#Skikru

[maddie0101]

𖠰 weathering the storm

𖠰 paring: bellamy blake x fem!reader

𖠰 summary: sent on a rescue mission, bellamy and the reader are stranded and when acid rain hits, it forces them into the rover. as the storm rages outside, another brews between them. one they can’t outrun, no matter how hard they try.

𖠰 warnings: smut!! (mdni), set in s4, sexual tension, best friends to lovers, y/n Kane, teasing, p in v, fingering, idiots in love, rover sex, acid rain, dirty talk, bell’s been a simp for the reader since day 1, wrap it b4 you tap it bc they don’t.

𖠰 word count: 5k

The rover rumbled over the uneven terrain, bouncing with every dip in the road. The forest stretched endlessly on either side, thick with towering trees that blocked most of the sunlight. What little light broke through flickered across the dashboard, painting shifting patterns across the cracked leather. The air was dense with the scent of damp earth and pine, and despite the tension of being on patrol, there was something almost peaceful about the steady hum of the engine and the rhythmic movement of the vehicle.

At least, it would have been peaceful—if not for Bellamy. “You ever gonna take your feet off my dash, or is this just how it’s gonna be now?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance at you.

You smirked, not even bothering to move your boot from where it was comfortably propped up. “I dunno. I kinda like it here.”

Bellamy huffed a laugh. “Of course you do. Just like you like ignoring the actual purpose of patrol and letting me do all the work.”

“I’m scanning the trees, aren’t I?” You gestured toward the dense forest outside. “I don’t see you keeping an eye out for grounders or rogue scavengers.”

“I’m driving,” he pointed out.

You hummed. “So, I guess that means I should be the one making sure we don’t run into anything.”

Bellamy snorted. “If we get ambushed, you’re the first one I’m throwing out as bait.”

You placed a dramatic hand over your chest. “Wow. That’s so touching. And here I thought we were best friends.”

Bellamy smirked, shaking his head. “Best friends who get each other killed, apparently.”

You chuckled, settling deeper into your seat. Moments like these weren’t uncommon between you and Bellamy. Ever since the drop ship had landed on Earth, you’d gone from barely tolerating each other to being inseparable. At first, you’d clashed. His reckless leadership, your stubborn defiance, both of you constantly butting heads. But somewhere along the way, arguments had turned into mutual respect. Respect had turned into friendship. And now…

Now, you weren’t entirely sure what it was.

Because there were moments like now—where his smirks lingered just a second too long, where his teasing carried an edge of something softer. Moments where his presence felt too comfortable, too familiar. Moments where you had to remind yourself that he was your best friend, nothing more.

Even if sometimes, it felt like he could be. But before you could dwell on it, static crackled through the radio.

Bellamy sighed, reaching for the receiver. “Go ahead.”

“This is Kane,” your father’s voice came through, sharp and clear. “We need you two to divert from your patrol.”

You straightened, instantly on alert.

Bellamy exchanged a glance with you before responding, “What’s going on?”

“One of the kids from the hundred, Talia—went out on a supply run this morning. She hasn’t reported back.”

Your stomach tightened. Talia. She was one of the original delinquents. The ones who had landed with you, Bellamy, and Clarke. The ones you had sworn to protect.

Bellamy sat up a little straighter, all humor from before fading. “How long has she been missing?”

“Long enough,” Kane said. “Her last radio check-in was hours ago. We need you to find her before nightfall.”

You didn’t hesitate. “We’re on it.”

The radio cut out and Bellamy was already turning the rover around. His grip on the wheel was tight, his expression set in stone. You could see it—the weight settling over him, the same way it always did when it came to your people.

“We’ll find her,” you said, quieter now.

Bellamy nodded once, jaw clenched. “Yeah. We have to.”

The journey toward Talia’s last known location wasn’t easy. The roads were rough, the ground still damp from the last storm. The rover jolted with every deep groove in the earth, and navigating the terrain was like playing a dangerous game of chance. You had just started to think you might actually make it without issue when the wheels suddenly spun out.

The rover lurched forward before sinking deep into the mud with a sickening squelch. The engine growled as Bellamy tried to gun the throttle, but the tires only spun, flinging wet earth into the air.

“Shit,” Bellamy muttered, gripping the wheel tighter. He tried again. Nothing.

You exhaled, already unbuckling your seatbelt. “Tell me we’re not stuck.”

Bellamy muttered another curse before shutting off the engine. “We’re stuck.”

You pushed open the door, immediately sinking up to your ankles in the mud. “Great.”

Bellamy got out of the rover, boots squelching in the thick sludge and came over to your side. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the tires. The rover was buried deep, way too deep to just drive out of.

“We’re gonna have to dig it out,” you said.

Bellamy let out a sharp breath. “Yeah. Because that’s totally gonna work.”

You shot him a look. “You got a better idea?”

He hesitated, rubbing his forehead. He was stressed, and you could tell. His shoulders were tense and his jaw was set. You knew that look. He was already thinking about how they were wasting time. How every second spent here was a second Talia could be in danger.

“Hey,” you said, softer now. “We’ll get it out.”

Bellamy exhaled, nodding. “I know. Just—let’s hurry.”

You grabbed a branch, hoping to use it as a makeshift shovel, and started working at the mud around the tires. Bellamy did the same, his hands digging into the thick, wet earth.

But then the first drop fell. It landed on the back of your hand and a sharp, burning pain followed immediately. You hissed at the pain but before you could react, Bellamy hissed from beside you.

You quickly lifted your gaze up to the sky, but as you did it seemed like the sky opened up. Within seconds that one tiny drop of rain turned into thousands, all sending sharp burning sensations wherever the rain hit your body. The pain was instant and agonizing. You'd never felt something like this before.

“Acid rain—” Bellamy’s voice barely cut through the the storm.You barely sucked in a breath before Bellamy grabbed your wrist, yanking you toward the rover. “Go! Go!” His voice was sharp, urgent, but the pain was worse. Your clothes were already smoking, the rain eating through the fabric like it was nothing. The rover was just a few feet away, but every step was agony. Your boots sunk into the mud, legs straining as the downpour pummeled your body. Bellamy reached the door first, swinging it open before practically shoving you inside.

You barely got into the back before he was scrambling in after you, slamming the door shut behind him. For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing, the storm raging outside. But the burning was agonizing.

“Shit.” Bellamy’s voice was tight, hoarse, his hands already yanking at his soaked jacket. “Get it off—now!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your jacket hit the floor in an instant, but it wasn’t enough. The acid had already soaked through, searing into your skin. Your hands trembled as you fumbled with your shirt, trying to tear it off as quickly as possible.

Across from you, Bellamy was doing the same—his fingers clawing at his shirt, desperate to rid himself of the burning fabric. His skin was red, raw, and he winced as he ripped the material over his head.

You weren’t fast enough. Your shirt was sticking to your skin, the acid making it cling. You hissed in pain as you struggled to pull it over your head, heart pounding.

Bellamy barely hesitated. “Here.” His hands were suddenly there, fingers brushing yours, helping tug the fabric over your arms. The second it was off, you sucked in a sharp breath, blinking through the sting.

But it wasn’t enough. The pain was still crawling across your body, and your pants—

“Off—get them off,” Bellamy ordered, already working at his own belt.

You weren’t thinking, just moving. Doing anything possible to get the burning sensation to go away. Your fingers fumbled at the button of your pants, struggling with the wet fabric, legs shaking as you pushed them down. Your boots were still on, but you barely registered the difficulty as you kicked them off, peeling away the last of the soaked material.

Bellamy was just as frantic, shoving his jeans down, breath coming in sharp, pained bursts. His skin was littered with burns, deep red patches where the acid had already started eating through.

The air inside the rover was thick and hot despite the chill outside. You were both half-undressed, bare skin stinging, breaths coming too fast.

Water. Your hands scrambled for your canteen, popping the cap off with shaking fingers before tilting it over your arms, letting the water wash over your burns. You barely registered the way Bellamy did the same, tipping his flask over his chest, water dripping down his skin, mixing with the remnants of acid.

For a long moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing and the storm howling outside.

Bellamy exhaled sharply, leaning back against the seat, chest still rising and falling rapidly. He ran a hand through his soaked curls, muttering something under his breath before finally glancing at you. His eyes trace the curve of your jaw, the way a stray lock of hair clings to your damp skin and he swallows hard, his gaze traveling lower to your chest. Shaking out of whatever trance he's in, he quickly looks away with his jaw set tight.

“Well,” he rasped, voice rough. “That was fun.”

You huffed a breathless laugh, weak but there. “Yeah. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Bellamy let out something between a chuckle and a groan, rubbing a hand down his face. He shifted slightly, and you caught the way his muscles tensed—probably still feeling the sting of the burns. You weren’t much better. Still feeling the uncomfortable tingles shooting through your body.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Just sat there, bodies humming with adrenaline, skin still damp from rain and water. The tension was thick but not just from what had happened, but from the way you had just stripped in front of each other, so frantic for relief that nothing else had mattered.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as your eyes flickered to Bellamy, still catching his breath across from you. His skin was still damp water clinging to him that traced the defined lines of his abs. For a second you just watched the way his chest rose and fell but noticed the burns that stood out on his tanned skin.

It wasn't until your gaze trailed back up that you realized he was watching you. Dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. Heat instantly crept up your neck, and you ripped your gaze away, praying he couldn't see the way your cheeks tinted pink.

You exhaled slowly, pressing your back against the cold metal of the rover, your damp skin still tingling from the burns. The air inside was thick and humid from the steam rising off your bodies, the leftover sting of the acid rain making every breath feel weighted.

Across from you, Bellamy shifted, leaning forward to grab the radio. His shoulders were tense, jaw set as he twisted the dial, static crackling through the speaker. His fingers tightened around the radio before he tried again. “Arkadia, do you read me?”

The only response was more static. Bellamy sighed through his nose, setting the radio down with a little too much force. “Perfect.”

“Nothing?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

Bellamy shook his head, scrubbing a hand through his damp curls before leaning back against his seat. “Signal’s dead. Either the storm’s messing with it, or we’re too far out.”

You glanced out the window. The rain still came down in thick sheets, obscuring the trees beyond the windshield. You couldn’t see much, but you knew that you weren't getting out of there anytime soon.

“So, we’re stuck.”

Bellamy’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Yeah.”

You exhaled, tilting your head back against the seat. “Great. Love that for us.”

“You did say you wanted to get out of Arkadia.”

Your head snapped toward him, brow lifting. “Oh, really? That’s the angle you’re taking?”

Bellamy smirked, but it was faint, exhaustion weighing down his features. “Hey, I’m just saying—you got your wish.”

“Right. Because sitting in a half-broken rover, practically naked, covered in burns is exactly what I had in mind.”

“Could be worse.”

“Oh?” You shot him a look. “Enlighten me.”

Bellamy shrugged. “Could’ve been a grounder attack.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fantastic. I’ll be sure to count my blessings.”

Despite everything, Bellamy chuckled—a quiet, tired sound that sent a strange warmth through your chest.

Silence settled between you again, heavier this time. Neither of you mentioned the fact that you were still sitting there, half-undressed, bare skin marked with fresh burns. The only warmth in the rover was the heat radiating off your own bodies, but that didn’t help much when the damp air still clung to you.

You rubbed at your arms, trying to chase away the chill creeping over your skin. The acid rain had burned, but now that the immediate pain was dulling, the cold was seeping in fast.

But Bellamy noticed. “Come here.”

Your breath caught slightly at the sudden shift in his tone, still rough, still Bellamy, but softer.

You hesitated, but only for a second before you sighed, pushing off your seat and scooting closer. Bellamy met you halfway, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in. His skin was still warm, muscles tense beneath the burns, but the heat was comforting.

You exhaled, letting yourself lean against him, your cheek resting against his shoulder. “This is the worst patrol ever.”

Bellamy huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Definitely not my favorite.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to look at him. A small smirk tugged at your lips before a quiet sigh escaped you. “How long do you think the rain will last?”

His fingers traced absent patterns against your arm, his voice lower when he answered. “No way to know. Could be hours.”

You groaned. “Fantastic.”

Bellamy didn’t respond right away. His hand stilled against your skin, his thumb brushing over one of the raw patches left by the rain. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, not from pain, but from something else entirely. Something you really didn’t want to name.

Your eyes flickered to his, only to find that Bellamy was already watching you, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the rover.

The space between you had already been small, but now it felt thicker, charged with something you had spent too long ignoring. His gaze dropped, just for a second to your lips, before flicking back up.

You swallowed.

Bellamy’s fingers twitched against your skin, like he wanted to move, to do something, to close the already small space between you. But as the storm raged on outside, the relentless drumming of the acid rain against the rover’s roof the only sound filling the silence between you. Everything still burned, the raw patches of skin tingling from where the acid had touched.

You exhaled, shifting slightly beside him. “You okay?”

Bellamy let out a breath, glancing down at you. “Yeah. You?”

You nodded. “Still breathing.”

A small smirk tugged at his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He leaned his head back against the rover, staring at the ceiling. “I can’t believe we’re here,” he muttered after a moment.

You turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Just… all of this. You and me. Trapped in a damn rover, half-naked, cuddling, soaked, waiting for acid rain to stop falling from the sky.” He glanced at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. “It’s a hell of a long way from where we started.”

You softened, understanding settling over you. “Yeah,” you murmured. “It is.”

Bellamy huffed. “I mean, we hated each other when we landed.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “I wouldn’t say hated.”

He gave you a pointed look. “Oh, come on. You couldn’t stand me.”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Yeah, well. You were an arrogant ass.”

His mouth twitched, but he nodded. “Fair. But you weren’t exactly easy to deal with either.”

You raised a brow. “You mean when I was trying to keep everyone alive while you were busy playing King of the Delinquents?”

Bellamy groaned. “Okay, fine, I made some bad calls.”

You nudged him with your knee. “Some?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Alright, a lot.” He shook his head, eyes flickering back to yours. “But then… I don’t know. Somewhere along the way, we figured it out. Became friends.”

“Best friends,” you corrected softly.

Bellamy’s gaze lingered on you, something warm settling in his expression. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Best friends.”

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was full of something else—something you both felt but never said. You swallowed, glancing down at your hands. “Crazy how things change, huh?”

Bellamy tilted his head, studying you. “Yeah.” His voice was quieter now, more careful. “Crazy.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The rain outside continued to fall, trapping you here in this moment—one you weren’t sure you were ready to leave. A sudden shiver ran down your spine before you could stop it. The cold air inside the rover clung to your damp skin, making you tense. Before you could even think about shifting closer to Bellamy, he beat you to it. His arm tightened around you, pulling you flush against him. His warmth wrapped around you instantly, his bare skin pressed firmly against yours. You let out a small breath, tilting your head slightly against his shoulder as he murmured, “You’re freezing.”

You almost laughed at that. “Kinda hard not to be.”

Bellamy huffed, his chest rising against yours. “Come here,” he said, his voice softer now, rougher somehow, like the way he spoke when he was trying not to feel too much. You didn’t fight it, didn't even hesitate. You let yourself sink into him, your fingers lightly resting against his ribs as you exhaled.

But when you finally looked up at him, everything changed. His dark gaze was already on you, and for a second, neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. Bellamy’s grip on you tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to ground himself. His expression shifted, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. His brows drew together just slightly, like he was trying to figure something out but then his gaze dropped.

To your lips. It was quick. Barely a second, but you saw it.

His breath hitched, his jaw tensing as his eyes flickered back up to yours. Then down again and then back. You couldn’t think. Hell you could barely even breathe. He looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Like he was memorizing every inch of your face, every part of this moment, because somehow, deep down, he knew he’d never be able to forget it.

Bellamy swallowed hard, his grip on you unmoving, his body still frozen, except for his fingers. They twitched against your side, like he wanted to move, to do something, to close the already small space between you. You felt it, the hesitation, the war waging in his mind. You should’ve pulled away. Should’ve cracked a joke, did something to break the tension, but you didn’t. You just watched him.

His breaths were shallow, slower now, his gaze fixed on yours in a way that made your stomach clench. The storm outside was deafening, rain pounding against the metal of the rover, but inside, everything felt still—like time had narrowed down to just this. Just him.

Your heart slammed against your ribs when Bellamy’s hand finally moved, sliding down from your arm to settle at your waist. His touch was barely there, like he wasn’t sure if you’d let him. You didn’t stop him. His fingertips pressed lightly into your skin, an unspoken question hanging in the space between you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, could see the way his jaw tensed, like he was trying to talk himself out of whatever was about to happen.

And you? You were done pretending. Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you lifted a hand, fingers ghosting along his forearm before trailing up over his shoulder. Bellamy inhaled sharply, and for the first time in a long time, you saw something in his eyes that wasn’t guarded.

He wanted this. Wanted you.

“Bell—”

He moved before you could say anything else. His forehead brushed against yours, the tip of his nose barely grazing yours as his breath fanned across your lips. Your skin still ached from the acid burns, but none of it mattered. Not when his hand tightened slightly at your waist. Not when you felt the weight of his body leaning closer, like he couldn’t help himself.

“Tell me to stop,” Bellamy murmured, voice low, rough.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers curling around the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to.”

And that was all it took, Bellamy closed the distance, his lips pressing against yours in a way that stole every thought from your mind. There was no hesitation anymore, no second-guessing—just heat.

His hand at your waist pulled you closer, his fingers sliding over your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Your free hand tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and the quiet sound he made against your lips sent a shiver down your spine.

The kiss deepened, slow and desperate all at once. Like neither of you could believe this was happening, but neither of you wanted it to stop. The storm raged on outside, but inside, all you could hear was the sound of your breaths mingling, the quiet, needy gasps escaping between kisses.

Bellamy pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead still pressed to yours. His eyes were darker now, filled with something intense, something he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he admitted, his voice almost shaky.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, and for a split second, you could only stare at him, wide-eyed, breathless. But before you could even think of a response, his lips were back on yours—this time hungrier, more desperate.

A small gasp escaped you, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Bellamy’s hands slid up your sides, fingers splayed against your bare skin, warm and grounding. His grip tightened, like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed to make sure this was real.

You melted into him, your hands pressing against his chest before trailing up, curling around the back of his neck. He groaned softly against your lips, his body pressing closer, heat rolling off him despite the chill in the rover. And neither of you stopped, you couldn’t.

Bellamy’s hands tightened around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin like he couldn’t bear to let you go. You felt his heartbeat hammering against your palm where it rested on his chest, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

A soft whimper slipped from you as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, and that was it. That was all it took. Before you knew it, you were shifting, moving without thinking, your knees pressing into cold metal as you climbed onto his lap. Bellamy barely had time to react before you were straddling him, your legs bracketing his hips, your chest pressed against his.

His breath hitched, but then his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you closer—like you weren’t already impossibly close. Like he still needed more.

“Shit,” he breathed against your lips, voice rough, almost wrecked. His hands slid up your sides, over the bare expanse of your back, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You shivered, but not from the cold.

Bellamy kissed you like he was starved for it, like this was something he’d been craving for so long that now that he had it, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop.

You tangled your fingers in his damp curls, tugging him closer, and he groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips tighter. The air between you grew thick, charged with something you’d both been holding back for far too long. A groan of satisfaction rumbles through his chest as you let out a small moan, having felt him hard beneath you.

His large hands glide up and gently cup your face, keeping you close as you start to gently rock your hips down onto his, testing the waters. A loud groan escapes Bellamy's lips as the friction was something he'd been needing. The next time you rolled your hips down, he quickly met you, thrusting his own hips up.

"That's it, fuck." Bellamy panted, the air inside the rover quickly turning into hot and thick. "Been dreaming about you since we first landed."

His words only filled the heat pooling in your core but before you could muster up enough strength to say anything else, you let out a yelp as your back hit the cold metal of the rover.

Bellamy's mouth was back on yours and he kiss you like he'd been starved. You sigh into the kiss as his hands trail down your body, mapping every inch of skin his fingers touch. As Bellamy plants messy kisses from your mouth, trailing down to your jaw, he finally lands at the soft skin of your neck. You let out a small moan as he sucks on the area he found the most sensitive, having found it surprisingly fast.

"Bell-" You try to tell him what you need but stop short as his hand cups your heat.

"So fucking wet for me already?" Bellamy's rasped, his breath sending a shiver down your spine as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"Please, Bell-" you started to beg but let out a moan as Bellamy slipped his fingers past your soaked panties and slipped a finger inside you. The gasp that left your lips was quickly covered up by Bellamy's mouth attaching yours. And as if one finger wasn't enough he slipped the second in right after, both fingers worked in and out of your heat, causing sparks to shoot through your body. Your brows scrunched as you could feel the coil in your stomach heating up, waiting and begging to be released.

"God, you're so much tighter than I imagined." Bellamy breathed, "So perfect."

Your head lolled to the side as Bellamy attacked your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the sensitive areas.

"Come for me, baby." His gruff voice caused you to shiver, quickly rocking your hips down onto his hands for more friction. "Such a mess for me already. Can't wait to have you come around my cock."

His words sent you over the edge. A loud moan rips through the rover as he continues to help you ride out your high. You barely even caught your breath before the tip of his length was teasing you, causing a whimper to escape from your lips.

"Bell quit teasing, I need you inside me." You whined, causing a smirk to appear on Bellamy's lips.

"God, I love it when you beg." Bellamy admitted but didn't geive you enough time to make a sarcastic comment before he slowly thrust himself inside of you. You instantly let out a loan moan when he bottomed out. The feeling of him inside you was euphoric and his large hands gripped the sides of your thighs. You met him each time he thrusted into you, wanting nothing more than the delicious feeling to never end.

"I've wanted you for so long." Bellamy admitted, "ever since your sexy, sarcastic, and bossy self threatened my plans."

"Me too." You admitted, having remembered the first day on the ground when you and Bellamy stood toe to toe, exchanging insults and threats. The two of you absolutely despised each other.

Bellamy was trying to save him own ass at the time and you were trying to help Clarke keep the rest of the 100 alive. It didn't help that you were also Marcus Kane's daughter. "One of the privileged." As Bellamy put it. But quickly the two of you found common ground, setting aside your differences. Clarke was furious with you at first for trusting Bellamy but she too eventually realized that he wasn't a bad guy.

Bellamy let out some low growl, his pace picking up. "Such a good girl. Taking me so well. This pussy was made for me."

The words only spurred you on, grinding down on him as you started to moan his name over and over again in his ear. "I'm so close, Bell" You admitted, that familiar coil tightening in the base of your stomach.

"Come with me." Bellamy's hips met yours in a more sloppy, erratic pattern and you knew he was close too.

You moaned his name over and over again like a prayer as the coil finally snapped. Your walls clenched around Bellamy's dick as you came, causing his own orgasm to follow.

As the two of you finally came down from your highs, your breathing erratic as you tried to catch your breaths, Bellamy's forehead rested ontop of yours. As he finally caught his breath, he looked down at you. A soft smile spread across his lips and his eye lids stayed hooded. He felt drunk.

"I love you." Bellamy admitted, causing your breath to hitch.

Your eyes trailed over his face, watching as he kept his soft gaze on your swollen lips. Your eyes danced around his face memorizing each freckle littering his skin. "I love you too, Bell."

author’s note:

Yes, I am very aware of the fact that bell and the reader fucked instead of helping poor Talia out. For their sake let’s just say they ended up getting out and rescuing her, LMFAO.

Anyways, this was my very first Bellamy fic! Ahh! I’m so excited to post this! Bell was my very first tv/celeb crush and it’s kind of sentimental for me. He’s the reason I got into reading fanfics and now I’m writing them. CRAZY.

If you guys would like more Bellamy fics let me know! I’m excited to write for him!

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[klarieona]

My little sister

Lincoln kom trikru x sister!reader and Octavia kom skikru x Lincolns!sister!reader(Platonic)

Summary: Lincoln introduced his little sister to Octavia, Lots of fluff

warning: none

“Octavia I want you too meet someone” Lincoln said as Octavia entered the cave “who” Octavia asked “you can come out” Lincoln said as he made hand gestures to the wall to come here, after he said that a little girl came out of the shadows. “Lincoln who is this” Octavia asked shocked and confused “my little sister Y/n kom trikru, she been dying to meet you” Lincoln said putting his hand on her shoulder

“Your sister” Octavia said happy “hello I Y/n” she said, with broken English “she’s still learning your language she can understand like a native speaker but can’t speak it well” Lincoln said to help Octavia understand why she couldn’t speak “well I can’t speak your language maybe we can help each other out” Octavia said coming down to my height I mean I was only 4 ft 3 so I was short “thank you” I said with a big smile “your welcome” Octavia said with a giant smile “wel welcome” I said unsure at first “good job, do you think you can help me with intruding myself” Octavia asked “Yu laik Octavia kom skikru en ai mean no harm(you are Octavia kom skikru and I mean no harm)” I said with a giant smile “mochof(thank you)” ocatavia said pretending to take off a hat “Welcome” I said comping the Motion she did before. After almost a hour of me and Octavia talking Lincoln picked me up and brought me over to a bed that was on a ledge. “Good night little one” he said as he placed a blanket over me “night night broder”. “She’s so pure” Octavia said as Lincoln sat back down beside her “she really is”

[bigg1999]

Clarke stands in front of the small mirror, looking at the new bold black ink now a part of her face. The lines aren’t as thick as Clarke is used to seeing upon those in Trikru, Rika having stated that each clan has a different style, and this was to be Skikru’s, should more wish to mark themselves. Small line work, as they are now for living in the skies, they shouldn’t have the same thick, grounding, lines as Trikru.

The ink starts in the middle of her forehead, trailing down her nose, then branching off, swirls hugging the underneath of her eyes, a few trailing downwards, much like Lexa’s well-known face paint, but tastefully done. There are three small circles trailing down the middle of her chin, just like the small break that had been in Lexa’s tattoo.

“I barely recognize you, Clarke, you look like some grounder!”

Her mother’s words ring in her ears as she runs a hand through her stained red hair, one side of it gone, what’s left cut short, totally different to her normal long blonde locks. The ink covering her face doesn’t change its structure, but it does create an intimidating aura around her.

“I don’t want to be me,” she confesses, before throwing herself on her small bed, “Not without her,” she sobs, breaking down into tears.

Slowly, the darkness creeps in, and Clarke falls asleep.

***

Clarke freezes, blue eyes watching as her blood runs cold. There, leaning against the tree, sits a woman. Her hair is long and blonde, pulled back into braids. Her clothes are obviously not Trikru, warm furs covering her shoulders.

The stranger looks up. She is Azgeda, scars running down her cheeks and Clarke’s heart skips a beat. The scars, lines running down her cheeks, they remind her of Lexa’s warpaint. Green eyes connect with blue, and Clarke knows.

Read more here Artwork done by @ghoulgeists & @kierenrose

[misterrnobody]

Lexa could’ve lived/transcended

Think about it: Emori’s chip was activated within John’s body when they transcended. This allows us to understand that a psychical body is not a necessity to transcend. If Indra had not killed Sheidheda, Lexa could possibly have transcended for she merged with Sheidheda’s consciousness like all other commanders.

Of course, it’s possible that Sheidheda would’ve triggered the war yet again if Indra had not killed him. In that case, the human race would’ve ceased to exist. But had he lived an humanity would’ve transcended anyway; there’’s a chance that Lexa and Clarke could’ve reunited.

Perhaps that would’ve been even more special than learning that Lexa was the person Clarke loved most, especially because the becoming ‘one people’ was why humanity was allowed to transcend anyway and Lexa was one of the first people who tried to make that happen.

[missxmericana]

Clarke Griffin -The 100

[just-think-about-it]

In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground. May we meet again.

[the100trigedasleng]

S

sad in verb: decide, choose

from: said in

sad klin verb: decide emphatically, choose definitively, make a firm choice

from: said clean

sad op verb: (transitive) pick out, choose [something]; (intransitive) like to have, like to decide

from: said up

Sadgeda proper noun: Conclave

from: said-gather

Sadon noun: vote

from: said-one

Sadrona noun: significant other

from: side-runner OR decide-runner

sak au verb: outsmart, outwit

from: psyche out

sak daun verb: take (as a strategic point)

from: sack down

Sampada noun: footstep

from: sand-padder

Sanch noun: lunch

from: sandwich

Sangedakru proper noun: Desert People

from: sand-gather-crew

Sankrola noun: lizard

from: sand-crawler

Seda noun: teacher, instructor

from: said-er

Sef conjunction: but, except

from: except-for

Sefi noun: picture

from: selfie

Sei verb: mean, signify

from: say

Seifas noun: trap

seigeda klin verb: vote

from: say-gather clean

Seim adjective: same

from: same

Seimbeda verb: prefer

from: same-better

Seimon noun: same, same one

from: same-one

Seingeda noun: family

from: same-gather

Seintaim adjective: same, same as; too, also

from: same-time

Seiso noun: counsel, advice

from: say-so

Sen noun: smell

from: scent

sen daun verb: put down, set down

from: send down

sen in verb: hear, listen

sen klir verb: release, set free, let go

from: send clear

sen op verb: send

from: send up

ses op verb: sleep with, have sex with

from: sex up

set daun verb: get down, stay down; give up

from: set down

set klin verb: belong

from: set clean

set of verb: be born

from: set off

set raun verb: wait, stand in place; make to wait or stand in place; (reflexive) study, apply oneself to

from: sit around

Setnes noun: watch (as a sentry or guard)

from: sit-ness

Sha phrase: yes

from: yeah

shak op verb: live, reside

from: shack up

Shanen adjective: happy

from: shining

sheid klin verb: shelter, protect

from: shade clean

Sheidgeda noun: night

from: shade-gathering

Sheidjus noun: Nightblood

from: shade-juice

shil op verb: protect, defend

from: shell up

Shilkru noun: guard (force)

from: shell-crew

shof op verb: be quiet

from: shut up

Shopta phrase: how are you

from: whatcha-up-to

shoun of verb: present

from: showing off

shoun raun verb: guide

from: showing around

Shouna noun: advisor

from: showing-er

Shuda noun: weapon

from: shooter

Sich noun: trouble

from: situation

sin daun verb: sit

from: sitting down

sin in verb: witness, watch

from: seen in

Sintaim noun: day

from: seeing time

Sis noun: sister

from: sister

sis au verb: help, assist

from: assist out

sis op verb: grab, take

from: ? up

Sisfou adjective: helpful

from: assist-for

Sishou noun: shore, seashore

from: seashore

Siva noun: ear

from: receiver

Skafa noun: hell

Skai noun: sky

from: sky

Skaifaya noun: star

from: sky-fire

Skaiflaya noun: medium-sized birds such as pigeons and jays

from: sky-flyer

Skaiglaida noun: large bird

from: sky-glider

Skaigona noun: predatory bird, bird used for hunting

from: sky-gunner

Skaikrasha noun: storm

from: sky-crasher

Skaikru proper noun: Sky People, Arkers

from: sky-crew

Skaipeka noun: small bird, as a sparrow or hummingbird

from: sky-pecker

Skaren noun: scar; also ‘skaron’

from: scarring; scar-one

Skat noun: boy

Skayon proper noun: Sky Person, Arker

from: sky-one

skech au verb: draw

from: sketch out

skiv op verb: creep on

from: skeeve up

skrab daun verb: write

from: scribe down

Skrish noun: shit

from: squish

skwed op noun: repay

from: squared up

Slak adjective: open

from: slack

slash klin verb: cut, slash (to kill)

from: slash clean

Sleng noun: language

from: slang

slip daun verb: (intransitive) fall, come (down); (transitive) slay

from: slip down

slip thru verb: fail

from: slip through

Slipen noun: fall

from: slipping

Slogen adjective: lazy

from: slogging

smak daun verb: knock down

from: smack down

smuch op verb: kiss

from: smooch up

Snacha noun: raccoon

from: snatcher

Snap adjective: fast, quick

from: snap

Snogon noun: loved one

from: snog-one

Sobwe noun: tunnel

from: subway

Sof adverb: softly, gently

from: soft

Som noun: something

from: something

Somines noun: pride

Somon noun: ?

son op verb: (transitive) dry (something)

from: sun up

Soncha noun: light

from: sunshine

Sonchageda (also Sonchgeda, Soncha Kapa) proper noun: the City of Light

from: sunshine-gather

Songplei noun: music

from: song-play

Sonraun noun: (one’s) life

from: sun-around

Sontaim noun: story

from: song-time

Sontam noun: summer (season)

from: sun-time

Sora noun: bird

from: dinosaur

Sou adverb: (emphatic) provides emphasis, typically on a copula or verb

from: so

Souda verb: (modal) must

Souda noun: drink (alcoholic)

from: soda

Soujon noun: journey, travels

from: sojourn

Soulou adjective: alone

from: solo

Spechou phrase: congratulations

from: special

spek daun verb: bow

from: respect down

Spichen adjective: lying

from: speeching

Spichen phrase: goddamn

from: speeching

Spika noun: mouth

from: speaker

spin raun verb: (transitive) dance; (reflexive) think, esp. meditatively

from: spin around

Splita noun: outsider, outcast

from: splitter

sponj au verb: drain

from: sponge out

Sprintam noun: spring (season)

from: spring-time

spun in verb: act in the capacity of a back spoon, be (someone’s) back spoon

from: spoon in

spun op verb: act in the capacity of a front spoon, be (someone’s) front spoon

from: spoon up

Spuna noun: one who participates in “spooning”

from: spooner

Stanop adjective: good

from: stand-up

Ste verb: (stative copula) be; used with adjectives; also used with verbs as a progressive marker

from: stay

ste daun verb: be dead

from: stay down

Stedaun adjective: dead

from: stay-down

Stedaunon noun: the dead, one who is dead, dead person

from: stay-down-one

Stegeda noun: village

from: stay-gather

Steiks noun: meat

from: steaks

stein klin verb: prove

from: stain clean

Stelt adjective: hidden

from: stealth

Steltrona proper noun: a mythical horse that no one can catch

from: stealth-runner

step au verb: make one’s move

from: step out

step klin verb: march

from: step clean

step op verb: step in, interfere

from: step up

Stepa noun: shoe

from: stepper

Stergeda noun: stairs, staircase, stairwell

from: stair-gather

sting in verb: (intransitive) burn, sting, smart

from: sting in

Stoda noun: start, beginning

from: starter

stomba raun verb: be awake

from: stomping around

stot au verb: start, begin

from: start out

Strada noun: plotter, schemer

from: strategy-er

Strat noun: plan

from: strategy

strech au verb: walk

from: stretch out

Strecha noun: walker, one who walks

from: stretcher

Strechplei noun: walk, walking

from: stretch-play

Strik adjective: small, little

from: streak

strik daun verb: reduce

from: streak down

Strikon noun: little one, small one

from: streak-one

Stringboba noun: puppet

from: string-bobber

Strisis noun: little sister

from: streak-sister

Stumucha noun: an utterly deplorable person

from: just-a-moocher

swap op verb: flank, surround

from: swap up

swega klin verb: swear, promise

from: swear-to-god clean

Swela noun: throat

Swima noun: fish

from: swimmer

Swis (also swison) noun: knife, blade

from: Swiss

Swison noun: blade

from: swish-one

Swolnes noun: swelling

from: swollen-ness

[mahzelanslari]

BLODREİNA the100 <3

[burndowntheroom]

...what if e*cho is pregnant...

[klarieona]

Masterlist

Okay I write for many fandoms and will write for more give me ideas of some more and I’ll check them out maybe they will end up I’m here. When I write more I will add more

POJ/HoO

The 100

Tvdu

[bigg1999]

"You were right Clarke. Life is about more than just surviving.”

Clarke shakes her head, attempting to clear the memory from her mind. The sight of Lexa laying on the bed, face clear of warpaint. Her face is clear of the burden normally upon her, causing her to look years younger. Eyes are wet and full of unshed tears with black blood dripping out the corner of her mouth.

A shiver runs through her body as Clarke feels the ghost of their last kiss on her lips. She sniffles, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand.

“Wanheda. Rika will see you now,” a voice interrupts her personal moment, earning a quick nod.

***

Clarke stands in front of the small mirror, looking at the new bold black ink now a part of her face. The lines aren’t as thick as Clarke is used to seeing upon those in Trikru, Rika having stated that each clan has a different style, and this was to be Skikru’s, should more wish to mark themselves. Small line work, as they are now for living in the skies, they shouldn’t have the same thick, grounding, lines as Trikru.

The ink starts in the middle of her forehead, trailing down her nose, then branching off, swirls hugging the underneath of her eyes, a few trailing downwards, much like Lexa’s well-known face paint, but tastefully done. There are three small circles trailing down the middle of her chin, just like the small break that had been in Lexa’s tattoo.

“I barely recognize you, Clarke, you look like some grounder!”

Her mother’s words ring in her ears as she runs a hand through her stained red hair, one side of it gone, what’s left cut short, totally different to her normal long blonde locks. The ink covering her face doesn’t change its structure, but it does create an intimidating aura around her.

“I don’t want to be me,” she confesses, before throwing herself on her small bed, “Not without her,” she sobs, breaking down into tears.

Slowly, the darkness creeps in, and Clarke falls asleep.

Read more here Artwork done by @ghoulgeists & @kierenrose

[lonely-lesbian-soul]

You’re Wonkru, or you are the enemy. Choose

[nightmaskart]

“Our fight is not over”

[imagine-multifandom]

Keep Trying // j.m (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/9ixDXDZXV4 Sent to Earth as lab rats to see if it was safe enough to send people they actually cared about down here. It all seemed good at first. A second chance. But problems were destined to occur in a group of criminals with strong opinions. Old memories I had wanted to forget came rushing back once a lot of people from my old life joined me on Earth, and there was this one particular person who meant more to me than he should. ** ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE 100 UNIVERS! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING (EXCEPT MY OC)

It would be cool if you guys could check out my story

[the100trigedasleng]

P

pad daun verb: search (someone)

from: pat down

Pakstoka noun: wolf, wolves

from: pack-stalker

Pas adverb: after

from: pass

Pauna noun: gorilla

from: pounder

Pichu noun: pet

from: Pikachu

Pis adjective: angry

from: pissed

Pisa noun: penis

from: pisser

Plan noun: woman

from: planner

Plangona noun: warrior woman

from: planner-gunner

Planhaka noun: an utterly deplorable person

from: plan-hacker

Planripa noun: ladykiller

from: planner-reaper

Pleiplei noun: game

from: play-play

Pleni adverb: enough

from: plenty

Poda verb: pad (as a footstep), lap (as a wave)

Ponch noun: punch

from: punch

Ponis noun: farm

from: (hydro)ponics

ponk klin verb: fool, trick

from: punk clean

Prepon noun: supplies

from: prep-one

Presh adjective: sacred, precious

from: precious

Preshon noun: seal, signet

from: precious-one

Pri adjective: somewhat, pretty much

from: pretty

Pro phrase: you’re welcome

Prom noun: question

from: prompt

pudon op verb: wear

from: put-on up

pul klin verb: pull hard, yank

from: pull clean

pul op verb: pull

from: pull up

pul we verb: pull away, draw away

from: pull away

put daun verb: execute

from: put down

[smiling0n]

The 100 fandom probs.

There is so much hate when these ships(bellarke and clexa) are pinned against each other. In MY OPINION they are both bellarke and clexa are beautiful ships. There are things good and bad with both ships. The way people get so mad over the whole thing is ridiculous. Don't attack the fandom because you ship something different. I mean hell I even ship Murphamy. Respect the ships. Guys and respect the fandom.