#bellamy blake x reader inserts

[hazashiovo]

Bellamy's sister

Octavia Blake x reader

Inspired by "Stacy's Brother" by Mad Tsai ,I just love his songs and I hope he will become a big artist some day.

Reader is whatever you want them to be.

I've been hanging out with Bellamy. Everybody thinks we're dating,

"(Name) ,can you come over here for a sec?" Bellamy's voice rose as he opened his tent up.

Cause I spent my days hanging 'round his tent,

"Yeah ,what's up?" I enter his personal tent,looking around for a few seconds. Just the two of us inside. He signs for me to move towards him, which I do quickly.

He's one of our camp leaders,one of our best fighters and he's the said 'king',

He moves closer to me , pointing at a place on the little makeshift map of the camp surroundings,his body inches away from my back,I can feel it. His breath ghosts over my neck as he leans in to explain some plan to me.

When we train together he takes off his shirt,

"C'mon ,you can do better than that." He grins smugly at me as I wipe some sweat of my face, were both sweaty, especially him. So he took his shirt off, totally not a show of. I chuckle to myself at that tought. "As if you would know ,Blake." I roll my eyes and lounge at him for an attack again,wich he easily dodges and pins me to the ground,my hands on both sides of my torso,his tighs straddling me. His face has that stupid smirk on it again. "We both know you can do much more than that." I look away from his face ,I can't just can't stand that look.

But I got a secret I must confess,

Bellamy allows me to stand up,a few jokes are said before a sudden silence looms over us. He leans in closer ,I can feel his hand on my waist...shit.

it's not his smile or the way he acts,

Our faces are mere inches away. "Bellamy i- ..I can't." I push his chest away, turning around eagerly, a feeling of guilt bubbling up in my chest. I couldn't bare to see his expression,so I just left like a coward.

He's not the reason I've been thinking 'bout love,

I'm sorry Bellamy...I really am. My eyes fall on the beautiful brunette standing by the camp fire ,even tho it's daylight we still need warmth,but the only warmth I feel is the sudden feeling in my heart and cheeks.

Every time when we hang out,I lose my cool when she's around,

"Bellamy have you seen Clarke?" His little sister enters the drop ship,her eyes falling on my frame once she notices he's not alone. Her stare makes my face warm up, a faint smile adorns her face before returning to her question.

And I don't know if this is just a crush.

Each time I get those reactions I'm contemplating my feelings, why do I feel like this? Do I really like her? What would Bellamy say?

How do I find the words to tell him...?

Octavia looks at me from across the camp,I shouldn't look her way,no ,not when Bellamy is explaining a very important plan to me...What am I supposed to do??

I'm inlove with Bellamy's sister.

I'm finally ready to accept I love her,but how am I going to tell him? It's obvious he likes me. My eyes are stuck to the sky as I think of my current situation. "Earth to (Name)? " Octavia flicks my forehead with her fingers, sending me back to reality. "Ouch,did you have to flick that hard!?" I rub my forehead, dramatizing the pain. "Want me to kiss it better? " She smiles at me ,then winks ,that smile that would send a healthy man into an hospital.i look away embarrassed at her words,I know it's a joke,but the butterflies in my stomach don't seem to get it.

Gonna spend the night at Bellamy's,

Me ,Bellamy and Octavia got stuck in an old bunker. Me and Bellamy were out on a hunting trip with a few of our guys ,but once the fog hit, Octavia found the two of us us and brought us here. Bell says we'll be stuck here for the night. Great.

Don't know why my heart's been racing,

Bellamy found a couple of blankets for us to use for now,he got the first watch,wich means me and his sister get to sleep. What I didn't know is she'd be spooning me from behind. My god ,my god ,my god! My face is probably red as a ruby,and my heart is beating like a rabbits when he's beeing chased. Does she like me? Am I getting the wrong signals? Did she just pull me in closer? Holy shit!!!

Cause the whole camp things were Gona hit the base.

"Do you know where Bellamy is? " Clarke stops in front of me. I raise a brow , surprised, she's the 3rd person to ask me about his whereabouts. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Her eyes look away,an awkward look looming on her face now. "I think everyone just assumes you're the closest to him besides Octavia," she takes a short break before continuing, "You can't blame us though, the two of you are basically inseparable." Clarke gives me a short smile ,before turning away to find Bellamy. Those words repeat themselves in my mind over and over again,are we really that close? If it's so,is it okay for me to be like this with his little sister...?

He's coming up for our training session, told he'd teach me some defense stuff,

Bellamy's been spending a lot of time training me,seems he really wants me to be stronger. I land a solid hit in his abdomen. "If you wanna do damage you gotta hit harder,lower even." He gives me a disappointed look,wich I scoff and hit again, this time with my leg,wich he catches easily.

Cause he wants to show me how to defend myself.

"Why are you so eager to hit? You have to know how to dodge, Damn it (Name)!" Bellamy seems more annoyed than usually. "We can take a break if you want to,just so you know." I rub my neck awkwardly. He runs a hand trough his dark locks before turning to me. "I just want you to be able to protect yourself, I won't allways be there." His voice sounds almost disappointed with the last statement. He looks at my face ,then at my lips before he shakes his head and leaves the training grounds.

But I got a secret I must admit,it's not his lips I want to kiss,

I giggle quietly as Octavia leads me through the green ,dark forest. She said she wants to show me something amazing,but I don't care about that,I'm just happy to be with her. We finally come to a stop. I'm ready to ask her about this right before a neon blue butterfly lands on her nose. I whiden my eyes in shock,yet the feeling is quickly replaced by admiration. "Oh my god ... How did you find this??" I almost whisper,scared I'll send the special butterfly away. O smiles,then as if on cue,the forest lights up with what seems to be thousands of butterflies,all neon blue. I didn't even notice that Octavia wasn't watching them,she had her eyes on me. I turned my gaze to her, noticing quickly how her eyes were on me already. "What,got something on my face?" I joke,hoping to ease the tension. She leans in closer, raising a hand to my cheek, cupping it softly. I feel like the time stopped,like it doesn't matter anymore,like it's just us in this world. Am I dreaming maybe? Yeah that must be it. She closes the distance between us,our lips meeting. Her soft ones on mine...this definitely feels real.

He's not the reason for the bruises 'round my neck.

Her lips trail down my neck, leaving a few kisses before her mouth returns to mine. Octavia takes the opportunity to sit in my lap,leaving kisses all over my neck and exposed collarbone.

Every time I'm sneaking out, through the back of the gate.

I step on the fallen leafs and the slightly wet ground,meeting my eyes with the smiley brunette. "What took you so long?" She lunges herself in my arms,I smile,holding her tightly. "Your brother called me in." She lets go of me, looking at me smiling. "Yeah? What'd he want?" Her hand intertwines with mine ,leading me through the forest to our usual spot. I shake my head amused at her usual behavior . "Nothin." I brush of the thoughts about Bellamy for now.

And the truth is it ain't Bellamy I undress.

I draw little circles on her belly,my head resting on her chest. Her hand loosely hangs on my back,drawing invisible shapes. We're both in our underwear,the little bunker we found while scouting being our new hanging spot when we want some alone time. " What are we doing ,O?" I sigh,not moving my position. One of my legs is over her own. "Don't think about it,not now." She kisses my forehead. We didn't even register when the bunker door opened,not until it was to late. Bellamy enters the room with his gun pointed out at us. Expecting a danger inside.

How do I find the words to tell him?

"Shit! Look away Bellamy!" Octavia almost shouts ,he tears his gaze away muttering a 'what the fuck' while me and Octavia struggle to dress ourselves. "Is this where the two of you run off to??" I ignore his words,getting pissed at my jeans zipper for not closing properly. "Fuck" I mutter anoyed,I glance over at Octavia who is already dressed. Once I'm dressed,i can't look at Bellamy,I feel like if I'd do, I would crumble to pieces.

I hooked up with Bellamy's sister.

"Care to explain what the hell is going on here?" He crosses his arms ,an angry look adorning his face,if looks can kill,I'd be so dead now. I stay quiet for a few seconds, seconds that feel like hours. "I...I don't even know what the fuck to say." I sigh dropping my head, wishing to get away from his cold , glaring eyes. "Do you know how dangerous this shit is? All alone outside the damn walls?!" He stands in front of Octavia,who doesn't look guilty,not one bit. She scoffs,anoyed. "At least when we hook up we don't do it where the whole camp hears." Her snarky reply seems to annoy Bellamy further on. His eyes then fall on me, "I was expecting so much more from you,did anything I taught you stuck in that head of yours?" Bellamy steps closer to me. I take a breath in,what am I supposed to do now??

Bellamy here's the truth, and I don't want to seem rude.

I suck a breath in," I appreciate everything you did for me,and I'm grateful,but what I do in my private life is not your business." I hold my ground, he scoffs , leaving out a sarcastic laugh. "No,it isn't. It's my business when you endenger my little sister,when you endenger yourself and our defense." He doesn't raise his voice at me,dropping his gun on the table and removing his jacket. For a second I feel like he's about to beat my ass ,but I relax once I see him slump down on the old couch. I look at Octavia,puzzled. She seems to share the same feeling.

You're not the only one on my mind...

"I'm not stupid." He starts,I sit down on the couch once I'm sure he's not going to strangle me. Octavia sits next to me, curious to what he has to say. "I'm also not blind." He looks between me and her, shaking his head amused. "We can as well wait here until the morning. It's dangerous to go out in the dark." I open my mouth to say something,yet stop myself , unable to find the right words.

I wanna be best friends ,but I don't want to pretend ,the way that I behaved is a crime.

"you...knew?" I tilt my head curious. Bellamy leaves out a small laugh. "I would be surprised if the whole camp didn't know." I look at Octavia embarrassed,yet no trace of shame lies on her face. "And you didn't say anything??" I continue on,which he just shakes his head amused. I try not to get annoyed. "I felt like shit just for feeling this way,and just now you tell me it was alright all along?!" It takes everything in my power not to strangle him, especially when he has that smile on his face.

Oh Bellamy I have to tell you,

"It was funny seeing you sweat it, each time Octavia was around. That's what you get for not coming to me straight forward. " He shrugs. "You little-" Octavia giggles, stopping me from giving a few words to her brother. I decide to calm down,happy that a big stone has been lifted off my shoulders.

I'm inlove with your little sister.

His eyes fall on me. I look at him,this time I don't feel like I'm hiding something big from him. Octavia went to sleep,leaving just me and Bellamy awake. "What are your feelings towards her?" The sudden question makes me raise my head higher.

"I'm inlove with your little sister, Bellamy."

He sighs, pleased with my answer. "Good. Take care of her for me when I'm not around." I nod eagerly. "Would die for her." He chuckles, smiling.

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Phew ,this was long. I changed the og lyrics to match as best as I could,don't judge me okay?

[holybatflapexpert]

Call for help

Greetings all. I am but a weary traveler in search of a fic I can not remember either name or author. I am in need of great help.

This author wrote reader inserts. I believe one was for The 100 so I will tag them. The definitely wrote a whole Twilight reader insert series that they completed. And the crème de la crème.

Friends when I last really came onto tumblr like a ravenous heathen, this amazing author was writing a beautiful Percy Jackson reader insert. Series long type.

Also! If it helps, this author also created like these cool extras for both the Twilight fic and was doing preorders months ago for the Percy Jackson fic. Like stickers, enamel pins, stuff like that.

Friends please. I beg of you. Help me. I’ve been searching for like an hour already. I’m in emotional distress over not being able to find this.

[t-marveland]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎 | octavia blake

Octavia Blake x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 32

Masterlist

❝━Octavia ! Choisis ton camp. Ordonna Bellamy.❞

Elle regarda son frère et partit dans le sens opposé signifiant qu'elle ne le suivrait pas. Pour rien au monde, elle n'allait t'abandonner.

[ao3feed-the100]

Solar Flare

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xI2KYBh

by Dinosinhiding

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

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

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

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

Rating: Mature

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

Categories: F/M

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

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

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

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xI2KYBh

[helloallthethingsilove]

Broken and Alone

Requested by @peterwandaparker: “Hey could you do a Bellamy imagine where the reader is overwhelmed by a lot of things but keeps it for herself until Bellamy asks her what's wrong and she just breaks down and he comforts her. A lot of fluff plz, I just discovered your blog and I love it!!”

Warnings: Anxiety, feelings of worthlessness, fluff

Bellamy Tag-List: @jodiereedus22 @colie87 @coffeebooksandfandom @littlelaia23 @littlegirl-fox

A/N:HOLY SHIT THE FEELS WITH THIS ONE not going to lie, I may have cried a bit writing this, but I’m a baby. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this writing, because I most certainly enjoyed writing this! Requests are open, as always, and enjoy the rest of your guys’s day/night!

Song to Listen To: Human by Christina Perri

I pace the control room anxiously, waiting for everyone else to come in through the locked door. I had managed to get in through the ventilation systems, but I was in here mainly for if the plan went down south. I couldn’t work technology like Monty, but I at least know how to hit the power button.

I pull at the roots of my hair as time ticks by, gnawing on my nails anxiously in the thought that Bellamy got caught, that maybe he’s already dead. I sit into a chair, rolling back as I run my hands over my face. Ever since I got out of the mountain with Clarke, I’ve had this paranoia clawing at me from the inside. Everything has been making me overthink, and causing me to go into panic attacks in case everything doesn’t go right.  

I jump to my feet as Bellamy, Monty and Clarke come into the control room, President Wallace in front of them. Monty jumps up from besides me as well, and I pull out my gun to point it at the older man’s head.

“What the hell is he doing here?” I demand, loading the gun instantaneously. All that I can see is him allowing Dr. Tsing to experiment on my friends, for refusing to let me leave when I initially got to the mountain, for almost killing me as I tried to escape. I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in his face.

“Y/N, relax,” Bellamy says, stepping forward to put a hand on my arm, lowering it back to my side. He steps in front of me as he sees the scared look in my eyes, bending down to meet my gaze, “He’s just here as leverage, alright? He’s apart of the plan. He’s not going to do anything to you, I promise.”

I look at him with a shaky breath before nodding my head, tucking the gun away back into the band of my jeans. “Okay,” I say shakily, running a hand over my mouth before stepping away with my gaze down to the ground.

“The command center’s live,” Monty says from behind me, and everyone turns to look as the monitor’s buzz with life.

Immediately my eyes go towards the screens with movement, my hands shakily pulling on the hems of my shirt as I see Raven strapped down onto a table. The other’s say something, but I can’t hear anything through the blood rushing through my ears. All I can focus on is my friend’s tied to the wall or to the tables, and the doctor’s circling them with drills in their hands.

“Tell them to stop, now!” Bellamy and I both say at the same time, and Bellamy shoves a radio towards Wallace. The man just gives him a glare, spitting out, “I won’t do that.”

“You will,” I tremble, yanking out my gun once more before pointing it at the Wallace, “Or you die. Your choice.”

Clarke negotiates with the younger Wallace over the radio, but I don’t move my gun away from him. Bellamy comes up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulder, and I can feel his breath fanning past my ear.

“Y/N,” He starts, his thumbs moving in circles against my skin, “I get you’re upset, we all are. But I need you to calm down. We’re going to get our friends out of this. Do you trust me.”

My bottom lip trembles, and I shake my head, “Yes, but I don’t trust him,” and I jut the gun forward as an example, “I’m not moving, not until I know everyone is safe.”

“I can’t do that,” The younger Wallace speaks over the radio, and Clarke gives me a look of determination. She nods her head at me, her eyes flicking to my gun. I grit my teeth as I load the gun once more, stepping closer to the man I have the barrel trained on.

“Clarke, Y/N, we need him,” Bellamy pleads from besides me, and I close my eyes to blink back tears as Clarke responds over the radio, “Don’t make me do this.”

My hand shakes violently as I hold the gun with a death grip, trembling in anger, frustration, and sadness. “I didn’t want this,” Clarke says towards President Wallace, and he shakes his head sadly, “Neither did I.”

A gunshot echoes through the room after his words, and my eyes widen at the noise. Wallace and I drop to the ground at the same time, my knees buckling with what just happened.

Clarke lowers her gun, and her eyes flick to me in slight disappointment before turning her attention to the monitors once again.

“I didn’t pull the trigger,” I mumble, my gun clanging to the ground, and my hands go to my hair once again, “I didn’t pull the trigger, Bellamy, I didn’t shoot him.”

“I know, Y/N,” He says, dropping to his knees besides me and pulling me against him, “I know you didn’t, Princess, you wouldn’t.”

I cling to him in a desperate attempt to sink into reality, my body convulsing against his chest, “I didn’t kill him.”

-

I laid in my old bed facing the wall, a blank look covering my face. After we had gotten everyone out of the mountain, we brought them back to Arcadia. All I could do was watch and made sure everyone got through the gates before I locked myself away.

My emotions were running wild. Every breath I took feel like it was going to choke me, and my throat was so tight I could barely breath. My heart was conflicted with everything that I was feeling, but my mind couldn’t figure out what to do with them.

The door to my room opens, and then clicks shut again. I don’t move from my spot as the bed dips down behind me, and strong arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer.

Bellamy tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, kissing my temple gently, before resting his chin against my shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” He mumbles softly, tracing small patterns against the skin of my hip.

Instantly my eyes unwillingly fill with tears, and my lips tremble. I shake my head at the same time as I inhale sharply. I turn quickly to face him before the tears could fall, shielding my face into his chest.

He holds me tight, as if he’d let go and I’d break into a million pieces. I weep, him being the only thing keeping me from falling apart, and I can feel his shirt growing wet beneath my cheek.

“It’s okay,” Bellamy murmur’s into my hair, sitting up slightly so I can curl into his lap, “You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m not though,” I sob, wiping away at my tears angrily, but they just keep coming, “I’m not okay. Every second of every day, I spend in fear and panic. And I’m sick of it.

“All I see is the mountain men killing off our friends, and I think about those we lost before then. I see Clarke walking away from the gates, away from us. And everyone looks at me like I’m supposed to be strong, but I can’t. I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am. At this point, I have more scars than I have friends, and I, I-”

I quit talking as my breathing picks up, and soon enough, I’m hyperventilating. I cry because of the emotions running through my body, and I cry harder at the fact that I can’t breath. I feel like I’m slipping away from my sanity.

“Y/N, breathe,” Bellamy orders, cupping a hand on either side of my face and forcing me to look him in the eye, “You need to slow down, take a breath. Please, Y/N, for me.”

And from his words, I eventually manage to take a breath again without feeling my throat burn, and the ghost of a smile finds its way to his face. “Good…” He starts off with a nod, “Now, listen to me. I get that you’re scared, everyone is. But you are not going through this alone. You have people, you have me. You’re not okay, and that in itself is okay. You are not obligated to be perfectly fine after everything we’ve been through, and that’s fine. Feel what you feel, but don’t let it control your life.”

Bellamy doesn’t take notice of my silence that follows, brushing his thumb along beneath my eye to catch the last tear. “I miss my happy girl,” he whispers softly, his own sad look flickering in his eyes before going away.

“I’m afraid to be happy again,” I admit, looking up at him desperately, “Whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens.”

Bellamy looks at me sadly, and for a moment we are silent together. Then he leans forward, brushing his lips against my forehead, before pulling away all too soon to look at me again. “It’s going to take time, there’s no doubting that. But I will be here for you when you are ready. When you’re ready to smile at the plants just because you think they are pretty, I’ll gather a bunch of flowers for you. When you’re ready to laugh at something, I’ll be there telling the joke. When you are ready to be happy, I will be there.”

My bottom lip trembles again, but for an entirely different emotion than sadness. I sit up on my knees and throw my arms around him, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, and his arms circle my waist once more.

“I love you, so much,” I mumble as I pull away, it being my turn now to cup his face between my hands, “No matter what.”

Bellamy offers me a small smile in return, but I can see the pain behind it still. We both have healing to do, but that’s why we are together. We will be healing with the help of one another.

“I love you, more than you will ever know,” He says, and I lean forward to kiss him softly, our lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

After everything I’ve been through, yeah, I may be broken. But when something’s is broken, you can glue it back together. For me? Bellamy is my glue.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

ESFP

Slytherin

True Neutral

Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon, Taurus Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Forehead kisses

⭑ Secretly, Octavia feels inadequate. Like she doesn’t deserve to be loved. Especially after what happened to Lincoln, she thought there was no one out there for her. That her soulmate had died when he did. But she was wrong. 

⭑ No one messes with you because of her reputation

⭑ She’s always ready to fight anyone who wants to talk shit about you

⭑ She likes PDA actually. It’s almost a dominant thing where she wants everyone to know that you’re taken. 

⭑ Always makes sure you’re safe. She couldn’t bare if anything happened to you. 

⭑ Quick chaste kisses before a battle

⭑ Teaching you the best techniques so you’ll be able to look after yourself 

⭑ Deciding that you’re each other’s forever person. So you love one another forever and always. 

⭑ Very affectionate; she likes to be held by you, lean her forehead against yours, hold your hand to her cheek. 

⭑ She loves it when you put your head on her shoulder

⭑ Usually bathing together - not in a sexual way. Just helping each other out. It’s doing these everyday tasks that depression can creep up on Octavia. You found her crying with wet hair, half-washed and cold. So from that moment, you accompany her. You don’t mind at all. She really appreciates it. 

⭑ People wondering why you’re together - thinking you’re too pure for Octavia. But you always give those people a stern glare or even defend your relationship, when you’ve had enough. 

⭑ When you’re in bed together, she’ll turn over and curl up into your side. 

⭑ Her being scared of telling you all the things she’s done, the decisions she’s made - 

⭑ She thinks you deserve better. That she’s tainted in some way; a darkness in her that won’t go away. But you’re like a light in that darkness. You chase it away. 

⭑ Making her absentmindedly smile

⭑ You have a big sense of humor and constantly have Octavia in stitches 

⭑ Loves it when you play with her hair

⭑ Especially when you braid it

Relationship Tropes:

Two Broken People Healing Together

Grounded & Strong-willed x Overdramatic Dumbass

Dark & Broody x Ray of Sunshine

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ She switches between being slow and sensual to fast and rough. Depending on how she’s feeling that day and what’s happened. If she’s had a tough day, then get ready to be ravished. 

⭑ Likes looking into your eyes when her fingers are inside you

⭑ Whispers praise into your ear 

⭑ She gets jealous when other people look at you, so she likes to remind you who you belong to. 

⭑ Octavia will leave bite marks and hickeys all over your body

⭑ A lot of dry humping 

⭑ She really likes your smell, and will bury her nose into her neck to inhale as much of it as she can

⭑ Is a switch, which might be a bit shocking. But Octavia does like to be dominated.

⭑ She loves hearing you moan her name

⭑ Morning sex 

⭑ Sex before bed 

⭑ Great at looking after you when you’ve both orgasmed. She’ll hold you tight and make sure you’re comfortable. 

  “I love you,” she’d croak. Her voice hitched in her throat. 

[violets-page]

Heart on Fire

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

enemies-to-lovers | word count 7.5k | Series

MASTERLIST | SERIES PLAYLIST

You were Finn’s sister. Key word was, before she killed him. You didn’t expect him to die. You thought Clarke would go up there and fix things. Just like she always did. 

How pathetic.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

“Finn! Finn!” your 10-year-old body was tossed back as you slammed into the body of your older brother. He reached for you in concern but you were already back on your feet bouncing around.

“Look what I made for you!” You held up what appeared to be a ball of trash salvaged from the cafeteria dumpsters. Your little hands held it up for him as if it were your baren soul and he was God. He tried not to grimmince at its appearance, afraid to break your young heart. The smell didn’t help. He was pretty sure there was still rotting food on that paper plate you had glued to the structure.

When he finally worked up the nerve to hold the thing you continued, “I made it in art, were learning how to reuse and confer our materials.” Your smile was so bright that he forced a grin.

“Conserve?” Your brow furrowed in confusion and he shook his head with a smile, quickly dismissing it.

He held it up trying to get a better look at the materials. He had no idea what it was supposed to be, but if he told you that... Well, he could already imagine the eye roll he would receive.

You moved forward wrapping your arms around his legs, as high as you could reach. Your little fists grabbing fistfuls of pants as you held on impossibly tight. Although Finn was only two years older than you, he was much taller, Having a tall father and an early growth spurt didn’t help. 

You glanced up to him studying his towering frame. He had always bested you at every game but hide and seek. You figured it was because he was taller and older.

“I wish my dad was tall.” You absentmindedly voiced.

He chuckled as he dragged his feet along painfully slow, taking you with him.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Your face paled as you saw Clarke walking away from the commander and towards Finn. Something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the sibling bond or maybe you were confusing it with your own, but you swear you could feel the fear radiating off him. Your hands went over your stomach.

I’m going to be sick

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Your dad was dead. Your only family besides Finn, who was now too preoccupied with his new girlfriend to baby you 24/7. You couldn’t leave your bed, every time you stood up the crashing reality smacked you in the face and you found yourself on the floor in a fit of hysterics. So you chose the easier option and remained in bed. It had been five days since you’ve left your bed to do anything besides eat and even then almost all your meals consisted of canned soup.

He had gotten into an argument with the guards. He had lashed out and pushed one of them back. The guy fell so hard he cracked his skull open and died. They floated your father because of it

Maybe the short temper ran in the family.

You heard the metallic click of the door opening but couldn’t even be bothered  to check who it was. A small metal object was placed in the palm of your hand as warm fingers wrapped around your own. You looked up to see Finn’s familiar brown eyes and a frown etched upon his face. Looking down revealed an origami-type fox carefully placed in your palm. But rather than paper, it appeared to be made out of steel.

“Your dad was cunning and sly, like a fox. Like you.” You didn’t say anything, just started at the cold creature resting in your palm.

He’s stood up after a moment’s silence and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t speak then and you didn’t speak as he left the room. You couldn’t take your eyes off the fox.

The next day you went to the cafeteria.

You should have thanked him.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

When Clarke moved away and to reveal Finn’s limp head you thought you were going to die. Your heart stopped and suddenly there wasn’t enough air on earth. You fell to the grass, cold damp earth soaking into your pants as you gasped for air.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You were jogging along the halls. A smile plastered on your face as you ran to where he probably was with Raven. The fox necklace swayed back and forth with each step, the sharp edges occasionally scrapping against your chest. You’d grown accustomed to the feeling.

You froze as you saw him.

He was being dragged by guards. He didn’t appear to be struggling, His head hung down in mock shame. He looked okay enough but-

You chased after him. The slapping sound of your feet echoing through the otherwise silent halls.

“Finn! Finn!”

He attempted to turn his body as to pear at you over the guard’s shoulder, which he was barely able to manage. The moment he got a glimpse they yanked him so he was facing forward. He stumbled and tried to stop but they practically dragged him forward.

The guards completely ignored you. The only reason you knew they heard you was due to their suddenly quickening pace.

“Hey! HEY!”

One of the three guards turned around, grabbing you around the waist, restraining you so you were unable to follow Finn any farther.

“LET ME GO YOU BASTARD.”

You kicked him hard, you couldn’t see where, but from the loud crack and the way he fell straight forward you figure it must have been his knee. Whipping around your suspicions were confirmed when you saw him laying on the floor, eyes squeezed tight as he cradled the knee. which was now bent forward at an unnatural angle.

You froze, images of your father’s face flashing through your mind. You were trying to decide between fleeing and apologizing when a pair of hands were grabbing you. They bent your arms behind your back placing heavy metal cuffs on you. To the Skybox you went.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You screamed. It was so loud you swear the ground trembled. Screams turned to loud sobs as your fist gripped the grass. In a frenzy, you tore it up, sobbing and screaming till a small patch in front of you sat barren. The torn-up grass lay around you a display of your anger as you punched and tore until dirt coated the underside of your nails and the bitter cold nipped at your fingertips. Eventually, you ran out of sobs, you gasped and coughed. Twice you emptied the contents of your dinner. It didn’t feel real but at the same time, it felt all too real. All too familiar.

Blood trickled down your palm where the folded metal had embedded itself in your flesh, the grip you had on the metal fox was impressive. You watched as red stained the silver metal.

And suddenly, the sadness was gone.

You were furious.

You stumbled to your feet, your knuckles white with the iron grip they had on your pocket knife. Something you had missed the memory of grabbing in your disheveled state. Your lip trembled in an angry snarl.

You wanted her dead.

Lexa. The commander. Lexa, the murderer.

You didn’t even care about the thousands of grounders surrounding the field, if you killed her then it would be worth their wrath.

You were up in seconds, not even two steps in you felt Bellamy grip your coat.

“Hey-” He mumbled

You didn’t even bother to turn around and look at him before you were shrugging the jacket off, continuing on.

Not knowing what else to do Bellamy grabbed your hair, trying his best to tug you back gently. You screamed in frustration before spinning around to look at him.

You saw the tears in his eyes but you couldn’t care less. You hammered your fists into his chest screams breaking through you. You were a mess of snot and strangled breaths. Eventually, you grew tired. A person could only cry so much before their lungs and body gave out. You allowed your legs to give out, Bellamy fell to the soil with you. His body shielding yours.

He rubbed your back, gentle whispers of apologies fell on deaf ears.

You heaved again, your whole body lurching forwards. Nothing came up, you had run out of dinner to expel.

Hiccup-filled sleep overcame you as you let the gentle circled tracing on your back lull you to a restless night.

To busy where you that you failed to notice the brunette staring at you from across the field. Worry and curiosity coated her face.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You tried to kill her for the first time that same night.

You figured it was best to strike while she was still in close proximity.

You crept through the grounder camp. Sun had fallen and the only light was the faint glow of torches scattered around.

Her tent was easy to find, it was the largest one and it was set up in the center of all the tents.

You were pleasantly surprised to find it unguarded. you thought it lay unguarded because of the grounders stupidity, you never thought it was because she could handle herself.

Years of your childhood had been spent learning how to be silent. How to run around corners without sounding a single footstep. How to breathe steady and quiet even when your heart was beating 110.

You always won hide and seek.

The only noise you made was the fluttering of tent flaps and you entered. And even then you paused a second, to let her fall back asleep if the noise had roused her.

You used this time to survey the tent. It was quite spacious. A throne sat in the center along with other chairs and tables scattered around. The whole thing was quite... rustic. If you hadn't come here to murder its occupant you might have enjoyed the space.

You took note of the mound of blankets and the general rise and fall of them.

Lexa.

You always thought she looked fragile. And as you crept closer you realized how young she actually looked. Her face, previously donning an ornate display of war paint was now clean. she had traded in her armored dress for a loser, lighter one. Her hair now lay delicately around her face, held back by a loose pony.

You sunk to your knees in front of her, her head was turned towards you as she lay on her side but her eyes remained closed. You looked up and closed your eyes.

Forgive me Finn, but this is for you.

You spent a lot of time thinking about death. How it would come, who would serve it, how it was done. Much less on the latter. You thought back to Atom and the way Clarke killed him without so much as a whimper escaping his lips.

Where had she plunged it? The side of his neck?

You didn’t know how much force it would take for your blunt knife to break through her skin. Better more than necessary than less. With that thought in mind, you raised it high above your head, ready to use whatever force necessary. You gritted your teeth and brought the knife down.

But a cold grip stopped its path midway. Your eyes flickered away from your knife and to Lexa’s face. She had shifted so she was on her back, her eyes were trained on your face. Other than that she lay unmoving.

You were frozen afraid that if you moved so would she. The two of you sat there for what felt like hours. Her eyes darting around your face and yours trained solely on her eyes.

When forever became too long she scooted up, rising to a sitting position. Hands still clasped firmly around your wrists she spoke,

“Your y/n”

This for some reason made you livid.

You struggled out of her grip raising the knife again. She wrapped her nimble fingers around your wrists, they were warm against your bitter cold skin. When she yanked the knife down towards her you were more than caught off guard. Your eyes widened in alarm as the blade sunk into the hard earth.

She used her body weight to push you up off of her, your grip remained on your knife as she flipped so she was on top of you. One leg on either side of your hips.

You tried not to think about what she was wearing underneath the thin garment. You turned your thoughts to other matters. Such as murder. You glared at her as you found yourself unable to pull the knife from the ground.

She did that on purpose

You had two choices; Leave the knife in the ground and attempt to fight her in hand-to-hand combat, something you were sure she would win and you couldn’t use to kill her. Or, attempt to wiggle free and grab the knife.

You didn’t have time to decide as the tent flaps rustled.

You froze but Lexa jumped to action. She grabbed her previously tossed aside blankets and tossed them so they covered your whole body. The blankets wrapped carefully around her waist so that she was able to stay on top of you and still keep you concealed. You felt the knife leave your grip as she plucked it from your grip, pushing your hands under the blanket only moments before the footsteps grew closer.

“Clarke would like to meet with you”

She sighed and you felt her hips shift upwards, the auction caused your shirt to ride up and you fought against the urge to yank it back down.

“Tell her it’s late and I will see her in the morning”

“It’s about the Collins girl.”

Lexa froze and the stranger took this as a sign to continue.

“She said that she’s dangerous and wants revenge. I will station extra guards at your door tonight.”

“That won’t be necessary Indra.”

Indra sighed in annoyance but made no action to argue.

“As you wish commander.”

The rustling of the tent singled her exit and you heard Lexa let out a deep exhale. You pushed the covers off as Lexa rose to a standing position. Your knife clutched in her palm.

She rushed to a chest in the corner of the tent as you stood. She walked back and threw a dark brown cloak over your shoulders quickly knotting it in the front. Your eyes watched her fingers knot the laces nimbly. She tugged the hood so low over your face that you could no longer see past her lips, then she turned you around ushering you through the tent towards the back. Understanding where this was going you stopped her before she could push you out, you spun around and pulled the hood off.

“My knife!”

Her lips quirked up in a smirk, although you could physically feel her annoyance. She pulled the hood back down and pushed you out.

Without your knife, it would be impossible to kill her. Especially now that she was alert and awake. You made your way back to the camp, a snarl embedded on your face.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

The second time you tried to kill how was somehow even less successful.

Clarke had dragged you with her to the grounder camp, convince you needed to get out, see new people and socialize to break you from your depressed trance.

You were standing at a fire pit in the middle of the village. Your hands wrapped limply around yourself as you watch the wood crackle and burn. Turning coal-black as the fire consumed its life. You were actively avoiding socializing.

The crunching of twigs and leave along with the faint scent of lavender and cedarwood informed you of her presence. You were determined not to show her a reaction, much less acknowledge her presence. You clenched your fist, the nails too soft to draw blood but definitely leaving marks. You didn’t allow your eyes to leave the fire, not even for a second.

Ignoring her became impossible once she started talking. No matter how much you hated it you found yourself listening to her. Your anger grew deeper by the second until you snapped and lost it when she spouted off something about knowing what it was like because she lost her dead girlfriend, Cynthia, or some shit.

Before you could even rethink your own actions you had tackled her to the ground. Now it was your turn to straddle her. Your hands gripped her throat and you felt your nails sink into her skin. Her clawing hands against your flesh felt like a fever dream.

“You don’t know shit.”

It happened so fast, you were pulled off of her by a few grounders only to be met with a furious Clarke. You didn’t even spare a glance at Lexa as you were dragged away.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You were sitting on the floor of the dropship as Clarke crouched down in front of you. Bellamy stood not too far away with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Y/n look at me.” She gripped your chin and turned your head towards her, away from where your eyes were trained on the floor. You rubbed at your wrists in an anxious attempt to soothe the pain. They were scattered in a flurry of shallow scratches and bruises

“You are risking everything. Finn died so we could live. He died so you could live.”

You hated the way they excused the Grounders’ actions. How they talked about Finn’s death like it was some kind of hero move.

Like he had a choice

You blinked back the tears that were coming up. Bellamy spoke up and your eyes shot back to him.

“Look we’ve arranged for a peace dinner with the grounders in one week. You’ll go with us and apologize, state your peace and we’ll clear this all up.”

When you didn’t speak Clarke sighed

“Look if you don’t want to do this for us then do it for Finn. Don’t let his death be worth nothing.”

Then they were gone.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

One week. One week of pawning over the idea of Lexa. They weren’t forcing you to worship her or even enjoy her company. Simplify tolerate her. You would be able to manage.

The room was dark, its only light sources being the thin slit windows and a few scattered candles. It smelled rather musty and the whole vibe creeped you out.

A wide array of grounders as well as Octavia and Lincoln stood in front of an outstretched table in waiting.

You followed Clarke, Bellamy behind you, his hand rested firmly on your lower back as if afraid that you would go on a murder spree. Clarke stopped in front of Lexa and you moved to stand on her left-hand side. You looked up to see the positions of the rest of your people only spot the fading purple bruise and red fingernail impressions on Lexa's neck. Clarke had wrapped yours gingerly up. Lecturing you on infection and losing limbs. It seemed Lexa had more pressing priorities. Furthermore, she had made no attempt to conceal them. Maybe it was an attempt to remind you of why you were here. You quickly looked down to the table when you felt the familiar burning sensation of her gaze.

Kane spoke up, offering her a bottle of moonshine as a display of peace. You watched as the buff man next to her took the drink from his hands before handing it to Lexa.

“Thank you, Marcus, of the sky people.”

It was weird to hear someone other than Abby call him Marcus.

“You’re welcome. Lexa kom Trikru. Just don’t drink too much of it”

You began to ponder when you would be made to apologize. That was the whole reason you had been brought here. You weren’t looking forward to it but you did want to get it over with. As though sensing your thoughts you could feel her gaze drift over you. You stiffened at her voice.

“Y/n let us drink together” Clarke had to nudge you in the ribs for you to look up.

Lexa’s face was void of emotion, a stark contrast from the night in her tent. It startled you.

Unable to find words you just nodded at her, watching as the buff men from earlier and another man poured the drink into two chalice like glasses. She reached across the table, handing you the glass. Your hesitation was notable but nonetheless, you reached forward and grabbed the glass, careful with your hand placement as to avoid hers.

“Heda, allow me.”

What she was gonna offer you a drink and then not even drink with you?

You watched as the buff man raised the chalice towards his lips. All eyes were on him but his eyes rested solely on you. You hadn’t considered the threat of poison. But precautions were smart, especially with you present.

When nothing happened he handed the chalice back to Lexa and you felt yourself releasing a breath in relief.

“Tonight we celebrate our newfound peace.” You noted the smoothness of Lexa’s voice, along with the power it contained. “Tomorrow we plan our war. to those we've lost” she raised her chalice to you.

It felt like you were being mocked. You wanted to scream at her and fall to the floor and break things. Instead, you raised the glass, a ghost of a smile etched across your face.

“And to those we will soon find.”

The chalice was brushing your lips when the taster collapsed on the table. He coughed and everyone backed away. The tension in the room was suffocating as the man fell to the floor. His coughs along with mutters from the grounders filled the air. You had completely forgotten about the cup in your hand until Bellamy knocked it to the floor, startling you.

Indra’s sword was drawn, she moved it back and forth slightly in a threat. You had to stop your tongue from shooting out to gather what moquer had collected there.

“Sky people”

The tables were pushed aside and Bellamy jumped in front of you and Clarke, His arms outstretched in a defensive position.

Clarke screamed words of reason to Lexa but she was too busy shouting to her people in her own tongue to pay Clarke much mind.

Arms were suddenly on your body, yanking you out of the room. The familiar feeling made you panicked. You kicked at your restrainers trying with every fiber of your being to be set free. But the men were much bigger than you and had obviously had more combat training. Your arms remained pinned at your sides despite your thrashing. You faintly heard someone yell ‘search them’.

Lexa walked up to you as you continued to toss and turn against the restraints of the guards as they searched you. Your bandages dangled from your wrists like chains and you were positive the bruising was magnified.

“I thought you would learn, I thought you would stop for the betterment of your people.”

Though her words were logical and govern based, her face was a sea of disappointment and regret.

“If Clarke says it wasn’t us then it wasn't us! It wasn’t me.”

But your words meant nothing to her when one of the men pulled a small bottle out of your pocket and held it up to her.

You'd never seen Lexa angry before. You'd seen disappointment, pain, annoyance but up until this point, you’d been graced with a lack of anger. And thank god for that, because angry Lexa made your heart stall and your limbs lock.

“You never learn do you?”

“That's not even mine.” Your mind ventured back to when the guards had patted the group down, you especially.

“It was planted by one of your men!”

She looked across the room taking in the faces of everyone as if trying to come to decision. You mentally crossed your fingers. She had no reason to trust you, but god hoped she would.

“No sky person leaves this room.” Her voice was powerful and you were reminded of how she got her role, and it was far from being forgiving.

She was gone, storming out. Many of the members of her group following closely behind.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You were sitting at one of the chairs, head in your hands when you heard footsteps approach before stopping in front of you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Clarke’s familiar brown shoes.

“Y/n, I need to know the truth”

Somewhere along the line of landing on the ground and Finn dying, Clarke had formed a kind of motherly bond to you. That love was long gone. You stared into her frantic and upset eyes and felt a spreading loneliness within. Your face felt on fire with rage.

“I am telling the truth.”

“Look we all know you wanted her dead yesterday. Finn told me about you dad and-”

And just like that, you snapped. Sometimes it scared you, how little it took to set you off the edge. You didn't register what was happening until your fist was connected with her face. The room went quiet as people stood up, ready to spring in between if necessary.

“I didn't kill anyone.” You looked her up and down and saw how her face fell. She knew what you were saying. You never really blamed Clarke for his death, but you knew she did. And for some reason, it felt good to push the thorn in a little deeper.

You glanced over your shoulder as her eyes zoned in on the area behind you. You half expected to see Lexa holding an ax with the look Clarke had on her face. Except you were met with emptiness.

“Go away” she spoke. For a split second, you thought she was talking to you but her eyes were trained in the distance.

“Clarke.” She didn't seem to hear you. Abby stood next to you, looking at her daughter with concern as she continued to talk to the empty space.

“You gave me no choices.” Her voice was now a sob and you understood who she was talking to, or at least, thought she was talking to.

Your hand on her shoulder broke her out of the daze. She looked between you and her mother before hurrying away to sit alone in the corner.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

About an hour went by before any of the grounders came back, and when they did you knew it was going to be bad. Indra had her eyes set on you, a stony glare coating her features. Not that she was ever not glaring.

“Take her away.”

The two male guards that had followed her made their way to you.

Bellamy was in front of you before they could lay hands on you.

“She didn't poison anyone!”

Your hands trembled as you grabbed a fistful of Bellamy’s jacket.

“I argued for all of you to die, but the commander is merciful. She wants only one.”

Only one death, how sweet.

“She’s innocent.” You had never truly spoken to Lincoln but were immensely grateful for his attempted help. You were grateful for all of their help. Especially considering what they knew about what you had done.

But it mattered to no one.

“I. Don’t. Care.” Indra's voice was cruel. Void of any mercy or kindness that you could sometimes pick up in Lexa’s.

You barely registered Octavia’s attempts to fight off the guards as you allow yourself to be dragged away. You faintly heard Indra saying the rest of them were free but soon after all noises faded, drowned by the hammering in your heart and your shaky breath.

You didn’t poison the drink. You were sure of it. But with everyone acting as though you had you felt partially responsible for any results that came out of this conclusion.

They had strung you to a pole in the center of the grounds. Your arms bound tightly above your head. It reminded you of a much nicer incident.

You hated how vulnerable the position made you feel. You tried to stay standing but your shaky knees gave out many times as you slid down the pole before attempting to stand again. The ropes rubbed your now exposed wrists raw.

Lexa stood in front of you, her hand rested upon the hilt of her sword as you eyed it in fear.

“I take no joy in this y/n” surprisingly, you believed her. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to kill you.

“But this time, justice will be served.” You tried not to look at your friends. Afraid that if you saw their terrified faces that you would break down right then and there in sobs.

You tried to think of Finn, of him greeting you with open arms and his boyish grin. You allowed these thoughts to steady your heart until you were able to stand and speak clearly.

“I didn't do it.” You watched as she drew her blade raising it to your arm.

“How is that justice” This came out as a snarl, causing Lexa to dive the blade expertly through your flesh. You screamed as she sliced the flesh on your bicep.

Her cut was a gift of mercy compared to the others you received.

Indra’s was long and hateful as she lifted your shirt to cut your stomach. She took her time dragging the blade from one side to the other until you couldn't bite back your cries. Her eyes remained trained on your face, a slight gleam of pride visible in her eyes.

You didn't know the names of the next eight grounders who approached you to leave cuts, not that it mattered anyway. You couldn't see anything over the tears in your eyes. Your head was spinning and all that you could think about was the stinging sensations that covered your body.

Back on the ark you and Finn would watch old action movies. When the hero was being tortured they showed no signs of breaking. They remained cool and collected. You were now realizing just how fake those movies were.

Your body slumped in relief when the cuts momentarily stopped. You saw a blur of blonde, as as the tears cleared from your eyes you saw Clarke standing there drinking from the bottle.

You watched, unable to even make a noise of protest. You waited for her to collapse in screams or start spazzing as the other man had, but nothing happened.

You caught bits and pieces of the conversation

“It was you..”

“Never harm me...”

“Alliance”

“She didn't do this and you know it.”

Lexa looked back at you, you were staring straight at her, waiting. The gentleness in her eyes was back, even if for just a moment. It was enough for you to let your heavy eyelids fall closed. The look however, quickly disappeared as she turned to Gustus.

Your head was pounding. You prayed they would either hurry up and get on with it or just let you go.

You faintly registered Lexa’s familiar blade slicing the restraints. Your body fell flush against her, unable to hold itself.  She was lean but muscular, it was visible in the way she held you. But like hell were you going to let her.

The moment you were released from the restraints you pushed Lexa away. Gently enough for the grounders not to throw a fit, but hard enough that there was now some distance between you.

“I don't need you to keep saving me.” She looked about ready to let you go until you fell forward onto her. You knew some grounders used poisoned knives, Finn himself had been the victim to one. But you didn’t think you’d live long enough to feel the effects of any of them.

Lexa had one arm under your legs and the other behind your lulled back head. She carried you away from the crowds and from your people as they watched on.

“Yeah, you do.”

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You woke up with a scream. You were in a bed, in a simple room. Plain concrete walls and simple wooden furniture. Bottles and herbs were scattered on the tables and a fire in the corner that appeared to be brewing something.

You felt a faint touch on your leg and yanked it back. Lexa looked up at you from her kneeling position at the foot of the bed in annoyance.

“You move in your sleep. And you talk. I couldn’t even patch a wound.”

You looked down, embarrassed. You were very aware of these facts. The nightmares had started after your fathers’ death and intensified after Finn’s. Usually, Clarke would comb your hair and whisper reassurances until you passed back out. Most of the time though you just avoided sleep.

Lexa reached for your leg and you let her have it. Only then did you realize that your earlier clothes had been removed and you were clad in a slip that looked very much like the one she once wore.

Smelled like it too.

You watched as she smeared a type of green goo over the wounds before wrapping them in scraps of cloth. Her eyes never left your legs, you abruptly became hyper-aware of the many scars that covered them. You stared at her, afraid that if you took your eyes off her for even a second you would be back on the pole, cut open.

“What will happen to Gustus?” You feared the answer but you felt it was necessary for you to hear. Lexa was bad, and it was best for you to remember that.

“He is dead”

“Already?”

She didn't say anything, just continued working on your leg, her finger gentile in every moment. When she ran out of the poultice she stood, moving to the table of herbs and bottles and combining things at what to you appeared to be completely random.

“Where you going to kill me?” the only sign that your question had affected her was the loud click of her setting down one of the bottles.

“You tried to kill me twice.”

She wasn't wrong, but something about her confirming it made you want to puke.

“I gave you an antidote to the poison but it contains some ingredients that some people react poorly to. I have told your friends that you will be spending the night here.” You stayed quiet, not wanting to accept her request but too scared and exhausted to try and deny her.

She turned back to face you, a new batch of the poultice sitting ready in her hands. She hesitated, freezing in front of you.

The remaining cuts had been on your stomach

You really didn't want Lexa in a position where she could easily kill you, or one in which you appeared vulnerable.

“I can do it myself” she made no attempt to hand you the bowl.

“Your wrists are injured. I don’t think it’s best at this stage.”

Arguing with her would surely result in the loss of your writs, and more than likely your dignity as well. She turned her back on you allowing you to remove the dress. You covered your lower half with a stray blanket but couldn't find another one to cover your breasts.

Your bra had been removed with the rest of the clothes. You laid down and trained your eyes and the dirty cement ceiling as you tried not to think about how exposed you were. You attempted to cover yourself by crossing your arms across your chest.

“O-okay.”

She watched you, slowly creeping forward, you gulped, trying not to look at her as her cold fingers ran across your stomach. Besides applying the paste you noticed she was actively avoiding touching you. Nonetheless, your hair stood on ends. When the pulltace was applied you sat up so she could wrap your stomach. She pulled the blanket over you. Letting you relax as you were once again modest.

You had thought the assault was over but you were deeply wrong. You leaned back against the headboard and balled the sheets as she made her way forward. Before you knew what was happening she was in between your legs as you sat on the bed., She stood looming over you before dipping her finger into the bowl of poultice.

She gripped your chin, her touch was feathery, barely there at all. With the finger that wasn't covered in green liquid, she moved your hair out of your eyes before applying the poultice to a cut on your forehead. This action seemed even more intimate then when she was stroking your barley clad body.

When she was done she pulled her lip in between her teeth, gnawing on it in consideration. You stared back up at her, breathing hitched as you waited for what was to come next. Lexa, you realized, scared you. The uncertainty of her, one moment you knew exactly what she was feeling at the next she was a hooded figure.

Your breathing faltered as she leaned further down till your noses were practically touching. You sat frozen and she took this as an okay.

Her lips were on yours and your heart faltered. Her eyes were closed but yours remained wide open.

You shoot up, the sudden movement causing her to tumble back. She sat on the floor, her hands behind her propping her up as you towered over her. You stood so close that her head was tilted almost all the way back to look at you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing.” Something similar to... fear, flashed across her face.

“Just because I wasn't the one that tried to kill you doesn't mean we’re friends.”

And just like that, the emotion was gone. Her face was void, no anger, no sadness. Nothing. It was unsettling. Your eyes shot down to look at her lips. They were unnaturally red, from biting them you realized.

“Or anything else.”

And before she could say anything or have you killed or anything that could possibly come with turning down the powerful leader of 12 clans-

You were gone.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

That night you sat on your bed hands clasped in your lap as your anxious foot bounced.

The nerve of her.

More than the shock of the kiss was the shock that she would want to kiss you. You had tried to kill her twice and hours ago she was ready to watch you die.

Those facts must have somehow been lost on her. The more you thought about it the more it made your blood boil. You figured it was best to go to sleep now. Before you did something you regretted.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You gasped for air as her gentile fingers traced your hip bones. Hot breath fanned against your ear as silk sheet caressed your back.

Warm wet lips were on your neck, it was soft and hungry and loving. Fingers moved from your hips to grip your arching back. The pressure strong enough to be dominant but not enough to hurt.

The kisses trailed from your neck down to your collarbone, getting sloppier with want. They hesitated above your breasts before moving away.

You felt warmth around your waist as someone straddled you. Their fingers traced along the curves of your breast before tangling in your hair, tugging it back. You tilted your head back as they resumed the sloppy assault on your neck.

The warms and loving nature made something stir in your stomach and you found yourself opening your eyes.

“Lexa?”

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for air. You searched your room, half expecting to see the brunet there with a knowing smirk on her face. You sighed in relief when she wasn't.

You ran your hands through your hair, trying not to picture it being her hands.

You needed answers.

You tucked the pocket knife Bellamy had given you as a replacement for your old one carefully in your pocket.

Crickets were the only audible sound around as you slipped your boots on trying to distract your mind from the dream in an attempt to lull your racing heart.

“Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan..” you recited the names of every one of the original 100 four times before you made it to where Lexa was staying.

Her guards followed you into the building only for you to be met with more guards. At the sight of you her back straightened.

“Leave us.” the guards made no attempt to leave her side, not until she shouted something at them in a langue you couldn’t understand.

Once they were gone she stood, her face was once again painted as she wore her armored gear. You held your breath as she walked toward you but quickly let it go when she walked right past you. There was a table in the corner of the room with an assortment of knickknacks, including medicine and weapons.

She picked up a small dagger made from scrap metal, The hilt wrapped with cloth and vines. You recognized it as your own.

She twirled the knife on her finger, blade down until blood pooled at the tip. Her face showed no sign of pain as she watched the blood. She examined the dagger before lifting the blood to her lips and sucking it off.

Your stomach flipped at the sight. She was testing its strength, determining whether or not to give it back.

You weren’t thinking as you moved You hips against hers pushed her up against the table. Her hands went down to grip its side.

You plucked your knife from her grasp. Something you knew was only possible because she was allowing it. Her face was one of amusement as you pressed the cool metal of the knife tighter against her skin. You two had danced this dance many times, and you both knew how it ended. Your assassination attempts were practically laughable at this point.

You tilted your head surveying her face. She didn't look scared, her hands didn’t shake the way yours were. In fact, the only sign that she had been even a little put of by your display was the shark intake of breath she had originally taken. But that of course could also be because you knocked the wind out of her.

Her eyes traveled your face before her mouth quirked up. You both knew you weren't going to hurt her. And even if you wanted to, you’d both learned that she could easily take you.

In more ways than one

You glared at her as the thought rose to your mind, as if blaming her for them. You became increasingly aware of her warm hips pressed against yours.

If she wanted out of this position she would be.

You gave yourself a quick metal pep talk, scared that her unnerving gaze would make you backdown

You had come all this way to find out...

You let the knife clatter to the floor as you rested your hands on the table behind her. She was caged in between you, faintly you felt your cool fingertips brush her warm hands.

You focused your gaze on her eyes, not allowing her lips to be your distraction.

“Why'd you kiss me?”

You had tried to figure this out on your own. At first, you thought it could be a vulnerability tactic, make you weak before killing you, but she had already had you tired to a pole previously. Next, you thought she was trying to get you to react so that you’d lash out and she could end the alliance. But when you failed to find reasoning, she was your only source for an answer.

You didn’t miss the widening of her eyes or the speedy rise and fall of her chest.

The room stayed silent and you felt your gut twist at the idea of this going horribly south.

You leaned in closer until you could feel the fanning breath from her parted lips against your own. You were loosely aware of your near touching chests.

“Hmm?”

“Why do most people kiss each other.” Her answer was strangely unsatisfying. Your eyes narrowed.

“You killed my brother. I really hope you don't think anything will ever happen between us.”

You waited for the anger or disappointment, but it never came. You found yourself disappointed by this.

“I spared you” you scoffed at her

As if that would instantly fix everything

You glared at her as you stood, moving away from her. When she said nothing else you tuned to leave. You paused in front of the door. You didn’t turn around. You didn’t want to see her face after the words slipped from your lips.

“I'd rather die than ever touch you.”

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PART.2 

[fictional-worlds]

Captured (Bellamy Blake X Reader)

Pt. 1 I Pt. 2

Plot: Back in Season 1, Lincoln isn't the only one captured by Bellamy and his group. Bellamy takes an interest in Lincoln's clan mate.

Warnings: Violence, torture, cussing, attempt rape,

Ps. Some of the actions in this version of The 100 might not be exactly the same. I also added a new thing that wasn’t in the series. If a grounder has someone they like or want to pursue, they can say “mine” or “claimed” which starts the courting cycle thingy. I don’t know I thought it would be interesting.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The 100 characters nor do I claim to own you

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Italics= grounder language

I wait anxiously in Lincoln’s cave, not having heard from him all day. The woods have been getting more and more dangerous with skaikru running around.

I hear the make-shift door to his cave open and I turn to face him. He’s carrying a girl in his arms, a couple of years younger than me. I examine her clothes and look for tribal marks but found none. I growl, “skaikru?! Why did you bring her here?”

“Y/N, I didn’t know you’d be here… She needed help. What did you want me to do? Leave her there to die?” Lincoln sets the girl on the ground.

I pace around the unconscious girl, “she is skaikru! She will bring death upon you and our people if her people find her with trikru! They will think we kidnapped her!”

Lincoln sighs and ties her arms to a bar along the wall. “She isn’t like them, she wouldn’t harm us.”

“I hope you know what you are talking about...”

~~~ (Time skip)

Turns out he didn’t know what he was talking about as that we were both tied to the chains connected to the walls. Skaikru came looking for her and when they found her with us a fight ensued. Lincoln was hit unconscious and we were dragged out of Lincoln’s home back to their camp.

Lincoln was still unconscious but I was awake and tugging at my chains. Two of the skaikru men came up and laughed at me.

“Looks like they caught a live one,” the blond one nudges the other.

The dark-haired man approaches me and grabs my chin, lifting it upwards to see my face, “a pretty one too.”

I lunge forward and try to bite his hand when he slaps me. “B****!”

He grabs me by the hair to pull my head back, “why don’t we teach you a lesson on respect.” He presses his body on mine and the blonde man approaches from behind, grabbing my waist with one hand and my breast with another.

I struggle in their grasp and I look to my right, where Lincoln is but he’s still knocked out cold.

Both men start groping and grinding on me while I squirm to try and get away.

The men laugh again, “see that's more like it sweetheart.” One of them starts unzipping their pants and the other takes off my top.

My trikru blood pounds inside me, not accepting defeat. I crush the dark-haired man’s foot with mine and I throw my head back, successfully knocking out the blond man behind me. My chest heaves.

“You slut! You’re going to pay for that!” The dark-haired man tries to come at me but the latch and door open and a black-haired man with freckles on his face comes up.

“What is going on here!?” He looks around to examine the situation, seeing one man passed out behind me, my top on the floor, my face bruised, and the other man’s pants and buckle unzipped.

The black-haired man, known as Bellamy, turns to the dark-haired one with fury burning in his eyes.

“What the hell did you do Mark?” (Mark is just a made-up character)

“B-Bellamy, no I didn't-”

Bellamy punches the man in the face, knocking him to his knees. “We don’t do that here, not ever. Not even to grounders. You understand?!”

“Y-yes, Bellamy”

“Now, get your friend and go. You’re both on hunting duty for the rest of the week. You’ll go out of the safety of these walls and risk your life as punishment.”

“But, we’ve never been outside of the wall.”

“Then you shouldn't have tried to rape that woman, now GO!”

I stare at Bellamy in disbelief that he would try to defend a member of the trikru clan or in general a grounder

The man grapes his dizzy friend and leads him down the ladder and then lowers himself down, closing the door on his way out.

“I’m sorry about that, it was unacceptable.”

I stay silent, not knowing whether to trust him or not.

“You do understand me right?”

More silence.

Bellamy sighs and grabs my top from the ground. Though in shreds, he puts it over my shoulders and ties it to cover as much as my front as possible. Even though I had a bra on, I was still grateful he did that. I examine his face as he searches mine, his warm dark brown eyes, strong jawline, straight nose, and freckles litter his handsome face.

Handsome?! I looked at the ground, disappointed in myself. He’s the enemy, I chanted in my head.

Lincoln stirs awake, his chains jiggling as he moves. He looks to his left and sees me there, chained like him. He tugs against his chains, trying to reach me.

Bellamy’s face turns cold.

“Miller, Drew! Get up here now!”

I give Lincoln a nod, a sign that I’m okay and he instantly calms down putting an emotionless façade. I follow his lead.

Miller and Drew open the latch and stand behind Bellamy waiting for instructions.

“It's time to get some answers. How many of you are there?”

Silence…

“How many of you are there?!”

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Lincoln and I stared straight at the metal wall in front of us.

“Fine, we’ll have to do this the hard way”

Bellamy starts beating Lincoln, although my heart pounds in my chest, I keep looking straight, not even acknowledging my injured friend.

They look through our things and find Lincoln’s journal, in it pictures of a beautiful dark-haired girl.

Bellamy’s face sours even more at the realization that a grounder has been spying on his precious little sister.

A blond woman climbs the ladder and tells Bellamy that ‘Finn’ was poisoned when he was stabbed. Bellamy tells her about the vials he found in our bags.

Clarke gets on her knees in front of us and starts pointing at the vials.

“Please you have to help him! Which one is the antidote?”

Her head whips, looking back and forth between us.

Bellamy pushed her back and grabbed a seatbelt with a pointed end.

He looks at me with pity for my friend and he raises his arm, ready to strike.

“If he doesn’t want to tell us, then we’ll make him”, Bellamy whips Lincoln a couple of times.

All I could do was clench my hands and grit my teeth together, trying not to stare or blurt out which vial was the antidote.

After a while, Bellamy stabbed Lincoln’s hand and another girl, whose name was Raven, climbed up basically crying.

“He’s getting worse, we need to know now!” She looks at Bellamy.

Bellamy puts down the seatbelt, “He won’t tell us!”

Raven walks to a panel and rips out a couple of wires and slides them together, causing sparks to fly, “he will”

I look at Lincoln for the first time since the beatings started. He looks afraid, afraid of this new item.

Raven presses the wires against him and he convulses, “tell me which vial is the antidote!”

I look at Bellamy, my eyes begging him to stop this madness. I would tell him which is the antidote but I know if Lincoln wanted them to know he would tell them himself. Bellamy senses my eyes on him and his eyes meet mine. He looks at the ground out of guilt before settling his eyes on Lincoln again, refusing to meet my eyes again.

Raven shocks him again.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?!” the black-haired girl from Lincoln’s journal had climbed the ladder and joined the ‘party’.

Lincoln’s eyes meet hers and she tries to reach for him, “he’ll tell me!”

She gets on her knees and points at the vials just like Clark did. When that didn’t work, Raven cuts me with the same poisoned knife that sliced through Finn.

I grimaced at the pain but didn’t move much. Bellamy had tried to stop Raven but she was desperate to save Finn. He looked at me with alarmed eyes, “just tell us!” Without looking at Lincoln, I felt his eyes on me and shook my head, telling him not to tell them.

Octavia steals the knife from Raven and slices her forearm.

She gets on her knees again, “is it this one?” Lincoln hesitates but I grunt in pain, feeling the poison spread in my blood. He moves his head to signal one of the vials.

Octavia looks back to Bellamy and hands him the vial, “it’s this one!”

“How can we trust him?’

Octavia looks at me, “give it to her first.”

I stopped paying attention to what was happening as I tried to concentrate on my breathing that was getting heavier as my eyes got droopy.

Bellamy rushes to me, worry in his eyes. He tilts my head back with one hand and with the other he pours some of the vial into my mouth. I swallow it all and gasp for air. Forgetting that we were not alone, Bellamy put my head on his shoulder and pats my head. He whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry.”

Clarke breaks up our moment by taking the vial, letting Octavia take a swig before rushing down the ladder to give it to Finn. The rest of the people make their way downstairs now that the drama was over. Only leaving the two prisoners and the two siblings. Octavia tends to Lincoln, whispering apologies.

I lift my head off of Bellamy’s shoulder and look deep into his eyes.

His eyes bore into mine.

The next word out of my mouth has Lincoln staring at me, surprised and Bellamy’s eyes fill with confusion.

“Mine”

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A/N: Hello… I know, I’ve been gone for a long time. I promise it wasn’t on purpose, I was just super busy with college and life but I finally got my groove back! Now that I’m on winter break, I’ll update and release stories a lot more! Don’t forget requests are open!!!! As always, thank you for the support, and let me know what you think about this oneshot! (and if you want more parts to it!). Add yourself to my taglists here !

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Safe & Sound [1]

Chapter One: Pilot

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader & Wells Jaha x Reader

Warnings: Swearing & Mild Violence

Word Count: 3637

Author’s Note: Welcome to the first chapter of my very first series here on tumblr! I hope you guys come enjoy the ride and stay until the end. I know there are a few Bellamy x Reader fanfic series on here now, but I really wanted to put my own spin on a The 100 rewrite. Also, please let me know if you want to be tagged in any future parts by either PMing me or through my ‘Ask Me Anything’ tab on my profile!

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      It was supposed to be like any other day. I’d wake up, the guard would give me three small portions of food throughout the day, whilst rereading the various classics and Greek mythology books my father sent. Eventually, I’d fall back asleep with my mother’s dove pendant clutched in my hand as I gazed out the window, into the dark abyss scattered with diamonds. On every other day, you’d make sure to aside time to practice self-defence. Something that my father had guards teach me before I was locked up.

    Today was not one of those days. The chaos of yelling, screaming and grumbling outside the door ripped me from my trance. I shook my head and tried to engross myself again in the book I clutched, but the sound of the door flinging open broke it.

     It also didn’t help that this was the last day before I’d be eighteen. Before I’d be floated.

     “Prisoner 301, face the wall.” My breath hitched in my throat. No! I still had one more day! 

When you didn’t even move an inch towards a wall the guard stalked his way towards you, his presence towering over your sitting form. “Get up on your feet!”

     “No! I still have a day left you cunt!” You screeched.

     With a punch to the man’s groin, he collapsed to the ground and you scampered out to escape. Unfortunately, I’ve tried to escape my cell multiple times so it was no surprise when someone tackled me as soon as I left the room.

      “Get. Me. The. Fuck Off!” I yelled as punch after punch landed on the man’s back. The man grunted after each punch, but he never let me go until I was stood in front of the one man who turned me in a year ago. My own father; Marcus Kane.

     Although it was a relief to see him after so long, I couldn’t help but glare at the man. He was supposed to be there for you no matter what, yet he never visited. Too much of a coward to face you and sent books in his place. The kind of books you and your mom used to read together.

     “Dad?!” I hated him, but I still hugged him. I hated him, but I still loved my father.

     Your eyes glossed with tears that had every intention to escape.

 “I don’t want to die, not today!” I pleaded, refusing the tears to shower my cheeks. “I don’t want to be floated!”

     “You’re not being floated (y/n),” He told you. “You’re being sent down to earth.” A chill ran down my spine.

     “But I thought the earth was still uninhabitable?” Dad just shook his head as another guard hooked me over their shoulder and stalked away from my father’s now retreating figure.

     Typical. Just like when I was first chucked in the skybox. He couldn’t even muster a single goodbye. The punching of another guard ensued as he hauled me over to the dropship entrance.

     Suddenly, there was a prick in my arm and gradually I drew drowsier, and drowsier. My punches slowly weakened after each hit. The last thing I saw before I succumbed to darkness was the menacing smirk of one Commander Shumway, my eyes darkening in both anger and fear.

     In what felt like seconds, my eyes squinted open while adjusting to the poor lighting of the dropship. Screams and yells from others around me filled my ears. As my vision came into focus, I looked around to see the horror morphed on many of the teens’ faces. In the seat five seats down from me, I recognised a familiar head of blonde that I knew oh so well.

     “Clarke!” I called. The blonde whipped her head my way and relief settled on both our faces. “Thank the gods you’re here! If I could I’d smother you in a hug right now I would!”

     The two of us bursted out laughing knowing I’d actually smother her. Before I had the chance to ask her something else, Chancellor Jaha’s voice filled the room.

     “Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You’ve been given a second chance. And as your chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us. Indeed, for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would’ve sent others. Frankly, we’re sending you because your crimes have made you expendable.”

     Expendable? What the hell?! All I did was try to spread the word that the life-support system for the Ark was failing, after overhearing a heated discussion between Jaha, my father and others in the Council.

     “Everyone here being expendable is bullshit and you know it!” My voice echoed throughout the dropship, catching the attention of everyone in the room. I gulped at the stares thrown my way, but it was the stare of the single guard in the room that caught my eye.

     No guards were supposed to be inside. So the only reason why he’d be here would be because he was escaping something… or to protect someone. Perhaps a certain younger sister that wasn’t supposed to be born?

     It had to be Bellamy Blake, the older brother of floor girl, Octavia Blake. His gaze seemed to linger on me slightly longer than the other delinquents around. I wasn’t sure if it was due to pure curiosity or how everyone knew I was Marcus Kane’s daughter. I tore my gaze away from his blank stare and stared down at the metal ground.

     As Jaha’s speech became muffled, I gaped at the floor and the room began to groan and shake. A familiar dark-skinned young man was suddenly talking to Clarke.

     “Wells?” I questioned. His brown orbs tore away from Clarke, his gaze landing on me.

     “(Y/N)! Thank god!” He floated over to me, pulled me up to my feet and smothered me in a hug. A giggle vibrated through my chest. “What’s so funny?”

     “I told Clarke I’d smother her in a hug, yet you’ve gone and did just that to me,” I chuckled. Wells only chuckled as I hugged him back.

     “This is nice —” We both started but ended in a fit of giggles. Two other delinquents then join Wells and I in standing up. I could hear Clarke softly calling my name to sit back down along with the others standing, but I just ignored it. 

     Strangely, Wells still held on to me and sat in the seat I was in just before, plopping me onto his lap and snuggling into me more. He and I did have a weirdly affectionate friendship before both our arrests, but even this was pushing the line between friendship and a romantic relationship. 

     The dropship lurched, sending three delinquents flying who had left their seats despite Clarke’s protests. I clunged to Wells’ neck as his grip on my waist tightened, closing my eyes tight. Something sickening yet sweet filled my nose. Smoke. Sparks went off right and left and with one final violent jolt, the dropship came to a stop.

     We were on the ground!

     The dropship powers down almost instantaneously and echoes of seatbelts unbuckling filled the room. Heat rose to my cheeks as I slowly clambered off Wells’ lap. His cheeks were crimson red as were probably my own. I helped him to his feet and took one of my hands in his, leading him down to the doors, waiting for them to be to opened as a crowd formed in front.

     A dark-haired girl stormed through yelling, “Bellamy!” The guy in the uniform I saw before spun around and stared at the girl in shock. So I was right! He was Bellamy Blake and that girl was definitely Octavia, his sister.

     “My God, look how big you are!” The two smiled at each other before the girl - Octavia - jumped forward and pulled Bellamy into a tight hug.

     “Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked Bellamy as she sided next to Wells and I.

     “Do you mind?” Octavia cut Clarke off with an annoyed look. “I haven’t seen my brother in a year.”

     “Seriously Clarke?” I jumped in, everyone’s eyes turning to me as I let go of Wells’ hand. “We’ve reached the ground and the first thing you do is ask where the guy’s wristband is?” Clarke was surprised by my outburst, but Octavia and Bellamy looked at me thankful that I stood up for them.

     “Surely you’d like to be known as someone else. Perhaps the first person on the ground in a hundred years?” Octavia grinned in appreciation whilst Bellamy nodded my way.

     I returned the smile as Bellamy pulled on a nearby lever, opening the door to the outside. As a haze of smoke breaks, a bright light shone into the ship, momentarily blinding me but the lush colours of green, blue and brown eventually took its place.

     Finally, I’d be able to put my Earth Skills to use!

     Octavia slowly made her way down the ramp before she stepped onto the ground. She turned back towards the ship, a massive grin etched on her olive face.

     “We’re back bitches!” She threw her arms up as she yelled.

     A parade of teens stormed off the ship in a hurry, yelling and screaming that we’re back. A laugh resonated in my chest as a familiar presence took my hand in theirs.

     “Together?” Wells asked. With a soft sigh, I nodded, but not before I leapt onto his back. He shook his head as he wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

     “Ride on my noble steed!”

     A gush of air swept through my (Y/H/C) locks as Wells sprinted out the door, but within seconds of Wells being on the ground, we both tumbled onto the grass. One glance at each other was enough to send us into a fit of laughter.

     “I missed you, Wells —”

     “I missed you, (Y/N) —” A chuckle from above broke two of us from our trance.

     “It hasn’t even been a day and you two are back to finishing each other’s sentences.” Clarke towered over Wells and I, teasingly shaking her head at us.

     “Are you really surprised at this point, Clarke?” I retorted as I jumped to my feet, smothering the blonde in a tight hug.

     “Nope!” With a quick kiss to Wells’ cheek, I sauntered off in hopes of recognising someone else. Within two minutes I had lost the motivation so I found myself a sturdy and long enough stick I could use to fashion a bow with. Someone’s shoelace would probably work for the string.

     I sat close to the dropship, carving my initials into one end of the stick with a shard of metal that had broken off the ship, when someone sat next to me.

     “Hey, you’re Marcus Kane’s daughter right?” I turned to see Octavia and nodded expectantly.

      “That I am..” I replied slightly bitter. “But you can call me (Y/N).” I held my hand out for her to shake, but she hugged me instead. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

     “Why aren’t you angry with me? My father was one of the people that got you put in the skybox in the first place.” I asked as she pulled away.

      “Because it wasn’t you who did it. It was your dad.” Well, she wasn’t wrong about that. A mischievous look appeared on her face. “Want to get into some trouble?”

      I mirrored her expression. “Oh hell yes!” We both giggled before I grabbed her hand and lead her to the dropship. We pulled up behind Clarke and Finn, who were recruiting two other guys to head over to Mount Weather. “Can we go now?”

     “Sounds like a party, make it six,” Octavia said as she gestured between the two of us. Clarke doesn’t protest, but a certain oldest Blake does. He grabbed Octavia’s shoulder causing her to let go of my hand.

     “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Bellamy scolded Octavia.

     “Going for a walk,” she retorted as she pulled out of his grip. “Are you coming (Y/N)?”

     I glanced from the group to Bellamy a few times, debating whether to follow along to Mount Weather or to help Bellamy around the dropship. Although I’d probably be more help with the group of five, something in my gut told me I’d be just as helpful here.

     “I’ll stay here and help Wells and Bellamy with keeping order. As I’m sure they’ll need my help” I sauntered back over to the ship, ignoring Clarke and Octavia calling my name and a gaping Bellamy.

     Throughout the day I helped Wells with pretty much everything, but as soon as the sun was near the horizon I decided to stop for the day. I wasn’t blind to Murphy trying to get people to take off their wristbands. Such an action was most likely something Bellamy put him up to as he was the only one that could benefit from it. The only question was why.

     A shadow casted to the ground by the fire told me there was someone behind me.

     “If you even think you can get the upper hand on me to get off my wristband, think again Blake.” It wasn’t a long shot if it was him, and my suspicions were proven right when the man himself sat down next to me.

     “How did you —”

     “Your shadow gave it away you idiot and only you or Murphy would dare approach me from behind. Not that Murphy has though.” He just nodded as I finally turned to him.

     Although I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, Bellamy was handsome. His slightly tousled black hair, brown eyes and olive skin put him under the tall, dark and mysterious category. I tore my gaze away before it became borderline staring.

     “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about, Blake?” I questioned. He shifted in his spot slightly.

     “Thank you for earlier, with Octavia,” He admitted. “Although I’m certainly not a fan of your father, thank you.” Something in my gut told me he really did mean what he said.

     “I’m not heartless, Blake” I retorted. “Compared to Chancellor Jaha and everyone else on the council, I’m a puppy.” We shared a look and snorted, trying to stifle our own laughs.

     “Why a puppy?” He asked.

     “Because although I look innocent, anything can still set me off and my bite is much worse than my bark.” I stood to my feet, dusting off any dirt and sauntered back over to the dropship. 

     A couple of hours later the world was enveloped in darkness, our only source of light being from the fire. Everything in me wanted to ignore the world around me. However, the muffled sound of arguing grew louder and louder as I left my daze.

     “My father didn’t write the laws,” Wells’ voice admitted. My gaze looked up and landed on the arguing figures of Wells and Bellamy.

     “No. He enforced him, but not any more, not here,” Blake shrugged. “Here there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. Now, you don’t have to like it Wells. You can even try to stop it, change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.”

     I stood up, opening my mouth with every intention to object — at least get Wells and Bellamy to compromise on the situation — but Bellamy seemed to notice this and sharply shook his head. My eyes narrowed at him and scowled. He was taken aback by my scowl and I had no idea why.

     “Whatever the hell we want!” Murphy yelled out to the crowd. The crowd of teenager, minus Wells and I, followed in suit and started chanting the only rule established. A rule that would do more harm than good. 

     “Am I the only one who thinks this is gonna result in chaos?” I asked Wells.

     “You’re not the only one.”

     He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me close and I rested my head on his shoulder. Something that didn’t go amiss by the eldest Blake. Bellamy’s face was unreadable and I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

     A low rumble echoed from above before a downpour of rain decided to settle. Our first thunderstorm. A soft sigh left my chest as a smile formed on my face. The rain felt so good and I just didn’t care about getting soaked.

     I allowed myself to enjoy the rain a little while longer, looking around at the other delinquents with a smile. My smile fades almost instantly when my eyes meet Bellamy’s dark chocolate orbs. I scowled once more at him before scavenging around for something to collect water in. He needed to know I wasn’t onboard with his so called plan.

     The handrests of the seats inside the dropship ended up being perfect. I struggled a little getting some off, but I managed. With my small collection of water troughs, I sat them outside sitting in front of me as they collected the rain water. 

     The thunderstorm didn’t last for very long, but I’m left with a few troughs filled with fresh water. I drunk some water until my thrist was satisfied and I made sure Wells got some as well. Any water-filled troughs still completely full I snuck into the dropship to hide. 

     Wells then took my hand and lead me to a tree across the clearing and we helped each other up. We sat on a thick enough branch that could hold both our weights, sitting there in silence comfortably for a couple minutes, my head resting on his shoulder. Wells was the one to break the underlying tension in the air.

     “I think we need to address the elephant in the room…” Wells trailed off. He took my hands in his and turned the both of us around, our legs dangling on either side of the branch. I could only sigh and nod.

     “I know we’ve been best friends since we were toddlers and have always been affectionate with each other, but the cuddle in the dropship got me thinking.” Our fingers threaded through each other as he spoke. “I… I want us to be be more friends.”

     My head perked up at his words. Not going to lie, I did develop a crush on Wells two years before I was chucked in the skybox. However, I never acted on it as we had been best friends for years. We grew up together and at one point I thought he had a crush on Clarke.

     “But what about Clarke?” I mumbled as he took my cheeks in his hands.

     “It’s always been you.”

     His lips melted onto my own. Although his lips were slightly chapped from dehydration they were still incredibly soft. It felt as if a fire had started in my heart and I didn’t want it to stop. We eventually had to part for air, but he quickly slammed his lips back on mine, this time his tongue slipping into my mouth. We fought for dominance over each other, but Wells ultimately won. Our lips parted once more and we panted as we caught our breath.

     Wells rested his head on my own and we both sighed.

     “I’d hug you, but I’m worried we’d fall out of the tree.” Wells chuckled and pecked my lips. “I’ll find another tree nearby to sleep, we wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea.”

     I pecked his lips before jumping down from the tree. Almost everyone was asleep, so I walked quietly as possible to the closest tree nearby. I laid down, resting my head and back against the tree. Just as I was about to succumb to sleep a familiar presence sat down next to me.

     “To what do I owe the displeasure of having your presence, Blake.” Bellamy snorted at what I said.

     “I’m flattered you knew it was me,” he smirked.

     “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” I clapped back. I finally turned to his annoyingly handsome face. Gods I wanted to kiss that smirk off his face — wait what?! I kissed Wells only minutes ago and I was already thinking about kissing someone else?

     “So…” he trailed off. “You and Jaha. When did that happen?” I gaped at the thought of how to respond. 

     “We both had crushes on each other, prior to us both being thrown in the skybox,” I admitted. “Neither of us acted on it before the Ground.” He nodded, but something in his eyes told me he was disappointed about something.

     Mentioning being thrown into the skybox reminded me why I was put in there in the first place. Me trying to expose to the rest of the Ark that life-support was failing, my father being the one to chuck me inside and throw away the key. It was a cowardly move and my father knew it. He never even came to see me the utter bastard.

     “I need help taking off my wristband.” Bellamy looked at me with disbelief. “I want to take it off, but I don’t want to hurt myself.”

     He stared at me right in my eyes, probably to see with there was any hesitation in them. However, when he saw none he helped with the wristband, slipping it off with ease.

     “Thank you.” He wasn’t really supposed to hear my thanks, but he did, just giving me a small smile before he walked off in the other direction.

     My eyes glossed with water, the teardrops threatening to escape but only a single tear rolled down my cheek.

     I’m sorry, Dad.

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[soenchantingly]

Disharmony.

BELLAMY BLAKE X READER fic. 

“Hey. Chancellor Blake,” you shouted, getting the attention of the ravenette who was walking just a few feet in front of you.

He turned around in a swift movement, watching you intensely as you came closer. He did not seem to be in the mood for your antics. Bellamy opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t let him.

“What the hell is wrong with you, huh? You think you get to decide who lives and dies. Do you think your life is worth more than Jasper’s?” You did not mean to cause a scene, but Bellamy Blake needed a good scolding.

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Alternatively:  you manage to talk some sense into Bellamy Blake

NOTES:

Hello! You have stumbled about a story with an overarching plot following one of the 100 that was sent to the ground. It will start in season one of the 100 and likely continue until I decide it's enough. It is a Bellamy Blake/Reader fanfic. The reader is female, sorry. I am basically just inserting myself into the fandom. Comments and constructive criticism are very much welcome! This is part of a series called Stellate that I am also posting on Archive of our Own (which you’ll find here).

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The screams echoed loudly through camp and the complaints were almost even louder. People were sick and tired of Jasper Jordan moaning loudly and groaning, but all you could think about was the amount of pain Jasper was in. Though you did not particularly know him, Jasper had quickly become one of your favorite people on the ground – which was not a hard task, since most of the people on the ground were insufferable. The fact that Jasper was alive was a miracle. After Clarke, Finn, Monty, and Octavia came back to the camp and informed everyone that Jasper had been speared, you thought it was some kind of sick joke. Of course, by the look on their faces, you soon realized that they were not joking at all. In fact, they were being completely serious. You were not alone on the ground. You were not safe.

Even in your own camp, you were not safe. The fact that people were lining up to kill Jasper just because they found him too noisy proved that. You were worried for his life. The chances that Jasper was going to make it were slim. Not only the fact that there was hardly any medicine to heal him seemed to cause that, but the lack of interest in keeping Jasper alive from the rest of the delinquents made it seem even less likely that Jasper was going to survive the night.

After Jasper had returned to camp, miraculously alive, you spent most of your time in the dropship, assisting Clarke as she tended to the wound. Finn helped from time to time, but you had a feeling he was mainly there to keep an eye on Clarke. You could see that he had a thing for her. Monty also spent most of his time in the dropship, trying to work on getting a signal out to the Ark. Octavia came to check in on Jasper from time to time as well. The atmosphere was tense in the dropship.

You cursed silently as Clarke announced her plan to cut away Jasper's infected flesh. "This isn't going to work, Clarke. You have no supplies and no offense, but you aren't a doctor. How do you plan on saving Jasper with just your bare hands?" You did not mean to sound blunt but you were tired and you were being realistic.

"I have to do something. I can't just let him die." Clarke replied, examining the wound.

You were silent for a moment, debating your options. Finn and Monty were silent as well. It was like everyone in the dropship was debating on whether or not anything would help his case. You knew that you would not be able to live with yourself if you didn't try absolutely everything to save him and neither could Clarke. "Alright, tell me what I can do to help."

"You can-" Clarke stopped talking and you looked up to see who caused the sudden mood change Clarke displayed.

Wells Jaha entered the dropship, taking his place next to Clarke, "How is he doing?"

"How does it look like he's doing?" Clarke snapped, paying as little attention to him as possible.

You sighed, "He's just trying to help." you said, shooting Wells a sympathetic look. You were not friends with Clarke and Wells when you were on the Ark. Sure, you were friendly with Clarke because you both practiced medicine together but you did not hang up with her or anything that resembled a friendship. You did not dislike them either. Wells was always nice to you and you appreciated it when he sat at your table during lunch but didn't attempt to talk to you because he knew that you were too busy reading whatever book you had managed to get your hands on.

Clarke lowered her shoulders in defeat, turning to Wells. "Alright, if you want to help, hold him down," she instructed, turning towards you, Monty, and Finn to show that she meant you as well.

The four of you obeyed, grabbing onto Jasper as Clarke sterilized the knife. Monty mumbled something about how he wasn’t going to like what Clarke was going to do and the process started.

Loud screams, harsh squirming – it was hard to keep Jasper still so that Clarke could do what she was doing. You had seen nasty wounds before, but this was worse than anything you had ever seen. On the Ark, they had anesthesia, after all.

The screams got louder until Jasper’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out. You instinctively checked his pulse. He was still alive.

“Stop it!” a new voice caused you to look up, startled, “you’re killing him!”

Octavia Blake had entered the dropship with her brother Bellamy. You frowned at the Blake siblings.

“She’s trying to save him,” Finn said, while Clarke continued examining Jasper’s symptoms, ignoring Octavia as she crowded around Jasper.

Bellamy decided to chime in, causing you to glare at him. He was really getting on your nerves. “She can’t.”

Wells stood, sizing Bellamy up in a protective manner, ready to defend Jasper if Bellamy wanted to try anything. In the meantime, Clarke huffed in annoyance, “We didn’t drag him through miles of wood just so that he can die.”

“Kid’s a goner.” Bellamy declared, looking less than amused. “If you can’t see that, you’re delusional. He’s making people crazy.”

You snorted, “Sorry that Jasper dying is such an inconvenience.” The sarcastic remark came out a little bit louder than you intended, but it got the message across.

“This isn’t the Ark,” Clarke added, “Down here, each life matters.” Turning to Octavia, the blonde attempted to reassure her, “Octavia, I have watched my mother heal people since I was born. If I say there’s hope, there is hope.”

“It’s not about hope, it’s about guts.”

You turned around and look up at Bellamy as he spoke. You had your eyebrows raised, impatience spread across your features. You genuinely felt like punching Bellamy in his face, but you weren’t a violent person so you refrained.

Bellamy continued, “You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, I’ll kill him myself.” He started heading towards the ladder but stopped, telling Octavia to join him. When she refused, Bellamy went back outside.

“Power-hungry, self-serving jackass.” Monty said, before quickly saying, “No offense,” to Octavia.

You stood, fists clenched.

“Where are you going?” Clarke asked, bewildered at your sudden movement.

Heading out the door, you said, “I am going to give that jackass a piece of my mind.” You did not bother looking back or listening to any reactions to what you had said. You were pissed.

“Hey. Chancellor Blake,” you shouted, getting the attention of the ravenette who was walking just a few feet in front of you.

He turned around in a swift movement, watching you intensely as you came closer. He did not seem to be in the mood for your antics. Bellamy opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t let him.

“What the hell is wrong with you, huh? You think you get to decide who lives and dies. Do you think your life is worth more than Jaspers? Huh?” You did not mean to cause a scene, but Bellamy Blake needed a good scolding.

Bellamy wasn’t too impressed with your outburst. In fact, he was pretty annoyed. “Listen here, sweetheart. Jasper is going to die. We can’t keep wasting rations on him-“

“Wasting rations?” You shot back, “Are you kidding me? We are not on the Ark. There is no such thing as ‘limited rations’ on earth. In fact, the whole earth is one giant ration depo. We can find things to help Jasper if we just try.” You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. He could see that you were serious and you were not going to take no for an answer. “We aren’t alone here. People are going to get hurt but we can be the difference between life and death. Everyone deserves the chance to live.”

Bellamy looked around, aware of all the stares he was receiving. Knowing that he could not have people thinking that it was alright to be defiant or it would cause absolute chaos, he grabbed you by the arm and attempted to drag you to a more private place.

“Hey!” you protested, “Get your hands off of me-“

“Look.” he said, dropping your arm, “I am doing what is necessary for us to survive-“

You weren’t having it, “Bullshit. You’re doing whatever is necessary for you to survive. I know it, Clarke and Monty know it, and Octavia knows it, that’s why she won’t follow you. Over time, more people will realize that you are out for yourself and you are going to end up all alone, realizing that you are just as bad as the leaders of the Ark that you hate so much.”

Bellamy opened his mouth to speak, or rather, to argue, but you cut him off before he could.

“I’m done with this conversation,” you announced, raising your hands in defeat and turning around and marching back into the dropship.

You had left Bellamy speechless and frustrated. He wasn’t sure what to think after that. Noticing that there were still eyes on him, Bellamy raised his voice, “Alright, alright. Show’s over. Get back to work!”

You had decided to stay in the drop ship while Clarke, Wells, and Finn looked for the seaweed that they needed in order to save Jasper. Bellamy had taken a group of people to go hunting. With both of them gone, it encouraged people to go after Jasper and try to kill him. You weren’t about to let that happen. Though you probably would not be able to stop a group of criminals, you knew enough self-defense to hold off at least one of them. Besides, you wanted to keep Monty company.

Of course, as expected, John Murphy attempted to force his way onto the floor where Jasper was moaning in pain. You had managed to fend him off with a swift kick towards his face – though you weren’t sure if you had managed to hit him or not – while Octavia locked the hatch. You, Octavia, and Monty stayed locked in the room for quite a while before you heard someone say that Clarke and Bellamy were back. You and Octavia shared a look before opening the hatch and rushing to meet them.

“Did you get it?” you asked as soon as you spotted Clarke.

She nodded in reply but directed her attention to Octavia as she tried to steer the girl away. Of course, that made Octavia more curious as to what was going on.

You followed her, wanting to know what had happened. When you saw, you stopped in your tracks. Atom’s body laid on the floor motionless. You weren’t close with him, but his death still saddened you. Though you were curious, you didn’t want to ask what had happened. The dead body was shocking enough. Octavia was silent until Bellamy tried to consul her, to which she replied with a firm “don’t”.

Watching in silence for a moment, you could not help but feel bad for Bellamy. He seemed pretty gutted by Atom’s death himself and you had a feeling that there really wasn’t anything he could have done.

When Octavia ran off to the drop ship, you looked back towards Bellamy, who had turned to one of the other delinquents, “Get Clarke whatever she needs,” he ordered her.

Then he met your gaze and gave you a single nod as to say ‘you were right’. You offered him a small smile in return, but all you could muster was a sad one. Then you were off, rushing to the drop ship to see if the tea that Clarke was brewing had any effect. You could not help but feel warm inside. It did you good to know that your words had gotten through to Bellamy. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was.

Timeline: Season One - Episode 03 “Earth Kills”

Part two of Stellate.

credit for the pictures goes to lulu.

[maybanksslut]

Imagine dating Bellamy Blake and him getting easily jealous

“Hey, y/n, do you wanna go for a walk in the woods later or something?”

You sighed deeply, running a hand through your hair, your eyes on the boy before you. He had been trying to ask you out for over a week, and you had politely declined each time. Still, he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“I’m actually busy today, sorry” you said. This was actually true. Your boyfriend, Bellamy, and you were having a small dinner in his tent later this evening.  You just hoped the guy would give up on the idea, so that you could peacefully spend time with Bell.

“Well, what about tomorrow?” Before you could answer, an arm was draped around your shoulder and your boyfriend was fiercely looking at the poor boy who’d tried to ask you out.

“She said ‘no’,” Bellamy snarled, his jaw visibly clenching, something you found incredibly hot. “Do you have trouble hearing?”

The boy cringed and stuttered a few meaningless words, before hurrying off, hopefully not coming back any soon.

You turned around to look at your boyfriend, and bit your lip.

“I like it when you’re jealous.”

Bellamy smirked, pulling you in for a kiss. “Well, you are mine, and everyone should know that, don’t you think?”

You didn’t even have to answer, he knew it anyways. You were his, and he was yours, and that’s how it was going to be for a long, long time.

[topazy]

Silent bloom

Pairing: Finn Collins/reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, suicide.

Chapter: 1.04

You wake up to the sound of nearby voices chattering.

The sudden feeling of a hand brushing strands of hair out of your voice caused you to open your eyes.

Finn smiled down at you, "hey."

"Hi." You cleared your throat before sitting up. "What’s going on?"

"Take it easy, Daze," Finn said, frowning. You didn’t listen and felt a sharp pain from sitting upright. "I told you to take it easy."

"Because you’re always right?" You snapped. Letting out a deep sigh, you noticed Finn was still smiling. "Sorry... I’m just surprised to be waking up."

Finn moved the chair he was sitting in closer to you. "Do you remember what happened?" He asked, giving you a sympathetic look.

"Wells," you sobbed. "Charlotte... killed him. I tried to save him, but I couldn’t. She asked me not to tell anyone... Then everything went fussy. I’m guessing Charlotte got caught?" Finn nodded. "Good. She deserved to be punished."

"Bellamy found you outside. He went looking for you after he noticed you had never returned to camp." The information Finn shared took you aback. You didn’t think Bellamy would have noticed? Or cared. "I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened since we arrived down here. I have not been a great friend."

"It’s fine, I’ve been a little bratty. And for the record, I didn’t sleep with Murphy." You watched Finn’s face turn white. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"While you were out, a few things transpired. Murphy was accused of murdering Wells and trying to kill you."

"What?" Sure, you had pissed Murphy off when you kicked him down the ladder, but you didn’t think he would have physically hurt you. "What happened?"

"Some others thought we should punish him for his crimes and decided to float him."

You could feel the tears building up. This wasn’t right, none of it was right. "But you stopped them? Clarke and Bellamy run this place. They wouldn’t have let that happen."

“Bellamy... he’s the one that kicked the crate out from underneath Murphy. We cut him down and Charlotte confessed to her crime, then Murphy tried to hunt her down. He held a knife to Clarke’s throat, so Charlotte jumped off a cliff. She killed herself, so we all stopped fighting."

"Or from guilt." You frowned, not having any sympathy for the young girl. "I know she was just a kid, but what she did was wrong. Anyway, what happened to Murphy? What rock has he crawled under?"

Finn’s brown eyes bore into yours. "We banished him. Bellamy almost beat him to death, so Clarke banished him as an alternative."

"Oh, I see." You didn’t like the way his face seemed to light up when he spoke about the blonde. Sure, she likely saved your life, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be jealous.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, anything." You answered while letting him caress your face with his hand.

"What happened to your eye?"

You pulled away from him. "Anything but that, I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.”

Finn opened his mouth to say something, but paused when Octavia entered the room.

"Beat it, spacewalker," Octavia said playfully. "I haven’t spoken to my only friend in days."

"Hey!" Jasper protested, entering the room behind her.

"Only girlfriend, there’s a difference!" The younger Blake said defensively.

You stopped paying attention to your friends, jokingly arguing as you stared at Finn. The more you looked, the more tired and deflated he looked. Your former best friend excused himself and left.

—

An hour later, it was just Octavia who was sitting by your side. Monty had come by to say hello, then went back to trying to contact the ark, and Jasper left when his stomach rumbled.

"I honestly can’t believe how much I’ve missed. I’m almost resentful." You laughed.

Octavia shoved your elbow with hers. "I’m jealous of how much sleep you got. But seriously, don’t ever get stabbed again. You made me worried."

You smiled, "I’ll try."

Octavia’s smile softened, "What went on with Finn?"

"Nothing." You shrugged at the skeptical look she was giving you. "He filled me in on what happened, but that was it.

"Did you guys date or something on the Ark? Because he screams clingy boyfriend."

You pout. "No, we never dated. We were good friends... but that stopped when he got arrested. And what do you mean by clingy?"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "He refused to leave, apart from the whole Murphy Charlotte thing. He listened to some dumb thing Clarke said about infection and wouldn’t let anyone get to close to you. Hell, he kept kicking Bell out."

Bellamy came to visit you? "I woke up to Finn brushing my hair out of my face."

Your comment caused Octavia to let out a loud laugh. You couldn’t help but join in. You laughed until it physically hurt your stomach. causing Clarke to come in and scorn you both in case the vibrations burst your stitches.

—

"You should go back to camp, it isn’t safe out here."

You glared at him. "I am aware of that Finn, but somebody needs to keep you out of trouble."

Scoffing, he attempted to storm away, but you stepped in front of him. You followed Finn into a bunker after he left the camp. With your stomach still in pain, you were slower than him. When you arrived at the bunker, you found Finn trashing it.

"Move."

"No. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. If you go out there, the Grounders will find you and kill you!" You yelled in frustration.

Finn looked down at you, "I didn’t think you’d care if I died."

"What?" You asked hurt. "Of course I care, you stupid idiot! It’s you who stopped caring!"

Finn’s face was now a shade of red you’d never seen before. "What? I’ve always cared about you! I wouldn’t have sneaked out to be with you if I didn’t love you. I wouldn’t have shared my rations with you, I wouldn’t have covered for you, or missed you when you weren’t there if I didn’t care about you. Fuck Daze, all I wanted to do was be with you. We were best friends!"

"Then why did you choose her over me?"

"I didn’t." He answered in a softer voice.

"Yes, you did." You said as tears rolled down your face. "Finn, you got locked up for Raven."

Finn shook his head. "What was I supposed to do? Let her get floated? I would much rather be locked up for a few years than have Raven's death on me."

Oh. You didn’t realize Raven would have been floated? She never mentioned it on the ark. "I’m sorry, I understand you did it for someone you love. I was just angry I’d lost you, and I got jealous of how much you cared about her."

Finn pressed his forehead against your own. "I love you Daze, and for the record, I would have taken the blame for you. And I still do."

Finn pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, before kissing your nose. You looked up at him, lips parted slightly, knowing what you wanted. You wanted Finn to kiss you.

Cupping your cheeks, Finn leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The feeling of electricity shot through your body. Finn reluctantly pulled back.

"I’m sorry, I should have asked first."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down to you. The kiss was rougher, and more intense. Your lips only parted, so you could both catch your breath.

Finn had a look of hunger in his eyes, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. If you went any further, it would change your already fragile relationship. Maybe he didn’t want this? You were about to ask Finn what he was thinking when he kissed you again.

You pulled at his hair, deepening the kiss as you pushed Finn’s jacket off before throwing it across the room. Following your lead, he started to undress you. Pulling away from him, so he could lift your top over your head. Finn suddenly froze when you stopped down to your bra.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, confused.

He reached his hand out and held the object sitting above your bra. "You still wear it?"

You placed your own finger against the necklace. It was a small Daisy. Finn had made it out of metal and put it on a chain. It was a present for your twelfth birthday. "Yeah, I’ve never stopped."

Now Finn looked teary-eyed. "I really thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you. You’re my best friend." You said before leaning forward and kissing him again.

You quickly shimmed out of your jeans and underwear, as Finn did the same. He kissed your neck as one of his hands toyed with your bare breast. The coldness of his skin against yours caused goosebumps to appear. His other hand moved down your stomach and hips, stopping at the most sensitive area.

Finn kissed you once more before leaning back. "Are you sure you want this? It’s okay if you don’t."

You smiled at him. "I do. I want you, Finn. All of you."

With that, Finn began rubbing his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before inserting a finger. You let out a low moan as Finn started nipping and sucking at your neck. It would probably leave a mark, but you didn’t care. They would fade.

His lips brush against your ear. "Ready?"

You managed to moan out a ‘yes’ as Finn removed his fingers to line himself up. You gave him a reassuring nod. In one swift movement, he entered you.

At first, Finn was slow, then his thrust became faster as you found a rhythm. Moving his thumb across your sensitive area once more, you quickly found your release.

"Fuck." Finn’s movements began to become sloppier as he chased his own orgasm.

You hear Finn moaning your name as he comes, before rolling off you in a panting, swearing mess. He turned and looked at you, a smile spreading across his face, all of his earlier anger now gone. He pulls you closer, so your head is on his chest. "You are amazing, Daze."

"You’re not so bad yourself, Finnegan."

He chuckled at the nickname, his heart beating steadily against your ear. "I wish we could stay like this here."

You laughed at his comment. "We would drive each other crazy."

He squeezed you tighter. "I’m here. We will find something to keep us occupied."

You smiled at him. Feeling the tiredness taking over, you closed your eyes and fell asleep with Finn brushing your hair. Enjoying the rare moment of bliss.

Season one

[alloftheimaginesblog]

You’re Safe Now (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Plot: Bellamy ventures into Mount Weather to save his friends and the girl he loves.

Character: Bellamy Blake x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, violence. Takes place Season 2 episode 11 and onwards though changes events to suit (I’m re-watching The 100 bc I stopped at Season 4 the first time I watched it so I’m in a Bellamy mood!)

When Bellamy goes into Mount Weather, nothing could’ve prepared him for the horrors that lay ahead. Lincoln could only prepare him for the start of the journey but not the cages, not the blood transfusions, not the bone marrow torture; not any of it.

Thank god that Maya was on their side. He wouldn’t have escaped his cage without her help. He searches the cages before he leaves, it’s just Grounders in them. Bellamy demands Maya to list the names of those who are here that are his friends. He cuts her short when she says your name fifth.

“I don’t know where they keep your friends,” Maya says quietly, “I’ve checked all of these cages, over and over. They’re keeping them somewhere else.”

“Why?” Bellamy’s tone is angrier than he intended, “Where is (y/n)?”

“We haven’t seen her in four days,” Maya tells him, “Monty and Harper are missing too.” Anger surges through him burning red hot in his veins. He clenches his fists and breathes hard as he glares at the cages surrounding him. He just needs you to be okay. He needs to save you. He cannot lose you.

“Why have they separated us from the Grounders?” He asks through clenched teeth.

“There was a breach and I got caught in it, they did it on purpose because they knew that Jasper would volunteer his blood to save me. The blood of your people, the Sky People, works ten times better than that of the Grounders. They figured out that bone marrow from you allows us to walk on the ground.”

It’s a harsh realisation that hits him in the stomach causing him to take a sharp intake of breath, “They’re experimenting on us,” Bellamy realises, voice nothing more than a whisper, “They’re killing us to save themselves.” He turns to Maya who looks terrified, “We have to hurry.”

His footsteps are heavy as they go through the corridors. Maya’s a nervous wreck beside him and he knows it but he doesn’t care. He needs to find his friends, he needs to find you. Maya tells him in a hushed whisper all that she knows about the transfusions and about his friends and tells him that they need Grounder blood but more importantly Sky People blood in order to live on the ground. Bellamy was going to kill them. He was going to kill every single one of them who hurt you. He almost can’t think straight, the anger is almost too much for him to cope with.

Maya grabs his arm, she notices that he’s almost tipping himself over the edge, “We’ll get your friends out of here.” She looks sad, he notices as he allows himself to breathe deeply and calm down. She’s worried about her fate, he realises. She’s helping them escape but she can’t come with them... what will happen to her? He pushes that out of his mind, not wanting to think about it before nodding and carrying on. She glances at him out of the corner of his eye hoping that he knows what he’s doing to pull this off.

The light burns your eyes as they flash the torch on your face, “This one will have to do,” the doctor, Doctor Tsing, says.

“Looks weak,” Cage Wallace, the new President of Mount Weather, comments.

 “She’ll have to do for now, your father released the others but soon we’ll have the rest of the 47 to choose from.”

“She’ll die?” Cage studies your face as you glare at him, Tsing nods and Cage shrugs, “So be it.”

Rough hands of the guards drag you out of the cage, pulling you legs first. You’re almost too weak to fight back but you try. It’s a weak attempt, one that fails very easily, as you try and kick at the guards. Your foot collides with the chin of one but the other grabs your ankles and shoves you to the ground. Your body hits the cold floor as the guards grab you and force you upwards.

Cage’s lips twist into a cruel smile as you’re brought to your feet, “I’m surprised you’ve got any fight left in you.” Your weakness didn’t stop you from being angry. They were hurting your friends, they were going to kill them after they killed you.

“Go to hell.” Your voice is a hoarse croak.

Cage grins, “Oh no, we’re going someplace better... We’re going to the ground.” He nods to the guards and they shove you forwards, towards the patient bed in the centre of the room.

You struggle feebly but the guards are too strong. They force you to lie on the bed and they strap you in, strapping you in so tightly that it even hurts to breathe. Cage and Tsing talk in the corner, you can hear them but you don’t listen. You try to control your breathing as you stare up at the concrete ceiling. Death looms over you and you know it as you clench your jaw and your fists. There’s nothing to be done now, you’re trapped and you’ll be dead in a few minutes. They knew it too, they’d taken too much from you in such a short space of time, you’d die within minutes of the procedure. They were taking your bone marrow, apparently it allowed them to walk on the ground without taking damage for the radiation. You’d tried to tell them before how the ground wasn’t that special but that was a lie. How you yearned to touch the grass, feel cool water on your skin, feel the breeze through your hair one last time... how you yearned to feel his touch one last time.

You hear the drill as they test it out and squeeze your eyes shut. Forcing yourself to drone it all out, you begin to think of your friends. You were hoping that by now they’d managed to come up with a plan to escape, even if it meant leaving you. You think of Jasper and Monty and Miller and Harper... and it isn’t long before Bellamy Blake comes into your head.

Oh, Bellamy.

Tears want to desperately fall from your eyes, burning and nipping, but you keep them shut and force yourself to stop. You wish that you could see him one last time, tell him how you truly feel. You’ve imagined that moment over and over again in your head over the last few weeks. He already knows, you know that, but he needs to hear it. You need him to hear it. The last two months, you’d spent the majority of them curled up with him, making love under the stars, talking quietly in the dark, sharing secrets you’d never told anyone... You’d spent the last two months falling in love with him so hard.

The sound of the drill began to get closer to you. This was it. You open your eyes, letting the tears fall, as you stare at the ceiling imagining space. You try so hard to picture the view from the windows, the glow of the stars, the colours...

“May we meet again,” you whisper before the drill makes contact with your skin and you begin to scream.

It’s a bloodcurdling, horrid scream that he hears and he immediately knows that it’s you. The vents are tight but he can make it but he has to move fast. Bellamy’s heart is racing, hearing your screams and the voices grow louder. He feels sick as he hears them torture you, he wants to kill them for harming you; he wants to kill them all.

“Her pulse is getting weaker, she’s dying.”

Bellamy Blake is scared as he wills himself to move faster. He sees the grate of the vent up ahead, he’s so close. Your screams fade to nothing and he clenches his jaw. Only a few more feet. He sees you through the grate and bile rises in his throat. He can’t. He can’t look at you. He refuses to look at you because he’d really lose it then.

“We’re losing her.”

“Like hell you are,” Bellamy grunts as he blasts the grate open and throws himself out into the room. The element of surprise allows him to shoot the two guards with quick ease but his gun jams when he goes to blast Cage’s head off.

They begin to fight as Tsing keeps working to extract the last of your bone marrow. Your head lulls to the side, eyes struggling to stay open as you sway on the edge of unconsciousness. You can’t figure out what’s happening as all you can focus on is trying to fight to stay awake. There’s no pain anymore, in fact, you feel numb all over. It’s cold... it’s death, you realise. 

Bellamy manages to slam the butt of his gun into the side of Cage’s head, knocking him to the floor. He wasn’t dead but for now, unconscious was good enough. He had to be fast. He moves to Tsing next, unable to look at you, as she takes the syringe out of your hip.

“Let her go,” Bellamy warns her, secretly reaching his arm behind his back to find the knife in the waistband of his pants.

“I take it this one’s special to you,” she smiles sadistically, “It had to be done.”

She turns away from Bellamy, reaching for the gun on the table but Bellamy’s faster. He’s already plunged the knife into her shoulder before she can grab it. Your vision’s clouding over, unable to do anything or see anything. Bellamy needs to get you out now.

Tsing yells out, grabbing the gun and aiming for him but Bellamy has the upper hand. She’s wounded which makes her sloppy so he easily overpowers her and takes the gun before shooting. The gunshot makes your ears ring, making you gasp a deep breath of air. It pulls you back to consciousness for a couple of seconds as Bellamy pockets the gun and the knife once more before rushing to you.

You barely feel his hands as he presses down on your hip to stop the bleeding, covering it with something and he checks you over. His face comes into your line of vision as he pulls you up, drapes something around you to hide your body from others, and lifts you up. He looks down at you, talking but you’re slipping away from him. It’s almost like you’re underwater, you know he’s talking but you can’t tell what the words are.

As darkness seeps into you vision, you manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes and whisper a tiny, “Bellamy...” before falling deep into the darkness.

The sounds of muffled voices talking, no wait, shouting is what woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open groggily as you tried to move but the pain was too much. Every part of your body ached, it felt like you’d been trampled on by one hundred horses.

“It’s been thirty eight hours!” You knew that voice. Who was that?

“She’ll come round when she’s ready.” You knew that voice too.

“I just need to know she’s okay.”

“Bellamy-”

Bellamy. 

You groan softly, stopping whoever it was from talking, “She’s waking up!”

Someone rushed to you, you knew it was Bellamy from his scent - gunpowder and pine, “Bellamy,” you whisper, opening your eyes. It took a moment before they adjusted and you could see his face clearly, “Bellamy.” You want to so desperately cry and he knows that.

“You’re okay, you’re safe now.” His hands caress your cheeks, “Here,” he whispers, grabbing a cup from the table and helping you drink it, “It’s water, drink.” You drink it all quickly, water had never felt so good. He fills another and you finish it, too.

“Let me check her over,” it’s Abby, you realise. She walks to you, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

Bellamy chuckles from beside you. He holds your hand as Abby checks you over. She checks your pulse, your heart, your pupils and your pain levels. She explains that you’d lost a lot of blood and a lot of fluids and that it’ll take a few days for you to feel better again, “It was touch and go for a day,” she says, “but we managed to get you stable last night.”

“What- What happened?” You look to Bellamy who glances at Abby, “How long have I been out?”

“Thirty eight hours, your body had a lot of trauma, it needed time to heal and recover... I’ll give you a while to talk,” she says before leaving the tent.

“I’ve been out for over two days?” Bellamy smiles before you look around, realising you’re back at camp, and ask, “We’re safe? I was... They were...” You look down, “They were killing me.”

Bellamy takes your hands, forcing you to look at him, “I got you out, you remember?” You nod slowly, trying to piece together the hazy details, “I got you out. You were so close to dying.” His voice was tight, like he was just barely holding it together, “I managed to get you out of the mountain in time. Abby treated you in camp while I dealt with the mountain.”

“Dealt with?”

Bellamy looks down, “There was no other way. They were going to kill us all.” He tells you what he and Clarke did, how they had to irradiate the mountain, killing every single person who wasn’t Grounder or Sky Person, “It was the only way. We had to kill hundreds of innocent people.”

You swallow, digesting the information, he looks up at you and you give him a small smile, “You’re forgiven.” It’s what he needs. He needs that forgiveness, he needs your forgiveness. He helped slaughter a bunch of innocent people and he’ll carry that guilt forever but you make it a little easier.

Abby comes back a minute later, requesting that Bellamy go help with a situation at the gate. He looks to you and you nod, “I’ll be okay.” He leaves reluctantly.

Abby gets you something to eat and replenishes your water as she helps you sit up, “You’ll start to feel better soon.”

After devouring the soup and crackers, you ask, “Where’s Clarke?” It’s a touchy subject and as soon as you ask it, you want to take it back. Abby clears her throat and looks to her hands.

It’s a minute before she talks again, “She’s- She left. She’s gone.” You want to ask why but it’s a fresh wound so you stop yourself from saying anything else about it. She helps you to lay back down, “I’ll be back in a while to check on you. Do you need anything else?”

“Bellamy,” you say quietly, “I just need Bellamy.”

You didn’t mean to fall asleep and you didn’t realise you’d fallen asleep until you woke up. Bellamy is in the chair next to your bed, reading something. You roll over and he looks at you as a smile grows on his face, “Hey, sleepy head.” Octavia had known weeks before he did, she would constantly tease him about you... how right she was when she said he loved you. He did love you, he does  love you. 

“How long?”

“Three hours.” He leans forwards, “You must’ve been exhausted.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“Three hours.”

You feel your cheeks burning, “You waited that whole time?”

Bellamy smiles at you, “I waited here thirty eight hours for you to wake up, what’s three more?” He helps you to sit up, “I needed to know that you were okay.” He scoots his chair closer to the edge of the bed, you’re only inches apart from.

You reached for him, he caught your hands easily and let you tug him to sit on the bed beside you, “I was so scared,” you tell him quietly, “I thought I was going to die.”

Bellamy could tell that you were close to crying so he gently cradled you to his chest, shushing you and telling you that you were okay. He wasn’t sure of the full extent of your torture there but he knew it was horrible. It angered him that you and so many of his friends went through that and some even died but they’d gotten you out safe. He had saved you.

“Clarke’s gone,” he murmurs, “She couldn’t deal with having to face everyone when they know that we killed all those innocent people. She did it to save us all, I did it save us all. I don’t know where she is; she doesn’t want to be found.”

“How are you?” You ask him, pulling away so that you can look at him but still holding onto him, “How are you coping?” It wasn’t just Clarke’s hand on that lever, Bellamy helped kill them too.

He could never lie to you. He shrugs, “Not slept, I’ve been staying at your side so I’ve not really faced anyone. I’ve been too worried about you to care about what the others think, honestly but... Jasper’s a mess, Monty says that he’s just been drinking non-stop.”

“Maya,” you realise. Bellamy’s head falls, “Jasper will be okay. We all will be.” You hope that’s true.

Silence falls for a minute before you say his name, “Thank you... for saving me.”

Bellamy rolls his eyes, the slightest smile on his face, “Haven’t you realised that I will always look out for you? I will always protect you.” He’s serious, he would do anything to protect you and keep you safe even if it meant getting himself killed, “You don’t realise how badly I need you to be okay.” It’s a confession that shocks you but he keeps going, needing you to hear it; needing you to believe him, “I heard you screaming when they were torturing you and it broke my heart. The whole time I was in there, my priority was you and that’s selfish that I wanted to save you first than all of our friends as well but I need you to always be safe.”

“Bell...”

“I know,” he pulls away, thinking that you’re rejecting him, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You grab his wrist, “When I was lying there, waiting to die, do you know what I thought of? I thought of you, Bellamy. I thought of all the things I wanted to say to you if I survived, I thought of all those nights we had together, I thought of your smile, your messy hair in the mornings, the way you moan my name... I thought of what I need to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” His voice shakes. He knows, he knows exactly what you needed to tell him but he he wants to hear you say it; he needs to hear you say it.

“I love you,” you whisper as he edges closer to you, “I am in love with you, Bellamy.”

It’s rare for Bellamy to be so open but with you, it’s always been different. He can’t stop the smile that spreads on his face. He can’t help his racing heart and the butterflies in his stomach. He feels stupid but he’s happy. For the first time in a long time, he’s happy, “I love you.”

He kisses you. It’s not like all those other times when you were rushing to take the others clothes off. It’s soft and delicate and he’s savouring every single second of this new type of intimacy. His hands cup your face as you grab onto his shirt to pull him closer. Bellamy is the one person who sends you into a flurry of emotions; your weakness.

Far too soon, he pulls away. Smiling, you press your forehead against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the happy moment together; it wasn’t often a happy moment came along. You stay like that for a long time, breathing and just enjoying the love before he clears his throat, “You should rest.” He goes to move away, unsure now of what to do.

Once more, you grab him but this time you scoot to the left and open the blanket up for him, “You should rest.”

“I need to be on watch-”

“Bellamy,” you say, “You’ve not slept in days, you’re exhausted. Come to bed.” He relents, kicking off his boots and throwing his jacket into the chair at the side of the bed. He crawls in beside you, the warmth of your body soothing his aching muscles.

He lies on his side, arm draped over your body as he presses his lips to your temple, “Thank you,” he whispers, already feeling sleep take over, “for loving me.” You’re taken aback by it but you slide closer to him, pulling his arm over you tighter.

The light snores signalled that he was already asleep. You smile, closing your eyes, “I love you, Bellamy Blake. You’re safe now.” It’s only minutes later when you fall asleep in his warm embrace.

[t-marveland]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎 | octavia blake

Octavia Blake x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 84

Masterlist

Octivia avait plongé dans l'eau sans aucune hésitation et en sortie avec un sourire éclatant sur le visage. Elle te fit un signe de tête pour que tu la rejoignes, mais tu n'étais pas très sereine.

❝━Je ne pense pas que ce soit une bonne idée... Dis-tu.

━Mais si ! Fais pas ta rabat-joie. On va s'amuser.❞

Finalement, tu décidas de passer outre tes craintes et de sauter toi aussi dans l'eau pour profiter de ce moment avec elle.

[black-dragon1998]

Lone Wolf chapter 5

Summary: Clarke brings the Skaikru to the camp waiting for for the match to begin. seeing a gentle side of the wolf they didn’t know she had.

previous parts:  part 1-part 2- part 3- part 4

Comments are always welcome. 

Thanks in advance for reading.

Clarke and the rest of The 100 were walking out of Camp Jaha. You had gone ahead to prepare the sparring field for the match, and she thought it would be best to immediately go to the sparring field so everybody could find a spot for the match.

"Alright, Griffs, spill. What was that all about?" Raven asked. She and Octavia walked up next to Clarke. Octavia had exchanged a couple of theories with Lincoln on the way there, but non could not come up with how someone had climbed the grounder ladder, so to speak. What made it even weirder was that he had never heard of you, and one would expect to at least have heard of Heda's new general. This also meant he couldn't predict how this match would go, but if you were as tough as Anya, then Finn didn't stand a chance.

"yeah, Clarkey. Lincoln told me you have to be crazy good and strong to even get noticed by Heda, and even that took years of being in her army." Octavia said.

"Just watch and see. I promise it won't be a boring match." Clarke chuckled. The two girls look at her in confusion.

"that tells us nothing," Raven exclaimed, but Clarke didn't say anything. Frustrating Raven and Octavia even more, the two knew better than to pressure Clarke, knowing how stubborn the girl could be.

  The moment you got back to the temporary camp, you ordered a couple of guards to prepare the field for the match.

"What am I hearing about you fighting one of the Skaikru?" Turning around, you were met with Anya's deadpan stare and Lexa's razed eyebrow. You were far past the point where you could hold in your laughter, and you were as excited as a kid on Christmas day.

"oh, don't worry, Heda, that boy was all for the idea. Besides, I thought it would be a good idea to entertain the Skaikru before the feast, and it may convince them to join the feast." Lexa just shook her head without saying anything and went ahead with finishing the feast. She knew better than to indulge further in this conversation, which would lead to nothing, and Lexa knew when to pick her battles. You were too stubborn to let your mind be changed about something like this. Enjoying a good too much.

When Lexa was out of earshot, Anya walked closer and gave you a pointed look.

"you are causing me more work." There was no malice behind her words, and for Anya, that was already a huge improvement, and you knew she was as excited as you to see the Skai-boy eat his words.

"you used the basic armour to your advantage, didn't you." She razed an eyebrow knowingly. She also knew you too good.

"mebi." (maybe) Anya just chuckled. You could have only pulled this off with the Skaikru. Any clan in the coalition knew too much of you to agree to a fight. You were known around the clans as being cold and ruthless. Especially toward those you didn't hold close to your heart. Anya also learned that you were just an overgrown puppy around Lexa, Madi and Clarke.

  You saw the Skaikru come out of Camp Jaha little by little after Clarke had stepped outside with The 100. Walking over to the prepared training field when your senses picked up a familiar scent when a cart passed you. Anya looked at you, confused when you stopped dead in your tracks. Stopping the cart and walking to the back of it. You saw a little leg sticking out from under some furs.

"It seems we have a little stowaway that couldn't wait for tonight." You threw over your shoulder to Anya. Grabbing the leg sticking out and lifting the little girl out of the cart. Madi's face looked at you from its upside-down position.

"Well, hello, you little troublemaker." You can't help but smile at the little girl. She was the only one you were always soft with. Even Clark and Lexa had seen you frustrated with them and yelling at them. Wood and River came running when they spotted Madi. They started jumping up at her and playfully nipping at her. Not even getting close to her to cause ant damage.

  When Lexa walked away from you and Anya, she saw Clarke at the side of the sparring field with her friends. Lexa had to admit giving the Skaikru entertainment would at least bring them outside camp Jaha. Seeing Clarke as happy as this was also a good bonus. It was hard to not strut up to the blond and kiss her, but they hadn't dropped that bomb quite jet, so she had to restrain herself. Lexa knew you also had it hard with not touching them like you used to do.

The Skaikry tensed when they saw Lexa approach, especially Lincoln and Octavia. Everybody relaxed a bit when Lexa smiled in a warmer way than they were used to.

"welcome. I am very happy to have all of you here today and that you accepted our invitation." Lexa said, walking up behind Clarke. Being close to one another without touching and arousing suspicion.

"Clarkey said there was free food. You won't see me turning that down." Raven comes close to Lexa with a wide grin, smelling the air.

"fuck, that smells good." The grounders who heard Raven's bras words looked up for a second and then went back to work with a smile. They were used to it when working with Anya.

"Thank you for the invitation, Heda." Marcus said, giving Lexa a small bow, and Abby nodded in agreement. They had joined after word got around about the fight and wanted to be able to supervise the fight and intervene if necessary. Lexa noticed Lincoln and Octavia staying in the background, which was another thing Lexa wanted to make right.

"Lincoln, Octavia, step closer, please." The two former Trikru warriors stepped forward, not meeting Heda's gaze.

"look at me, warriors," Lexa commanded, her voice softer than other times. When they met her eyes, she smiled at them.

"Lincoln and Octavia, before this feast can start and their real peace treaty can start, I would like to speak with the two of you." Lexa started.

"When I banished you, Lincoln, I saw love as a weakness, and you choosing your love for Octavia over your family was one of the first times in a long time I had seen what the power of love really could do. Over the years, I have come back to that mindset, as I have had the pleasure of knowing what love can do to somebody. Therefore Lincoln Kom Trikry and Octavia Kom Trikru, I would like to welcome you back to the Trikru clan and let you know all of your crimes are being forgiven. You can even pick up on your training if you would like." Lexa finished before giving both warriors a respected bow. Octavia and Lincoln thanked her and said they would be honoured to restart their training again. After Lexa walked away and toward her warriors overlooking the field.

  When Lexa was gone, Octavia turned to Clarke.

"you knew of this?!" The younger girl pointed an accusing finger at her friend, and Clarke just shrugged. Octavia hugged Clarke long.

"thank you! You have no idea what this means to Lincoln. To both of us." She whispered in Clarke's shoulder.

"I’m happy we could make the two of you happy.” Clarke hugged the younger girl back. They were interrupted when Raven slung her arms around Clarke and Octavia.

“look at the three of us back together.” Raven was grinning like a madwoman.

“So Clarke have anything special in store for little old me?” Raven poked Clarke in the ribs.

“maybe, you will just have to wait and see.” Clarke teased. Making the mechanic curious as to what it could be.

“Also, after the fight, I will introduce you and Lincoln to the new general in charge of training new warriors. Anya and they are sharing the responsibility, but I think you will like them more than Anya. She can be a bit brutal, and you will have to ask Lexa someday.”

A lot of the Skaikru had scattered around one side of the field, closest to Camp Jaha. A lot of grounders had gathered around the other side of the area.

“well, looks like we got a little stowaway.” The group's attention was called when your voice resonated over the field. You had a hanging girl upside down, with your wolves jumping at her. The girl didn’t look older than three. Non of them registered the playfulness in your voice or that your wolves weren’t even trying to jump. They even looked a bit scared about what you would do to the little girl.

“Clarke? What is happening?” Abby looked at her daughter for an explanation. She still recalled how intimidating you had reacted to her and feared for the little girl's safety. Surely someone who responded so brutal as you wouldn’t have any good intentions with a child.

“it’s okay, mom, nothing is going to happen.” Clarke reassured. Knowing you were just playing.

“that doesn’t look like nothing, Clarke.” Bellamy’s voice hardened. Ready to jump on anything about you he didn’t like. Because quite frankly, he didn’t like you.

“it rather looks like she is going to feed that girl to her wolves.” Leave it to Raven to put a nice image in everybody’s mind. Their worries, however, were broken when the girl started giggling and attached herself to your neck for cuddles. You put your arms protectively around her. They could just watch the stunt as you interacted with the girl quite lovingly. The moment was broken when Finn walked onto the field, followed by a bunch of teenage boys. His arteria looked a little different than when they last saw him.

“well looks like Finn has put on a lot more armour than before. You think he is getting scared.” Octavia asked as she watched Finn prepare. Basically just throwing his hand up in the air and screaming some nonsense.

Clarke thought it was funny. Finn had put on more armour while you, on the other hand, would probably take some off. When you fought, it was mostly in ripped jeans, a sports bra and a tank top. She didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but the shit-eating grin on her face gave her away that something was about to happen.

“want to share something with us, princess?” Raven razed one of her eyebrows

“I would just say watch the match.” Clarke turned around so they no longer could see her face. She had decided to stay with The 100 during the match.

  You walked toward Lexa, Madi still clinging to you. Lexa smiled when she saw you approach.

“hey, strik won (little one). I see you found mama, but I believe we promised to stay with our caretaker until we came and got you, didn’t we?” Lexa asked Madi. She never used her Heda voice with her daughter, but she and Clarke were the most stern when it came to her so.

“sorry, noman (mother). Missed mama.” Madi said, burrowing her face in your neck, and you rubbed her back in reassurance.

“Maid, look at me.” Lexa’s voice was a little sterner, but she just wanted to get her point over with Madi.

“no more running away from your caretakers, okay. It can be dangerous.” Lexa emphasized the word dangerous to make Madi understand.

“sorry. Love you nomon.” Madi whispered, looking up at Lexa.

“love you too, sweetheart. I just want to keep you safe.” Lexa gave Madi a kiss on the head that seemed to cure the little girl's down mood.

“okay, bug, want to go to mommy?” since Lexa was overseeing the match and you were in it, Madi couldn’t stay with the two of you, and you knew after seeing you she was giddy to see Clarke. As you thought, she got excited fast.

“yes, yes, please, can I go to her now!” you and Lexa chuckled.

“Alright, alright. She is just over there at the edge of the field.” You say, pointing in Clarke’s direction.

“do you see her?” Madi vigorously nodded her head.

“yes.”

“good. Go across the field so we can see you, okay.” Lexa tells her as you put her on the ground.

“Okay.” With that, she was off like a speeding bullet. Giggling the whole way.

Just as she would get out of earshot, she turned back at you.

“good luck, mama. I know you are going to win.” With that, she started running again and started screaming for Clarke.

part 6

[helloallthethingsilove]

Curiosity Meets Satisfaction

Synopsis: You are curious about Bellamy, but too shy to admit anything. Murphy helps push that along.

Warnings: Fluff

Bellamy Blake Taglist: @jodiereedus22

A/N: Just a reminder that requests are open!

‘Ever since we got to the ground, I’ve been writing. I had managed to smuggle a notebook down with me, and I use mainly charred twigs to get the words down. Time passes by so fast, and I don’t want to forget a moment that happens. So I write. I mark down the days as they go by, and explain what happened during the hours. That way, in case no one is left in the end, whoever finds the book will know what happened. That way, we won’t be forgotten.’

I snap my notebook close at the sound of footsteps nearing me, hugging the book to my chest. I look up to see Murphy smirking down at me, that cocky son of a bitch.

“What’re you writing, Y/N? Is that your diary?” He comments mockingly, a crude laugh tumbling out of your mouth.

“That’s none of your concern,” I mumble back to him, my eyes flitting downwards as a blush covers my cheeks. I’ve never been one for attention, neither on the Ark or on the ground. Let alone from the jackass of the camp.

Suddenly a pair of hands reach down and grasp onto my book, going to tug it away but I react faster than I thought I would, my own fingers gripping onto the leather bound paper, “Stop, let go! You’re going to ruin it!”

Murphy just laughs, tugging on the book harder, “C’mon, bookworm, I just want to read what you’ve wrote.” At some point, my grip loosens slightly as my palms begin to sweat, and the book is finally yanked from my hands. “This isn’t funny!” I say as I go to grab back my book, but the arms of one of Murphy’s goons hold me back.

Murphy simply ‘tsks’, and just as he opens the front cover, another pair of hands enter my sight and snatch the book away, closing it with just one hand.

“That’s enough, Murphy. Get back to work, all of you,” Bellamy’s voice booms around us, and immediately the arms holding me back let go, my feet wobbling as I regain my balance.

The group walks away from us, with Murphy towing along with a huff of annoyance. I keep my gaze down a bit as they bump into me, at least until they are gone, and I glance up at Bellamy who watches them retreat.

“Thank you,” I mumble out slightly, and he offers a small smile and outstretches his hand, my book being given back to me.

“Don’t pay attention to those guys,” Bellamy starts out, watching as I hold the book close to my chest again, “If you don’t mind my asking, what have you been writing since we’ve gotten down here?”

Another blush covers my cheeks and I spin my heel against the soft dirt, “it’s just… I’ve been documenting what’s been going on since we’ve gotten here, just in case something happens and my book is all that is left. I know it’s stupid, but it-”

“It’s not stupid,” I look up from the ground to see a slightly amused Bellamy, probably from all my rambling, “I say keep doing it if it helps you to cope, but don’t think that allows you to skip out on working.”

I let out a breathy laugh at his teasing tone, but know I probably should keep up with my side of work, “I’ll have to keep that in mind then.”

*

Days go by and there is still no communication with the Ark, but people don’t seem to mind as they prance around the fire under the stars and moonlight. I smile at the sight around me, my book laying in my lap as I take a small break from writing. Bellamy sits across the fire from me, and once he catches me staring, he gives a small smirk. I glance away from him as heat takes over my cheeks, but it is too dark for anyone to notice.

I glance down at my writing, smiling as I re-read over my words. I don’t know when I stopped writing about the daily events and started writing about him, but I did. Just another way of keep myself sane, I suppose. I couldn’t help it, though; not after when he defended me from Murphy. I had started writing a letter towards him, almost as if a thank-you note and a ‘here’s how I feel’ note, but it was nowhere near finished. I didn’t even know if I was going to give it to him.

It seems I might not have a choice in the matter as the same pair of hands from before snatch my book away, the pages already open to the letter, and my eyes widen as his lips part to speak, “Murphy, don’t-!”

“‘Bellamy’,” Murphy starts, that same goddamn smirk on his face as his eyes glance between the two of us, my horrified expression and Bellamy’s confused one.

-”’Bellamy, I don’t know why I am writing this, but like I mentioned before, it’s sort of been helping me cope. I just wanted to say thank you for the day you defended me. I don’t think you realize how much that meant to me, I am truly grateful. I didn’t realize that after that, I paid less attention to the activities going on, and paid more attention to you. They way you act, the way your expression softens when you talk to someone you care about, the way your laugh sounds… I know I sound stupid, and you probably don’t even pay attention to me. But I pay attention to you. I’m not saying that I think of you constantly, but I can’t deny the fact that each time my mind wanders, it always finds its way back to you.’”

Tears fall down my face in pure embarrassment, Murphy and his goons laughing, and Bellamy just sitting across from me with an unreadable expression.

“Looks like you got an admirer, Bellamy,” Murphy snickers, and I get up from my seat, not sticking around to hear the rest as I dart back to my makeshift tent.

I collapse on my pile of blankets as sobs rack throughout my body, my face beat red from anger, frustration, embarrassment, any negative emotion you could think of. My thoughts cloud my head so much, I don’t even hear the tent flap opening and closing, and barely register the body heat radiating next to me.

“I pay attention to you too.”

I jolt up at the sound of the voice, my hand immediately flying to my heart in a moment of shock, before I see Bellamy sitting next to me on my pile of blankets, barely able to make out his face in the dark.

“What did you say?” I ask, having barely heard him the first time as I was more occupied with my thoughts, “Wait, forget it. If you’re here to make fun of me, I don’t want to hear it.”

Bellamy simply chuckles before me, his head shaking in the same amusement as before, “I said, I pay attention to you too, so it’s not one-sided. I’ve realized lately, that whenever my mind wanders, you’re my favorite place to go to for peace.”

My cheeks heat up at his words, and my gaze goes down for a moment, before I feel his soft grip on my chin guiding my gaze back up to his, “Do you really mean that? Or do you just feel sorry for me?”

He sighs a bit, his mind searching for the right word choice, as he settles in besides me, our shoulders touching and our legs pressed against one another. He glances down at me, and my breathing picks up as our noses barely brush against each other with this distance.

“Murphy was being an asshole, so I do feel sorry for you in that sense,” Bellamy starts, and my gaze goes back down for a moment before his next words snatch it back up, “I didn’t want you to have to go through that. But regarding what I said earlier, I do mean it. I’m curious about you, I want to know more about you.”

I can’t help the small smile that crosses my face at that, and soon his expression matches it. I look at him for a moment, my eyes meeting his, as I try to quickly decipher how I feel and put it into words.

But it seems he beats me to it, and soon afterwards his head dips down slightly and our lips meet for the first time, and everything feels right.