Jasper with your dagger clutched tightly in your hand. 

You just saw three of your people die at the hands of the Grounders, but Bellamy just couldn’t stop chasing after Octavia. You understood that she was his sister, but he was putting you all in danger by running after one of them. You didn’t even know if he had Octavia. What if it was a trap? What if all of you were chasing your own demise?

“Y/n, we can’t let him escape without being sure that he’s not the one who has her,” Finn said, staring at the back of your head. You still didn’t forgive him, and God only knows how many times he apologized for not visiting you, you didn’t even let him explain himself.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” you grounded out, quickening your steps and joining Bellamy’s side at the front of your small group.

“Will she ever hear me out?” Finn asked Jasper, looking expectantly at him for an answer. He was desperate to have you in his life again. He wished everything could be like it was before you were locked up in the Sky Box.

“I don’t know, man. She’s still mad. Give her some time,” the black-haired boy answered, patting your brother on the arm before focusing his eyes back on your figure. You spent so much time together since you landed on Earth, and with every day that passed, he loved you even more than before; he thought it wasn’t possible to have such strong feelings towards someone. God, he joined Bellamy’s search party only to impress you.

“Soooo… You and my sister, huh?” Spacewalker sent the other boy a tiny grin.

“We’re just friends,” Jasper answered, but the tips of his ears went red in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, ‘just friends’ my ass. Treat her well because if you hurt her, I’ll make sure every inch of your body is covered in bruises,” Finn threatened him teasingly before joining Monroe’s side and leaving the whipped boy alone.

“Make room! Y/n got stabbed by a Grounder!” Finn carried you into the dropship, holding one of his arms under your knees while the other one supported your back, clutching you close to his chest.

“Clarke! Where’s Clarke? Get her here right now!” Jasper yelled frantically. Tears streamed down his face since the moment the Grounder sunk his blade into your body. He just couldn’t stop them from escaping his eyes. What if they were too late? He couldn’t lose you again, not now, not ever.

“Clear the table!” Clarke ordered, running into the room, her blue eyes glued to your unconscious figure. “Do it now!”

“Y/n, oh my god…” Raven quickly slid everything off the metal table that stood in the corner of the room. Her heart broke when she saw your closed eyes and the blood oozing out of the wound in your chest. She helped Finn lay you gently on the metal surface.

“Y/n, please wake up,” your brother whispered desperately. His warm hand found yours and gripped it tightly. “I can’t go through it again…”

Clarke checked your pulse, sighing with relief when she felt it under her fingers. “She’s alive. Raven, I need to talk with my mother. I can’t help her otherwise.”

The brunette’s teary eyes were still stuck to you and Finn, who begged you to not leave him. She couldn’t look away, she was too afraid that if she did, you’d die. God, she couldn’t even move. It felt like her whole body was paralyzed.

“Raven, wake up!” Jasper yelled at her, making her head snap in his direction. “We need the radio. Can you fix it?” He looked at her, pleading her with his eyes to figure out how to repair that stupid radio. You couldn’t die. He would never forgive himself for letting you go without saying how he felt about you. 

“I will fix it. I’m not letting her die. Not ever again.”

Your eyelids fluttered open when you heard someone shuffling around the dropship. You tried to look around, but the laying position prevented you from finding the source of the noise. You hoisted yourself up on your elbows, quickly regretting moving at all. The pain that shot through your whole body made you gasp.

“God, I’m trying to exist here. Can you stop making so much noise?” you mumbled out, your voice hoarse. Your eyes met Finn’s silhouette. He was focused on lifting bloodied rugs from the floor around the metal table you laid on, but at your words, his head snapped in your direction.

“You’re awake!” The dark-haired boy rushed to your side, tripping over his own feet. “You almost scared me to death,” he mumbled out, scanning your features with his soft brown eyes. “I thought I lost you again.”

“Finn,” you whispered his name before throwing yourself at him, enveloping him in a hug that spoke thousands of words. “Please, forgive me. I love you so much, big brother. I know you care about me too, and I’m so fucking sorry that I’ve put you through so much pain,” you rambled, fisting the fabric of his shirt in your hands, holding him close.

“No, you don’t get to apologize, Y/n. You did nothing wrong, okay? I should’ve never believed the guards. Will you forgive me?” he whispered, kissing the side of your head tenderly.

“We’re idiots.”

“The biggest idiots that have ever walked on this ground.” 

The both of you burst into teary giggles, holding each other close. You were so stubborn and stupid, but the war between the two of you was finally over, and you couldn’t be happier at that fact. After this accident, you were sure that nothing could pull you apart.

“Y/n?!” Raven’s voice pierced the air, and before you could comprehend what was happening, the brunette joined the hug, resting her chin on your shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that ever again, dumbass!” Tears slipped from her gorgeous brown eyes, making wet splotches on your grey shirt. 

“I can’t promise you that. Apparently dying, and coming back is my new hobby.” You laughed whole-heartedly. Oh, how you missed being friends with Raven, seeing her toothy smile and her sparkling eyes when she was talking about her passions.

“Group hugging without me? Not fair,” you heard the familiar voice of your best friend. Jasper threw his arms around the three of you with a huge grin.

"Jasper!" You were so happy to see him that he almost passed out at that fact.

“It’s a family reunion, Goggles!” Raven complained, feeling the boy’s elbow jab her in the ribs. 

“Man, wait your turn!”

You laughed at their playful fight. The beautiful sound left your lips and echoed through the dropship. You were more than happy to be surrounded by the people you loved the most.

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: kaylee just say you dont hate finn anymore i KNOW thats what youre thinking shshshhshaha

requested by anonymous

“I’m coming with you.” You told the group of teens about to begin their own mission in the woods. You had been keeping an eye on them recently, it’d be best to keep on with that. Kane was counting on you to evaluate the authority of the Ground. These guys were rising up.

“Alright, good.” Clarke accepted your offer and led everyone towards the forest.

“Welcome to the team, y/n.” Finn walked beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Believe it or not, we’re the fun ones.” He joked, giving you a much needed laugh. “Just don’t get on the wrong side of the Princess over there.”

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You went on a few more treks with that team...and Finn. You were starting to form a bond with him. That wasn’t in the mission guidelines.

“Y/N, watch out!” Finn tackled you into the dirt as a trap was set off, only missing the pair of you by a few inches. “You okay?” Each of you panted and you were pretty sure you saw the life flash before your eyes before frantically nodding. Finn crawled off of you and pulled you back to your feet, then you immediately yanked him forward for a kiss of gratitude. Maybe a little more thank gratitude, but that’s not important right now.

“Thanks, Collins.”

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