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Dec. 16 - Day 1: Home for the Holidays

Dec. 17 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice List

Dec. 18 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

Dec. 19 - Day 4: Snowed In

Dec. 20 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

Dec. 22 - Day 7:  Free Day

[dontcha-wanheda]

Clarke surprises her family for Christmas only to discover her ex-fiancee is already celebrating the holiday with her family when she arrives.

Will tensions be high or will they rekindle what they once had?

[ervotica]

fucking bellamy blake and john murphy at the same time😔🫶 cw; smut, fem!reader (gimme a hair tie & two mins alone with them and i’ll genuinely change their lives <3)

murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.

your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.

bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.

“move,” bell murmurs, his hand dancing upward to find the crease between your anxious brows. “have t’be gentle with her,” he explains, voice low. “work her up to bein’ rough. she’s only little.”

murphy grouses something rather unsavoury, brows pinched tight as he watches bellamy pry his fingers into the crease of your thigh, using his free hand to dig his cock from his trousers.

“you got it, baby,” bellamy murmurs, nudging the head against your pussy until you relent and grant him entrance. you clamp your thighs either side of his hips, whining as bellamy grabs john by the wrist and guides his fingers over your swelled clit. he rolls his hips in slow, deliberate movements, canines poking through his top lip as you relax and open up for him. “see, she likes that.”

you hiccup, reaching for bellamy’s hand. he tsks, dragging a knuckle over your cheek. preening, you tilt your face into the touch and whine.

“‘s nice, baby?” bellamy murmurs, rolling his hips into you harder this time. you nod fervidly. murphy grumbles, cock kicking up at your needy little noises even as he feigns disinterest.

bellamy rolls back on the balls of his feet, his cock gliding out with a wet squelch as he makes room for murphy to push back between your legs. “that’s it. nice and slow with her.”

murphy rolls his eyes but complies, sinking back into your spongy walls as bellamy slides back behind you, petting his fingers over your clammy temple.

bellamy nudges at your hairline with the tip of his nose, murmuring against the crown of your skull as murphy’s pace quickens and deepens, and you mewl, pussy clamping tight over the length of him. murphy’s hips stutter. bellamy laughs.

“you can’t come yet, champ. not until she has.”

“why does the princess get to come first? she didn’t even do any work!” he whines.

“because i fucking said so. go on, get back to work.” bellamy smears a kiss over the crown of your head, snickering.

you gasp when murphy nudges your swollen clit with his thumb.

“bell,” you warble.

“i know, princess. he’s giving your pussy some love, isn’t he?”

murphy scoffs. “don’t love it.”

“yeah, that’s why you’re about to come just looking at that pretty pussy, isn’t it?”

[iamvioletaa]

[countrymusiclover]

1 - The Day Everything Changed

Part 2

Star Crossed Enemies

@severa-kane @100foreverfiles @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @lover-of-books-and-tea

2 years ago

“Get your hands off me. I haven't done anything wrong!” I screamed and kicking my legs about while having guards drag me down multiple hallways until we got to one of the pod launch bays. “What the hell do you think you’re doing to me!”

Footsteps came up behind me and the guards where I sharply turned my head around seeing my mother Dr Abigail and father Jake Griffin coming up to us. “Remove your hands from our daughter now please.”

“Counselors. We are just following your orders that you sent us Dr. Griffin.” One of them spoke, removing their hands from my forearm.

I elbowed the other guard in the stomach and he stumbled backwards into the nearest wall. “Orders. What orders have you told them?”

“Cassiopeia, honey there isn’t another way to ensure they won’t kill all three of us. I’m sorry, but we are sending you to the ground.” My mother explained beginning to take steps towards me till I harshly slapped her hand that reached out to touch me.

“You kicked me out of the house at sixteen to lower suspicion of you possibly having two kids but now you’re saying that isn’t enough!”

My father went around the corner escorting someone by the arm where it took me a minute before I recognized who he had alongside him. “Jake! We can’t let anyone else know what we are doing.” My mother gasped seeing my best friend.

“Cass! Why are they sending you down there? It isn’t safe yet. It hasn’t been a hundred years yet.” Glass Sorenson came running to me with her blonde hair and blue eyes, flinging her arms around my neck and began to cry.

Wrapping my arms around her I sobbed into her shoulder not wanting to be forced to leave her. “I don’t know why they’re doing this. I don’t want to go, Glass.”

“Dr. Griffin, please don’t do this. She’s my best friend.”

Mom sniffed through tears that were welling up in her eyes. “Glass, it’s family business-“

“Oh for god sake. I have a sister. Her name is Clarke and we are twins and nobody knows about us. That’s why they are sending me to the ground without knowing if it's survivable or not!” Throwing my hands up in the air I shouted getting frustrated that she was avoiding the truth.

Glass grasped my hand closest to hers. “Can I at least say goodbye before you send her down?”

“Yes. You can say goodbye, Glass.” My father nodded with a very weak expression.

Glass spun around on her feet, throwing her arms around me a second time. “I’m going to be praying that you make it. Because you are so much stronger and tougher than anybody thinks you are…may we meet again.” She sniffed back some tears once she had broken the embrace.

Squeezing her shoulders underneath my fingers I wiped away falling tears. “I will see you again, bestie. May we meet again.” From that day forward anyone else that came from the Ark couldn’t be trusted in my eyes.

I was born in space, but I became a Grounder.

Two guards drew the tent curtain opened on either side of me as I strolled inside with my shoulders back and head held high knowing who I was standing in front of at this very moment. The woman I now considered to be my Commander was seated on her throne of trees spinning a dagger in one hand until I paused in my step directly in front of her presence. “You summoned me, Heda.”

“I have an assignment for you. You are my best tracker and fighter in the ones up to take my place when my fight is over.” The Commander began speaking.

Brushing some of my loose hair from my eyes I had twisted one side of my hair into a braid and left the rest of it completely loose. “How have you chosen me to serve you today, Heda?”

“Anya has informed me that one of her scouts has stopped reporting the number of the sky invaders on our lands. I want you to set up camp near their camp and find out all you can about these sky people.”

Nodding my head in understanding I bowed my head down to her. “It will be done, Commander.”

“When you landed in our territory years ago I had many of my advisers tell me I should have just killed you right then and there.” I spun on my boots about to leave till she called for my attention again making me peek over my shoulder back at her. “I’m very proud that I made my own decision and kept you alive. You may have come from the sky but you’ve proven to be a true Earthborn, Warrior Cass.”

“I appreciate that I have your respect, Commander.” I smirked back at her spinning on my feet leaving her tent and heading off onto the assignment I had been given.

Days later I had moved into one of the nearby caves not too far from the sky camp. I sat on one of the middle ground branches hearing a small group of them coming in my direction. Wearing a pack of knives that were attached to a leather strap I scanned the area seeing a group of four guys running from one of the traps Lincoln had set up to catch reapers.

One of the guys that was wearing goggles on his head was screaming in the direction of some clan members that I knew about. “They can kill us whenever they want. Then they should get it over with! Come on! We know you're out there!”

“You want to kill us…” The second guy with long black hair grabbed the goggle wearing guy and slapped his hand over his mouth trying to shut him up.

“Bellamy!-“ The other sky person hollered to the one I was guessing was the leader of the group. I leaped down from the tree drawing out a flute with multiple darts inside of it, blowing into it I shot the other three in the neck and they collapsed out cold.

Raising myself up from my knees I bolted towards the last standing guy with curly raven hair. He tried to run at me but I twisted one of his arms around his back shoving him against the nearest tree. “I wouldn’t bother trying to call for help if I were you.” I whispered a warning in his ear, pressing a dagger to the back of his neck.

“You don’t scare me, grounder girl.” He growled back, doing his best to not show me any hint of fear.

Spinning him around pushing his back against the tree I soon realized that he was slightly taller than I was so I had to angle the blade up more than I originally thought I would have to. “I’m guessing you're their leader. I’ll give you a bit of advice, don’t put yourself out in the open unless you have a death wish.”

“Like I’ll ever take advice from the enemy.” The guy I heard them call Bellamy spat in my face. His dark brown eyes locked onto my green gaze.

Stepping away from him I tossed the dagger in my hand downwards towards his boots hearing a foghorn from somewhere else off in the distance. “Keep the blade you’re gonna need all the help you can get, Bellamy.”

“How the heck do you know my name? What the hell is yours, grounder?” He raised his tone, shifting his gaze from mine then down to the dagger at his feet.

I smirked hearing the horn noise getting louder telling me it was time to go. “I can’t give you the answer right away. Otherwise that gives away the game. See you around, Sky Boy.” Twirling on my feet I bolted into a run through the terrain leaving him too stunned in shock to chase after me.

It had been a few hours since the acid fog had cleared, meaning I could leave the entrance of Lincoln’s cave when I wanted to. Quietly entering the rest of the way inside Lincoln’s cave I saw a girl with dark black hair beginning to wake up. Hearing other footsteps running in I slipped behind the available space in the wall, making sure she or Lincoln didn’t see me watching them. The sky girl had managed to grab the keys and the group of boys that were with Bellamy helped her off the cave floor. She jumped into the goggles guy's arms. “How did you find me?”

“Followed him.” He chuckled in relief, hugging her back.

The girl broke the embrace and ran into Bellamy’s arms until he saw a spear laying beside a passed out Lincoln on the stone floor. “We should go. Now. Before he wakes up.”

“He's not gonna wake up.” Bellamy picked it, gripping the spear tightly in his hands.

The girl attempted to grab his wrist. “Bellamy, stop. He didn't hurt me. Let's just go.”

“They started this. Finn. Move.” He ignored her.

The guy that was bent down by an unconscious Lincoln noticed the horn he was wearing on his hip before Lincoln woke up and stabbed him in the belly where he collapsed onto the ground. “Foghorn.”

Bellamy raised the spear about to hurt Lincoln until I leaped out from hiding and up onto the older boy's back. “Argh! Get her off me-“ He struggled to grab a hold of me where I made him drop the weapon before he gripped my thighs throwing me off and onto my back harshly.

“Stop! That's my brother!” The young girl cried out moments after Bellamy and Lincoln went fighting over the spear till my friend grabbed it. He knocked the sky boy down pushing the weapon against his throat until she screamed.

I gasped sharply but wasn’t fast enough before the other guy hit him over the head and he fell unconscious. “Lincoln! - uhh you son of a bitch..” Scrambling to my feet I attempted to rush over to him but I felt a dart go into my neck making my vision blur, seeing Bellamy holding the dart flute up to his mouth seconds before everything went black.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[autistic--brushstrokes]

[violentkisses999]

only you can convince octavia to have mercy on her opposers.

all night, your lover laid awake, her arms around you securely. no matter when or where, she had always felt the need to protect you.

no barriers of fabrics covered your bodies. octavia's bare chest pressed against your back. her biceps still as tense as they were when she joined you in bed. her thumb kneaded at the pudge of your belly.

you were so soft and sheltered. she couldn't remember the last time she had seen your skin deeply wounded, and she liked it that way. may whatever supreme being above have mercy on the fool who blew at the flame that kept her going, because she wouldn't.

she decided that you weren't fit for war. you thrived the most in front of a computer. you did more for your people when your fingers were racing across keys at the speed of light. on the ark, computer coding was just a class you were good at. it also happened to be the skill that came most in handy on the ground.

octavia didn't know how you did it. you were a hero to so many people that would never even know your name. watching you save more lives than she could take with the click of a few buttons was always so satisfying.

she mindlessly nudged at the nape of your neck with the tip of her nose. your fresh scent fogged her senses in a way that she easily submitted to. she could stay lost in your presence all night, but alas, duty called.

a mission in polis: another ambassador of king roan sticking their nose where it shouldn't be. soon, they won't have any business of their own to mind.

kane suggested that it wasn't in her best interest to go through with it. he told her that the killings would be for nothing once roan knows the truth.

she knew this, but she was burdened with one purpose: to protect. whether it be a grounder or an arkadian, no more of her friends would die. if that meant killing anyone that threatened roan, she's willing to live with their deaths.

with that in mind, she left you lying in bed with a gentle kiss along your hairline. she was careful to not dip the bed as she lifted herself. her sharp eyes tracked the slow rise and fall of your waist to be sure you hadn't awoken.

the pale moonlight was all that assisted her search for her belongings. sneakily, she maneuvered herself into her armor. she was struggling to find her boots. she throws them in the same place every night, how could they just-

"there better be a warm bed for you in polis." octavia's search was cut short by your fried voice. she could've sworn she felt something thud in her neck as she twisted to look at you. you were still in the same position. your back to her. however, the quickened rise and fall of your waist didn't slip past her.

she quickly gathered herself to respond. she was so startled, she asked, "what are you sayi-"

you didn't even let her finish her question before continuing, "if you leave me here tonight, i'm not letting you back in."

to anyone else, you just sounded pissed off and stern. but octavia wasn't just 'anyone else'. she could hear the well hidden sobs and the slight stuffiness in your voice.

you were... crying. her eyes softened and all of a sudden, she wasn't so determined to leave.

the sound of metal clanking with metal could be heard as her jacket fell to the floor. her now free hands flew to encase the hill of your hips, her knee pressing a dip into the mattress as she sat beside you. as if you'd break under pressure, she carefully turned you to lay on your back.

once she saw your face practically soaked in tears, her heart shattered into a million pieces. she ran calloused thumbs over your moonlit tears.

"my baby," she whispered as she lowered her forehead to rest on yours.

your shaking hands clutched the leather of her armor, you drug them over her arms. it seemed as if the sight of her fully clothed was enough to break your resolve, because you broke into heavy sobs right then. your shoulders shook as you whimpered, "please, don't leave."

you were begging her to listen to kane. even though you didn't see eye to eye with the man most of the time, this was one thing that the two of you agreed upon.

listening to you bawling seemed to cease the war in her mind. she swiftly pressed her lips against yours, swallowing your cries. as she pulled away, her nose nudging yours, she eased her palms over the crown of your head, pulling your hair out of your face.

"i'm not going anywhere." her cracked lips welded with yours once again. the sigh you released tickled her face beautifully.

and just like that, she remembered why you were her first priority. how could she forget?

"ai hod yu in."

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[nathanmillers]

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[clexmas24]

Clextober 2024

Hey everyone! Time got away from me and I didn't really get around to planning anything for Clextober this year but I noticed we had someone share a post and I figured what the hell we could still do it and just have the rest of October towards Clextober. This year we will do 31 prompts for Clextober. Post anytime this October. We will not have a set week. So pretty much anything Fall or Halloweenish I will reblog. Sorry for dropping the ball this year. How To Participate:

Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that screams Clexa with a spice of Fall/October/Halloween - let’s see it!

Don’t forget to tag!  #Clextober24

[azazellart]

The Commanders' Death

a/n: is the The 100 fandom still alive? Also consider this angst clexa lesbian fanart as my contribution for pride month <3 I also opened my shop, feel free to check it ou :)

[ervotica]

Okay okay okay so for the celebration, Bellamy with crybaby!reader who maybe gets sick after eating those berries in season 1 and he's just doting on her and being all sweet 🥺🥺

bellamy blake x crybaby!reader ✩ i made him a lil mean n teasing but it’s all in good fun

Bellamy scrapes his palms over your temples, slicking back the flyaway hairs that curl over your ears as you flit your head from side to side, eyes wide and glossy. He may not be able to see the hallucinations that plague your mind, but your frantic expression is enough to have him crouching next to you, dragging his hands over your skin as you sniffle and cry in that warbling voice.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Slow down.”

Your hands tremble as you hiccup and rock on the balls of your feet, digging soft fingertips into the earth beneath you.

“Can’t-” you gasp. “Too much.”

Bellamy’s brow creases with a frown, and he hooks his hands under your armpits to drag you upward, his chest pressed to yours.

“Easy,” he coos. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

You hiccup, ducking your head. He follows your watery gaze diligently, petting the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” you warble, pursing your lips around a sob. “I’m sorry.”

Your pupils are blown wide, no doubt another effect of the jobi nuts, your body almost bursting at the seams with untethered energy.

“Baby.” Bellamy tries not to laugh, he really does, but the way you’re surveying him like he’s grown two heads is a little funny.

You purl sadly; your idea of a scolding, though far too soft.

“Don’t laugh, Bell,” you cry, moonlit tears making headway down your cheeks. He tuts, gathering the wetness at the corners of your eyes to brush them away.

“I’m not,” he huffs, though the tilt of his lips gives him away. You tip back into the dirt with a thud, palms out behind you as you stare up at the star dotted sky.

“Y’are,” you mewl.

He sighs, tilting his head to watch you. “Stop being a baby.”

That really sets you off. You sniff, rubbing at your eyes as though you can plug the steady flow of tears. “You’re so mean!”

Hooking his arm under your knees, he drapes you over his lap, your expression rather akin to a kicked puppy. “I’m sorry,” he snorts, chest shaking with a laugh. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Hate you,” you sniffle. He pouts, leaning down to smear a kiss over your jaw.

“I love you too, my baby,” he murmurs, voice rough and grating against your skin. You lean into him involuntarily.

“Don’t feel good,” you grouse, going soft and pliable in his lap. Your head bumps against his chest with a thud.

“I know.” He smooths his hand over your head again, snickering as you go limp at the touch. “You wanna lay down?”

“No,” you whine.

“Yes, you do,” he corrects. “C’mon.”

“Bell.”

He mimics your warbling cadence beat for beat, bending at the waist to murmur soft apologies against your cheek. You lean into him, clutching the hem of his t-shirt as though his touch might make your vision stop spinning.

Camp is full of delinquents in similar situations to your own, many lying in the dirt next to you, a few stumbling in pursuit of the visions that pervade their senses. You sniff sadly.

Bellamy gathers you up and squeezes you tightly, lips pressed firmly over your temple. “It’ll pass soon.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, baby. Promise,” he mumbles, breath hot against your face.

“Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs. “Love you too, brat.”

[krasna-strelka]

You want forgiveness? Fine I'll give that to you. You're forgiven

I'm doing re-watch of The 100 and this is the first time I realized Clark was the first one to use those words towards Bellamy. I always only remembered when Bellamy said that to her after Mt Weather when she was leaving everyone because of guilt. But she was the first to said that. In season 1, after the gun training scene

[angel-shifter-hugs911]

She’s always around

Bellamy Blake x jealous reader

Summary:reader being just of Roma and Bellamy try’s to prove he always wants you

Warning: none one kiss 💋 idk

You stood off to the side, arms crossed tightly as you watched Bellamy laugh. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way Roma leaned in just a little too close. It should’ve been fine. Roma was part of the 100, just another survivor. But there was something about her that made you feel uneasy, especially when it came to Bellamy.

You had always been close with Bellamy, your bond stronger than most. But lately, every time Roma came around, it felt like she was trying to steal your attention, and it was working.

“Everything alright?” Clarke’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you gave her a tight smile.

“Yeah, just… tired,” you muttered, but your eyes never left Bellamy and Roma.

Clarke followed your gaze. “Don’t let it bother you. Bellamy knows you’re his priority.”

You sighed, trying to shake off the feeling. “I know, but… it just gets to me sometimes.”

Clarke placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got to trust him. Roma’s just being friendly. Bellamy’s not interested in her like that.”

You nodded, though the knot in your stomach didn’t loosen. You watched as Bellamy and Roma shared another laugh. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Bellamy—it was just… hard to ignore how easily Roma fit in with everyone, how natural she seemed in the group, how she laughed at all the right times. It was something you could never seem to do. You were always on the outside looking in.

Bellamy finally turned around, meeting your gaze. His expression softened as he caught the tension in your posture. Without a word, he excused himself from Roma and made his way toward you.

As soon as he was close enough, you didn’t care anymore. The words just spilled out.

“Why do you hang out with her so much?” you blurted, your voice a little sharper than you intended.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to you. “What’s going on, [Y/N]?”

You shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t back down. “I don’t know… I just can’t shake the feeling that maybe you’re… maybe you like her more than me.”

Bellamy’s eyes softened with understanding. He cupped your face gently, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I don’t like her more than you. You’re the one I care about. I’m with you, always.”

“But she’s always around,” you muttered, glancing at Roma, who was now speaking to someone else in the distance.

Bellamy smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I can’t help that she’s in the group. But I’m here for you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You bit your lip, not entirely convinced, but you wanted to believe him.

“I’ll prove it,” he whispered, closing the distance and placing a kiss on your forehead, a promise that despite the lingering tension, you were still his.

Please if you want more let me know I make the 100 fanfic I do any character I’m comfortable writing anything

[countrymusiclover]

2 - Prisoners of Sky People

Part 3

Star Crossed Enemies

Tag list ( send ask to be added ) @severa-kane @100foreverfiles @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @lover-of-books-and-tea @kmc1989 @caprisunzz

The moment I began to regain consciousness I felt a lot of pain. Blinking my eyes open I instantly shut them seeing bright lights shining above my head. Finally peeking one eye open I got adjusted to the brightness enough where I attempted to move forward seeing I was inside a large metal dropship compared to the one I came down in two years ago.

Unfortunately the second I went to take a step forward my body was yanked backwards rather harshly making me nearly scream till I bit my lip. “Agh! - smart play using zip ties.” Eyeing my wrists and ankles were held down on metal poles.

Shifting my gaze around the room I didn’t see many shortcuts to escape. The hatch in the floor was shut and there were zero sharp objects I could use to snap my restraints so I was a sitting duck. My pack and weapons were laying on the opposite side of the room beside a makeshift chair. “We’re smarter than you people think we are, grounder girl.”

“Bellamy.” I muttered barely above a whisper not hearing the metal hatch open and close before I noticed the boy with curly hair sitting a few feet away from me on the makeshift chair.

He pushed himself up to stand , coming to stand directly in front of me. “You’re friend downstairs isn’t much for talking. So I’m hoping you will be up to having a conversation with me. What’s your name?”

“Cassio.” I simply replied preferring to be called by a nickname Glass gave me then my full birth name the Ark had given me. “Yours is Bellamy, right?”

He sent me a slight glare. “You were listening in on our conversations weren’t you. What did you find out about us hmm?”

“That they sent you down here like lab rats to die. You may look at us like we’re the enemy who wants to kill you but you should consider the ones who put you all on this ship and dumped you down here just to save the place you came from. Doesn’t sound like you’re leaders care too much about anyone but themselves.”

Bellamy lifted his head silently biting his lips as he took in the girls words before himself. In the few weeks they had been there he had declared the same philosophy to get the majority to remove their wristbands.

There was something about the way she said the words with such anger that he began contemplating if she was from the Ark or not, but he instantly pushed the crazy thought to the back of his mind.

“How many of you are there?” Bellamy asked me.

“12 different clans with over thousands upon thousands of grounders and only about 80 of you now. Is my math right?” I tilted my head to the side smirking until I heard a girls voice shouting from downstairs even though the metal hatch was shut.

“This is Raven Reyes. I- I'm from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Doctor Abby Griffin. Doctor Abby Griffin. Now!”

My whole body stiffened up when I heard someone say her name. It had been a long time since I’d heard my mothers name. It sickened me to my stomach.

All that hate and pain coming back to the surface.

Bellamy saw my facial expression completely change. From where he was standing I appeared very pale and like I had seen or rather heard the name of a ghost. “You know someone down there don’t you, grounder girl?”

“N - no I don’t.” I did the best lie I could.

Yet it was like he could see right through my facade now where he stomped over yanking me up from the ground. He firmly held me by my forearm with my hands still tied behind my back by zip ties. “You’re lying and I’m going to find out why soon enough. Come on, let’s get your ass down there.” He pushed me down the ladder where I landed harshly on the harsh metal floor with half the group's attention on the radio and some of the others looking at me.

My mothers voice brought tears to my eyes that I couldn’t hide. “Raven? Are you there?”

Shifting my gaze over to the girl that was standing next to the one manning the radio it wasn’t difficult at all for me to recognize who it was. “Mom? Mom it's me.” The familiar figure of long blonde hair that belongs to my sister spoke towards our mother, even though she didn’t know I was her sister.

“Clarke?” Our mother asked with such relief in her tone over the radio static.

Our mother made sure of that with all the lies she spewed out over the years.

“Bellamy! What the hell are you doing to her? She could’ve been severely injured.” Clarke, my sister whipped her head around dropping down on her knees searching me over for any injuries.

He jumped down the last two ladder steps coming over to the two of us. He lifted me up from the floor dragging me by my blonde hair making me wince. “Gah! Bellam - no, no, no. I don’t want to!” He pushed my head down on the table beside the radio.

“Clarke, what was that commotion?” My mother questioned through the device causing me to whimper, clutching my eyes tightly shut, hating that I am showing emotions around members of the people I hate.

Clarke came up behind Bellamy who was holding me down with all eyes focused on the three of us. “Bellamy, this is not who we are. This grounder didn’t kidnap Octavia or kill any of our people.”

“That isn’t what this is about. She knows you’re mothers voice and I want to know why.” He barked back at her.

My sister made a confused face. “You think she’s originally from the Ark. How is that even possible?”

“Yo curly haired dude.” I finally spoke, raising my voice to get his attention.

He lowered his head down where our noses could almost touch if either of us moved forward towards the other. “You wanna tell us who you really are now?”

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know just not how I know the doctor on the radio.”

Bellamy yanked me upward and pushed me up the ladder then he pushed me down in the corner beside my friend who was beaten badly. “Lincoln…”

“Which one? Which one is it? If you tell us, they'll stop.” My sister begged my friend who was tied to the wall with chains. Bellamy had been repeatedly beating him with a seatbelt strap until she got down on her knees and begged my friend. “Please tell us which is the antidote and they'll stop this.”

Bellamy tossed the strap on the floor turning on his heels grabbing me up to stand. “If that doesn't work, maybe this will.”

“Bellamy, don’t hurt her.” Octavia his sister begged him before he picked up the poisoned knife in his freehand, dragging me directly to stand in front of my friend.

He suddenly made me cut whatever I was about to say short once I felt the cold blade pressed against my neck drawing some blood. “Bellamy, he won’t-“

“You’re friend won’t let you die. He’ll have no choice but to tell us the antidote to save your life and Finn’s.” Bellamy growled in my ear speaking towards my sister in a softer voice. “Clarke, you don't have to be here for this.”

Unfortunately I knew my sister wouldn’t back down from saving someone. She was exactly like our mother. “I'm not leaving until I get that antidote.”

“No more!” Octavia shouted, pushing me out of her brother’s tight grasp before he could cut my throat.

I collapsed against the nearest wall behind me. Pressing my body against it as much as I could not expect her to react in that way for someone she didn’t even know. Holding a hand to the small wound on my neck as best I could manage I didn’t utter another word.

Bellamy raised his voice. “Octavia what the hell are you doing?”

“He won’t let me die.” She muttered looking at Lincoln who nodded his head at the last vial that she had shown him.

Clarke takes the vial from the girl rushing down the ladder. “Thank you.”

Bellamy tried to help his sister up from the floor but she smacked his hand away. He slowly shifted his dark brown eyes over in my direction where I sucked in a breath unsure of what he would attempt to do to me next. He bent himself down on one knee brushing some of my messy hair out of my face. “What are you going to do with me now, sky boy?”

“We’re keeping you both here in our camp. Your friend will be here as leverage and we’ll use you to gather as much information as we can. And I know you’ll do it because if you don’t I’ll start hurting your friend. Do you understand that?”

I gulped nervously before he climbed down the ladder and shut it leaving me upstairs with Lincoln chained to the wall. “I understand, sir.”

[pendragaryen]

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Easter. The return of the light, hope, and life. You don't know how much I need all of this. I had been so damn busy over the course of the last weeks, so at least i was very distracted from all the cases of losses and illnesses around me... On top of that, i had the flu over the past few days. Only today i'm feeling better and look forward to see my family in a few hours.

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BENEATH THE FAINT MOONLIGHT

𝓟𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; bellamy blake x fem! reader

𝓦𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; none / hinted low self esteem

𝓦𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 0.9k

𝓘𝗻𝗳𝗼𝘀 ; fluff | reader is a (bad) mechanic and a loner/introver

𝓝𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; first ever ff published, please be kind and bear with any mistakes, im open for criticism!!

𝓢𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : reader doesn’t feel like joining the mess delinquents are making by the campfire, bellamy pays her a visit by the tree she’s sitting beneath, and reader gets company.

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The sun filtered slowly below the horizon, accompanied by delinquents making noise by the big campfire, doing their absolute best to be feisty on a planet they didn’t really know much about.

The night was messy, with loud cheers and unorganized fun, but resting below a tree in the distance, her figure hidden from any type of unwanted attention, there was y/n, who didn’t seem to care one bit.

It might have seemed crazy to some, but y/n couldn’t find herself to care about anything that was happening at the moment, not even finally being on Earth.

She was used to being seen as a loner, one who didn’t look too much and wasn’t looked at at all. Occasionally, people referred to her as a “big introvert” due to her not being eager to instantly show off emotions to anyone who crossed her way.

She was arrested for an unusual thing: accidentally (maybe not completely) blowing up an important gas tube while trying to stupidly act as a mechanic in her house, forgetting she was only in the first year of studying for her degree.

Now, on the ground, she limited herself to sending help as a “kind of a mechanic” and occasionally worked with Monty and Raven. But other than that? She found herself looking in the mirror and seeing someone who was negatively different, someone who, no matter what, could never fit in.

She often felt like an alien in disguise—perhaps, one standing currently below a tree, beneath the faint moonlight that covered her view whenever she happened to look up.

Her flow of thoughts was stopped by one tall figure, which she quickly recognized by now, gently walking up to her.

“Having fun yet, Metal girl?” Bellamy slyly grinned, interested by her complete isolation on a feisty night like this.

“Yeah, about too much,” she sarcastically answered, staring at her feet before realizing the king had no reason for talking to her, if not to ask her for something.

“What—brings you here anyway?” she asked, raising her eyes to meet his body towering over her comfortably seated one.

“Wanted to get some fresh air, you know…far from the life of the camp.”

“Well, you found the only one who didn’t even get close to it the whole evening,” y/n said, proposing it as a half-joke, but deep down she was quite ashamed of never being able to fit in, not even in a situation like this.

“Why didn’t you?” he wondered, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he sat next to her, both their backs supported by the big tree as he fixed his gaze on her faced.

“It’s just.. I don’t know,” she murmured, unsure on how it could've been explained. “I don’t really..think I’ll ever be able to be someone who just knows how to– ‘have fun’, you know?” she admitted awkwardly, which was true. She was everything but a party girl.

Not once in her life had she considered herself one.

She was pretty much the opposite, and being aware of the king’s taste in girls he was usually seen with, the girl was wondering in the back of her mind what exactly was the reason a boy like him– was engaging so much in an undeniably boring conversation with a mediocre mechanic he barely knew the name of.

“Bullshit,” he instantly replied. Bellamy surely had a cup or two of moonshine– if he didn't, he would've thought twice before speaking as he usually did, yet this conversation was not really the case.

His tone had a hint of curiosity, mixed with unreasonable determination sparkling in his eyes. The quiet mechanic made him particularly interested, and he was enjoying whatever type of conversation they were having.

“I’m sure you know how to have fun in your own ways.” his knee briefly brushed against hers, and the girl felt a jolt in her back, unsure if it was for the sudden touch or for Bellamy being quite unwilling to distance himself. As i mentioned previously, he probably had a drink or two.

“You know what? Let’s get out of here.” the boy determinedly proposed, quickly standing up before she could answer and offering her a hand, as if daring her to decline the offer.

“The woods and I will show you what fun is– let's see if you can light up a fire yourself.” he smirked before taking her hand and helping her up.

Maybe y/n wasn’t that much of an alien after all, or he probably wouldn’t be there with her, enjoying every second of it.

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