#I am going to kill you Emory just you wait

[starryeyedpoet17]

A little something I wrote:

I have been waiting my whole life for this day to come. Now that it has I can’t stop shaking. Everyone I love is here for Eddie and I. I just keep waiting for something to go wrong. For Eddie to come up to me and say this is all a joke. For him to say he no longer loves me. I pace around in my hotel room. I stop infront of the mirror and look at myself. I hair is swept up into a beautiful bun with delicate flowers placed in. My white dress accentuates my curves. My heels are killing my feet. I have to go find Robin. I run out of my hotel room. I speed walk to the venue room. Everyone is talking amongst themselves. No one really notices me. I look around for Robin. She’s the only woman in a suit you’d think it would be easy to find her.

Robin is in what looks like a deep conversation with Steve. Normally I would try to avoid Steve at all costs but I need Robin. I walk over to her in a haste. Steve is the one who clocks me first. He looks at me with his sorrowful brown eyes. I avoid his stare. I tap Robin on the shoulder. She turns around.

“What are you doing out here?! Eddie might see you!” She speaks in a high squeaky voice.

“I need you, come with me.” I say in a panic.

I grab her arm and lead her to the women’s restroom. I take a deep breathe and look over at Robin. She questioning me with her eyes. I don’t know if I have the strength to answer her. She’s just going to tell me I am being foolish.

“Butterball, what’s wrong?” She puts her hand on my shoulder.

“I need this to go right, Robin. I need this to happen.” I let out a sob “I can’t bear to think that Eddie will realize he does not want me.”

“Butterball, Eddie loves you. He is going to make this happen. You deserve that after what you have been through with men.”

I cry even harder and hold on to Robin tightly. I keep repeating between sobs that I don’t want this to fail. Everything always fails. I don’t know what I would do if Eddie ever failed me. I am sick an tired of feeling as if Eddie would ever doubt me. I just need to let go.

“Emory? What’s going on?” Robin moves out of Eddie’s way as he walks towards me.

He is so distraught all because I can’t believe this is real. Because I keep holding on to my past. Eddie doesn’t deserve this.

“Baby, stop making your self sabotaging face and tell me what’s going on.” Eddie wipes my tears away.

I cradle Eddie’s face in my hands. I stare into his big wet brown eyes. I work up the courage to tell him what I told Robin.

“I need this to go right. I-I need you to stay,” I cry. “I don’t know what I would do if this did not work out.” I say through a sob. “Promise me this will work out.”

Eddie just stares at me for a long time. I can tell he trying to think of what to say. Hell I wouldn’t even know what to say to that kind of out burst.

“Emory, I promise. You’re mine as I am yours. You deserve this. You deserve happiness.” He gentle holds my hands. “I need you as much as you need me. This will work out. I know it will.”

Let me know if I should continue with this and turn it into an actual story! Any feedback would be great! Sorry for any typos!

[detective-and-dreamer]

Going on a trip and coming back with a new tattoo should be more fun than this (678 words about fear, pain and the inconvenience of being unable to call someone to come pick you up from a terrible location. also Nemesis spoilers):

No winter in the Neath or on the Surface could be this cold. Thankfully she is dressed warmly, though she does not recognize the clothes. Still, the wind bites through the fabric and freezes her tears to her face. Lenora is alone, oh god she is alone at Zee-

She catches herself before she can begin hyperventilating. If she starts, she will not stop until she drops dead in this frozen wasteland. Clenching and unclenching her hands as she forces herself to breathe evenly, she turns to look at the gate. Its winged, ice-encrusted guardians stare down at her.

Lenora has heard people speak of "going North" before. Those people tend to disappear, and she thinks this is where they must end up. Whatever lies beyond that gate, it is not for her; she turns and heads for the ship at the island's edge. She wonders if the Lady in Lilac knew she was no zailor when she abandoned her here. It must have been her, given the gap in her memory...the month-long gap, she finds once she has discovered the ship's log.

For a moment, she leans against the desk and waits for the urge to scream to pass. It would be terrible, given the way her tongue is throbbing. There is the next question to be answered. It gives her something to focus on as she wanders the cramped halls. The steamer is mostly empty, and all its furnishings and supplies look ancient aside from a small package of food, but surely somewhere there must be a mirror?

There is no surface in the tiny washroom that looks safe to touch. She doesn't even raise a gloved hand to wipe away the grime from the mirror. Leaning as close as she dares, she sticks out her tongue and prays she isn't catching some horrid disease just by standing here.

Is that...Correspondence?

Tilting her head, she does her best to study the blurred sigil. It isn't one she immediately recognizes, but it hasn't harmed her (yet). A more thorough study can wait for a warmer, safer, cleaner environment.

She returns to the cabin and shoves aside the useless log. Underneath it is a map. Her fingers trace the currents and islands as she recalls Emory's lesson.

"You have to know the basics, at least. Just in case."

"I won't argue, darling, but I truly hate to imagine any scenario where I am somehow the only person available to steer the ship. If we're ever in such imminent danger, can't you just kill me?"

"If I get the chance, Nor, I'll do whatever I have to, but this is just...look, if the worst ever happens, I want you to at least try to get away. Now, you know the currents run anticlockwise..."

Lenora imagines she can feel their hand on her own as she draws a curving line from the northern edge of the map towards London. All she must do is begin following this path and account for the northern wind...and avoid the center of the map...and escape any zee-monsters or people who might attack her...

She takes a deep breath and touches the hilt of her knife. She will die fighting if she must, but not to her own fear.

Before setting out, she takes stock of the ship's flags. Most are faded and tattered, which means semaphore is out of the question. Just as well; it's been some time since she memorized it, and she would hate to accidentally provoke a fight instead of asking for help. Morse code it is, so long as she can manage to keep a lantern lit.

As she leaves the frozen island behind, Lenora tells herself that she will jump (literally, if necessary) on the first ship that responds without immediate hostility. Whatever payment they may demand, whatever they may ask of her, whatever it takes to make it home. There is so much time she has already lost - with her family and friends, with herself - and she cannot bear to lose much more.

[darkrpfinders]

🐌  Hello! I am 20 and would consider myself literate (about 200-400 words average, but I’m pretty flexible and I’m happy to go above that). And I’m looking for other 18+ literate people interested in writing something related to The 100 (incredibly dead fandom, I know lol). I am pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing, and I don’t mind waiting.

I’m down to do either ccxcc, ocxoc or ocxcc doubles (might be open to ocxcc singles, depending on the canon you want me to write) (I would kill to write my oc against an Indra, just as a general thing).

I’m mainly interested in writing Murphy, but I’m also more than happy to write Echo, Emori, Indra, Luna, Monty, or Raven. I’m also down to write Bellamy, Kane, Octavia, Lexa, Clarke, Jasper, Anya or Miller. And I’m down to write others for doubles. Fair warning that I don’t have a ton of experience writing any of them, so it might take me a moment to get  the characterisation right.

I’m very flexible when it comes to ships and I’m open to most things. From very popular ones to rarepairs. I’m open to fxf, fxm, mxm and anything poly, though I’m a bit hesitant to write f in mxf pairings. I’m also happy to do platonic stuff, and I’m always weak for anything multimuse.

I don’t have anything specific in mind for plots (at most I have some very basic concepts that I’d love to play around with). I’m happy to do something within canon-verse, either divergent or complaint. I’m also down to do some sort of AU. In general, I’m weak for hurt/comfort, complicated relationships, complicated and morally gray characters, recovery and found family. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and I’m open to NSFW as long as it makes sense for the plot and the characters. 

Like this and I’ll reach out! I usually write on discord, but I’m open to google docs or emails.

.

[rphunter]

Hello! I am 20 and would consider myself literate (about 200-400 words average, but I’m pretty flexible and I’m happy to go above that). And I’m looking for other 18+ literate people interested in writing something related to The 100 (incredibly dead fandom, I know lol). I am pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing, and I don’t mind waiting.

I’m down to do either ccxcc, ocxoc or ocxcc doubles (might be open to ocxcc singles, depending on the canon you want me to write) (I would kill to write my oc against an Indra, just as a general thing).

I’m mainly interested in writing Murphy, but I’m also more than happy to write Echo, Emori, Indra, Luna, Monty, or Raven. I’m also down to write Bellamy, Kane, Octavia, Lexa, Clarke, Jasper, Anya or Miller. And I’m down to write others for doubles. Fair warning that I don’t have a ton of experience writing any of them, so it might take me a moment to get  the characterisation right.

I’m very flexible when it comes to ships and I’m open to most things. From very popular ones to rarepairs. I’m open to fxf, fxm, mxm and anything poly, though I’m a bit hesitant to write f in mxf pairings. I’m also happy to do platonic stuff, and I’m always weak for anything multimuse.

I don’t have anything specific in mind for plots (at most I have some very basic concepts that I’d love to play around with). I’m happy to do something within canon-verse, either divergent or complaint. I’m also down to do some sort of AU. In general, I’m weak for hurt/comfort, complicated relationships, complicated and morally gray characters, recovery and found family. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and I’m open to NSFW as long as it makes sense for the plot and the characters. 

Like this and I’ll reach out! I usually write on discord, but I’m open to google docs or emails.

,

[away-ward]

Fanfics

Willemmy

Make No Apologies - pt 1, 2, 3, 4 - AU/Canon Divergence; Before going to Blackchurch, Will visits Emory in San Francisco to confirm what he thinks he knows. What he learns changes everything.

Hell Yeah - Set within canon, chapter 42 of Nightfall; Will has questions, Emory doesn't care.

See You Around - Pre-canon; first meeting between Emory and Will.

Neverland - Post canon; Emory gives in to Will's costume ideas

Reality - Within canon, before chapter 37 of Nightfall. Morning in the Carfax room sees Emory falling back into old ways of thinking.

Outside the Lines - Pre-canon; Will commits his first of many felonies for Emory Scott and she doesn't even know. It's fine though. Because at least she'll still be here tomorrow.

Arrival - Post Chapter 42; On the day of Indie's birth, there's one last person to introduce her to. Canon-compliant

Relief - Canon Compliant; After a nightmare, Emory finds relief in her safe haven. based on a prompt list a friend sent me: physical touch to feel safe.

Pursuit - Canon divergent after chapter 28 of Nightfall; Will was supposed to pick Emory up from the library for their first date, but a storm killed the power before he got there. And now everyone is missing. And maybe that was his plan all along. Based on this idea

Other

Where'd You Go? - Set between Corrupt and Hideaway; Alex learns that Will has someone. (Caution: if you loath Alex with every fiber of your being, maybe skip this one. To me, it's Willemmy if you squint, but Emmy does not make an appearance).

Hollow - On a rare night out, Banks thinks she'll be the one teaching Emory the art of axe throwing, only to realize there's something going on inside her that Em can help with instead. - Banks & Emory friendship

Just get the tampons, Will - No disrespect to PD but I just really wanted Will to get the tampons. So I wrote it.

Reading order:

They are listed in the order I wrote them, except for Where'd You Go? and Make No Apologies. If you want to read them in the order they would fit into canon:

See You Around

Outside the Lines

Where'd You Go?

Reality

Hell Yeah & Relief in either order

Arrival

Neverland

Or you can just check out the entire collection on Ao3 where I put them in order for you - also includes Hollow and the Tampon fic.

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Not accepting request at this time. As nice as they are and as flattered that I am, my imagination doesn't always work like that and I have other obligation that can keep me tied up. I would hate for people to be kept waiting for something. Thank you for understanding.

[prpfz]

🐌  Hello! I am 20 and would consider myself literate (about 200-400 words average, but I’m pretty flexible and I’m happy to go above that). And I’m looking for other 18+ literate people interested in writing something related to The 100 (incredibly dead fandom, I know lol). I am pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing, and I don’t mind waiting.

I’m down to do either ccxcc, ocxoc or ocxcc doubles (might be open to ocxcc singles, depending on the canon you want me to write) (I would kill to write my oc against an Indra, just as a general thing).

I’m mainly interested in writing Murphy, but I’m also more than happy to write Echo, Emori, Indra, Luna, Monty, or Raven. I’m also down to write Bellamy, Kane, Octavia, Lexa, Clarke, Jasper, Anya or Miller. And I’m down to write others for doubles. Fair warning that I don’t have a ton of experience writing any of them, so it might take me a moment to get  the characterisation right.

I’m very flexible when it comes to ships and I’m open to most things. From very popular ones to rarepairs. I’m open to fxf, fxm, mxm and anything poly, though I’m a bit hesitant to write f in mxf pairings. I’m also happy to do platonic stuff, and I’m always weak for anything multimuse.

I don’t have anything specific in mind for plots (at most I have some very basic concepts that I’d love to play around with). I’m happy to do something within canon-verse, either divergent or complaint. I’m also down to do some sort of AU. In general, I’m weak for hurt/comfort, complicated relationships, complicated and morally gray characters, recovery and found family. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and I’m open to NSFW as long as it makes sense for the plot and the characters. 

Like this and I’ll reach out! I usually write on discord, but I’m open to google docs or emails.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[nightmare-speaks]

Email from forthecollection@yahoo.org

To:<insert danny and freddys email account>

Subject:let me live pls :)

Please don't kill me fredrick. Also daniel you can't do shit.<3

no :)

I'll see you in your dreams

-Freddy

[slasherheadcanons]

I know that this can be a triggering subject so if you’re not comfortable with writing about this you can ignore this!!!! Can we get the slashers with an S/O that has PTSD from being physically and verbally abused? So whenever anyone slightly raises their voice or hand at them they flinch and cower and start tearing up. Or sometimes they don’t talk for a long time because they’re afraid of upsetting them or anyone else? Also can I just say, every single ask has been done so well!! I love your writing and cannot wait to see what you have in store in the future. I hope you’re having a good day/night!!! Take care of yourself!!! (:-) ❤️❤️

Here you go. I hope you enjoy 😊 I am also super happy to hear you enjoy my writing. Your words made my day. 💕

•Slashers with a s/o who has PTSD•

Michael Myers: •Michael is observant as hell. He is quick to pick up on the way you recoil when he raises his hands even a little and the way you flinch when people raise their voices. He is also quick to put the pieces together, figuring out that you suffer from PTSD. •He will often forget about your PTSD, and if he is in a bad mood, he will still be aggressive. He does try not to be too aggressive with you. But when it comes to others being loud or aggressive, he will not hesitate to cut their throat (Not in front of you, of course).

Bubba Sawyer: •Bubba is a bit oblivious at times. But he will eventually notice the way you wince when his family starts shouting or the way you sit quietly, afraid of saying anything that might upset someone. •He will ask you when the two of you are alone. When you tell him about your PTSD, he becomes more protective. He will never raise a hand against you and makes sure his family won't either. If his family starts getting loud, he takes you out of the room. He does whatever he can to make you feel comfortable and happy.

Jason Voorhees: •He most likely noticed this when the two of you were having a small argument. Jason can't speak, so he uses his hands to talk and show his emotions. He got frustrated and threw his hands up, but when he saw you recoil and start trembling, he is filled with instant regret. •He sits down with you to discuss your PTSD. He wishes you told him sooner. Jason promises to never raise his hands against you. He is also there to comfort you. Whenever you have anxieties, he will hold you in his arms. Jason is also always there to listen when you need to talk to someone.

Asa Emory (The collector): •Asa is observant, even more so than Michael. He is the quickest to pick up on your reactions when he reaches out to you or even slightly raises his voice. He puts all the signs together, and he figures out you struggle with PTSD from past abuse. •You receive less harsh dominating treatment from him. He still makes sure you remember he is in charge. But he is softer with you. On the days where you struggle with your trauma, he lays on the couch with you holding you close as he whispers encouraging words in your ear. He isn't the best at affection like Bubba or Jason are. But he tries his best to help and support you.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull): •It takes Jesse a bit of time to notice the signs. He can sometimes get caught up in his head or other things and might not see the signs right away. But he will eventually pick up on them. The way you wince when Preston or someone else raises their voices or the way you shrink away when he raises his hand. He knows these signs right away and mentally curses at himself for not noticing sooner. •He is supportive and is quick to be by your side when you start having a mental break down. Jesse is also swift to move you out of a room where a person is being loud. (Afterward, he will either kill or threaten them depending on who it is) He also becomes even more protective of you. He also finds the best therapists to help you. Jesse will do whatever he can do to make you happy.

[meher-sumedha]

Okay so I have a few

1. Drunk az mistakenly confesses his feeling for Gwyn in front of everyone.

2. Gwyn and az making bracelets together.

3. Gwynriel’s first official date.

4. Az and Gwyn on a spy mission together.

Okay so I'll write the first one first cause I really really like it and really want to write it. Also, this is my first time writing like smut, smut so. FORGIVE ME. As you know - 2 am. my mental health is fucked. Anyways ENJOY!

Gwynriel Headcanon : Gwyn's Little Crush

(I know just trust me on this)

Gwyn and Azriel had been dating since a year now. And last month only the mating bond had snapped for Azriel. It had made Gwyn's life shit.

As much as she wanted to be with him, the mating bond had made their lives shit. Like really shitty. They couldn't leave their room without Azriel killing someone.

After one week Azriel had convinced Gwyn that he was okay and was gonna behave. He did not. They had gone to a restaurant in Velaris, as a dinner date.

He almost killed the waiter because he looked at Gwyn when he gave her her dish. On their way back home he kept telling Gwyn he was okay.

"I swear to god Gwyn, I'm fine."

"Az you almost killed the waiter"

.... "Well I controlled myself in front of the receptionist"

"YOU ALMOST TOOK OUT HIS EYES!"

"HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU"

"HE ASKED ME IF I WAS FINE!"

"WELL, I, I"

"WEL!????"

Azriel was silent after that, he knew Gwyn was right but wasn't able to spend any time with her. He was like a freakin dog. That couldn't behave.

When they kept walking and Azriel didn't respond, Gwyn stopped in the middle of the road and came in front of Azriel. She took his face in her hands, and pulled it so close that their foreheads were touching.

His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. "I'm sorry" Whispered Azriel, his shadows thickening around them.

"Az, I love you with all my heart" And then let out a small chuckle, "but we can't risk you going and killing people". This made Azriel smile, everything she did made him smile.

Azriel then said, "I think we should wait before I get out of my room again" And chuckled. So did Gwyn.

"I agree" She said and smiled. But then Azriel pulled his head away and pulled Gwyn closer to him, so she was now looking up to him. He frowned and said, "But then how-how would we spend time together without anyone knowing?"

Gwyn rested her head against his chest. Trying to listen to his heartbeat to calm her own. Trying to figure out a solution. And then it hit her.

"Well, uhmm, I-I could move in with you if-if you like cause you know we've already done the deed and, and I already sleep in your room like three nights of the week and I-" Babbling. Azriel realized Gwyn was babbling.

So, he stopped her before she could panic more, "I'd love that" He said. And Gwyn stopped. Smiling against his chest.

"How does it feel" She asked. "How does what feel?", she then looked up to him and said with a cheeky voice, "How does it feel to be in the presence of your mate". Azriel pulled her even closer, and told her, "It feels like, like, I-I don't know how to explain it".

Gwyn chuckled and said, "Well you never were to one for words" And stood on her tippy toes and kissed him on the nose. A small, simple gesture that still made Azriel's heart leap. But then Azriel looked at her with such intensity that Gwyn couldn't help but stand normally, grab the collar of his shirt and smash her lips onto his.

Azriel chuckled into the kiss and winnowed them, to his apartment. His apartment, their apartment.

When they arrived, Gwyn broke the kiss and asked, "Where are we?" And started to look around the room. The simple room with a black cupboard and a black desk. With a brown bread.

And when she started to walk away, Azriel pulled her back into his embrace and just stared at her. Imprinting her beauty to his mind, not that he could ever compare it with the real deal.

When he did stuff like that, he could see that Gwyn became as red as a tomato. But usually it ended with cuddles in bed. Right now, Gwyn grabbed his collar and smashed her lips onto his, she then slipped her hands under his waist band.

Azriel then let out a thirst groan. In one smooth movement Gwyn slipped her hands out and took off his shirt, breaking their kiss for a millisecond. And then smashing her lips again. This time, she slammed Azriel into the wall with that powerful of a kiss.

Hunger, desire, all was shining through the bond for Azriel. He had sensed her scent change the moment they arrived. All was left of the scent of flowers and lillies, was arousal and arousal only. But Azriel couldn't loose his self control. Cause he knew if he did, he could hurt her.

So as much control as he could muster, he picked Gwyn up, his hands under her hips and took her to the bed and laid her down with utter gentleness. He FUCKING tried, tried to control himself but she just wasn't fucking giving up.

So Azriel thought, fuck it, she wants it rough, fine. I can give her rough. When Azriel's hand slipped under her leggings, Gwyn smirked into the kiss. She knew, she knew Azriel would loose his control and she knew what she did to him. Yet she didn't stop, still testing his limits.

Before today, Azriel had made love to her, but-but today, he was gonna fuck her. He was gonna ride her until she couldn't stop screaming his name.

So he did, all night. All night they tested each other. All night seeing who would break first. It was mostly Azriel. And that night, Azriel discovered, that if he wanted her undone, he was gonna have to do a lot more than just thrust into her with his long length. Gods, he loved it. Loved the rush, the pleasure. So he did, he took it as a challenge, and as Azriel didn't like loosing, he soon got a hold of her tell. Of what got her undone.

But, he only used it in extreme times, when she wouldn't break. For he would never want her to know his strategy.

Even though it was a game, it wasn't at the same time. As much as Azriel loved the sex, he loved the little cuddles, the silent training, the talks they had after one had a nightmare, the simple walks alongside the sidra, the flying with Gwyn screaming in his ear, the sleepovers, the getting drunk. He loved her, and every single fucking thing about her. He loved it.

And today, after a month of isolation, Azriel was finally gonna meet his brothers. He hoped that he had some control over himself, and that he doesn't fuck this up and ends up killing everyone.

They were at the house of wind, where Nesta and Cassian were hosting the dinner. They had just had dinner and a few drinks and were sitting on sofas. Gwyn was playing with Nyx on the floor as she was the only one who was not drunk.

"Gwyn" Said Cassian. "Mhmm", "Gwyn", "Mhmm", "GWYN", "WHAT". This had become their new routine, Rhysand pesturing Gwyn and Gwyn being annoyed. As much as Gwyn pretended she hated it, she actually loved it.

Gwyn then looked back to her high lord, who had Feyre resting her head on his shoulders. "I heard you have a crush" And as soon as he said that, Azriel's eyes shot up from beside Gwyn. Gwyn then put her hand on Azriel's thigh, he was sitting cross legged with Gwyn, which made him calm down.

"You told him?" Gwyn asked Nesta, angered slightly laced in her voice. Nesta shot her hands up in surrender position, "I swear to god I didn't" But then her gaze fell away from Gwyn. And when Gwyn followed that Gaze, she saw her eyes were on a smirking Cassian.

Gwyn took the pillow that was with her and threw it at Cassian's face, which made all of them chuckle. It erased the smirk he had on his face, but not for long. "Fork you" Gwyn muttered and Azriel raised his eyebrows. "A kid's here, I'm not gonna be the one to teach him bad language, you all already do enough of that" And it brought out a laugh in all of them which even made Gwyn smile a bit. . (Nesta, Cassian, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel (emorie is currently, well somewhere and elucien is on a honeymoon in the day court)).

"Anyways" Said rhysand and he continued, "we thought it might have been a good idea to invite him". Azriel was getting impatient, so he asked, "Who the hell is he?".

And then suddenly, fucking suddenly, Stefan Salvatore walked into that room.

Everyone knew him. I mean who didn't? He was a legend. The only one of his kind. Stories were written about him, the only fae, who was also a vampire.

"Hello love" He said and Gwyn's cheeks reddened. He was hot, hot hot. And suddenly Gwyn's little fangirl was awakened. She wanted to ask him so many questions, did he really drink blood? Did he drink people's blood?

"Hi," Gwyn said and he came closer to her, gods, he was so tall, probably an inch taller than Azriel.

"“You don't know what it's like being in love with you. You know, when you and I were together, every single atom in my body told me that it was the right thing, that we were a perfect fit. And that kind of love, it can change your whole life.”

Gwyn was speechlees. She clumsily stood up and she could've sworn she heard Nesta chuckle. These lines, these lines were Gwyn's favorite when she was a teen. In her room in sangravah, she had these lines written on her walls, so many of them.

For a moment, Gwyn had forgotten Azriel was there, and that was her first mistake. It didn't take Azriel even two seconds to get up and take stefan flying out of the balcony. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" Gwyn muttered to herself.

"What's wrong Gwynnie?" Cassian asked cheekily. "Yeah, is something wrong Gwynnie?" Rhysand joined. "FUCKING DO SOMETHING! HE'S GONNA KILL HIM". "Oh why o why would Azriel do that" Nesta asked.

"NES! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE", And Nesta chuckled. Azriel then flew in while slamming stefan to the ground, stefan was trying to fight but he was failing. Gwyn was smart enough not to go in between them.

After 15 mins of thrashing stefan, Azriel stopped, and said, "You fucking even look at my mate like that, I will fucking kill you, and I swear on my life, that it will not be an easy death."

He then got up and walked towards Gwyn, all of them were trying to contain their laughter but even they were speechless, of course they were, they knew about them but they didn't know that they were mates. Gwyn was well speechless.

She was just gonna start his rant about how he shouldn't have done those things but then Azriel took her hand and said, "I'm sorry" And then Gwyn didn't know what to do. She had prepared a whole speech on how he shouldn't do such shit and now, now she was speechless.

Rhysand then broke the silence, "So... Mates huh?" .

[writing-reaper]

Aposematism of a Predator

Asa Emory x Reader

Part one here

Warnings: verbal abuse, rape, stalking, bloodlust

Chapter 2

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It had barely been five minutes when (Y/n) stepped outside to find the two upset men. One upset because he thought she was about to be bullied/harassed by their Professor, the other just upset he had to wait on this pathetic woman his friend called his girlfriend.

“Finally!” The man scoffed.

“You okay babe?” Zach asked the flustered woman. She nodded and smiled reassuringly at him. “Great. Well me and Josh are going to get dinner together so we’re gonna drop you off at home. If you want a sandwich or something we can stop somewhere.”

“O-oh… uh sure.”

Abandoned again, (Y/n) watched as the two walked on without her. Zach didn’t even notice she wasn’t following. A sigh left her lips before she followed them to the car. Chewing her lip as she hopped in the back, now even losing her seat in the front.

This was going to be a long night…

When seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned hours: (Y/n) had already finished the essay. She wrote about bees and how her neighbor used to own a bee farm. How she always had a bee or two nearby and how the kids used to get scared. She had always been a bug girl, whether it be spiders or cockroaches, (Y/n) loved them all.

She spent the next hour or so with her spiders, one on her face, the other on her head as she tried to call her boyfriend to no avail. When he did finally answer it wasn’t him. It was Josh who just told her that Zach didn’t love her and that she was too clingy.

She spent the rest of the night crying, holding onto her arachnid friends. Then soon after, she put her arachnid friends away and passed out.

She was so tired. They had been having problems with their relationship for a while. She had thought it was the distance but clearly it was something else.

“Hey, Princess.” Zach says with a smile, watching as she stirred awake.

“Zach… it’s 2 am.” (Y/n) whines, stretching out in the bed.

“Yup. I ended up driving around with Josh a while longer than we planned, but I figured when I got back we could have some good old one on one time.” He explains, moving on top of her. She sat up slightly, excitement in her eyes.

“A movie and cuddles?!” She questions excitedly, thinking back to all their old dates. Zach laughed then scoffed.

“I was thinking more of a… Netflix and chill.” He hums, rubbing her night shirts fabric between his fingers.

“I’m not really in the mood, Zach. Did you even bring back the food I asked for?” She asks, shifting uncomfortably beneath him. The man above her scoffs, shoving her back down on the bed.

“Sorry, I forgot. But it’s not like you need it anyway. You could lose the extra weight.” Her heart felt like it was crushed and whatever light she had in her eyes dulled.

“Oh… ok.”

“Come on, let’s have some fun.”

Snores were filling her head like a white noise. Frankly, she was sick of it. How could he do this to her?

She comes all the way here… and he…

(Y/n) couldn’t sleep. She spent the night in the bathroom, staring. She felt loss. What happened? What had she done?

The following day was just as dull. Zach promised her a date, but instead, she ended up cleaning the house. He chose his friends over her again. And again… and again.

“Make sure everyone submits their essays to the basket before they leave.” Asa announces after finishing his lecture and explaining their new assignment. As everyone sauntered out, a crowd of people going through the filter of a door, he almost missed the lovely woman at the spider tank.

He watched as Zach approached her, she said something, and he just shrugged and groped her before he left. There was something… different today though. She seemed down.

As soon as everyone was out the door, he approached the woman once more. Her eyes looked lifeless in the reflection of the glass.

“Aren’t you going to miss your ride, Ms. (L/n)?” Ass inquires, sitting at his desk.

“No, I’m going to check out the gym that’s right off campus. Zach is hanging out with Josh again. I just wanted to wait for everyone to leave. Have a good day, Professor Emory.”

Asa was mad. What did Zach do? What did he say?

He had debated on keeping things old fashioned, but after seeing how she was today: he decided he’d do things his way. The good old stalker style. He found the address in Zach’s file and watched the house for a while, looking for security, mosey neighbors, the works.

They didn’t have much security and lacked any other types of security. In fact, it seemed like just a regular old house.

After a while, (Y/n) had finally arrived, Zach in tow. (Y/n) seemed happy again. All his attention was on her, he was holding her hand and he had even gotten her flowers.

Inside, however, Zach became distant once more. Always on the phone, making (Y/n) repeat herself, and aggressively demanding things. He watched as she cooked dinner, visibly crying. Asa assumed that Zach only approached her because she was cooking.

He watched him kiss her neck, play with her hair, and hold her: all the while she cooked. Asa was getting tired of this. He wanted this to end. But he couldn’t just kill him like this. No. He had to make his death far worse.

[slasherkisss]

What are some NSFW headcannons for the Collector, Pyramid head, yautjas, and Midnight man?

[my brain only registered Midnight Man and I am SO HYPE FOR IT BLESS YOUR HEART ANON]

Asa Emory/The Collector

Knifeplay is his passion. This man is brutal with his weapon (hehe) and will use it. You better be into masochism because he’ll make you stick your tongue out and slice the tender flesh, making you count each gash and drink up your own blood

Brutal dom. He’ll make you cum several times only to make you wait until he says so at the very last moment. He’s nearly unfair in his treatment of his sub, pushing their limits and bending them in ways (both physically and mentally) that they nearly aren’t sure they can keep up with. He believes in them, though.

Serious self control. The man can pace himself and make it so that he lasts far longer than his partner could ever dream of. He will be the last one to cum and it will be ferocious and needy as he does so all over you.

Surprisingly talkative during sex. Though he’s a quiet man by nature, you’ll get the most out of him when he’s fucking you into a surface. Gentle dirty talk and swift commands that leave you more turned on echo from his lips and its amazing to hear his voice as often as you do when you fuck. He’s doing it so that, every time you hear his voice, you think of him fucking you and get turned on. 

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

Man has himself a size kink. Everyone is basically smaller than him he loves it. Being able to throw his s/o around in his arms and control them like a rag doll, positioning them however he wants, and admiring their body from whatever angle he choses is a big turn on.

Into period play. You can fight me on that one. He likes feeling his AFAB s/o bleed around his fingers and the extra liquid helps his dick slide in so much nicer. He has a lot of lube around too if you’re AMAB too so don’t you worry.

Loves bending his s/o over things while he fucks them. He loves the way it makes them squeeze around him and he likes having one hand on their hips and the other around the back of their neck as he all but breeds them into the surface.

He has a tongue and he will use it to eat you out. It’s a long, black, sentient appendage that crawls from the cracks of his massive head. It’s thick and throbbing, way more unnatural than any other tongue you might see, and does a wonderful job of reaching into your deepest places and curling in on you oh-so sweetly. He loves nothing more than to taste you and drool inside of you. 

Yautja/Predator

Two Words: Praise kink. Yautja’s love to hear how much they’re pleasing you, whether it be with your moans or your words, any sort of positive reinforcement for them makes their pride swell and their urge to fuck you faster all the stronger.

Loves to fuck after fighting. They spar with their partner, that much is known, and the more rowdy and dirty a fight, the more they want to get down and dirty. Pinning you down into the ground and having their way with you is one of their favorite things. Likewise, if you pin THEM down and have your way with them? Oh baby~

Bruises and bite marks go both ways. They LOVE to litter you with marks and scrapes to show how much they’ve pleasured you, but will purr and be putty in your hands if you sink your teeth into their skin and drag your nails down their back as well. They want to be claimed by you equally. 

Huge cuddlers after sex. Yautja are as clingy as puppies when they’re basking in the after glow of your sexscapades with you. Their arms are wrapped around you, clinging tight and purring against you as the two of you relax in your sweat and blood. Tends to be the first to fall asleep as well. 

Midnight Man

Big into fear play.  He knows what scares you and to see you writhing under him in both fear and arousal turns him on all the more. He wants to hear you scream in both ways. 

Always bites when he kisses. This entity is cheeky in his kisses and loves to inflict pain on you during them. It’s quite common to feel his teeth sink into your lower lip as you kiss, drawing blood only to have it be licked away by his tongue. He finds it very erotic when your blood is smeared on his own lips after. 

Slow, steady, and teasing. This man knows how to work your body better than you do and he will do everything in his power to make you a writhing, edged mess ready to beg for him. He’s cruel in that he loves to torment you, even more than Asa will, and laugh at your pain before granting you what you want.

The worst with aftercare. He’s not great at understanding human needs and isn’t big on cuddling, so it’s more often than not you’ll either have to force him to stay with you or live with him disappearing basically within minutes of you coming down from your orgasm. He has people to kill, darling, it’s not his fault that his nature is so... shadow-based. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you, though, it’s just his nature to be everywhere and nowhere. Nothing personal. 

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Kinktober Day 31: Exhibitionism with The Collector

24,000 words give or take. That’s my final word count total on ALL of my kinktober pieces. And even though I didn’t get it all done in october and spilled into november and then december. But god I am so fucking proud that I finished this project and I thank everyone for being so supportive and lovely and following me along the way. I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying my stories and I hope you enjoy this one just as much as my others <3

The Collector/Asa Emory x Gender Neutral Reader

You knew the night wouldn’t end well for the man bound in the chair before you.

Guilt twisted in your stomach. It wasn’t your fault that he just couldn’t fucking listen to you, but you felt responsible just the same. One of The Collector’s newest acquisitions had found a way to escape and somehow made it to your unlocked room before he was killed by the numerous traps set outside. Your captor didn’t bother locking your door anymore. He knew you would never leave without his permission. But when the bloodied and bruised man burst through the door, frantically trying to get you to go with him, telling you it wasn’t safe here, he just wouldn’t let you stay put. Some sort of machismo facade he still had in him that felt he needed to put this stranger’s life before his own. His empathy would be his ultimate downfall.

You couldn’t help the pout on your face. You had told the man that forcing you to leave would get you into trouble, that it wouldn’t end well for him and that he should just leave, but he dragged you along with him. The amount of times he nearly got you killed by wandering dangerously close to traps set up along the hall was enough to scare you more than imagining what would happen when your master caught up with the two of you.

It didn’t take more than a very sudden and swift thwack to his head with a solid wooden bat as he turned the corner to knock him out. You jumped at the sound, knowing your captor was just around the corner. You fell to your knees where you stood, head down and hands folded neatly in your lap as he had taught you. Ignoring the groans coming from the man beside you, you focused your attention on the footfalls of your master rounding the corner, his movements precise and calculated. 

He stopped for only a brief moment in front of you, his hand stroking the top of your head and giving you shivers down your spine. But you didn't move, and he didn't expect you to. With ease and a low grunt, your master hoisted the dead weight of the man over his shoulder. It always shocked you just how strong he was. But nothing about your captor should shock you anymore. He gave you many reasons not to ever since you had arrived. 

"Come," he ordered. You quickly stood and followed your master, not wanting to give him any more reasons to be upset with what had happened under his watch. That or he had planned for this. He had tested you many times before, making absolutely certain he had your undying loyalty. 

You now sat on a plush bed, opposite from the man in the chair before you. Your master had been preparing his tools for whatever he had planned. You weren't certain what he had in store for you, however. He had killed people in front of you before, and you'd learned to cope with your master's brutality. But he always upped the ante each session with you, and you weren't sure what he would do to try to rip a different reaction from you this time. 

As you had begun to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, fingers rubbing the soft fabric as you tried to ground yourself to the situation, the loud thud of a fist colliding with flesh brought your attention back to the men before you. The man in the chair was awake now, babbling mercies that you tuned out. You had heard it all before. You had even said some of those pleas before. But your master would brush it off as always. He never flinched even at the most heart wrenching of cries. 

You weren't sure how long you had been zoned out until you heard the familiar command. “Come.” You barely registered how your body moved instinctively when you heard his voice. All you knew was he wanted you. 

You knew better than to meet his gaze. Not yet. That hadn't been earned. His fingers gently brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears. Meanwhile in this tender moment, the sounds of the man wailing in the chair increased, and you felt your master's fingers twitch in annoyance. He hated interruptions. 

"Kneel." Before you could catch yourself, your head whipped up to meet his gaze. Cold, black eyes met yours, daring you to challenge him. He scowled from behind the mask, that black mask that he had only recently began to take off around you. Because you were loyal, and would never tell. That, and it reminded you that he would never let you get far enough to where you could identify him to anyone. You ignored that part.

That loyalty made you sink quickly to your knees, your head down and staring at the carpeted floor beneath you. A long stretch of silence followed, save for the groaning man in the chair, as your captor relished in your obedience. But then it just continued. You knew he was waiting for you to eventually look up at him for your new orders, but he still loved how you would hesitate for him. Was this what he wanted? Would you get in trouble? He allowed you to have those thoughts as you eventually lifted your head to meet his gaze.

That look in his eye. That hungry look. It made you tremble and second guess yourself. You were acutely aware of the man fighting against his restraints beside you. Was this what your master wanted? But you knew exactly what he wanted from the look on his face. He had trained you well, after all, so well that he rarely needed to speak to you unless he felt the need to reward you with his praise.

So you did as he had taught you. Without looking at the man beside you, for your master only allowed you to have eyes for him, your shaky hands lifted to the front of his trousers, undoing his belt and pulling his zipper down slowly. You heard the man start cursing now, but you didn’t dare look away. Instead, you looked up at your master as he smirked down, pleased with you. 

Your hands gently pulled down the waistband of his underwear, knowing full well he wanted you to get onto it. He didn’t like to be teased, that was something he reserved for you. So as you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to his swollen head, circling your tongue around the tip, you made sure that when you did tease it wasn’t for too long. You dipped your head down further onto him, hollowing out your cheeks like he taught you to, looking up at him as his chest rose and fell with his heavier breathing. It was like there wasn’t an audience there, it was simply you and your master. And you would do anything to please him. 

The man’s yells eventually became whimpers, realizing that this was all a part of the game. You closed your eyes as you lapped your tongue against your master’s length, trying to put the image of this poor man out of your mind. By now his punishment was loud and clear; do not touch The Collector’s toys. The man had no hope for getting your help to escape, your loyalties were obvious by now. 

You hummed softly around his member as his hand stroked the back of your head tenderly, almost lovingly. He was close, if the soft groans that left his mouth were any indication. It would be any minute now. 

Suddenly, you felt your master shift his body, his free arm making a huge sweeping motion. Before you could register what was happening, the grip on your hair tightened, his cock twitching in the back of your throat as you gagged. Then the gurgled coughing began. You shut your eyes, focusing only on your master, trying to ignore the obvious sounds of what he had done to the man in the chair that wheezed for air. 

His end followed shortly after, a low groan stuck in his throat as his warm seed poured down your throat. You did well to swallow it all, again, as he had trained you to do. Even after you had swallowed him all, you didn’t pull back just yet. That was your master’s decision as to whether you were done or not. But as he pulled your head back, leaving you to catch your breath as he simply held you there, he stared down at you. The dark mask didn’t hide the splatter of blood that had made its way onto it, and you did your best to not let your curiosity pull your gaze to the man still twitching beside you. 

“On the bed.” That was all he needed to say, and you would do it. You would always do as you were told.

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [99]

xv. the dying of the light 

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 6.0k

Warnings: language, mentions of blood, angst, Cadogan is a piece of shit, anxiety, fighting, death, just some very sad, very heavy stuff.

Summary: bellamy is gone, gabriel is gone, and now madi has disappeared. desperation rises as you all race to save madi before she too is taken from you.

a/n: sorry, but my brain is struggling to process that this is number 99!!!!! i swear i just posted episode 1 like last week? how is this possible? the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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The first thing you realize is that Miller saved all of your lives with his quick thinking. You turn and meet his gaze, grateful that he was fast enough to get the bomb behind one of the solid doors. “Thank you.”

He nods in acknowledgment, before another soft rumble settles through the room, and the door the bomb is behind starts to groan softly. Which brings you to the second realization, that in saving all of your lives, Miller possibly doomed the others. Because the door he threw the bomb behind is the door that leads to the rest of the bunker. It’s the door that leads to the stone, in the rec room with Jackson, Murphy, Emori, and Raven. 

Miller immediately pries the door in question off the hinges with one of the spears from the arena, revealing a doorway of stacked concrete, confirming what you already knew. The others are trapped down below, and the rest of you are trapped up here. You have access to the outside, but no way to reach the stone or the rest of your friends. You turn to look at Clarke, seeking out her counsel, despite still being angry with her. She gives you a desperate look, before a look of realization passes over her face. ���We can still get to Madi.”

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial, three blue pills inside. You recognize them immediately as nano trackers, likely brought over by Sheidheda, the same ones Cadogan used to leave the bunker. Clarke unscrews the bottle and immediately dumps one out, preparing to swallow it, but Gaia closes the space between them and stops her hand from dropping the pill into her mouth. “Clarke, we have to think this through.”

“Gaia's right. Only the second pill’s for me.” Clarke looks over at you in surprise, not expecting you to take her side after what she did. But she killed Bellamy to protect Madi, and if something happens to Madi, then Bellamy and Gabriel died for nothing. All of it was for nothing. You refuse to let their deaths be in vain, which is why you hold your hand out for one of the pills, and Clarke quickly passes one to you. Behind you, Octavia speaks up, moving closer to you and Clarke. “We're gonna need an inside man.”

You both understand her statement for what it is: an offer to go with the two of you, so Clarke hands Octavia the third and final pill. All of you swallow them, one after the next, Octavia the last to do so, and you stand staring at each other, waiting to instantly disappear the way that Cadogan did. 

Except, you don’t.

The three of you stay firmly in place, looking at each other in absolute confusion. “Cadogan disappeared right away.”

“Why isn't this working?”

Hope answers you and Clarke both, shrugging a little as she does. “Maybe somebody has to be waiting in Bardo to pull you through.”

A strange look passes over Clarke’s face, half anger, half amusement, before settling into one of determination. She crosses the room in three strides, stopping at the door to the rest of the bunker, clamping her hands down on the first piece of stone she sees. She pulls, letting out a cry of effort as she does, the concrete moving nowhere. She tries again, her hands slipping off the stone, likely scratching her the way they did when the two of you tried to dig to this very same bunker, and you shake your head before moving towards her. “Clarke.”

She doesn’t turn around, determinedly yanking at the stones and sliding off them, making no progress, going nowhere, but still trying nonetheless. “We have to get to Madi! Cadogan could be digging into her brain right now.”

You reach out for her, grabbing her arm and spinning her towards you. “Clarke! We spent days trying to dig our way to the bunker before we nearly died in that collapse, and this is no different. You’re gonna dislodge a stone and get yourself killed if you keep this up, and you’re no use to Madi if you’re dead.”

She sets her jaw, and you think she’s about to start a fight with you before her eyes drop and her gaze softens. “Your shoulder.”

You peer down at your shoulder and the blood staining your shirt, the wound from Sheidheda still bleeding, the pain forgotten to you in the chaos of everything that’s happened since then. “It’s nothing.”

You try to shrug her off, stepping away from her, not wanting her comfort or her help, but she reaches out to grab your arm, her hand closing around one of the cuts on your forearm. She can feel the wetness on her hand as soon as she grabs you, and she immediately lets go of you and looks at you in alarm. “La lune!”

She grabs your hand and turns your arm over, eyes scanning the cuts on both of your forearms. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I honestly can't feel it. Adrenaline and all that.”

“Come here.” She tries to pull you to the side, and you don’t budge at first, but she gives you one of those looks that lets you know this is not negotiable, because your own words apply to you in this moment. You’re no good to Madi dead, and bleeding to death because you’re mad at Clarke is not the way to go. So when she tugs you to the side a second time, you let her, and she motions for you to sit across from her as she tears strips of cloth from the bottom of her shirt. The tension between the two of you temporarily melts away as she ties makeshift bandages around your forearms and shoulder, your access to real bandages nonexistent. You sit quietly as she fixes you up the best she can, before she finally breaks the silence to whisper, “I’m sorry about Bellamy, I swear I am. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to, to protect Madi. You can hate me forever, la lune, I’ll understand.”

You sit in silence for a second, weighing her words, and you can tell from the anguish in her voice that she means it. But that doesn't erase all of your feelings instantly, as much as you wish it did. You wish you could erase the hurt and the grief and the anger, but you can’t. It’s still raw and open, weighing on you at every moment. “Clarke, you’re my shining star. You’re a part of me. I understand why you did what you did, and I understand why you feel like it was the only choice. But that doesn't change the fact that Bellamy is dead and you pulled the trigger. I don't hate you, I don't think I ever could, but I don't forgive you either, at least not yet. Hopefully one day I’ll forgive you and we can move past this, but right now, I'm too damn hurt and angry.”

She nods her head, looking up at you with tears in her eyes. “I understand. If it helps, I regret it. I don't think I’d do it again, especially if I knew that Madi was just gonna turn herself in despite everything.”

You say nothing for a long second, your voice a soft whisper, cracking with emotion when you say, “I just wish I could have said goodbye. I gave him back the ring, you know, and he died thinking I didn't love him, but I do. I love him with my whole heart, my entire being. He’s my soulmate, and he died thinking that I hate him.”

You feel your bottom lip quiver before tears start to spill down your face, and you see tears in Clarke’s eyes before she pulls you in for a hug, holding you as you cry for Bellamy. And in this moment, you allow yourself to forget what happened to him, focusing only on the fact that he’s gone. You allow your twin to comfort you, hold you close, softly humming Clair de lune in your ear until you start to calm down again. And even after the two of you break apart, you stay side by side, unable to leave each other’s side, even now, when everything between you is tense and weird.

Indra is the first to break the silence and tension hanging over the room. “We should discuss the plan. Clarke, la lune, and Octavia bring us over. We get Madi and kill their leader.”

Gaia jumps down from the perch she was on, walking towards her mother. “Killing Cadogan won't change anything.”

“He can't chase us if he's dead.”

She shakes her head at Indra trying to get her to understand. “You've seen faith, Mother. You kill the Commander, another takes her place. You kill the Fleimkepa, another takes his place. Faith doesn't just die, it gets carried forward. Cadogan's people are no different.”

Miller asks the question that you’re all beginning to wonder. “Then how does this end?”

“Bellamy asked that question, too.” You all look towards Octavia, the mood sobering even further at the mention of Bellamy. “One Last War, and then we transcend and we become the light.”

Across the room, Jordan breaks his silence. “It's a beautiful idea, but fighting is not how we get there. War is a failure of everything. Which is why it's a test, not a war.”

“Test, war, test, war. The disciples have been studying the Bardo texts for over 1,000 years. You really think you know better?”

Jordan turns to Hope, answering her question with complete confidence. “Yes. And it's not just that I read some old books, I felt it. That red sun toxin showed me something. I couldn't figure it out, but I knew it was important, and then I read the Bardo texts, and it hit me... the next step in human evolution.”

You can feel Clarke going more restless with each passing second, until she abruptly stands and snaps, “Nonsense.”

Everyone turns to face her after the outburst, but she avoids everyone’s eyes as she stalks up the ramp towards the exit. “All that matters now is saving Madi and killing Cadogan. There's no Last War or test. Bellamy's dead because he believed that crap, and I've heard enough!”

You look after her retreating figure, wondering if you should go after her. Everything between the two of you is weird, and your anger is telling you to stay, bristling at the casual way she mentioned Bellamy’s death. But your softer side, the part of you that’s connected to her, it’s telling you to go after her, comfort her, despite what she did. Gaia seems to sense your conflict, because she steps towards you with a smile and whispers, “I got it.”

You nod in thanks, relieved that you don’t have to decide, before sitting back down and beginning the excruciating process of waiting once more. You’re quickly realizing that there’s nothing you hate more than waiting: waiting to fight, waiting to escape, waiting to die. Because waiting is usually silent, and that silence easily morphs into your regrets, and fears, and worries. It’s when you think about everything you've done wrong and everything you haven't yet gotten the chance to do. There’s time to think of who you’ve killed and who you’ve lost, which opens up the door to the painful memories that usually stay locked deep in your brain, in that place you try to keep hidden from everyone, including yourself. 

Waiting is suffocating, and in the time you’ve spent on Earth, Sanctum, Skyring, and Bardo, you’ve already done too much of it. 

You stand, starting to pace around the rotunda, the way Bellamy used to pace when he first got back from space. The same habit he turned to when he had to wait. And as your feet move you around the room in continuous circles, you start to understand. It’s rhythmic, the way your feet carry you across the floor, boots thudding softly against the metal, and each time you walk past Hope, the thuds stutter, your footsteps softened by an uneven spot on the floor. 

As you pace around the room, you force your mind to stay on the safe topics. The ones that don't involve painful memories or the ghosts that seem to stalk you. Instead, you keep things light, reciting constellations and medicinal plants, anything to keep your mind occupied. A few times you slip up, your thoughts drifting to what Bellamy was thinking in his final moments, as he bled out on Sanctum alone. You start to worry about Madi and what she’s going through without you, cursing yourself for not getting to her sooner and stopping her from leaving. You think about Gabriel and his final words to you, what they meant... You shake your head, clearing the spiral of memories and grief, shifting back to your safe topics, ignoring the thoughts that are begging to pull you down.

You only pause your pacing once, when Clarke and Gaia come out of the decontamination room and take up a spot on the ramp, sitting across from each other cross legged, Gaia talking to your twin softly. You resume your pacing, glancing at them every few minutes, realizing that Gaia must be teaching Clarke to calm her mind the way she taught Madi to. 

But Clarke’s peace is short lived, and within minutes she’s standing, her voice rising as she glares down at Gaia. “How do you expect me to focus right now when my daughter is out there, probably being tortured right now?”

“You think I don't know that?” Gaia stands abruptly, and you pause your pacing to watch them. She gives Clarke an anguished look, her voice dropping slightly when she adds, “I love her too, Clarke.”

A look of sympathy passes over Clarke’s face before she reaches out and pulls the former Flamekeeper into a hug. “I know, I know, I'm sorry.”

You’re about to start pacing again, the conflict seemingly resolved, when you catch a glimpse of green around Clarke. She pulls away from Gaia, her hands starting to disappear, and she turns to look at you with a smile. “It's working.”

Clarke disappears in a haze of emerald, leaving you to turn and look at Octavia, “I’m next.”

Miller yells out to you, “La lune, catch!”

You turn towards him, catching the pistol he tosses your way, seconds before you too fade away from the bunker. All around you, the world is green, bright and hazy, until it fades into a darker hue. It takes a second for you to realize that you’re not in the Stone Room, but in the oxygen farm, surrounded by an army of disciples, all of them pointing weapons right at you and Clarke. You raise the pistol that Miller tossed to you, you and Clarke aiming back at the disciples, and Octavia appears a second later, instantly lifting her rifle.

A disciple near the font of the armed group looks towards you and loudly yells, “Drop your weapons! Hands in the air!”

Octavia drops her weapon first, lifting her hands in surrender, and you and Clarke exchange a look before you both follow suit. Despite not wanting to surrender to the disciples, you both know you have no choice, and if you choose to take a stand here, it will only result in the three of you ending up dead. So you both drop your weapons and lift your hands in the air, following the commands of the disciples as they close in on you. The three of you are restrained and led past the waiting army, through the oxygen farm and the halls of Bardo until you’re delivered to a cell.

They release all three of you in one room, and you stand there for a minute, stunned by what just happened. “Why did we show up in the oxygen farm?”

Clarke shakes her head, “I don't know. But they’re preparing for a war, which means they have Madi and she’s in trouble.”

She plops down onto the nearest bed in frustration, dropping her head into her hands before she starts to softly cry. Octavia sits down beside her, offering her comfort, the moment soon overshadowed by someone singing. And not just someone, Sheidheda. He sings the Grounder Anthem, “Take a Life With Me”, over and over on a loop, until there is no sadness left in your prison cell, only frustration. 

You take up pacing again as nothing you do drowns out the awful, annoying sound, which continues repeatedly, until you’re sure you’re about to lose your mind. You can sense Clarke growing tense too, her body starting to fidget more and more until she finally yells out, “Shut up!”

But Sheidheda doesn't shut up, he just keeps singing without a care in the world. Clarke looks at you with worry and frustration, her eyes wide, her nerves frazzled. “We did all that just to end up back here, locked up in a cell next to Sheidheda.”

“We'll get Madi back.” You don’t say anything beyond that, your anger at her now back in full force now that you’re back in Bardo, but you do let out a sigh, frustrated that your emotions are so all over the place. You wonder what Anders would say about you now, watching you pace the room like a caged animal, angry and frustrated and ready to destroy Bardo if you have to.

You’re pulled back to the present by Clarke sighing loudly, looking doubtful about your assurance of finding Madi, which Octavia notices. She puts a hand on Clarke’s knee, whose gaze shifts over to the younger Blake. “Think about it: someone brought us here. That means we have help on the inside, it's just a matter of time.”

Clarke nods, contemplating her words, realizing the truth to them, and she’s quiet for a moment before whispering, “Thank you.”

Something about her tone makes you pause, and you stop in front of her as Clarke’s gaze shifts between you and Octavia. “Both of you. Thank you for offering to come.”

Octavia answers first, “I told you I get it now, what she means to you. It's what Hope means to me.”

“It's what we meant to Bellamy.” Clarke and Octavia look towards you, the mood dampening the way it does when you all remember that Bellamy is gone, for real this time. You’re surprised you even said it, and you have to fight against the tears that are threatening to rise, glancing between the two women you call sister. “We were everything to him.”

Octavia whispers, “That's how I'll remember him.”

Clarke reaches out to grab your hand and you let her, before she reaches for Octavia’s hand too, the three of you sitting together as a small human chain, mourning the loss of Bellamy. And as the three of you mourn, tears streaming down your faces, the door to your cell opens. Clarke and Octavia stand beside you and turn to see Levitt hovering near the entrance, smiling at Octavia. She moves towards him, and as the pair hugs, you get a flash of disappointment. Part of you hoped that it would be Bellamy here to save you, despite seeing his body bleeding out on the palace floor in Sanctum. Something you remind yourself of as Clarke mutters, “Hate to interrupt, but we need to get to Madi. What’s the plan?”

Levitt and Octavia pull apart, and he looks between the three of you, growing anxious. “I don't know. Isn't this your guys' specialty? How would you do it?”

Octavia thinks for a second and then says, “Use the suits, go invisible.”

“No, that won't work. Too many disciples with helmets around.”

Clarke shrugs, “Then we come in hot, and we take them all out.”

You shake your head, instantly disagreeing. If the disciples are preparing for a war, then Clarke’s right. Madi is in danger now. You have no doubt that you, Clarke, and Octavia could come in and take the disciples out with ease, but how long will that give you? Five minutes? Ten? It’s loud and it’s messy, and it’ll put a target on your backs. You need a distraction, something to pull the disciples away from M-Cap, giving the four of you time to find Madi and get her to safety. You search your brain for a different plan, struggling to come up with anything, thanks to Sheidheda’s obnoxious singing. 

And that’s when it comes to you. 

You look between the three of them, smiling, pointing to the room next door. “Or we create a distraction.”

Realization passes over each of their faces, and you know you’re all on the same page. “Good idea.” 

Levitt heads to the door of your cell and reaches for a bag that he left behind, tossing each of you a gun before leading you from your room and to the next cell over. He quickly pulls the door scanner from the wall, attaching a few wires to a tablet from his bag and typing in a code. He removes the tablet and tucks it away before reattaching the scanner and pushing the button. The door to Sheidheda’s cell slides open, and you, Clarke, and Octavia go in weapons hot, aiming directly at the man in the room. He stops singing when he hears your entrance, turning slowly to look at the three of you glaring in anger, Levitt waiting just behind you. “Well, since no one's shooting, I suppose that means you need me.”

He laughs a little and stands to his feet, musing, “What would Madi think?”

Clarke lowers her gun and lunges at him, intending to hit him, but you reach out and grab her arm to stop her. “Clarke!”

Sheidheda laughs, looking you over, taking in your bandages and the blood that’s still on your face, a mix of Gabriel’s and your own. “I got the doctor good, didn't I? Tell me, did he make it?”

And this time, it’s your turn to lunge, dropping Clarke’s arm and reaching for the man, seeing only red, your anger raw with grief. But Octavia grabs you, pulling you back, yelling out, “That’s enough, all of you! We need to stop Cadogan.”

You take a breath, calming yourself, aware that you need the man in front of you to save your niece and stop Cadogan from winning. Which means, for now, you’ll play alongside him. But if he makes it out of here and you get the chance, you’ll kill him for what he did to Gabriel and Madi. 

Sheidheda shrugs at Octavia’s words, growling a little, “I tried, and for my troubles, they locked me up here.”

Clarke doesn't care, blowing past his complaint to snap, “Here's the deal. I'd love to kill you, but you're right, we need you. We set you loose, and you draw the disciples away from M-Cap.”

“I'm not some petty distraction. I'm the high king of Sanctum.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay, Your Highness. Then we walk out of here and lock the door behind us.”

He sneers at you, giving you an annoyed smile. “Hmm, distraction it is.”

You motion towards the door with your gun. “Then let’s go.”

Levitt leads the way to M-Cap, the rest of you keeping your guns trained on Sheidheda, but you stop when you reach the last few hallways to your destination. You can hear people nearby, likely standing guard or prepping for the war, and you motion towards Sheidheda as you all duck out of sight. He smiles before he steps away, and you can hear the moment he catches sight of the disciples. “Attention, sheep. I'm here to kill your Shepherd.”

You can hear one of the guards yelling commands, followed immediately by the sounds of fighting. Gunshots ring out in the air, accented by screams of pain, but you all stay hidden in a nearby corridor until the sounds grow fainter and fainter, Sheidheda clearing the halls ahead of you. Once you hear no more fighting, you tentatively slip from your hiding spot and walk down the hall, rounding the corner to find blood splashed along the walls and dead bodies scattered everywhere. You shake your head at the violent scene in front of you, thinking that surely Sheidheda didn’t need to be so brutal. Still, he got the job done, because there’s no one in sight to stop your approach.

Unfortunately, there is also no sign of Sheidheda. “He's not here?”

Clarke turns to look back at Octavia. “We knew that was a possibility, we'll deal with Sheidheda later.”

Levitt looks around at the bodies littering the floor, carefully stepping around dark red puddles of blood, his voice horrified when he whispers, “I grew up with these people.”

“That's war, Levitt.” Octavia turns to glance at him, offering him no sympathy for the horror he’s experiencing. “It looks exciting in hologram mode, but this is the reality.”

Clarke shakes her head, grabbing a few grenades as she walks past the bodies, barely glancing back at the couple as she continues on her way. “Come on. Right now, all that matters is getting to Madi.”

You all follow her down the halls towards M-Cap, your guns raised, ready for a fight with each new hallway you turn down. But you find no one, this section of Bardo completely empty, everyone gone in pursuit of Sheidheda. “Looks like our diversion worked.”

As you reach the door to M-Cap, Clarke nods towards it. “Levitt, you go in first. They won't see you as a threat.”

He nods, and Octavia quickly pushes the button to the room, and as the door slides open, you all get into position and step inside behind Levitt. The first thing you notice is that someone is humming, the tune comforting and familiar. The second thing you notice is Madi, sprawled out in the M-Cap chair, someone’s arms around her. And when that someone looks up, you swear you’re dreaming. 

Because it looks like Bellamy.

“Bellamy?” You freeze in place, the gun in your hand clattering to the floor as you stare at him in shock. He looks up at all of you, his expression surprised, clearly not expecting to see you here. He’s out of the white robes and into a white top and bottom combo, the same thing that Gabriel used to wear, and you’re relieved to see no blood on his clothes. He looks a little tired, and his curly hair is unruly, flopped all over the place, but he looks fine. Healthy even, no sign that he was recently dead. 

Clarke seemingly breezes past the fact that Bellamy is alive and well, her gaze solely focused on Madi, and he releases his hold on her to allow Clarke the room to take over. He stands, looking at you closely, his expression blank for a moment, and you worry that he’s even more brainwashed than the last time you saw him. But then his expression morphs into one of relief, and he steps around the M-Cap chair to walk towards you. “La lune.”

His voice is warm and thick with affection and emotion, and you start to run towards him, tears welling up in your eyes as he jogs towards you. He meets you halfway across the room, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you once, before putting your feet firmly back on the ground, his arms holding you tight. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, and you can hear him crying as he whispers, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I should have never betrayed you. I should’ve listened to you.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You pull away to look at him, tears running down his face and your own, and you whisper, “I love you. Oh my god, I love you, and I'm sorry I left you. I didn't want to, but-”

He cuts you off, “No, you were right to leave me. And you were right about Cadogan.”

It’s like the words remind him of something, and he turns to look at the others. “Levitt, something is wrong with Madi. Cadogan did something to her.”

You all turn to look at him in shock. “What?”

Levitt immediately crosses the room to grab the glasses that the disciples use for M-Cap, and for the first time since grabbing her, Clarke pulls away from Madi, realizing that Bellamy’s right, something is wrong with her. You miss the reunion between the Blake siblings as you rush over to your niece, though you can hear them quietly talking behind you. You look down at Madi in horror, catching onto what Bellamy meant. Madi’s eyes are open, but her expression and her eyes are blank, no sign of recognition in either of them. Her heartbeat is strong, but her body is limp, moving only when one of you moves her. 

Clarke looks at you with tears in her eyes, and you feel tears in your own, both of you starting to cry as Clarke turns her teary expression back to Madi. “Madi, look at me. Say something. Please say something.”

Madi remains frozen, and Clarke lets out a panicked yell, “Say something!”

But still, Madi doesn't move, and Clarke pulls her into her arms, holding her tight as she sobs, rocking her back and forth, “Oh, my baby. My baby. My baby.”

You start to cry harder, not wanting to hear or see Clarke’s heartbreak, not wanting to see Madi’s blank expression, but you can't look away. You don't look away when you feel Bellamy slide up beside you, slipping his hand into your own, you don't look away when you hear Octavia and Levitt talking quietly behind you. You keep your eyes on your little sun and your shining star, unable to do anything other than cry at the scene before you. 

Clarke lays Madi back down, before turning her teary face back to you, her eyes landing on Bellamy in the process.  You see surprise pass over her face, meaning she really didn't register his presence when you all stepped into the room. But her surprise turns to anger as she glares at him, “What happened? What did he do to her?”

Bellamy shakes his head, looking just as upset as the rest of you, tears streaming down his face too. “I don’t know. When I heard she was here, I came looking for her immediately. She was like this when I found her. Cadogan was already gone.”

“You said you’d keep her safe!”

Bellamy stutters a little, his voice thick with emotion. “I tried, Clarke, but I woke up in a hospital bed. I left as soon as I heard she was here, but it must have been hours after her arrival by that point.”

Clarke’s expression turns horrified as she takes in the weight of his words. He got to her as soon as he could to try to help her. But the reason it took him so long to reach her is because he was in a hospital bed. Put there by Clarke. You reach out for her, squeezing her shoulder to stop her train of thought. “Hey, hey, hey, this is not your fault. This is Cadogan’s fault.”

Bellamy whispers, “You couldn't have known.”

And though he doesn't outright say it, you know that his words are forgiveness. Bellamy offers his forgiveness to Clarke for shooting him, her anguish over Madi punishment enough. He offers her the olive branch, and it’s up to her to take it. Thankfully, she does, looking at Bellamy with genuine regret. “I shouldn't have shot you, Bellamy. I panicked, and didn't know what to do.”

“No, you were right to. I don't blame you for shooting me, it was part of a wake up call for me. La lune giving me back her ring, you shooting me, finding Madi like this, they all woke me up to the truth about Cadogan: he’s a monster. A psychopath obsessed with being worshipped, just like he was on Earth.”

And everything is simultaneously okay and not okay, because the confession is big, but none of you get the time to respond to it, because Octavia steps up beside Clarke, looking between all of you. “She can hear you. She knows you're here.”

Clarke nods and turns back towards Madi, trying to hide her tears as she smiles. “Hey, baby, I'm here. I'm right here.”

You lean down into Madi’s line of sight, doing the same to mask your hurt as you whisper, “Hey there, little sun. Ani’s here too.”

Clarke turns to face Levitt, who’s still standing off to the side. “Is it recoverable?”

“What? I-” The question catches him off guard, not sure if he should answer, but after a second, he solemnly shakes his head. “No. The areas of her brain responsible for voluntary movement have been destroyed. I'm sorry.”

The words make all of you start to cry harder, now faced with the reality that Cadogan has paralyzed Madi permanently in the pursuit of transcendence. It's enough to make you sick to your stomach. But that feeling only intensifies as Clarke glances off to the side, where her discarded pistol now lays, and after a moment of thought, she leans down to get it. You know exactly what she’s thinking because you know her better than she knows herself, and you shake your head, your voice soft and firm. “Clarke, no.”

She starts to cry harder, her hands shakily lifting the gun, determined to do what she thinks is right for Madi. But the sight breaks your heart, as Clarke can barely hold the gun steady, too overcome with emotion. Your twin that has bore it so the rest of you don't have to is breaking, and you know you need to be there for her. Which is why you drop Bellamy’s hand and reach out for the gun. “I’ll do it.”

She looks at you, expression heartbroken but hopeful, and you whisper, “I'm not letting you live with this.”

She nods a little, passing you the gun, which you take with now shaky hands. Clarke reaches out for Madi, putting a hand on either side of her face as she whispers, “I love you so much. Don't be scared, just listen to my voice, okay?”

And just like Bellamy was doing before all of you arrived, she starts to hum Clair de lune, ducking her head beside Madi’s so she can't see her tears. You lift the gun with a shaky hand, your own tears blurring your vision, aiming the pistol at her chest. But as you stare down at the blank expression of your little sun, you don't think you can do it, the burden too great for any of you to bear. You start to cry harder, a sob escaping from your chest, and Clarke looks over at you, nodding a little, letting you know that it’s okay, it’s time. 

But you can’t. You stare down at Madi’s face, reminded of the girl that couldn't speak English when you met her, who caught Clarke with a bear trap. The little girl you taught how to drive, how to fight. The girl who inspired an army to fight for Shallow Valley. You shake your head a little, unable to do it, your hand starting to lower again. But then Bellamy reaches out and closes his hand over your own. You look back at him, and he looks at you, tears falling down his face as he whispers, “Together.”

You nod, and the two of you turn to face Madi, lifting the gun to aim right over her heart. And as your finger lifts to the trigger, Bellamy’s finger poised over your own, ready to help you, you whisper, “I love you, little sun.”

But before the two of you can pull the trigger, Levitt suddenly calls out, “No, he got the code!”

You pause and you all turn towards him in shock, and he catches sight of the gun in your hand, suddenly apologetic. “Oh, God. Oh, I'm sorry.”

Octavia asks, “The test code? Are you sure?”

“Hologram mode.”

He enlarges the memory so you can all see, watching as Becca’s fingers press the symbols on the Anomaly Stone, the room glowing in white before the memory ends. Clarke shifts her gaze from the memory down to Madi, her heartbreak giving way to hard anger. “He got what he needed and left her here?”

The words hit all of you right in the chest. This man that is so determined to transcend, to prove that humans are worthy, paralyzed a child to do it, and then left her alone. Bellamy was right when he called Cadogan a monster, and you can feel Wanlida smiling as she steps into view. “We have to stop him.”

Octavia starts, “If one man represents the entire human race-”

Bellamy finishes, “It can't be him.”

Levitt nods, looking between all of you. “We can still stop him, but we have to go now.”

Everyone seems to silently agree, and you and Clarke turn back to Madi. Clarke puts her hand on Madi’s cheek, and you reach out to squeeze Madi’s hand. Clarke whispers, “I'll come back. I'll be back after we stop the test, and I promise I will not let him win.”

She presses a kiss to Madi’s forehead, and leans back so you can add, “We’re going to stop him, Madi, and we’re going to fix this. I promise. Bill Cadogan thinks he’s unstoppable, but he’s never met Wanheda and Wanlida.”

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[collecting-stories]

Birthday - c. 13 - Georgia

Summary: Just a whole lot of feelings.

A/N: Sorry I didn’t post when I said I was going to, thank you guys for your patience though! Also, if you haven’t seen it, there’s a link on my page to help raise money for a friend of mine to get bottom surgery, if you wouldn’t mind taking a look and considering donating or reblogging to get out the word. 

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“Not who I expected to see waiting outside the pharmacy for me but, I’ll take it.” Tara called out as she walked across the small parking lot to her car. Parked right next to her four-door was Daryl’s truck and he was standing there waiting, leaning against the tailgate.  

“I haven’t heard from her in a couple days, just wanted to be sure she’s alright.” Daryl replied.  

“You mean after you told her you didn’t want to date her?” Tara asked, crossing her arms over her chest.  

“Ain’t that simple.”  

Tara groaned, already exhausted with both of you. “It is that simple, she really likes you and come on, I know you like her. You fucking stopped at the drug store to talk to me because you’re concerned about her. That’s pretty solid proof that you like her too.”  

Daryl looked away, scuffing his foot on the ground and taking his pack of cigarettes out to smoke, he needed something distract himself.  

“Can I have one?” Tara asked, already holding out her hand for one of his cigarettes. Her sister would probably kill her if she knew but Tara smoked occasionally, more recreational than anything else. “She’s staying at my house in Woodbury. Her dad’s supposed to be home soon, think she’s just waiting it out away from her mom.”  

“He any better?” Daryl asked lighting his and then holding the lighter for her cigarette. You’d be bitching about the smell no doubt, or pretending it didn’t bother you.  

“Not really,” Tara shrugged, “he doesn’t hit her or anything but he’s pretty dependent on her mom. I mean, the guy’s been in and out of rehab for years now, he can barely hold a steady job. Last time he was in the hospital he was on suicide watch cause he’s so miserable. Why are you asking me all this anyway? Why not ask Maggie?”

“Some friends ya don’t tell everything to.” He replied. “Ya let me know how she’s doing?”  

“Go to the diner and make up and see her yourself.”

“I already told her, she’s got enough shit going on, don’t need me adding to it.” Daryl replied.  

“Before you go,” Tara stopped him as he started to walk around to the driver’s side of the truck. “Just tell me, do you like her? Would you date her?”

He nodded, slowly. Not like he was unsure, just like he was trying to censor his answer. He settled on “yeah” because anything else would have been too much to tell kid. He would date you, hell, he was pretty sure that he would marry you if he was given the chance. He’d never thought much about liking anyone before. Daryl had seen Merle with different women his whole life but he’d never really bothered appreciating any of his own. People just came and went and he figured that was exactly how life would always be. And now there was you and he wouldn’t mind setting up a future, he’d already laid one out in his head. A nice one, like all the upstanding people in King County, the ones who whispered about him, had. There’d be a house, or a farm like Hershel’s, and kids if you wanted them though he’d never thought of himself as needing to bring any children into the world. It’d be nice though and you’d both be happy.  

“Don’t tell her I stopped by?” Daryl asked.  

“I won’t.” Tara replied, “think about it though? Cause she was happy with you and she was standing up for herself and she never used to. I don’t want her to lose that.”  

Daryl shut the door on the truck and Tara backed away as he started the engine, reversing and then peeling out of the parking lot. She took another drag of the cigarette and dropped it on the ground, smashing it into the white line with her shoe.  

You were working at the diner that afternoon and when you saw Daryl’s truck pull into Dale’s Autobody across the street you considered taking a ten minute break just to go talk to him. If you could figure out what was going on between the two of you, or even just apologize for what you said in the grocery store. You would’ve killed for a time machine that night, imagining the possibility of rewinding yourself back to the moment before you told him, of being able to pretend you didn’t feel the way you were feeling.  

If you could’ve done it over again you wouldn’t have said anything. Kept quiet until, and you hoped there was a possibility, he liked you so much that he couldn’t possibly reject you. And yet, you knew it was pointless to think that way. Standing in the parking lot with him, you had known that the only thing you wanted in that moment was him.  

-

Maggie sat on the top rung of the wooden fence with you, lanterns set out to illuminate the make shift camp site that she and Tara had put together for your birthday.  Glenn had come once it was dark enough that no one from the house would realize that he was there. You were usually wired, especially considering the amount of alcohol that Glenn and Tara had both brought with them. You had half a bottle of wine left, holding the nose in your hand as you sat there with Maggie, silently staring ahead to the porch light that looked more like a lightening bug at this distance.

“Glenn’s been talking about college,” Maggie finally said. Tara and Glenn had both punched out early but you and Maggie couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Or maybe she was just sitting up with you to be nice. “It’ll be nice to get away from all this. Have you talked about it with your parents?”

“My mom says the college fund is,” you sliced your hand across the air, “gone. Guess it’s waiting tables for me.”

“Woodbury has a college, maybe you could go there?”

“It’s not Emory...” you replied. “I don’t know any more honestly. I just wanted to go to college cause I wanted to get out of here. Guess I still do.”  

You had thousands of dreams of college as a kid. Getting out of King County and never coming back. You could be one of those kids who moves to the city without leaving a forwarding address, who disappears from the average existence of small-town life. Breaking whatever mold, you had been born into. It always seemed like it would be you, Maggie had the farm and she complained about the church but you knew she loved it. But now she was talking about life outside of King County and it seemed insane to you that you would be the only one contemplating all the things in your life that you thought about changing. Maybe some of them could stay the same.  

“I told Daryl I liked him.” You said, “told him I was gonna be 18, we could date.”

“What’d he say?” Maggie asked, reaching for the wine bottle to take a sip.

“Same thing he’s been saying, that I shouldn’t ‘get dragged into his life’.”  

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.” Maggie sounded too hopeful for her own good. And why shouldn’t she? Even if she thought about leaving King County everything about her screamed small town. The high school sweetheart, the southern twang, the pastor’s daughter dichotomy. She hit all the marks.  

“Means he doesn’t want to.” You replied, taking the wine back.

“Well take it however you want but, maybe it’s a sign? You been getting too close to something dangerous. I love you and you know that but you were spending all your time with him, not going to church, not doing stuff with me or Glenn or going to youth group. Maybe it’s a good wake up call. Your mama wouldn’t want you tossing it all away for a boy. Especially not Daryl.” Maggie stated.  

You knew somewhere along the way you had given up trying to keep up appearances. You weren’t the sweet kid who had sat all through Thanksgiving and then snuck out at the end, something had changed and you had stopped caring if people knew who you were hanging out with. Deanna had only seen you because you’d gotten too reckless.  

“Guess so.” You said, hopping down off the fence. You had never told Maggie about your mom and you certainly couldn’t now. You weren’t even sure that she would believe you.  

“What?”  

“What?” You asked, eyes meeting hers in the dark.  

“You got that look, like you did before you dragged me to Dale’s.” Maggie said, watching the slow smile on your face as you bit your lip.  

“Just thinking.”

She was right though, and you knew it. Even as you climbed into the tent you were sharing with Tara, laying on your back as if you could see the stars through the vinyl, your head was swirling with any sort of idea you could grasp at. Maggie could say whatever about you and what you cared about but at the end of it you knew what you wanted. Her pep talk wasn’t going to deter you.  

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In the morning you stopped at Dale’s, church bells ringing as you got out of your jeep. You were supposed to be meeting your mom for service but you had pit stopped here. Axel was out front working on a car and he waved when he saw you. Daryl wasn’t overly forthcoming with information about his life so it didn’t surprise you that he would’ve neglected to tell anyone about the night at the grocery store.  

He was in the back, maybe just finished with something cause he was wiping his hands on a rag from the back pocket of his coveralls and you weren’t quite ready for the ache in your chest at the sight of him. Your heals on the concrete weren’t quiet and Daryl looked over when he heard them, jaw tensing.  

“What’re ya doing here?” He asked.  

“I thought about what you said.” You replied, a little less confident than you had felt when you stepped out of your car. “And I’ve come to a decision.”

“Am I supposed ta ask what that is?”  

“Yes.” You moved closer, he wasn’t running but he looked a little reminiscent of a caged animal.

“I got work.”  

“Wait, just hear me out,” you begged. He started to say something, no doubt telling you to leave, but you stopped him, forging ahead. “I know I told you that I liked you when we were at the grocery store but it’s more than that. I love you. And I think you love me too. I’ve been thinking about leaving King County and getting away from my mom for a long time and lately I been thinking I don’t care. There’s still some things I want, ya know, but I can get ‘em right here and mostly, I just want to spend time with you.”

There was a lot Daryl wanted to tell you, that you were right. He did love you. “Ya don’t know what yer saying.”

“I do.”

“No,” Daryl snapped. “Ya don’t! There ain’t a future here for ya. Yer wasting yer time and one day, you’ll wake up and yer gonna realize that’s all ya been doing, wasting time, and yer gonna want out. Save yerself the trouble and just go.”  

“I’m not wasting my time.” You insisted.  

“I got work.”  

“No, Daryl,” you grabbed his arm, stopping him from turning and leaving.  

“I told ya before, I’ll say it again, there ain’t nothing here for ya.” He replied, pulling away from you.  

“Fine then tell me I’m wrong.” You said, “tell me you don’t love me and I’ve just been imagining it.”

“I got work.” He repeated, brushing passed you.  

You knew what you should’ve been feeling. Depressed, angry, absolutely gutted. All of those fit the bill but you couldn’t make yourself feel any of those. As you climbed back in your jeep, pulling out of the parking lot, all you could feel was the smallest, fleeting, sense of hope. He hadn’t said that he didn’t love you. Nothing he said suggested that he didn’t feel the same way. You’d been thinking that he just didn’t like you back but it wasn’t that at all. He was just afraid.  

You knew how you felt. And now, you knew how he felt too.  

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[pretend-writer]

Down Below (Chapter 69)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, John Murphy x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: swearing, violence, hallucinations

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The sound of shuffling woke me up, realizing that the last thing I remember was having an argument with Bellamy. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a figure’s back towards me as they were digging through some stuff.

‘W-where are we?’ I mumbled, still trying to figure out why I was inside a building when we were in the woods earlier.

‘Y/N, you’re up.’ Echo turned around as she heard me, quickly kneeling next to me.

My thoughts automatically went to her and Bellamy, imagining the two of them kissing up in space; definitely not something I wanted to wake up to. Trying to get up, I felt aches everywhere in my body followed by a pounding in my head.

Hearing me wince, Echo spoke gently. ‘You’re in no shape to be moving around. The force field nearly killed you. Luckily, Jackson saved you just in time.

‘Yeah, lucky.’ I murmured, hopefully quiet enough that she didn’t hear me. That wasn’t the case as I knew she heard me. With a worried face, she looked at me.

‘I’m sorry Y/N.’ Echo blurted, biting her lip as she felt embarrassed. The tension I felt between us, I knew where she was going with this conversation. ‘He never mentioned about you. And the kiss... it just happened. I swear I didn’t know anything.’

As I sat up, I tried to avoid eye contact with her. I knew it wasn’t entirely her fault, she wouldn’t have known better. Echo was in a different clan before Praimfaya, It was not like Bellamy and I announced our relationship as if it was some big celebration.

Not that any of that mattered, really. After all, Bellamy was the one that committed to our relationship and broke the trust between us. Even with that logic in my head, I felt some type of way towards Echo.

‘I don’t care anymore.’ I lied, mostly to convince myself to forget and move on but it was hard when people constantly reminded me of Bellamy and the things he had done. Even seeing him every single day hurt me, of course it was hard to forget. ‘Just forget it okay?’

‘No, that’s not right and I want to apologize to you personally. I hope you kno-’

Loud shouting was heard from outside, Echo and I quickly turned to where the voice was coming from. As I got on my feet, Echo shook her head. ‘Y/N, you’re recovering and nearly died. You need to rest.’

Knowing that it was John screaming from outside, I knew I had to help him. ‘I’ll be fine.’

Leaving the room, I went outside to check what was going on. My jaw immediately dropped, looking around the beautiful castle and the amazing atmosphere that surrounded it.

‘Woah.’ A word escaped my mouth as I saw how empty the place was, despite how astonishing and new everything seemed. How was all of this nice things built here but there were no signs of people anywhere? Something didn’t add up.

My mind shifted when I heard John yelling again, forgetting as I was distracted from the beautiful environment. I rushed towards his voice, revealing him and Bellamy having a heated conversation.

‘It’s your fault Bellamy!’ John shoved Bellamy.

‘I wasn-’ Bellamy paused as he looked over at me. ‘Reyes... you’re-’

John turned around, instantly walking over to me as he hugged me tightly. ‘Y/N oh my.. I’m so glad you’re okay.’

‘What’s going on?’ I looked around as Clarke, Miller, Jackson, Shaw and Emori surrounded Bellamy and Murphy.

‘You two left for five minutes and the next thing I know, you’re lying on the ground unconscious right next to Bellamy.’ John said with petty.

‘For the billionth time, we didn’t know there was something guarding the place. Why would I want to hurt Reyes?’

John chuckled sarcastically, ‘Maybe because I’m with her and you’re jealous? You’re mad you fucked up your own relationship, getting pissed at me and Y/N. How stupid.’

Clarke stood between Bellamy and Murphy. ‘Guys, that’s enough. Y/N is okay, that’s all that matters. We should get back to figuring out what this place is.’

I bit my lip. ‘I don’t think it’s a right idea for us to scout the place. We should just be polite and wait for someone to get back.’

Miller nodded. ‘I agree. We have to try to make a good impression. If there really is someone living here, the last thing we need is war.’

‘Polite... how cute.’ Emori laughed, ‘Skafaiya wants to be polite for the new people. Am I the only one that finds this funny?’

‘Can we please just focus on figuring out a way to find these people that may possibly still live here?' Shaw rolled his eyes, I bet we argued more than McCreary and Diyoza.

‘Come on, Y/N. Let’s talk now that we’re face to face.’ Emori approached me, ‘What are you going to tell these people huh? That you’re worthy of their time and space?’

My body was aching from whatever happened to me in the woods and I honestly just wanted to rest. Now knowing that it was just John and Bellamy bickering at each other again, I didn’t feel the need to start an argument myself.

‘Do we really have to do this? I’m not in the mood right now.’

‘So now you don’t want to be a psycho killer? Interesting.’

I rolled my eyes, I’ve cried and begged for people to forgive my disgusting act and frankly I didn’t feel like doing that again; Especially for Emori.

‘Y/N. Are you scared? You’re scared huh?’ Emori then screamed, glaring as her eyes showed pure hatred. ‘Y/N!’

‘Emori, just stop.’

‘No, fuck you.’ She ran towards me with a knife that she gripped tightly on her hand, jumping onto me without hesitation.

I tried really hard to fight her off but with my sore body, it was unlikely. The knife lightly went through my skin, causing my shoulder to slowly bleed.

Miller and Murphy each grabbed Emori’s arms, pulling her off of me as she kicked and screamed.

Clarke kneeled next to me, checking on my shoulder. ‘You seem to have a fan club, Y/N.’

‘Uhm guys?’ Echo came out from the building with a children’s book on her hand. ‘I seriously think other people live here.’

Jackson suddenly screamed, running towards Bellamy with an angry expression on his face. Bellamy’s eyes widened, confused about what was happening. ‘Jackson?’

Panic flushed across Echo’s face as she saw the way Jackson and Emori was acting, she turned her head to gaze the sky. ‘Shit.’

‘What?’ Clarke asked.

‘The book... it’s happening.’ Echo flipped the page, tracing her finger under the sentences. ‘The Red Sun. It has some sort of power that can make people lose their minds.’

Bellamy grunted, holding onto Jackson as he tried to reach out for him. ‘How do we stop this?’

‘We can’t. We have to wait until The Red Sun is gone.’

‘There were some chains inside some buildings. We have to get moving, now!’ Clarke got up, helping me stand up on my feet as well.

Tugging and pulling on Emori and Jackson, we finally got both of them chained up against the wall. Jackson stared at Miller with sad eyes, ‘Please baby. Don’t do this.’

‘I’m sorry, I have no choice.’ Miller murmured back at his boyfriend, chaining himself on the opposite side of the room.

‘You sure you want to stay in here?’ Bellamy asked Miller.

‘Yeah, I feel safe knowing how he’s doing. I’ll watch Emori too, don’t worry.’

Bellamy nodded, leaving Miller, Emori and Jackson as he led me to a different room. Supposedly, Clarke prepared her, Bellamy and I into a different room as Echo, Murphy and Shaw shared another room to be chained up until The Red Sun disappeared.

‘How can you trust me to be in the same room with you?’ I asked Bellamy, who was leading me to the room.

‘We’ll be chained. I’m sure we will be okay.’

‘You saw how Emori grazed my shoulder with her knife right?'

Bellamy turned to me with a worried face. ‘Surely, you’ll be fine.’

‘It’s not me I’m worried about.’

His raised his eyebrows. ‘You’re worried about me?’

‘Do you realize what you did to me? Emori nearly stabbed me and I'm scared to find out what I may do to you.'

Bellamy blinked, not sure how he felt about my statement. He stood for a moment, thinking thoroughly about what can possibly happen if my chains somehow came off. Sure, he hurt me and nothing can express how much pain he left me in but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I harmed him somehow.

As I helped both Clarke and Bellamy put the chains on their wrist, I went to my corner to get mine on as well. Before I locked my chain, I heard a voice calling for me.

‘Y/N!’ John yelled my name, sounded as if he was in trouble.

‘Hey, hey. It’s okay. What’s wrong Y/N?’ Clarke tried to calm me down as she saw me reacting to Murphy’s voice but unfortunately it didn’t help me at all.

‘I should go check on him.’ Immediately without thinking, I left and started looking for John despite hearing Bellamy calling me to come back to the room.

Running around this unfamiliar place, I used only John’s voice to figure out which building he was chained up at. Going door to door, I finally found the room Murphy, Shaw and Echo was in.

‘Y/N? What are you doing here?’ John jogged towards me, still not chained up. ‘You need to get back to your post before The Red Sun starts to affect you.’

‘You called for me.’

‘No I didn’t.’ John’s jaw dropped, grabbing onto my arm as he led me back outside the door. ‘Oh my- Y/N, it’s starting. You need to go back now.’

I shook my head, ‘No, no. I know what I heard. For all I know, you can be saying this to mess with my head.’

‘Y/N, I promise you it’s really me this time. Now I need you to go back and chain yourself so you can be safe, okay?'

‘Stay here, you deserve to die after what you did.’ Marcus suddenly stood in front of me, he looked angry as ever. The look on his face terrified me, giving me flashbacks of the fright and guilt I felt down at the bunker.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, Marcus. You have to believe me.’ I whined as tears rolled down my face.

A light touch on my shoulder made me jump; It was John with a concerned look on his face. My thoughts were all over the place, not noticing why John was right here while I heard Marcus not too long ago.

‘It’s not real, Y/N. Listen to my voice.’ John spoke in a soft tone, trying to guide me back to reality. ‘Remember, Marcus is at the ship and he never came with us to the beach?’

His approach seemed to work because slowly, I’ve become aware of what was happening. Nodding in response, I kept repeating myself; The Red Sun, The Red Sun.

‘Yeah, The Red Sun.’ Murphy wrapped his arms around me, keeping me in a peaceful mindset which worked well.

‘Why isn’t it affecting you? This shit is so hard, I feel like I’m going insane.’

John laughed lightly, ‘I don’t know, I gues-’

‘Murphy!’ Bellamy stomped in front of us, shoving John off of me. ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’

‘Be-Bellamy, how did you get out?’ As I fought the voices in my head, I tried to stop Bellamy from attacking Murphy.

‘It’s just the Red Sun messing with your brain, you have to calm down Bellamy.’ John put his hand out, slowly backing away from him as he tried to reason with him.

He shook his head, chuckling devilishly as he stared at John. ‘What did you do to Y/N, huh? What do you have that I don’t?’

As I watched Bellamy and Murphy going back and forth, I saw Octavia and Marcus getting aggressive towards me; Calling me names and throwing bad words that I deserved to be said. It came to a point where I started believing that everything was real, perhaps Bellamy and John was the fake reality.

‘She was mine, you know? Reyes finally loved me and I-I fucked up.’ Bellamy sobbed, falling on his knees as he ran his fingers into the dirt. ‘Why, why am I so stupid?’

‘Let’s all head back into the building okay?’ John smiled at Bellamy, doing everything to convince him to listen to him. 'We can talk about this later.'

‘I’m a fuck up, I’m worthless and I’ve done everything wrong. Why am I like this?’ Bellamy clenching his hand, banging his fist onto the ground.

Murphy tried to pull him up, ‘You’re not a fuck up. You’re perfect Bellamy. Now let’s get up.’

‘No, no.’ He repeated over and over again, his cheeks getting wet from tears. Regret flushed across his face but I wasn’t completely sympathetic of his feelings as I was too busy fighting Octavia and Marcus in my head.

Bellamy got up as he pushed Murphy away, running towards the pond and sticking his head into the body of water. Seeing him in danger got me back into reality, I was still fighting in my mind but I knew I had to save Bellamy.

John rushed next to him, quickly pulling him out of the water. Bellamy coughed excessively, catching his breath as he shook his head.

‘Leave me to die, Murphy! Just leave me the fuck alone.’

‘Stop being so stubborn, now is really not the time.’ Murphy shoved Bellamy, soon the both of them going back and forth like brothers.

Bellamy then raised his fist, punching Murphy in his stomach. He groaned, cursing under his breath.

‘Alright. I know it's the Red Sun talking but you're getting on my last nerves.’ John said before he punched Bellamy in the face, leaving him unconscious.

My eyes widened as I rushed to the both of them. John rubbed his hand, hurting from punching Bellamy. ‘He’ll be okay. I’m sorry I had to punch him.’

I nodded, understanding why John did what he did. It was either watching Bellamy kill himself or potentially killing John, hurting him temporarily would’ve been better than waking up from this trance and seeing Bellamy drowning himself to death.

‘Y/N, you should go back to your post. I’ll watch Bellamy.’

‘What about you? What if suddenly you can’t control it anymore?’

‘I’ve been fighting demons all my life, The Red Sun is nothing.’ He chuckled lightly, making a joke out of himself. I knew that he wasn’t really kidding, feeling the pain through his statement.

I wanted to be here for John and I felt like I needed him as well. He helped me fight off the demons in my head that The Red Sun created, I didn't know if I can do it on my own or with Clarke sitting across from me for that matter.

'You'll be fine, Y/N.'

It was hard to try to walk away but I knew I had to. I slowly nodded, knowing that I had to go soon in case things got worse for me.

‘I’ll see you when this is all over John.’ I left him a kiss on his forehead as I left him and Bellamy by the pond.

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Electricity

Request: Yes / No 

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1766

Warnings: torture and that should be it

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

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I survived the end of the world a few times now. My parents however, have not. I was left alone with my younger sister Madi, but she ended up running off and I lost her. I hoped with my heart that she was safe, but I couldn’t find her. I kept life the same incase she came back. 

I was laying in bed one night getting some rest and that’s when the nightmares hit. I couldn’t breath. Something was around my neck being tightened and I was clawing at my neck begging for air. Then it changed to my fingernails being ripped off, something slicing my skin open, and then being beaten badly. These were my soulmate’s injuries. Well, just a few. My parents explained it to both Madi and I when it first happened. When I couldn’t breath. Madi was so scared since we were just playing and she was just a toddler. I thought I was going to die, but it only lasted a couple minutes. Then when my soulmate was obviously tortured and that scared Madi even more. Now the world is over again and I haven’t gotten any new injuries. I was worried that my soulmate had died in the end, but I would have gotten injuries right? I would have died too, right? Doesn’t matter, I have Madi to worry about. I was out hunting when I heard something. I looked up in the sky and my eyes widened. A ship was coming down and landing in my village. No. No! I quickly went to the edge and watched them land. A lot of people walked out, more than I could handle. Then someone shot and killed some of these invaders. I looked to where the shot came from and my eyes widened. Madi was there with another woman. She looked to be around my age, maybe younger, hard to tell. The invaders started after them and I ran to follow them. I had to protect Madi. I watched as the woman placed Madi in a hole and covered her with leaves so they wouldn’t see her. The woman was hurt, she was shot. She ran, leaving Madi in the hole. I waited for the invaders to run after her and ran to Madi. 

“Madi!” I whispered as I moved the leaves and twigs. 

“Y/N? You’re okay!” She whispered back. 

“We need to go. Now.” I whispered and tried to pull her out. 

“No! They’ll kill us!” She whispered. 

“No, trust me. We know this land better than they do.” I said and we ran. 

“Follow me.” She said and led me her way. 

“Where are we going Madi?” I asked. 

“We have traps, follow me.” She said. They were running after us and I followed Madi. I stepped exactly where she stepped and noticed that there were traps, smart girl. Suddenly they stopped following us and we were safe. 

“Start explaining Madi.” I said and she sighed. 

“I got lost and couldn’t find my way back. Then Clarke found me. She’s kept me safe and she’s really nice. I’m sorry Y/N. I never meant to leave you alone.” She said with a few tears in her eyes. 

“It’s alright Madi. I’m just so happy you’re safe.” I said pulling her close to me. Night had fallen now and we saw yet another ship come down. 

“More intruders.” I whispered and grabbed my sword and spear. 

“Stay here.” I said. 

“No, I’m coming with you.” She said. 

“Madi, you’re staying here.” I said and she shook her head. 

“Please, let me come. I can help.” She said and I shook my head. 

“I’m not letting you get hurt!” I said. 

“I won’t, I’ll do everything you say I promise.” She said and I sighed. 

“Fine, but you stay close to me.” I said and she picked up a gun.  

“Clarke taught me.” She said and I nodded. I pushed her behind me and we made our way to the ship. We saw the people that took our village holding guns at the people that came down. So they’re not the same people. One of the men went to shoot four of the people, but I quickly took my spear and threw it at one of the guys, hitting him in the neck. Madi held her gun up and shot the others. 

“Madi!” I growled and grabbed her. 

“I told you to stay close!” I said, but she was looking past me. 

“Bellamy?” She asked and I looked back to see her staring at the guy in front. 

“Clarke knew you would come.” She said and pushed past me, walking closer to them. 

“Clarke’s alive?” He asked. 

“She’s in trouble. We have to go.” Madi said. 

“What about the others in the bunker?” The other guy asked. 

“Still there.” Madi answered and I was so lost. 

“What? No, no. how can that be?” Bellamy asked. 

“I’ll explain on the way.” She said and grabbed Bellamy. 

“Madi!” I growled and she stopped, looking at me. 

“Y/N, we need to go. Clarke needs-”

“I don’t give a damn what Clarke needs. You are going to explain who these people are, before I kill them.” I said holding my sword up, ready to fight. 

“They’re Clarke’s people, please Y/N we need to save her.” She begged and I narrowed my eyes. 

“They are her people. Not ours.” I said. 

“She saved me Y/N, please.” She begged and I stared at my sister. 

“Fine.” I said and pulled my sister away from Bellamy. 

“You stay near me this time.” I said and she nodded. She led me and the rest of the people to a truck. She was driving back to our village and Bellamy got out. 

“You heard what he said. We need to go.” I said and Madie drove off. 

“Explain now.” I said once we were safe. Madi explained everything that Clarke told her. 

“Oh, that’s all.” I said rolling my eyes. 

A day had passed and we were all hiding now. Madi was talking to Clarke’s people. She was very interested in what they had to say, she knew a lot about them. As night fell I started getting bruises on my face while we were watching the village.

“Y/N!” Madi whispered when I groaned in pain. 

“I’m fine.” I said. 

“But-” 

“Madi, I said I’m fine.” I said and she nodded, but still had worry swimming in her eyes. Someone ran out and the girl I learned was named Echo grabbed him and covered his mouth. 

“Don’t make any more noise.” She said and let him go. 

“Oh thank God. Raven knew you guys would be watching the camp. We gotta go. Now.” He said. Echo whistled and everyone walked out. 

“Where’s Raven?” Emori asked. 

“She’s still there.” He answered. 

“You left her? Why am I not surprised?” Emori said. 

“She made a deal to get me out. Listen-”

“Shock collar?” Monty asked and went to touch it. 

“Trust me. I wouldn’t do that.” He said and grabbed his arm. 

“What about Abby and Kane? We saw them being led off the ship? Harper asked. 

“You did?” He asked confused. 

“That means Bellamy got the bunker open. Did he not come back?” Echo asked. 

“What about Clarke?” Madi asked, stepping forward. 

“Madi.” I hissed and moved behind her. 

“Who’s the Hobbit and chick? You know what? Never mind. We just gotta get a warning to Bellamy before they fire their missiles.” He said. 

“Missiles?” Monty asked, shocked. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted these people… 

“Yeah, as in fiery death from above. Raven said that we need to get into radio range. Where’s the rover?” He asked. 

“Bear cave. I’ll drive.” Madi said and stared off. 

“Don’t worry. The bears are gone.” She said and I sighed. 

“Damit Madi.” I said and we followed her. We got in the car and the new guy who Madi told me was John Murphy was trying to reach Bellamy on the radio. 

“What?” John asked when Madi kept looking at him. 

“Thought you’d be funnier.” She said. 

“Clarke told her stories.” Monty said. 

“Oh really? Was I the dashing hero who got the girl?” He asked. 

“Or the selsigh fool who lost her?” Emori asked. Suppose they’re soulmates, or their soulmates are dead and they just got together. 

“Octavia’s my favorite. I mean, no offense. Clarke said she wouldn’t have made it without each one of you.” Madi said and I rolled my eyes. 

“We wouldn’t have made it without her.” Echo said. 

“Not even close.” Harper agreed. 

“You shouldn’t have known about any of this if you just-” I cut myself off with a scream. Pain seared my neck and I didn’t even notice that John was having the same problem. 

“Y/N!” Madi shouted and grabbed my hand. 

“I-I’m alright.” I said breathing heavily. 

“Oh my God. You two are soulmates!” Madi said with wide eyes. 

“We have to stop those missiles.” Echo said when I tuned back into their conversation. John opened the door, ready to get out. 

“What are you doing?” Monty asked. 

“What I have to do, okay? Echo’s right. Just leave me behind.” John answered. 

“No way. If it has a tether, it’ll have a tracker too. They’re probably on their way right now.” Monty said. 

“That means you gotta go.” He said and got out of the car. 

“Go. Before our friends explode.” He said. 

“I’ll stay.” I said. 

“Y/N no!” Madi said. 

“Listen to me Madi. If I go with you you’ll see horrible things happen to me again. Do you remember when you saw I couldn’t breath or the torture I went through?” I asked and she nodded with tears pricking her eyes. 

“I’m not putting you through that fear again. You stay with them and as soon as you see Clarke you stick to her, promise me.” I said and she nodded. 

“I promise.” She said and I kissed her head. 

“We’ll see each other again.” I whispered and got out. Emori followed me out too. 

“I can help.” She whispered and I nodded. John looked over and saw us. 

“Come on.” Emori sighed. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked me. 

“Turns out you’re my soulmate and I’m not putting Madi through seeing me be hurt because of you again.” I said with a small smirk. 

“Soulmate huh?” He said with a smirk. 

“Unless you enjoy hurting me, I suggest we go.” I said and hurried after Emori. 

“Whatever you say.” He said following behind me. 

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