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fanfics4all · 3 years ago

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Banished

Request: Yes / No roan x reader (smut preferably) where you get banished from skaikru about a month in after landing on earth and you meet roan. since he’s wounded and you’re a healer you patch him up and end up travelling together and become rlly close?? idk i read your trick or treat fic and it was my favourite roan fic i’ve read (and i’ve read them all...no shame)😭 @szhead31

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Roan x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1735

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name

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“What do you mean I’m kicked out?” I asked Clarke and Bellamy.

“Y/N, you’ve been a danger to the camp.” Bellamy said with his arms crossed.

“A danger? I’m a damn healer!” I shouted.

“And half of the people in our infirmary are because of you!” He shouted back at me.

“Enough!” Clarke shouted, stopping anything before it started.

“Y/N, Bellamy’s right. You’ve been fighting everyone in camp and with the Grounders wanting to kill us, we need to think of the bigger picture.” She said and I scoffed.

“Ya know what? I don’t even care anymore. Screw all of you and I hope the Grounders kick your ass!” I shouted and stormed out of the dropship. I went to my tent and grabbed my shit then left without another word. Those assholes can kiss my damn ass.

*One Month Later*

I was out hunting in the snow. I don’t entirely remember how I got here, but I was alive so that’s all that matters. I had the perfect angle on the deer I was hunting when all of a sudden a scream scared it away.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned. I decided that I should run and see who was screaming. Maybe someone from camp got lost and I could fix them up, it was the damn doctor in me… If I heal them maybe they’ll see I’m not as bad as everyone says I am! I pushed myself to run faster and found a man leaning against a tree with a serious wound in his stomach. I’m honestly surprised his guts weren’t falling out. I kneeled down by his side and quickly pulled out my supplies.

“Who are you?” He asked with a groan.

“I’m here to help, who are you? What happened?” I asked as I started to work on his stomach.

“I am Roan, Prince of Azgeda.” He answered then hissed in pain.

“Don’t move, I need to disinfect it before I stitch you up. Here, bite on this.” I said and pushed a cloth into his mouth. He bit down on it and continued my work. It took about a half hour to patch him up enough to get him somewhere safe.

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked as we were walking through the forest.

“My Father was a doctor, he taught me everything I know.” I answered with a small smile.

“Your Father taught you well.” He said, returning my smile.

“Up ahead, there’s a small cabin I found, I’ve been staying there.” I said and pointed at the building ahead. He nodded and the two of us quickly but carefully made our way into the cabin. I laid him on the bed and checked his wound again.

“If you’re a Prince, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn’t you have guards with you?” I asked.

“I was banished so my people could join with the Commander.” He said sadly.

“Your parents banished you?” I asked shocked and he nodded sadly.

“Why are you out here on your own?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“Same reason you are. I was banished because my people thought I was more dangerous than the Grounders.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly.

“Why?” He asked.

“I was a healer to my people, there weren’t many, but the two people that basically put themselves in charge kicked me out because I kept fighting people. Those people talked a lot of shit about me and I was just making sure they knew not to mess with me, turns out that putting your own people in the infirmary while at ‘war’ isn’t a great idea.” I half laughed.

“How long have you been out here?” He asked.

“About a month, maybe a little more.” I shrugged.

“You’re strong.” He smiled and his eyes slowly started to close.

“Get some rest, I’ll check on you in the morning.” I said and walked off to make myself food.

*Another Month Later*

Roan had healed well. He was strong and wanted to get better. He was actually a very good patient and did everything I asked of him. The two of us got to know each other while he was healing and he was amazing. At first he was pretty reserved and hesitant to let me into his life, but eventually he opened up to me. He was sweet with a very strong sense of loyalty. When he was finally better I thought he would just leave, which broke my heart at the thought, but he stayed. He explained to me how he was a bounty hunter and asked me to join him on his adventures. I had agreed, but we always ended up coming back to the cabin we now claimed as ours. The two of us knew we had developed feelings for one another, but we never fully confessed. Sure we acted like a couple, but it was never solidified. That was until we got snowed in our cabin with no way of leaving.

“I suppose it’s good that we got extra food yesterday when we were out.” I said and Roan smiled.

“I suppose you’re right.” He said and joined me in the bed. Roan pulled me towards him and I rested my head on his chest. We sat in silence, revelling in the warmth that our bodies gave to each other. After a few minutes Roan pulled my face up to look at him and he did something unexpected. He held my chin with two of his fingers and gently kissed me. I was breathless when he broke away, his eyes shining as he admired me.

“What was that for?” I whispered.

“I just finally got the courage to confess how I feel.” He said and I smiled with a slight blush dusting my cheeks.

“I feel the same way.” I said and kissed him again. The kiss started off as sweet and loving, but it quickly turned hotter. The two of us were feeling each other’s bodies and enjoying the feelings. When Roan dipped into my pants I pulled away.

“Wait, I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” I said, blushing deeply and looked away. Roan grabbed my face and made me look at him.

“Let me teach you. We’ll be nice and warm after.” He said with a small smirk. There was something about Roan that made me trust him with all of my heart.

“Okay…” I whispered. Roan pulled my shirt off and then my pants were quick to follow. My arms immediately went to cover my chest.

“What about you?” I asked. He smirked and rid himself of his clothing, naked. Roan gently pried my arms from my chest and smiled.

“Beautiful.” He hummed and kissed me, making my cheeks turn pink.

“No need to be shy, Y/N.” He promised. He gently pushed me to lay on the bed and his lips went to my chest.

“Roan…” I breathed, lacing my fingers into his brown hair. He pulled my underwear from me and looked up at me for consent. I gave him a small nod and he moved to my entrance. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered my pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles coursed through my body. It felt amazing, until he broke through the one thing that indicated I was indeed a virgin. I grunted at the sharp burst of pain in my pussy. He held still, deep within me.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He whispered in my ear. My breathing was fast and shallow as I felt my walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulled to an ache, but was slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness. The tingles from him pressing against my clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths.

“It’s okay… I’m fine.” I finally whispered. Roan’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on my face, probably looking for any signs of pain. He stopped with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance on my pussy. He teased me for only a moment, making me moan and grip the sheets.

“Please don’t tease.” I begged.

“Sorry love.” He said and pushed back inside me. One of his hands found my clit and I arched my back as he played with it. My muscles eased, allowing the pain to dissipate. Roan’s thrusts began to build pressure in my stomach and stars in my eyes. The soft pleasure washed over me with ease. My breaths were coming out in shallow stutters as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was throbbing around Roan and he could feel every second of my building pleasure.

“Roan, fuck!” I choked out as I withered on the bed.

“Harder, harder please!” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut. Roan leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy but loving kiss as he did what I wanted. The ache in my every muscle released all at once. A shudder ran through my body as my orgasm took over me.

“You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Roan praised, and it only made it better. Roan pulled my legs over his shoulders and hit a deeper spot inside me.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. My back arched off the bed as Roan slid into me with the deep, angled thrusts. My moans were loud, escaping my lips with every other thrust he made. His hips rolled against mine with his hand still trying to pull another orgasm from me. I gripped the sheets tighter as I jolted upward from his powerful force.

“Oh fuck! Roan!” I screamed, pleasure bursting through my veins. I was cumming for a second time tonight.

“Oh Y/N!” He moaned as he came inside me. I whined when he pulled out of me. He gave a small chuckle and pulled me into him under the blanket.

“Warmer?” He asked and I nodded.

“That was amazing.” I sighed happily.

“We can do that as often as you want.” He smiled and I captured his lips in a kiss.

“I think I want to do that all the time.” I said and he laughed.

“Whatever you want, my Princess.” He said and I smiled. This was what earth was all about. This was my new start.

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anonfanfic · 4 years ago

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Rewrite The Stars || Clexa

“You’re wrong. During the test I sense every part of you.” Lexa, or rather The Judge, stood at a distance, which made Clarke’s heart ache as she stared at Lexa’s familiar face. “I’m feeling your pain right now.”

A blinding rage overtook Clarke and she moved toward The Judge with her hands pulled into tight fists.

“Really? Then feel my pain holding Lexa as she dies,” Clarke’s voice cracked, and she hated that she was exposing such raw emotions to someone who looked like her soulmate but was just a shell. It was like someone was taking a knife and running it though her heart each time she heard Lexa’s voice.

Clarke’s looked into green eyes that had once looked at her with heated anger and more recently gazed in complete love. Now, however, there was only a cold distance that drove the knife even deeper into Clarke’s chest.

The Judge’s expression changed, and Clarke couldn’t read it. She was so concentrated on trying to figure out what they were thinking she didn’t immediately register The Judge moving toward her, closing the space in a few long strides.

The deep green eyes were still locked on her and Clarke couldn’t stop the drop in her stomach as they reached up and placed long cool fingers on her cheek. Clarke gasped as the reality around her melted away and was replaced by her own memories.

Lexa’s figure appeared in front of her like a celestial being. They were in Lexa’s private chambers in Polis Tower, before it had been reduced to rubble and ash. The setting sun was sending a radiating warm glow around the room. Clarke knew this moment. She had lived it most nights as she tried to find rest.

Clarke looked down at their locked arms and then back up at Lexa – her Lexa – the green eyes she loved looking at her with warmth and love. Clarke didn’t hesitate, she moved in pressing her lips to Lexa’s and unlike in her dreams she felt the pressure of Lexa’s response. It felt so real.

Clarke pulled back to catch her breath and watched a tear roll down Lexa’s face. They were saying goodbye, little did Clarke know at the time, the sands of their hourglass were down to single grains. Before Clarke could move in again, she felt herself being pulled away.

She watched as memories flashed before her eyes. Lexa’s face, Clarke alone in the woods for months, spitting in Lexa’s face, a knife to Lexa’s neck, both kneeling in front of the other at different times, and more intimate and private moments that the two had shared.

Some of the memories lasted longer than others in Clarke’s mind. It wasn’t until Clarke heard the firing of the gun and smelled the gunpowder that she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Stop!” Clarke screamed, the word tearing at her throat and wondering if this was her punishment, a living hell of having to watch Lexa die over and over.

Clarke waited and tried to use all her senses to figure out if she was going to open her eyes to Lexa’s shocked expression and dark blood pouring out of a gunshot wound.

She heard only silence and let her eyes flutter open. She was back in the present, the purple and blues of the galaxy swirling around them.

Clarke took a step back, The Judges hand still raised between them.

“You had no right.” Clarke’s jaw was clenched, and she felt her throat contracting.

“You have felt pain.” The Judge finally lowered their hand that was still hanging in the air. “You have felt injustice and the decisions you have made echo that pain.” The Judge’s lips pursed, and they looked up closing their eyes.

Clarke looked up into the purple expanse above them, wondering if some being or event was going to happen to signal the end of the test. After a moment that seemed to roll on into eternity The Judge looked back at Clarke.

“There were choices that were made for you. While we can’t give you back time. We are curious, if given the chance, would you make different choices?”

Clarke tilted her head in confusion, but before she could ask a question a blinding light surrounded her, and it felt like her body was melting away again. Her body was warm, not uncomfortable, more comforting like a tight embrace. Clarke wondered after feeling like she had been floating in a white expanse for years, if this was now her reality. Clarke hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until her lungs started burning. Maybe that was a good sign, she could still breath and was therefore still alive in some form.

Thankfully, Clarke felt weight come back to her and the harsh light beating against her eyelids started to dim. The smell of salt water and the cool breeze on her face gave Clarke hope she was back in some form of reality. Clarke opened her eyes and tried to get them to focus on her surroundings. She blinked and the world started to come back to her. She was on a beach surrounded by trees. She couldn’t be sure if this was real or just another part of the test.

“There are choices that come with free will and we have learned through our time with humanity that one of the strongest emotions is love. If given a chance at love, would that change our views on humanity?” Clarke heard the voice, like a part of the wind around her, in her mind. “Do not take this opportunity for granted.”

There was a sharp ringing in Clarke’s head. Almost knocking her off her feet as it interrupted her balance. She shook her head, trying to make it stop. As the ringing subsided, Clarke’s eyes scanned the shoreline of the beach. Small waves broke along the beach and there were different fallen trees and large rocks dotting the sand.

Clarke froze and her heart gave a painful lurch as she spotted someone sitting on one of the rocks facing the water. They were about twenty feet from where Clarke was standing their back to her.

“Lexa?” Clarke’s voice almost got lost in the waves lapping up on the shore. It was impossible. Wasn’t it? It was probably The Judge ready for another test.

Clarke’s heart skipped a beat as Lexa turned to face her. There were no braids, war paint, or armor. This was the Lexa that Clarke remembered from her private chambers. One of the last times they had been alone together.

The second their eyes locked Clarke knew it was her – it was the real Lexa. It was her Lexa.

Clarke’s legs were moving before her mind could keep up. She saw Lexa leap off the rock and rush toward her. Clarke felt her feet digging into the soft sand, trying to slow her strides, but it didn’t matter – Clarke would force herself to fly if it meant she could get to Lexa faster.

They met in a tangle of hands and lips. Clarke tasted Lexa and she felt pieces of herself starting to come back together. Her hands moved up Lexa’s arms to her face and Clarke was whole again. She had never really noticed how broken she had been without Lexa until this moment. Lexa was real and Clarke had her in her arms once again.

“How?” Was all Clarke could manage as they broke apart and stared at each other.

Lexa cupped Clarke’s face in her hands. She smiled and there was no more burden. Clarke was seeing Lexa as she had always wanted to see her, without the weight of her title on her shoulders.

“There are parts of humanity that are a choice. We have free will. I was given the choice to give up my place in the Flame as the Commander to live out the rest of my days with you – here.”

“You have up your birthright to be with me on an abandoned planet?” Clarke couldn’t believe the words were coming out of her mouth. None of this seemed possible.

Lexa smiled and leaned in to kiss Clarke. “We were all given a choice.” Lexa looked over Clarke’s shoulder. Clarke turned and saw her friends working together to make fires and shelter.

“Clarke.”

Clarke turned around as Lexa spoke her name. Even that was something she hadn’t realized until this very moment that she had craved. She loved hearing her name on Lexa’s lips.

“We owe nothing more to our people.” Lexa’s smile widened and she moved her arms down to wrap them around Clarke’s waist. “This time is for us.”

Clarke felt her expression lighten. She was lightheaded and knew that if Lexa were to release her, she’d probably fall to her knees in the sand.

This was it. This was the time that had been stolen for them. They had the chance to finally be together and not have the responsibility of leading armies. They were just two girls in love.

The girl from the sky and the girl from the ground. They had met again.

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topazy · 4 years ago

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The fierce and broken

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“Anya, look! Over there.”

You glanced at a fire in the distance. Oh, great. Burning alive would probably be better than whatever Anya had planned for you. You didn’t understand why she hadn’t just killed you? Was she toying with you? Anya stood up, “a signal fire.”

“Reapers.”

Anya glared at you before turning to face Tristan. “Let them know we see it. I'll send my fastest rider to warm the commander.”

“Is the boy dead?” Anya asked the masked grounder.

He nodded. No, no, no. Finn couldn’t be dead. How could you have let them kill him? You should have done more. He was your friend and he trusted you to have his back. You fought back tears not wanting to give the grounders the satisfaction of seeing your pain.

“Good,” she looked down at you. “Kill the girl, then catch up.”

The moment Anya turned her back you tried to run away, but the masked grounder yanked on your chains.

______

The first thing you saw when you awoke a two headed horse. You said nothing, pretending to still be unconscious. Try and live a little longer. The horse suddenly came to a halt at a hilltop, where the grounder surprisingly let you down gently.

You took a few steps back, prepared to run when a rustling noise from behind caught your attention. Tears of happiness threatened to spill from your eyes when Finn appeared from behind some trees. You ran over and hugged him, “Finn. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I don't understand how...”

“Lincoln saved my life. He killed one of his own people to do it.”

You turned to see the masked grounder remove his mask, it was Lincoln. “That signal fire? That was you?”

He nodded, “we needed a distraction.”

“And I’d say it worked.”

Lincoln looked at Finn before shaking his head, “not well enough.”

You and Finn turned to see another signal fire in the distance. Finn looked worried, “what does it mean?”

“It means Anya knows Alba is not dead,” Lincoln turned away and started to walk towards the tree lines. “We need to hurry. Let's hope they follow the horse.”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Somewhere they won’t follow.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, as Lincoln lead you towards some caves. “where does this lead to?”

“Everywhere. There's a tunnel to your camp. If we make it through, we should get there before Tristan.” Just as you reached the tunnels arrows started to fly pass you. “Go. Go!”

______

Once I’m the Reaper tunnels, Lincoln lit a small fire to make a torch and told us we needed to keep moving. I noticed him limping slightly, it was hard to notice in the dim light but I eventually saw the arrow sticking out of his side.

You interrupted Finn and Lincoln’s conversation about reapers to offer Lincoln some help. “I should clean that before it gets infected.”

Lincoln shrugged at your offer, “I've fought battles with worse wounds than this.”

“We're not in a battle right now,” you pointed out.

“Yes, we are.”

You looked at him curiously for a moment, watching as he pushed the arrow out of his side. “Why are you helping us?”

“This can't just be about Octavia,” Finn added

“You don’t need to tell us,” you shook your head. “Give me your knife, I’m going to heat the blade. You might want something to bite down on.”

Lincoln scoffed. “You people are so soft. If you don't learn to be more,” he let out a whine of pain as you pressed the blade against his skin to stop the bleeding. “What my people are doing to yours is wrong.”

You gave Lincoln a minute to rest before he insisted on walking again. Finn studied the grounder reading a map. “Wait. If you never were down here, how'd you map it?”

“Spoils of war.”

Finn shook his head still confused by Lincoln’s comment, but you understood it straight away. He had taken it off a dead body. You put a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a noise of disgust when you saw trailers piles of bodies. Finn put his arm in front of you, “did you hear that?”

You shook your head, and waited. Then you heard it, shouting in the distance.

“What is that?” You asked in a whisper.

“Reapers.” Lincoln handed a book and knife to Finn, “make sure Octavia gets them.” The shouting was getting louder, meaning the reapers were getting closer. “I'm gonna lead them away. Wait until they follow me, then run.”

You frowned, “I’d they catch you they will kill you.”

Finn spoke with Lincoln briefly before he went off. You and Finn ran as far as you could until a reaper found you. The reaper shoved you to the ground and held a knife up to Finn’s throat. Oh shit. Finn reached for a rock and bashed the reaper of the head with it. A look of horror washed over his face when the realisation of what he did sunk in.

Grounder, reaper, sky crew. It didn’t matter. All of them were human.

You rushed over to Finn and pressed your hands to his face, trying to get his attention away from the dead body by his feet. “Don’t look at him, look at me!” Finn slowly looked at you. “I know how it feels, I slit Caliban's throat to try and save myself, save you, get back to camp and warn them.” You suddenly felt your own tears threatening to spill. “We need to keep going okay?”

You stop by a stream where Finn begins to wash the reaper blood of his hands, while you did your best to clean your face of dried blood, dirt, and sweat the best you could. You did this in silence until Finn cleared his throat. “Do you think I should have fought for her?”

“Finn, don’t.”

“Clarke, I love her.” He stopped washing his hands and sat on the ground. “I’m in love with her.”

You could sense his hesitation, “but?”

“I love Raven and...”

“You broke her heart,” you sighed. “Finn this isn’t any of my business, please don’t drag me into this. We need to focus on getting back.”

“Yeah, your right.” He stood up again, and offered you a hand to your feet. “I just want to say one more thing, thank you.”

You looked at him puzzled, “what for?”

“Coming on this adventure with me,” he said with a chuckle. “Al you would have tried to save that grounder's life even if I wasn’t at risk. You have been there for Octavia, Raven, hell you even look out for Murphy. And if I wasn’t for you I’m sure I would be dead.”

“Lincoln would have saved you.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at you, “I don’t know if he would have fought so hard for just me.”

You opened your mouth to argue that he was wrong when a loud explosion came from the direction of the camp. “We need to go now.”

______

“Alba and Finn! They're back!”

Bellamy, Miller, and Octavia rushed to the gates when they saw you entering the camp. “Is everyone okay? We heard an explosion. What happened?”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, “Murphy happened.”

You noticed the bruising that was around Bellamy’s neck. Murphy...you couldn’t dwell on what your friend might have done. Jasper ran over to the small group, “Thank God! Where have you been? Where's Monty?”

“Monty’s gone?” You asked, shocked.

“We need to leave, now.” Finn said cutting in, “All of us do. There's an army of grounders, unlike anything we've ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”

“Like hell we do!” Bellamy snapped. “We knew this was coming.”

“Not like this,” you said stepping forward. “Believe me when I say we aren’t strong enough to fight them off, if it wasn’t for Lincoln we would be dead. I don’t know what your decision is, but you better make it fast.”

Octavia turned from her brother to face you, “you saw Lincoln?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He killed one of his own to save us.”

“You expect us to trust a grounder?” Bellamy scoffed. “This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind that wall in this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they're yet to realize one very important fact. We are on the ground now, and that means we are grounders!”

A few delinquents began chanting with Bellamy while Finn gave Octavia the gifts from Lincoln. Clarke walked over and added her input as well, while you looked around the camp for Raven.

Just as you opened your mouth to ask if anybody had seen her, you noticed her. “Raven!” You screamed running towards her, “Raven!”

You heard Bellamy saying that Murphy shot her. Finn caught Raven before she fell to the ground, “get her into the drop-ship!”

_______

You clenched your teeth as Raven squeezed your hand painfully tight as Clarke cauterised the gunshot wound.

Finn was pacing back and forth, “how did Murphy even get a gun?”

“Long story.”

“We got lucky.” Raven smiled. “If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead.”

You frowned not finding the joke funny. Raven had become a good friend to you, and truthfully you’d be lost without her.

“Wait, there's rocket fuel down there? Enough to build a bomb?” Clarke asked.

You eyes Clarke suspiciously, you had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking. Raven tried to sit up, “enough to build hundreds of bombs... if we had any gunpowder left.”

“What about the reapers?” Bellamy asked, changing the subject. “Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?”

You share a look with Finn before shaking your head, “they won’t help, trust me.”

Finn stepped back, “can Raven walk or not?”

“No.” Clarke answered, “we will need to carry her.”

“The hell you will.” Raven tried to get off the table, “I'm good to go.”

“Hey, your not going anywhere.” Raven pulled at a face at you, “the bullet is still inside you. Until we take it out you can’t go anywhere, it’s not safe.”

You felt guilty, but you were determined to keep Raven safe. You listened to Finn and Bellamy bicker between themselves before you had enough. “Will guys stop it?” They both turned to stare at you. “The grounders are coming now, if we are going to leave it needs to be now. Finn I need you to help me find a stretcher.”______

Bellamy started to lead the delinquents into the forest with Clarke, and Finn standing beside him at the front. Octavia was on lookout, you had a brief reunion with your friend before you left camp. Octavia hugged you and filled you in on what Murphy had done. Sighing you glanced down at Raven, who looked pissed. She wasn’t happy about being carried on a stretcher.

Suddenly everybody came to a halt, something was wrong. “Everybody get back to camp now!”

The delinquents quickly turned around and headed back to the camp, as the gunners went back to their posts as you helped Raven get back inside the drop-ship.

You helped her sit down, “are you okay?”

“I am,” she nodded. “I’m glad you are back...I was so worried when you and Finn never came back.”

You crouched down to Raven’s level when she started to cry. “I’m not going to lie it was rough, but me and Finn are fine. And you will be too, soon as this is all over Clarke will fix you up.”

Raven shook her head, you for the feeling something else had happened. “That’s not it...I got...I don’t even know what I was thinking. When you guys were gone I slept with Bellamy.” You stared at her wide-eyed not knowing what to say. “You guys were almost being killed while I was-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut her off. “What happened before doesn’t matter, we need to focus on surviving tonight.”

Raven opened her mouth to reply when Finn, Clarke, and Bellamy entered the drop-ship. “We've got twenty five rifles with twenty rounds each, give or take. Roughly five hundred rounds of ammo. While you two were gone, we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined.”

You watched as Raven shifted awkwardly, you wondered if she had any feelings for the leader of the camp. “Partly minded, thanks to Murphy.”

“Still, it's the main route in.” Bellamy pointed out. “If the grounders use it, we'll know. She also built grenades.”

Clarke frowned, “it’s not many.”

Raven flung her head back, “again. Thank you Murphy.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, looking even more pissed than before. “We'll make them count. If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back.”

“Then what?” You asked.

“Them we close the door and pray,” Raven said softly.

While you half heartedly listened to the others talking you tried to think what you could do. Hearing Raven say how she had no gun powder gave you an idea. “What if we don't use a bomb, what if we blast off instead?”

Raven smiled at you. “Draw them in close, then fire the rockets. A ring of fire. I like your thinking Al.”

“Will it work?” Finn asked, obviously not convinced.

“If we give Raven enough time it will.”

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You, Clarke and Finn were underneath the dropship, looking for its ignition system when you heard Raven calling out. “Somethings wrong, we need to go back.”

You quickly claimed back towards her, you walked towards her worried. “Raven what’s wrong?”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

You shared a knowing glance with Clarke.

“Okay let me check you again,” Clarke said helping Raven turn over. “Al can you give me a hand.”

After Clarke checked Raven over you discovered she was bleeding internally. The bullet was lodged somewhere in her spine. Finn had left to go find coagulant stuff that the Grounders use, while Jasper revealed he could split a wire and had come in to lend a hand.

You and Clarke had decided that one of you needed to stay with Raven. “You should stay Al,” Clarke said in a low voice. “She needs you more than me, besides I’m going to go check how things are going. Call me if you need anything.”

You nodded in agreement, “okay, be safe out there.” You turned and walked back towards Raven and Jasper. “Tell me again how this is going to work?”

Raven rolled her eyes at your question. “Told you five times already. Current flows to the electromagnet. That opens the poppet valve. Rockets fire.”

You fought the lump in the back of your throat, you knew Raven didn’t have long left. If the grounders weren’t attacking she would maybe have a chance, but without the time or correct equipment she didn’t have a good chance. You just prayed and hoped Finn found what he needed, because you needed Raven to live.

“Clarke! I need Clarke!” You yelled as Raven started to become unconscious. “Please don’t die on me,” you sobbed. “You are a fighter Reyes, don’t let go.”

You stood up, “Jasper keep wiring. I’m going to see what’s going on.” You stepped outside the drop-ship and ran towards Finn the moment you saw him, “you got what we need?”

He nodded, and handed you the medicine before picking up a gun. The grounders had breached the wall. You ran alongside Clarke back into the drop-ship, you rushed towards Raven and injected her with the coagulant, and prayed it was enough.

Hearing a loud screaming noise you turned to see Anya had joined you in the drop-ship. Clarke glanced at you before yelling, “Jasper now!”

You saw Jasper hitting the button, but it didn’t work. Anya suddenly jumped towards you with two blades in hand when Miller, along with some others, stopped her. “Stop wait!” You yelled when you saw Miller was about to kill her, “you can’t do this. We aren’t grounders, we don’t do this.”

Just as you finished talking Jasper hit the button again, and this time it worked. You tried your best not to think about Octavia, Finn, and Bellamy who weren’t inside with you. A few moments after the ship landed again Clarke opened the doors to reveal the devastation outside.

“Aren’t you coming?” Clarke asked looking back at you.

“No, I’m going to stay with Raven.” Kneeling down to Raven’s level you sighed, “you done it Reyes, you saved us all.”

She remained completely still, you started to blink tears away. She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be dead. You stood up hearing a commotion coming from outside.

You grabbed a spare blade that was lying around and stepped in front of your unconscious friend protectively. The room was quickly filled with a thick red smoke that made it hard to breath.

You fell to the ground gasping as men in hazmat suits walked towards you.

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gothicwidowsworld · 4 years ago

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Justice League

They tell you they love you

Bruce Wayne

“Bruce please hurry up the guests are due to arrive any minute!” Y/N called securing her earring. Scurrying down the hallway the y/h/c woman almost ran into Bruce's familiar assistant. “Don’t worry Alfred, I can handle it.” Y/N reassured the older man who looked like he was about to have kittens time keeping had never been one of Bruce's strong suits. Storming into their shared bedroom Y/N tutted her y/e/c orbs falling on the figure of the famous Bruce Wayne fighting with an unmade bow tie. “Take your time Bruce it’s not like we’ve been planning this gala for months.” Y/N smiled teasingly. Huffing the male smacked the loose strip of fabric “Do I even need this?” Nodding the female bit her red painted lips her y/s/c hands making fast work of the offending item. “There. Wasn’t that hard was it?” Y/N asked rhetorically before taking her leave. “You know I love you right?” Bruce called smirking at the large oak door. Popping her head around the doorway Y/N laughed “I know. Now hurry up I believe some people are waiting for Mr. Wayne to make a grand entrance.”

Arthur Curry

“Here you go Tom.” Y/N smiled softly, passing the older man a mug of coffee. The early morning sun causing a warm glow to fill the kitchen. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl make me breakfast in such a fancy getup.” Tom teased referring to the well loved flannel that currently hung off the girl. Sighing playfully Y/N flipped a pancake “I see where Arthur got his smooth talking from.” Heavy footsteps broke the pair from their conversation “Morning sleepy head” Y/N greeted placing a plate and some cutlery at the tall man's designated seat. “Rough night?” Thomas Curry interrogated his son knowing Arthur had spent the night doing what he did best saving the people the ocean nearly claimed. Scowling at his father Arthur sat down stuffing his face with the homemade food. Truth be told recently the Curry family had been eating like kings rather than living off microwave meals and Y/N was to thank for that. “I’ll leave you kids to it.” Thomas nodded awkwardly heading to the pier like he did every morning. “You shouldn't be so mean to him.” Y/N frowned, clearing the recently evacuated seat scolding the tan man. Smiling Arthur attempted to pull out the puppy dog eyes knowing it was one of the girl's weaknesses. “Oh no don’t try and play innocent with me!” Y/N giggled, slapping away his hands that where currently trying to grab her waist. Squealing the y/h/c woman lost the fight rolling her y/e/c orbs as Arthur wrapped his arms around her. “You love me though right?” Arthur whispered in her ear. Shrugging Y/N debated aloud teasing the male “I don’t know do I?”. Silence fell over the pair nothing but the sound of the ocean waves filling the lighthouse. “Well I certainly love you.” Arthur admitted cringing at the soppy emotion that currently plagued him.

Clark Kent

“I love you” Clark mumbled the dark battlefield ruining the moment but it was now or never. Laughing awkwardly Y/N held the weakened Krypton native her y/e/c eyes running over the makeshift war zone. “That’s sweet and all but maybe now’s not the best time for that.” The woman argued the rain beating down, making her y/h/c darker. “No Y/N you don’t understand I love you.” This time his tone urgent breaking the female's attention from a giant currently trying to end the world in an attempt to kill Superman. Confused Y/N whipped her head to the fellow superhero her face falling when she caught his gaze on the glowing green spear. “No Clark you can’t!!” Stumbling to his feet the man winced as he picked up the kryptonite tipped weapon. “I have too, it's my duty.” Clark insisted moving to face the girl who now had tears streaming down her face but he didn't mention it. Y/N could kick ass alien or not. “What about your duty to me?” Y/N questioned her y/s/c hand clutching at his blue suit. Shaking his head Clark saw a cloud of green filling the sky if there was anytime to act it was now. Pulling away Clark flew off trying to block out the girl's screams.

Barry Allen

Barry Allen may live life in the fast lane but there was nothing he enjoyed for then staying up late playing video games with Y/N L/N. “THAT’S CHEATING!!” the y/h/c girl screech failing to serve out of the flailing limb Barry had sent as an attempted distraction. “What my leg was going numb?” the dark haired male started innocently a chuckle erupting from his plump lips. “You're such a loser Barry Allen.” Y/N mumbled taking a swig of her Pepsi before violently pressing the yellow Y to exchange her weapon and shoot an prowling enemy. “Maybe I'm an idiot who loves you.” Barry whispered a red tint filling his cheeks thank god the pair like to play in the dark to limit distractions. Pausing the game Y/N froze. “What?” the girl asked silently applauding herself that she didn’t stutter and make the room more awkward. “Huh? Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” Barry argued the pathetic excuse tumbling from his lips. Putting down her controller Y/N shook her head violently. “No! No you definitely said you loved me!” Shrugging the male muttered something to myself. “Okay… maybe I did.” Running a hand through his messy noir locks the teen frowned “But I can't help it. Your prefect. You like pizza and video games.” Turning to face the girl Barry held her hand shyly. “That and you’re not embarrassed to be seen with me!” Barry revealed. “I get it if you never want to see me again.” Barry hummed almost sinking into the sofa, the red blush now a dull pink that still burnt like the midsummer sun. “What? Barry no. Your sweet, I was just surprised.” Y/N insisted slowly inching her way closer to the dark introvert.

Diana Prince

Diana never thought she’d feel love again after Steve but the summer of 1977 surprised her. It was the Summer she met Y/N L/N, a girl more innocent than her 1945 self. “Diana tell you’ve at least heard this one?” Y/N asked bouncing on the balls of her feet something that should have been impossible in platforms but it was a quirk that the Amazonian had grown to love. Smiling the brunette shook her head flicking through some of the records in the boxes in front of her. Record hunting had become a weekend event for the pair; some of the stalls that lined the River Seine were complete treasure troves. Hanging her mouth open Y/N gasped her y/s/c hand hovering over her chest in mock disbelief. “Y/N I love you you’re going to catch flies!” Diana smirked her red nails running over the spines of vinyls. “Right that’s it we’re going home right now and I will force you to listen to the amazing masterpiece that is ABBA!!” Y/N squealed quickly palming off a euro to the poor startled man and running off the tan female in tow. Even when they were in public and people mistook them for best friends Diana loved when they reached their small apartment and could finally shut the world out and be what they truly were… Lovers.

Victor Stone

“Ah come on just tell her!” Barry yelled, currently bothering Victor like a bratty toddler just begging for attention. Scowling Victor looked up, his fingers paused hovering over the keyboard “Do you want to say that any louder!” Smirking Barry zoomed over to the fellow youngster “Just tell Y/N you loveeee her!” Barry teased in a sing-song tone noticing his friend's uncomfortable behaviour. “No Allen just leave it!” Victor growled his teeth gritted. Frowning at his friend's sudden change in volume Barry turned only to discover the reason Y/N Wayne. “Hi guys” the young girl smiled waving awkwardly honestly considering her father was a well known suave millionaire Y/N unfortunately didn't inherit her Father's confident nature. “Oh by the way Vic… your mic was on.” At that point Victor was glad he was mainly mechanical parts so the y/h/c girl couldn’t tell how much he’d be blushing and stuttering at that moment. “I like you too. Um do you want to go to the movies with me. They’re reshowing Hitchcock movies all month.” Brushing a strand of y/h/c locks an awkward silence filled the room. Well other than Barry muttering something about ‘I told you so’ or ‘Call me cupid.’

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peppersonironi · 4 years ago

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How I Picture a Batfam Age Reversal

I’m going to write this as a fic (And I want to go on into a young justice world where dick forms the team and his siblings are protective) but here is the outline in bullet points in case anyone is interested. Please note this is VERY first draft.

Ages (At end) & Order:

Damian- 24

Duke- 21

Stephanie- 20

Tim- 21

Cassandra- 19

Jason- 19

Barbara- 15

Dick- 13

Damian is Ten when he is sent to live w/ his father. Bruce is 30.

They don’t really work well together at first. But Selina, Alfred, and Clark somehow get it through Bruce’s thick skull that he has to care for this child.

Damian keeps sneaking out on patrol, against B’s wishes. Eventually, he let’s Damian join and tells him to choose a name (Not what we meant, Bruce!)

Damian wants to go for something like Shadow, or Demon, but Bruce puts his foot down. He says that Damian shouldn’t try to be darkness.

Damian is pouting in the gardens when he finds a wounded robin. It’s wing is broken. He demands that the animal should be taken to a shelter, and carries it in his hand the whole way there.

The bird makes it, and Damian demands to be called Robin. He designs his suit, going slightly more colorful. “I might be called Robin, but I am NOT wearing brown, Pennyworth.”

Bruce introduces him to Superboy (Jon, note: less age dif) and the pair are close friends.

He is Robin for a little over seven years before he begins to fight with Bruce about being allowed to patrol alone, and being his own hero. (basically what happened w/ Dick).

Damian leaves Gotham, opting to claim Bludhaven. Jon joins him. He suggests they call each other Nightwing and Flamebird. Damian thinks it’s a bit childish, but he can’t say no to Jon. They’re costumes are here. (done by @hyperactive-lectiophile! Fantastic job!)

They eventually realize they’re in love w/ each other, all while trying to figure their lives out. Damian briefly tries to join the police. He hates it. Eventually, he enrolls in BH college for a major in Art and a minor in business.

Later in Gotham, the We Are Robin/Robin War stuff happens. Long story short, Duke is adopted.

Damian is angry to find out he has a new brother, goes to Gotham to yell at Bruce, but then meets Duke. They bond, and are close siblings. Damian makes his father promise to not adopt any more strays.

Stephanie Brown wants to stop her Father, so she sews up a costume and goes out as Batgirl. Bruce is apprehensive at first, but his family basically yells at him to train the poor girl before she gets hurt.

He does, and after Steph meets Damian, who she absolutely adores (He loves her too. The way she pisses his father off is legendary), Stephanie decides she wants to be Robin. Batgirl was good for dealing with her father, but she wants to belong to this new family, and, w/ Damian’s blessing, she makes a new costume.

Unfortunately, after a while, Stephanie is killed by Black Mask (her death is faked, like in the comics, but the Fam doesn’t know)

Enter Tim Drake. Batman has been going crazy over grief, and not even Nightwing, Catwoman (this is SOOOO batcat, btw) or The Signal can calm him down. Tim steps right up, and demands to be robin.

Damian and Bruce fight over this. Surprisingly, Damian is the one who thinks Tim should be given a chance. He sees how his father has been acting. Damian knows that Tim must be brilliant to figure out their identities, and thinks that should count for something. Duke takes his side, knowing that it takes guts to talk to batman, and be willing to join him. Bruce, meanwhile, is a constant chant of “no more dead robins”. After a while, and lots of arguing, Tim takes his place as Robin. They redesign the suit, and he takes his place as robin.

It’s little while after this that Stephanie comes back. Tim offers Robin back, but Stephanie declines. They talk and grow closer. At one point they talk about Stephanie’s new moniker. She says she doesn’t want to be Batgirl either. She wants something new. Tim suggests Spoiler (Bad pun turned brilliant idea?).

Cassandra Cain arrives on the scene next. She saves the commissioner’s life (like No Man’s Land, minus No Man’s Land), and Stephanie immediately imprints on this tiny assassin child (So do the rest of the family, but Steph claims the fourteen-year old first. She and Bruce fight over custody.). She offers Cass Batgirl. Gotham gained a new vigilante, and Bruce Wayne adopted a new child. (Faster than the comics, I KNOW. But Cass deserves happiness)

Everyone loves their new sister, and everyone spoils her. Duke is the one to take her to a ballet the first time. She immediately begs to be put into lessons.

Somewhere in here Tim’s mom dies and his dad is in a coma. Bruce takes him in.

Eventually, Bruce decides to offer Tim Red Robin, hoping to avoid the strife he had with Damian. (Like in the comics, Bruce was going to give Jason Red Robin)

Tim is unsure of this, and puts off deciding. Then little Jason Peter Todd decides to jack the tires of the batmobile and is immediately taken in.

Everyone is captivated by the tiniest addition to their family, but it's also at this time that Jack Drake finds out about Robin and forces Tim to quit. Tim gives Jason his blessing to become Robin.

Everyone pitches in on helping train the newest Robin. Damian teaches the kid things he learned from the league (non-lethal things, since Damian loves this kid), Duke teaches him escrima fighting, Stephanie (Much to Bruce’s dismay) has a full seminar of the delicacies of glitter bomb making. Tim teaches the kid hacking, when he can get away from his dad.

Unfortunately, when Jason has been Robin for almost a year, he is killed by the Joker.

The family is torn apart by greif. But this time around, Bruce has a much larger support system. All of them lean on each other.

The only time that Damian ever broke his no-kill rule while living with his father was to kill the Joker. He hunted and murdered the clown, sparing Harley. He had been friends with Quinzel since he was Robin, and knew how the Joker treated her. Harley became the batfam’s honorary aunt after this.

Bruce was too emotionally tired to fight with Damian over his actions, so no one said anything. Eventually, Bruce and Damian did argue. Damian refused to apologize,, though he did promise his father to never kill again. Their relationship was strained for a while, but they worked through it.

Less than a year later, Jack Drake dies, and Tim comes back onto the vigilante scene. He refuses to become Robin, however, choosing to take Bruce up on his offer and become Red Robin. He designs his own suit, and the world seems to slowly become normal. Or some semblance of it.

One night, the circus is in town and the whole family (except Alfred) is home. Duke, Tim, and Steph drag Bruce, Cass, and Damian to go see it.

It is on this night that Dick Grayson’s parents fall to their death. Dick is sent to live in juvi, meanwhile Bruce tries to adopt Dick. He succeeds, and the manor once again has a bright young child running through it’s halls.

Dick figures out the secret identities of his family and instantly demands to be allowed out. He wants to take down Zucko, and won’t settle for every single member hunting for him. Dick wants to take down his parent’s murdered himself. He tries to sneak out multiple times, but is always stopped.

Damian talks to Dick (They are extremely close) and explains the origins of Robin. He says that the mantle was born out of a want to distance himself from the revenge and violence of the league. Dick cries when he learns this and says that his own parents used to call him Robin. He suggests that the mantle is more than a personal need. Robin is Family.

Damian almost immediately demands that Dick be trained and help catch Zucko. Bruce is confused, as before, Damian was strongly against letting a nine-year-old fight crime. Damian explains (after much cajoling. He might be more emotionally open and healthy than when he first arrived in the manor, but the kid is still constipated) what Dick had said, and that Damian understands the kid’s need for direction. “When I first came here, I needed Robin. I might not have known it, but I did. Richard needs Robin now, as well.”

The family took sides on the issue, but eventually Dick (with the aid of his puppy-dog-eyes™) won everyone over. He got his own Robin costume, and they caught Zucko.

Dick refused to stop being Robin, and so Gotham gained a new bird.

Dick was Robin for almost two years when The Red Hood made his appearance in Gotham. No one knew what he wanted, as he didn’t seem to do much beyond killing criminals. They thought he was a vigilante at first, but then he began to take over the criminal underbelly of Gotham, regulating crime. On top of that, Red Hood targeted Robin. Attacking the boy wonder when no one else was around. After the red helmeted rogue let loose a few hints about the league of shadows, Damian interrogated his mother, who explained the identity of The Red Hood, and how she had set him on Gotham.

As soon as the family figured out the newcomer’s identity, and the reason he was alive Damian tracked him down. He knew how to deal with pit rage from his childhood, and brought the lost bird back to the nest.

The family was whole for the first time in years. Jason was still angry and resentful, but he had his family back. Jason was grateful for Damian taking revenge for him, and they were once again close.

Slowly, Jason let everyone back in, including Bruce. Dick is wary at first of this new older brother, but the little chicken nugget quickly warms up to Jason, and even convinces him to teach him how to shoot a gun (In secret, of course, Dami and Bruce would blow a gasket). Jason couldn’t resist the kid. It was physically impossible.

A year later, Cass decides to pursue dance as her career. She gets a job with the Hong Kong Ballet company. She moves there, and decides to take a new moniker: Black Bat. Her family is so proud of her, but they miss her dearly. Duke visits often, bringing new back to the family.

The absence of Batgirl is filled after a while by Barbara Gordan. She makes her own costume and starts going out. Once again, Stephanie Brown adopts a smol bean (Well, not legally. The commissioner is still alive) and outfits her with a more Gotham-friendly suit and weaponry (I.e. heavy kevlar and leather)

Babs is taken whole-heartedly into the fold, and is made an honorary sister.

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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago

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Five boys the Batfamily scared off (And the one boy who helped Marinette get revenge on them all)

This is actually based off a prompt/ask I got by #vixen-Uchiha

Okay, believe it or not, I’ve in history of all my days writing fanfiction (I just turned 27 and have been writing since I was sixteen); I started when Twilight was still at the height of its popularity. (All that work has been deleted, burned, and doused with holy water; don’t ask questions) But even with almost a decade of writing fanfiction, I never even considered approaching this fanfiction classic.

Until now.

Wish me luck. And don’t judge me too harshly.

Note this was also inspired by a poem I loved called To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter by Jesse Parent

Marinette always knew Tom was her step-father. Sabine and he married when she was three after all. And while she considered the great cuddly bear to be her dad, she still had a great relationship with her actual father: Bruce Wayne. And all her brothers and Sister. She spent every summer with them and every other Christmas in Gotham. She loved her family. She just wished they take a chill pill.

And stop scaring away her freaking boyfriends.

Lê Chiến Kim: The Boy who swears Marinette’s related to the Boogieman

If anyone asked Marinette now if she would ever date Kim, she’d have died of laughter. Kim was like a goofy cousin. They were great friends. Their moms were best friends. She just didn’t see him like that.

However, it wouldn’t have been so funny to six-year-old Marinette who ran from school with a Daisy in her hair and a big smile her face.

“Daddy, Daddy,” She’d squeal to her Papa later that day. She barely noticed he was still wearing bat uniform, except the mask. Or all her brothers were with him.

“Hey Sunshine,” Bruce smiled lovingly at his youngest daughter. “You have a good day at school.”

“Give ‘em hell, firecracker,” Jason called from the background.

Tim and Dick laughed. Bruce just shook his head amused.

“I got a boyfriend!”

Silence.

That day would forever be known as the day all the smiles died. Seven-year-old Damian just blinked in confusion. He didn’t know what had happened but he knew it was bad. And that it involved his sister. Was she in danger? Did she need help?

Before Bruce could process or respond to his precious, baby girl, who was way too young to date (And what the hell was Sabine thinking?). Dick literally pushed him out of his chair like it was nothing. “What’s his name? Who are his parents? Where does he live? And where can I find him right now?”

Marinette, being too young didn’t notice the threat in her eldest brother’s voice and the look of murder in his eyes, had no problem telling Dick all about her best friend Kim, who was super nice, and gave her a Daisy, and kissed her cheek.

When the call ended, Bruce brought up the picture of the boy in question. A nice-enough looking boy to most, but he knew the truth. He knew the evil in his heart.

I have been waiting for you, Bruce thought, not just to Kim but to all the boys who would day date his daughter, since before she was even born. Before you took your first steps, I was preparing to make it so you’d never walk again.

However, Kim was still just a child. He needed a kinder touch. He looked back at his children: Dick, Jason, Cassandra, Tim, and Damian, and made his choice.

When Dick showed up to walk her to the school the next day, Marinette didn’t think to question how her brother got from Gotham to Paris so quick. (Cough, misuse of Zeta beam). Or why he was dressed in all black with a scary biker jacket on. She just shrugged and let him help her tie her shoes and carry her bright pink, hello kitty, and backpack.

He held her hand the entire way to school, where Kim and his dad were waiting by the doors. Kim had another daisy in his hand that he gave to Marinette.

“This is Dick,” Marinette introduced her brother. “My biggest brother. This is Kim, my boyfriend,” Kim preened. “Look, Dick, Kim got me another daisy.”

Dick beamed at his sweet little sister, “I see. Hey! Isn’t that you’re friend Rose? Why don’t you go show her?”

“Okay!” And she ran off.

As soon as she was gone, Dick’s smile quickly disappeared and he glared at the little Casanova, and his father, who felt like someone had just walked over his grave.

“My sister is a little young for a serious boyfriend,” Dick hissed. “Don’t you think? Don’t want her to grow up too fast, right?” The two could only nod in fear. “Good. Don’t hurt her. Don’t make her cry. Because I’d hate to have to have another talk with you, Chiến. It might not go as… nicely.” And with that, he left to go find his sister, leaving two terrified people in in wake.

That conversation would be the reason Kim broke up with Marinette over recess but to the girl’s dismay and why the boy wouldn’t allowed to date for another ten years.

Looking back Kim would swear darkness and shadows started to fill the schoolyard. That Marinette’s older brother’s voice got deeper and his eyes turned completely black. He had been a living nightmare, one that would haunt his dreams for years.

Marinette wouldn’t get another boyfriend for years.

Chat Noir aka Adrien Agreste; The Boy who just didn’t want to Get Neutered

Marinette never considered Adrien or Chat Noir her boyfriend. He had been her best friend, her partner, and for a long time, her crush. However, before Marinette found out who was behind the mask, and he earned the title of her best friend in the whole world.

Chat Noir had the title of Guy who can’t take a hint.

They had been just thirteen at the time. Chat had been spending for more and more time flirting with Ladybug and joking around then actually taking the fight seriously. And when he wouldn’t get the response he wanted from his Lady, he’d pout or throw a tantrum and storm off. It had been getting to be a real hassle. And as much as she liked Chat, she had been seriously considering Master Fu’s offer of getting her a permanent partner to replace him.

Then one day if all change. All the silly behavior, most of it anyway, and the constant flirting all stopped and never started back up. It would take Marinette months to find out why.

Unbeknownst to Marinette, her Papa, Bruce had been keeping a watchful eye on the deteriorating situation. The flirting, his daughter’s frustration, the lack of care. It had to be stopped. Chat Noir had a few lessons to learn.

Bruce glared harshly at the image of the cat-themed Superhero. He was proving to be a useless partner for Ladybug. And a prime example for a sexual harassment claim. “You’re sure you can handle this,” He asked son.

Damian scoffed, “I will teach that alley cat the true meaning of fear.”

“Go.”

When his son was gone and Bruce was once again alone in the Batcave, he smirked darkly at Chat Noir and all other boys who would come and go. “When you were still playing war in the school yard, I was perfecting headshots. You can’t catch up at this point.”

One night, after a particularly hazardous fight with an Akuma, Chat Noir had been running home when suddenly everything went dark.

He woke up, tied upside down, and gagged. For a few moments he thought Hawkmoth had finally gotten, wondered if this was the end.

When a sword pressed against his throat, and a chilling voice whispered in his ear, “Care to find out just how many lives you really have, fleabag?”

At the moment, Chat Noir no longer wondered if it was the end. He knew it was.

A boy, Robin, he realized glared fiercely at him.

“I should kill you,” Robin sneered. “I should rip you limb from limb and leave your head mounted on a spike to show the next fool who thought he was worthy of my sister’s hand. Ladybug is too good for the likes of scum like you.”

Chat Noir gulped. Sister? Ladybug was Robin’s sister. Adrien’s eyes widened, that meant Ladybug was Batman daughter. He was going to die. He was just going to disappear and his father, or most likely Nathalie, wouldn’t even notice until he failed to show up for his next appointment.

Gorilla would notice though, Adrien thought, he’d miss me.

Robin pressed the tip of the sword to Adrien’s face until blood was drawn. “You will cease your incessant flirting with my sister. You will train harder for your battles. And you never, ever, leave Ladybug to fight alone again. Am I clear?”

Adrien nodded his head earnestly. He’d never flirt with anyone again, he swore. He wouldn’t even celebrate Valentine’s Day. Or anything.

“And if for some miracle,” Robin hissed, “My sister deems you suitable to date, you will treat her will respect. You will never touch her without permission. And if you hurt her, Consider my genes a mark of Cain; you will suffer seven times whatever you do to her.”

Chat Noir whimpered.

A smoke bomb later. Chat Noir’s bonds were released and Robin was gone.

It took a long time for him to stop shaking.

He never flirted with Ladybug again. He worked harder and became the partner she deserved.

And when Adrien discovered Marinette was behind Ladybug’s mask, he only managed to stumble a little.

However, when Marinette told him that her brothers was coming for a visit; she couldn’t understand why he paled and stuttered out excuses for photoshoot he never mentioned before in far, far away countries. That same day, Adrien had his father taken them to Australia for vacation under the threat of Adrien dying his hair pink. He wouldn’t return for a month.

Jon Kent: The Boy who, in retrospect, really should’ve known better.

Marinette’s first real boyfriend was the son of her father’s best friend, Clark Kent, otherwise known as Superman. She had been only fourteen and it had been a summer romance while she stayed in Gotham. She had thought Jon was perfect; handsome, kind, funny…

Invulnerable to most weapons and had amazing healing factor.

Plus it’s not like her papa would kill the son of his best friend, right?

Right.

It had all been going great… until it wasn’t.

“I welcome you in my home,” Bruce hissed at the picture of Jon Kent on the bat computer. “I trained you. I trusted you. And you betrayed me.”

“Let me speak with him, father,” Damian demanded. “He is my friend. He will listen to me.”

Bruce shook his head, “That’s why I can’t send you. You’re too close to the situation. He snuck past all our defense. Now I have no choice but to do same. J?”

The Asian girl smirked, “Little Superboy will know dread.”

Jon had been visiting the fortress of Solitude when… it happened.

Before that day he had never dreamed the place would be anything less than safe, anything other than secure.

His dad had just flown off to help someone in Brazil. Jon waited patiently for him to come back while he dreamed of his beautiful new girlfriend. Marinette was amazing, perfect, and the nicest, sweetest girl ever.

When suddenly he felt a tickle in his throat, and he tried his best to clear it but it just got worse and worse. Until Jonathan Samuel Kent, Superboy (now that Connor was going as Krypton), fell to his knees as he struggled to breath.

No matter what he did, the more breaths he took, the worse he felt. It was like his lungs were on fire.

“Do not struggle,” A voice said. Jon looked up see Blackbat, Cassandra, standing above him. How did she get into the fortress? Not only could only a Kryptonian open the doors but only a member of El could be let in. It was impossible. “Struggling makes it worse.”

Jon coughed, “What?”

“The air,” Cassandra waved her hand around. “It is filled with dust. Green dust of Kryptonite. It has disable you and your powers. It’s concentrated. You will not die. The alerts of the fortress were disabled. No one is coming to help you, villain.”

Jon shook his head frantically. He wasn’t a villain. He wasn’t a bad guy. This had to be some mistake.

“No, not villain,” Cassandra corrected. “Not yet. A thief who thought he could earn my family’s trust and then steal away our most precious jewel; our princess. And do it without consequences. I am here to teach you better.”

Superboy flinched at her words.

“You will not pressure my sister,” Cassandra hissed. “You will be the gentleman we believed you to be. If you cheat on her, I will ensure you never have children. If you strike her, I will know. She will not keep your secret. You can’t make fire feel afraid. And I will come for you. Do you understand?”

Jon nodded, fear in clear in his eyes.

“Good.” She leaned forward, right into the young superhero’s face. “Some say you and your father, your cousin Kara, and Connor, are invincible. That you can’t be stopped. That you are gods among us.” She scoffed. “Let me make this, if you break my sisters’ heart, you will learn, boy of steel, that even gods bleed.”

And then she was gone, and with her all traces of kryptonite. It didn’t stop the chill that filled Jon to the core.

It was to no one’s surprise when Superman showed up at the Batcave not long after. “Bruce,” Clark asked with his arms out. “What the fuck?”

Marinette’s relationship soured when suddenly Jon was too scared to hold her hand, her be alone with her, or kiss her. She got the hint that he just wanted to be friends and broke it.

She found out a year later what really happened.

Luka Couffaine: The Boy who decided he didn’t want to sing his tune yet.

Luka had been Marinette’s first serious boyfriend. She was sixteen. They had been together for months and were getting to the ‘I love you’ stage.

He was cool. He was funny. He was a budding Rock star. He had dyed green hair, tattoos and earrings. Luka went onto tour with his band every summer. He was older than Marinette by two years. He had quite a few previous girlfriends. And he hadn’t been scared off by the normal attempts by his other kids.

In other words, he was Bruce Wayne’s worst nightmare.

And the nightmare got worse, when for the first time ever, Marinette was bringing a boyfriend home for Christmas. It was all the confirmation he needed that the things were serious.

It was why he knew he had to send the greatest soldier he had. Luka Couffaine would rue the day he decided it was good idea to ask his princess out. “Are you ready?”

Tim nodded. “I’ve done my research,” he declared. “I know what makes him to tick. I. Will. Break. Him.”

“Excellent,” He drawled out the word like it he tasting fine wine. Not caring at all that he sounded like a superman.

“You really think he’s a threat, dad?” Tim asked. “Because I can take care of it. I can have him eliminated. Ra's al ghul owes me a favor. It’ll look like an accident,” He promised. “It’ll look like he just… disappeared.”

A sense of pride filled Bruce. Tim was his most capable and resourceful soldier. He would make a great batman. Any of his kids would.

Batman stared the picture of the boy on his phone as he fought the urge to crush it in his hands. “No,” he finally answered. “I’ve known plenty of rock stars and so called bad boys in my day. Angel’s smart,” he said using Marinette’s codename. “I have been routing out indifference apathy from her life, her childhood was filled with love and affection. There are no daddy issue for his teenage talons to latch upon. Just… make sure he understands who he is dealing with.”

“Understood.” And then call ended.

He looked up and saw all the other Justice League members staring at him with expressions of awe, fear, and confusion.

“…Marinette’s got a new boyfriend, huh?” Diana asked when the call disconnected. Amusement in her tone, she knew Bruce would never seriously hurt a kid.

“Poor guy,” Barry said with a shake of his head.

Clark pinched his nose, “You can’t keep scaring guys away from her forever. Eventually, she’s going to find one who isn’t afraid of you.”

“And then she’ll marry him out of spite,” Dinah added.

There were snorts from the other league members.

“Like that’ll ever happen,” Oliver said with a shake of his head. “That kid would have to be the biggest moron in the universe. I’ll pity his family.”

Marinette had constantly warned Luka about how overprotective her family was. Luka hadn’t thought much of it. He dealt with overprotective fathers and brothers before. Eventually they grudging begin to like him. Or realize that if they actively hated him, it would just make the girl get attached.

He was excited for Christmas, excited to prove himself to the girl of his dreams, and impress her by dealing with her entire family. Luka didn’t understand why Adrien looked so afraid when he told him. Or why he asked what type of flowers he liked.

“For the funeral,” Adrien shrugged. “I need to know what to buy.”

Luka had laughed, thinking the blond was joking. He had already met a two of her brothers; Dick and Damian. They had been growls and threats but nothing he couldn’t handle. But Adrien didn’t laugh. He just shook his head and promised he’d be there for Juleka. Luka thought he was overreacting.

However, nothing. NOTHING. Could have prepared Luka for the first time he met Tim.

Luka had been walking home with Kagami, his long-time friend and one-time rival for Marinette’s affection. It was board daylight, there were tons of people around, and then they had made the apparent mistake of walking by an alley, when suddenly they were pulled into the back of a van, hoods thrown over their heads, and their hands bounds.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. Or where they were being taken. All he saw was darkness. All he felt was fear. Was this how died?

When the hoods were finally removed, the two teenagers found themselves in what looked to be a deserted warehouse, bound to their chairs, with a teenage boy not much older than they sitting across from them, looking absurdly comfortable given the situation.

My name is Timothy Drake-Wayne. I am Marinette’s older brother,” He said. “Let me make something clear before we begin. The last hour never happened. This conversation never happened. We never met. And if you say otherwise,” Tim’s eyes narrowed. “No one will believe you. I was just by dozens of witnesses in Mexico with my boyfriend less than two hours ago. But if you do tell anyone, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

They nodded not daring to say a word.

“Luka, Luka, Luka.” Tim smiled an eerie grin that should look more at home on the monsters from Horror movies, and not on such a handsome face. “I hear you’ll be visiting us over the holidays. Must be so exciting for you, meeting your girlfriend’s family. Are you excited, Luka?”

Luka swallowed hard. He never thought he’d hate the way his own name sounded. “I was- I mean I am. I am.”

“Good,” Tim said. “I just wanted to offer you a bit of advice. So you can know to expect. You see it call all be a bit… daunting to newcomers. Some people don’t understand the Wayne family’s unique tastes. Okay?”

He nodded.

Tim still smiled. In fact he never lost his smile the entire time. Yet his eyes were empty like there was no real life in them. “When you first come to my home, you will see the bone carving over the doorway. It will be hard, but try not to imagine your own femurs so expertly carved.”

At this Kagami’s eyes widened. She had done her best to remain calm but somethings were too much.

Tim smile widened, “There are one or two rooms you will not be allowed in. However, accidents happen and we understand. But we do ask that you pay no attention to our… ample crawl space. Or the smells that can sometime come from it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luka stuttered. “Sure, no problem. Man.”

“Try not to go into Father’s playroom,” Tim continued on. “It will be easy to spot. It’s mostly empty, apart from a rubber mat and a drain. He gets so testy when stranger go in there. You’ll hear strange noise from time to time but just ignore them. That is just father… playing.”

The green-haired boy just stared. Because what the fuck.

“Just follow that advice, and you should be fine,” Tim promised. “Though you are a pretty one. You both are. And we like pretty ones. Oh the things we do to pretty ones”

Luka whimpered. Kagami felt tears build in her eyes.

Tim laughed, “Now, now, none of that,” He said channeling his inner Brucie. “We’re not going to hurt. We’d never hurt Marinette’s friends.” He promised. “We would hurt people who hurt Marinette because people who hurt Marinette are not her friends.”

Red Robin looked over the two, “What I’m trying to say is. Break my sister’s heart, and we will kill you. I will kill you. You won’t see if coming. You won’t know we’re there. And if you’re lucky, you might not even feel it. Clear?” They nodded. “Excellent. Now you’re going to leave the same way you came. Remember not a word.” He smiled got even bigger.

They felt hands on their shoulders.

“Oh and Kagami,” Tim’s voice rang. “Should romantic feelings spring to life between you and Marinette again, just know our sister Cassandra is much scarier than I. And a much better shot.”

Then the black hoods and complete darkness came gain.

When they were finally let go, in the exact same place they had been taken, neither Luka nor Kagami spoke for what seemed like forever. Their minds still wrapping around what had just taken place. However, it was Kagami who finally broke the quiet.

“Well, it appears I dodge a bullet, huh,” She shrugged, her face not betraying the fear she still felt. “Sucks for you. I’m going to go propose to Chloe. I know can I take her mom in a fight. And that she’s not a serial killer.” Kagami then gave him a grave look. “Happy holiday, Luka. I’ll send best flowers to your funeral.” And the she was gone, literally fleeing down the crowded street, leaving Luka alone with his thoughts and sense of his impending doom.

He broke up with Marinette an hour later.

It would take weeks before he would willingly be in a room with her again.

Kaldur'ahm: The Boy who regretted ever walking on land.

Marinette had met her next boyfriend through her brother Tim. Ironic, considering she had just found out what he did to Luka. She had gone in for some extra training with the Black Canary when she spotted him. Kaldur; aqualad. Marinette had never talked too much with him before but found he was a very calm person and level-headed. A good leader, no matter how much Tim complained.

They had spared together one day. And another. And Another. Then he asked her out. It was sweet… While it lasted. And it didn’t last long.

Batman had looked at Kaldur’s picture, scoffed, and said, “Jason?”

The sound of a gun clocking was heard, “Little Mermaids going down.”

Unlike his brothers, Redhood had no time for mind games. He went for the quickest route.

Aquaman burst into room where the justice league meeting was, “He shot Kaldur,” He roared to Batman. “The Red Hood shot Aqualad!”

Bruce didn’t bat an eye, “Is he alive?”

“Yes,” The King of the seas said quickly. “But that’s not point.”

“Seems like it is,” Bruce said and went on with the meeting leaving a stuttering, red-faced Aquaman still standing there.

It was to one’s surprise when Kaldur dumped Marinette and was gone. Disappeared to the safety of Atlantis. And when he came back, Marinette was barred from Young Justice Headquarters.

It was on that day, that Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne decided enough was enough.

Roy Harper-Queen: The Boy who should start making better life choices

It was weird to say but Marinette met the boy who would turn out to be the love of her life when she was ten-years-old. And then sometime after her eighteenth birthday, she would team up with his clone to go rescue him. They became friends, went on missions together. It was a year later that he asked her out.

Roy was pissed at the world, ready to die for anything if it meant he’d went fight, had a rude mouth, feared nothing and no one, and didn’t play by anyone’s rule but his own. In other words, he was perfect.

Marinette just never meant to fall in love. She certainly didn’t expect to say yes when proposed.

They had been keeping their relationship a secret from both their families for over two years. They were happy together. They loved each other.

But more importantly, they could plot revenge together.

And revenge was sweet.

It all played out during a Justice League meeting. Roy, Red Arrow, and Ladybug had been full members for quite some time. The meeting was just about to close, when Roy stood up, “I have an announcement to make,” He said. “Red Arrow will be withdrawing from missions for the perceivable future. As will Ladybug,” He looked at Marinette who nodded firmly.

“What’s going on, Roy?” Oliver asked his once wayward son, with a frown.

Batman eyed them suspiciously. As did the other members of the batfamily, all were present. Apart from Alfred because Marinette liked Alfred.

Wonder Woman frowned, “Are you going solo again, I thought you were happy.”

“We’re fine. We’re very happy,” Roy said slowly before taking a deep breath and doing the bravest thing he ever would in his entire life. “Ladybug’s pregnant and I’m the father.”

A few seconds passed before the words were processed in the Superheroes mind.

Bruce’s eyes widened, his mind stopped working, and then a snarl ripped form his throat as he moved to attack. The batkids joining him.

“Alpha Code Angelbug” Flash shouted.

That was all the other league need to go into defensive positions around Roy, against the batfamily. Marinette remained where she was with glee in her eyes. Superman stood in front of Roy, blocking him from view and potential danger.

The Flash, Cyborg, Black Canary, Wonder Woman, and the Green Arrow stood in front of them. Oliver aimed at arrow at Batman, “Don’t move!” He yelled. “Don’t you dare move, Bruce. I’ll do it. Roy’s my son. And I won’t let you hurt him.”

Batman growled, “He. I. My daughter!”

“Get Roy out of here, Superman,” Wonder Woman ordered. “We’ll hold him off but we can’t do it for long.” She stepped towards Bruce. “Marinette’s a grown woman. She makes her own choices.”

Dick shook his head, anger clear on his face, “Dude, you were my friend.”

Damian snarled, “Harper’s a sneak and a coward.”

“No honor,” Cassandra agreed.

Jason just looked at his best friend, “I love you…. But you’re dead.”

Tim just growled.

“No one’s dead or dying,” Marinette said as got up. “Because I’m not pregnant,” She said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. She walked to her boyfriend and pulled him out from behind his shield. “But Roy and I have been dating for almost three years. And we’re getting married. You can be happy for us. Or I can never talk to you again.”

Roy grinned, “Pops,” he said to Oliver, whose face was torn between relief and fury at it was prank. “We thought you and Bruce could be the main wedding planners. With the rest of the Queens and Waynes helping out; you know now that we’re going to be family. ”

With that the two lovebird left the room, leaving the chaos they had created.

Silence filled the room as Batman and Green Arrow stared at the other.

Oliver gulped. He let out a breathy chuckle, “So I think a wedding in Star City would be great. Lots of Lilies. The Queen family loves lilies.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed, “Gotham, roses.”

Black Canary crossed her arms, “Star City would be safer.”

“Gotham is far more beautiful,” Tim snapped back.

And just like that, battle lines were drawn. Justice League members’ face turned weary.

Whether they knew it or not, that was Marinette and Roy’s last act of revenge.

Forget Batman vs Superman.

Try Bruce Wayne versus Oliver Queen: billionaire against billionaire, father against father. Elsewhere, thousands of journalist, photographers, florists, and caterers trembled and they didn’t know why.

#LadyArrow #Marienette Dupain Cheng #Marinette deserves better #batfamily #oliver queen #roy harper #Tim Drake #cassandra cain #dick grayson #damian wayne #jason todd #ml fic #ml salt #vixen-uchiha

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pinkrae · 4 years ago

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Beyond the War | Chapter 1

Setting: DamiRae, Post!Apokolips War, new timeline AU

Inspired by: THIS Comic by chromium7sky and all the Super!Rae fanart xD

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“Do we know that this will work for sure?”

“It’ll work.” Violet eyes looked into green before the gaze was averted, letting a sigh of concern leave the young man’s lips. There were many uncertainties, many questions lingering in the air. As it was expected after everything they had gone through. They’ve had one hell of a time, after all. But there was something else, too.

“Would you rather have the world as it is right now?” She then asked again after a moment, placing her hand over his and bringing his eyes back to her.

“I- Of course not,” he stuttered and took a quick look at the people- the survivors around them before locking his eyes with hers once more. “I just- We only just got each other back. I don’t want to lose you again.” His brows furrowed, he tried his best to hide the immense pain in his chest that he felt just thinking about it. But he knew she felt it regardless. She always did. A sigh escaped her lips as well.

“I know,” she mumbled and looked over at the water before them, her lips curling into a sad smile. “But- We found each other in this timeline. I’m sure we can find each other again in another.”

He looked at her in somewhat of an awe and surprise of how lightly she seemed to take the situation at hand and before he even knew it, he released an incredulous chuckle.

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t.” A simple shrug and a gentle squeeze on his hand as she could see Flash preparing to start his run from the corner of her eyes. “All I can do is hope.”

And a whoosh sound went past them. That’s how they all knew these were their last moments together like this and it brought a tear in her eyes. As fucked up as the world turned out to be, she had loved so much of it. She found friends, found family, she found love. And all of that would be gone in a blink of an eye. Even if it was for a better future, she couldn’t help but to feel sad about losing all the positives that she had gained during her stay here.

“Raven-” his voice brought her back from her thoughts and she looked at him teary-eyed, noticing the sadness in his own eyes as well- “what if we can’t find each other in the new timeline? This new- Flashpoint?” The thought of her not being able to find him pained her to the point that it felt like her heart had just gotten pierced by a dagger, but she had to remain hopeful. She had to.

“Dum spiro spero, Damian,” the girl spoke through her tears and lifted her free hand to caress his cheek. “While I breathe, I hope.”

“Dum spiro spero,” he repeated in a whisper in an almost desperate thought that speaking those words out loud would help to make it come true and slowly leaned in until their lips touched for their first and their last kiss in this timeline as the world around them slowly disappeared in a bright light…

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Deep breath…

Be calm…

You can do it…

Violet eyes slowly opened as she took in the scenery before her. It was definitely much different than Metropolis. Darker. More grim. Filled with so many negative emotions. Fear, hatred, greed… She hadn’t arrived too long ago and she already hated being here. But she had set her mind on doing this and, well, she was already here, so there was no backing down now. Sporting the signature look of her family, Raven roamed about along the rooftops of this godforsaken city in hopes of attracting the kind of attention she came here for. And she didn’t have to wander around for too long before she heard that very familiar deep voice behind her.

“You’re far away from home, kid.”

She wasn’t startled or afraid of the man in the slightest, so she turned around to face him as if she had expected him.

“I didn’t know how else to contact you,” the girl responded confidently.

Sure, he wasn’t the friendliest of superheroes she knew. In fact, most people, sometimes even his own friends, were afraid of him. And while, yes, he did give off this dreadful vibe, Raven was more- curious. There was a sense of familiarity with him and she felt comfortable enough around him.

“Well- Not without Superman finding out about it, anyway,” she added in once his silence told her that her response wasn’t extensive enough. Of course, there were other ways to contact Batman. But not without someone else’s help. Which is exactly what she didn’t need this time.

“Why are you here then?” Brief with his words, as always, the masked vigilante stepped out of the darker corner of the rooftop.

And that’s when she froze for a moment. Like she hadn’t thought of even getting this far. Suddenly doubting if it had been a good idea to come here after all. Was this the right thing to do? Behind Clark’s back? Not telling anyone? Not trying a different alternative and just going straight to Batman? Who was currently looking right at her, expecting an answer-

“I- I wanted to ask for your help in finding someone,” Raven stammered a bit at first, but found her confidence again towards the end of her sentence.

“There are legal ways to do that.”

“Not for someone who’s got no legal records on the entire planet,” she was quick to respond, but stopped for a brief moment before elaborating with a sigh. “Look, all I got is a fake ID and fake adoption papers. As far as the law is concerned, I didn’t exist until I was fourteen. And even for someone who was born on Earth and dropped at an orphanage as an infant, it could take years to- to find your actual family, so… Please. All I want is a chance.”

Batman looked intently at her, putting the puzzle pieces together the more she spoke. He didn’t say anything- did he ever?- only hummed in thought. Sure, he could ask her why she didn’t just go to Clark and Lois for this. They were renowned reporters, very much capable of helping her. But she had made it clear that she didn’t want Clark to know she was even in Gotham right now, meaning she probably didn’t want them to know anything at all about this. A foster child looking for their blood related family not wanting to tell their foster family about it to not hurt their feelings? He’d seen that all too many times before. Some with less happy endings than others.

“You’ve been on Earth for how many years? Why now?” His raspy voice then finally broke the silence, startling her just a little bit. Of course, she had expected a question like that to pop up. But truth to be told, she had no solid answer for it. Or, what could be considered a solid answer, anyway. There were many things she could tell him in response. That she wanted to know if she had any blood relatives on Earth at all. That her mother had been an adopted child herself and she wanted to do this for her. Or that she could never go back to Azarath because it got destroyed and she missed her mother, even though they were never truly allowed to have a proper mother-daughter relationship, so she was seeking a way to somehow connect with her through others of her bloodline. Or that there was just something constantly missing in her life and she felt like she was always searching for something- someone, not even knowing what or who that was, so she was hoping that finding family would perhaps quench this feeling. But- It was all so complicated, even for her.

“I just want to know.” That was a simpler answer.

Raven shrugged and hid her hands behind her back, thinking for a brief moment as her gaze grew distant, not focusing on anything in particular. “I’d like to think that getting to know both sides of my family would do me good.”

A part of that was true, too. All she ever really was recognized as by those who didn’t know her was the demon’s daughter. A hellspawn, born to an interdimensional beast that almost destroyed this world just like he had done with countless others, had her adoptive family and the heroes of Earth not intervened and helped her stop him. Having a nice, quiet, normal family somewhere sounded nice sometimes. But again, it wasn’t the main reason.

The Bat’s “hm” almost sounded like a growl as he contemplated the sincerity of Raven’s explanation, unsure if he should trust it or not. Well, she didn’t blame him for not trusting her. Not a lot of people did. Her eyes returned to observing the masked man before her in anticipation of his response. Luckily, however, she didn’t have to wait for too long. Glancing sideways for a second as if hearing something, he looked back to her and swiftly turned around.

“Follow me,” he said as he started making his way to the edge of the roof. “It’s not wise to parade around Gotham with that “S” on your chest.”

“It’s- not an “S”...” The girl mumbled quietly under her nose, but quickly levitated after him as the two of them got down into one of the many dark alleyways where he’d hidden the Batmobile. It was for the best not to argue with him since he seemed like having agreed to her plea, even if he didn’t outright say it.

It wasn’t a no either.

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Unity day(part 2)

When we all made it to the camp, we stopped running and we all started panting heavily.

‘’ You got anything to say?’’ Bellamy growled at Finn. Oh here we go.

‘’ Yeah. I told you no guns!’’ Finn growled back at Bellamy.

‘’ I told you we couldn't trust the Grounders. I was right.’’ Clarke chimed in the conversation.

‘’ Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?’’ Raven asked Finn with a low voice. She was sad.

‘’ I tried, but you were too busy making bullets for your gun.’’ Finn answered back.

‘’ You're lucky she brought that! They came there to kill you, Finn.’’ Bellamy said glaring at Finn.

‘’ You don't know that! Jasper fired the first shot!’’ Finn yelled at Bellamy.

‘’You know that’s not true Finn. They wanted to kills us.’’ I said with a calm voice.

‘’ You’re wrong Jasmine! We fired first!’’ Finn yelled at me and I just rolled my eyes.

‘’Hey, don’t yelled at her!’’ Bellamy shouted back as he went in front of me.

‘’ You ruined everything.’’ Octavia yelled at Jasper.

‘’ I saved you! You're welcome.’’ Jasper yelled after her as she went away, probably to her tent.

‘’ Well, if we weren't at war already, we sure as hell are now.’’ Finn sighed looking at Bellamy and I. ‘’You didn't have to trust the Grounders. You just had to trust me.’’ He continued as he looked at Clarke. He then left to go who knows where with Raven following him. I looked at Clarke, who was staring at the direction that Finn took and I gave her a sad smile.

‘’ Like I said, best Unity Day ever.’’ Bellamy said sarcastically. Suddenly I heard a loud noise from above me and I looked at Bellamy. We exchanged a confused glance and after I looked up. It was the Exodus ship. Well I guess my father comes earlier.

‘’ The Exodus ship? My father and your mom are early.’’ I let out looking at Clarke.

‘’ Wait. Too fast. No parachute? Something's wrong.’’ Clarke said and unfortunately she was right. I let out a yell as the Exodus ship impacted with the ground, followed by an incredibly loud explosion and instantly a huge cloud of smoke filled the air. Tears started scrolling down my face and I saw from the corner of my eyes Clarke felt on her knees, mourning her mother. I suddenly felt weak and my knees gave out. I felt someone grabbing me and guiding me to the floor. That someone turned out to be Bellamy. I saw Finn coming and taking Clarke to her tent.

‘’You’re sleeping in my tent tonight. Come one, Angel.” Bellamy whispered and I just nodded.

‘’Do you want me to carry you?’’ He asked me softly, looking me deep in the eyes. I nodded and he gave me a small smile. He put his right hand under my knees and his left arm on my waist, lifting me up. I put my arms around his neck and I rested my head on his shoulder. Everybody was looking at us, as Bellamy carried me to his tent, but I couldn’t care less. My father was dead and this past year I was being a bitch to him and now, I didn’t even have the time to say goodbye. Bellamy carefully laid me on his bed and he gave me a soft kiss on my right cheek and I just stood there, not moving any muscle. Bellamy took his shoes off, his shirt and he looked at me. He bent down to be eye- level with me and he wiped my tears away.

‘’ I know it’s hard to lose a parent. Trust me. But with time, it gets better.’’ He said softly, while taking my hands on his own.

‘’I have no one Bellamy. Maybe my grandma, I don’t know if she was in the Drop ship.’’ I cried and Bellamy quickly took my face in his hands, making me look straight in his big brown eyes.

‘’You’re wrong Jasmine. You have Clarke, Octavia, Finn, Raven and me. I’m never gonna leave you Jasmine. I’m ready to do anything for you. I’m ready to give my life for you. Every single time you leave the camp without me, I’m worried about you, my brain can’t stop thinking about you and I feel like my heart being squeezed from anxiety, also the fact that you always put yourself in big trouble, like today, doesn’t help.’’ With that I slapped his shoulder playfully, while fresh tears scrolling down my cheeks and he laughed softly.

‘’ Jasmine, I know it’s not the right time, but you make my heart beat faster from day 1. You are truly amazing. I see no flaws, well you have flaws, like put yourself in trouble, being sarcastic at the wrong time, react before think, but I don’t care, because I will always be there to protect you. Always. And I don’t know how to describe it, but you make me happier and you make me want to be a better person. I’m less selfish, less angry when you’re around me. I want us to be more than friends. You are the light in my darkness. Does that make sense or you think I’m stupid?!’’ he asked me with low voice and I was left speechless. Did just Bellamy Blake confess that he wants to be more than friends? Bellamy was looking in my eyes for answers, but I was truly speechless and I couldn’t even blink. Seconds passed by and Bellamy’s face fall. He was looking sad and his hand fall from my face. He went to stand up, but I took his arm softly, making him stay where he was.

‘’I feel exactly the same way as you. I’m always worried about you and you make my heart skip beats. I have this funny feeling when I’m around you and I don’t know how to explain it. But I’m scared. I’m really scared Bellamy. We’re on earth. People are dying almost every day. We’re at war with the grounders and I’m scared of losing you.’’ I admitted and at the end my voice became quieter. I saw Bellamy’s eyes became lighter and he had a smile on his handsome face. He put his left hand on my thigh and started caressing it, making my heart beat even faster.

‘’Jasmine. I’m here for you. You’re not gonna lose me at any cost. I promise you that. ‘’ he said and I nodded with a smile on my face. He smiled too and he leaned his face closer to mine and he kissed me. I quickly started kissing him back and I put my arms around his neck to bring him closer to me. Bellamy wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. His right hand slide under my shirt slowly, resting his palm flat against my back, making me take a sharp breath. Bellamy froze and broke the kiss.

‘’Are you okay with this?’’ he asked me carefully and I nodded.

‘’Yeah, it’s just that your hand is cold.’’ I admitted and he laughed before grabbing the back of my neck and starting kissing me, caressing the bottom of my back. Things got heated pretty quickly and he gently pushed me and I laid flat on the bed. He got on top off me and he started trailing soft, gentle kisses from my jawline to my neck, making me moan. I heard him chuckle and I felt my cheeks burning. He moved my hair to reveal my neck and titled my head to the side. Bellamy’s warmth breath fan my neck while his lips brushed the same spot where my pulse is. My breath became quicker as he tugged the skin between his teeth gently. He slowly sucked the skin into his mouth and his tongue flicked over it a couple of times, making me moan. His teeth grazed over the skin multiple times and I could feel his mouth enclose around my skin. He gave another small bit on my skin, before stopping. Why did he stop? I looked at him confused.

‘’Why did you stop?’’ I asked him confused and he got up, bending down to take something from his bag.

‘’Because we had a hard day and we have to sleep. Also you’re not ready.’’ He answered with a peaceful smile on his face and I nodded. He was right. I took my shoes off and tossed them to the ground. I took my jacket off and I was ready to go under the blankets when Bellamy stopped me.

‘’Hey Jas. Do you want to sleep in this shirt? You will be more comfortable.’’ He said, showing me a brown shirt, making me blush. Again. I nodded and he tossed me the shirt with a smirk. I grabbed it and I took my shirt off and put Bellamy’s shirt quickly. I got up and I took off my shoes and after my black jeans. I turned around and I went under the blankets. Bellamy was already in and he opened his arms. I smiled and laid my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

‘’Jasmine. Do you want to be my girlfriend?’’ Bellamy asked me out of the blue and my eyes widened. I quickly looked at him and I nodded my head repeatedly.

‘’Yes Bellamy. I want to be your girlfriend!’’ I answered him and he smiled big, making me smile too. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and I laid my head on his chest again. I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. I couldn’t believe I was Bellamy’s girlfriend.

#bellamy blake #bellamy blake imagines #the 100 bellamy #bellamy blake fanfic #bellamy blake fanfiction

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bluebird722 · 5 years ago

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Bath, Earl Grey, and Sensuality

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin + Raven

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Supposedly takes place during or after Justice League Dark: Apokolips War. I’m not fully investing in Damirae just yet, but this is my first attempt at something that may lead to a bigger story.

So imagine the war ends and at least Damian and Raven survive and rebuild the tower, from interior design to indoor plumbing, after any given time. Despite their victory, the two are inseparable and rely on each other’s company to help with the healing. The chance for romance begins to blossom…

For @tigerdude94, @rachelalghul, @chromium7sky, @lunastar92, @damnshipper, @dcgzilla, @quothxthexravenx, @dcdweeb, @grassfour, @xxitzmikoxx, @andthendk, @unk-vi, @ravenfan1242, @raventrigonsdaughter, and other Damirae shippers. (If I missed you, let me know for future stories!)

He shampooed her hair for her and carefully massaged the nape of her neck and behind her ears. When he was done, he gently pushed her forward, and she slid under the water, using one hand to rinse the suds from her locks. He hoped that she wouldn’t suspect his wish for her to accidentally lose her hold on the towel and expose her bosom to him. He replayed in his mind the image of her turned to face him when she asked him not to leave, how she had her upper body turned and he could see the curve and smoothness of her rear and thighs.

To indicate how he felt, he lathered shampoo onto a washrag and rubbed over her back and shoulders, and then between her breasts and collarbone. She rinsed herself as he smoothed conditioner through her hair. As he waited for a minute to wash it out, he grazed his fingers over the murky bath water and closed his eyes to fantasize about being in the tub with her, holding her in his arms and indulging in this kind of intimacy. It was something his own parents had and never would have had, even if he wanted it for them. A kind of bitterness stabbed his heart to think that he was the product of rape, not love-making, and even worse that the girl in front of him was conceived in a similar way.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice her under the water again. When he snapped to his senses, she had her face poking from the surface and her elbows holding the towel in place. He dipped his hands under the water again to rub her hair and run his fingers down her strands.

Even though she was done, she didn’t make an effort to drain the tub or notion a desire to leave. She stretched her legs and poked her toes from the water. “Something on your mind, Raven?” he asked.

She took a deep breath. “Many things…” She took his hands to hold in hers. For a moment, he thought that she would let him touch her breasts over the towel. What did this mean? He looked away and tried to think about the rebuilding that the two of them were involved in, rebuilding the planet for the survivors so they could live in buildings and eat real food and have running water and no longer fear for their lives against Darkseid. He had her with him, and while it was nice to hold hands and smile, he didn’t push for anything, as it would have left him even more vulnerable to a personal loss.

After three minutes, she pushed herself up. “I should get out,” she said.

His heart sank, but he agreed and unfolded a towel to hand to her. She let the purple one fall off her body as she wrapped the white one around herself, and he kindly wrapped a brown one around her hair. When she finished patting herself dry, he carried her bridal style to her room and laid her down on the bed that Lois and Clark had purchased for her, with bedding identical to the ones she had lost. She finished towel-drying her hair and untied the one around her body so she could change herself into a silk negligee with black lace straps and a skirt that reached two inches down her thighs.

He mentally cursed and looked away. Not only did this make her too damn attractive, but he couldn’t tell if this was intentional him to see. Unsure of what to do next, he folded the towels onto his lap. “Anything else you need me to do?” he asked.

“A cup of tea,” she said. “Earl Grey, lemon slice.”

After he left to boil water, she laid back and stared at the ceiling. She lost track of how long it had been since the fall of the Titans, easily the darkest day of her life. A new world to live in… None of the other Titans… Few of the Justice League… In that moment, even though she could not get close to her mother, she wished that the woman who birthed her was at her side to be a loving, doting mother.

He returned with two cups of tea and stiffly sat at the foot of her bed. She drank half her tea in silence, as did he, until she finished hers and set it on the nightstand. He instead stared into his cup and replayed his predecessor’s death in his mind. It was losing Grandfather all over again but worse, because he did not have the hope that the Lazarus Pit would bring him back to life. He remembered feeling so helpless even if Nightwing was annoying at times, like a strict older brother.

Then she took his teacup out of his hands. He turned to face her. “You were losing concentration,” she said with a shrug. “You don’t want to burn yourself.”

As she set the cup beside her own, he noticed a strap that fell off her shoulder. He instantly reached forward and put the strap in place, even though it only made her more like an erotic demon. Images came to him, images of the nightgown off her body, himself bare, the two of them under the sheets absorbed in kisses, his hands indulging in the smoothness of her supple skin, touching the parts of a woman that he would never have.

Her eyes stared wide at him, and he worried that he mistakenly grazed over her breast and felt her nipple under the material. “You’re conflicted,” she said. “I can feel it.”

His stomach sank. He had forgotten about that. “I apologize,” he said coolly. What if she read his mind and could see him imagining her in the shower with him, kissing and soaked under the water pouring over them like rain?

“Damian…”

He took a shaky breath and moved his head, where she was sitting up, her legs over the edge of the bed. She cautiously reached for his face as though she were about to touch fire. When her lips parted, he inched forward into his first kiss.

She tasted like Earl Grey and mint toothpaste. Luckily, she responded and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hip and shoulder to hold her better.

She was the one who broke away, but he saw lust and curiosity in her eyes, so he knew there was no regret on her part. “How long have you felt this way?” she asked.

“A while,” he responded. Then they kissed again and fell back onto her bed. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and he tried not to imagine what they looked like. She didn’t wrap her legs around his waist, which he was thankful for in case she would regret it. He raked his fingers through her hair and wrapped the strands around his fingers.

Her arms slid from his neck so her hands could touch his shoulders. “May I…feel your back?” she asked.

He uncoiled the hair from his hand and sat back, but he instead stripped off his turtleneck. A more powerful wave of lust filled her eyes, and she pulled him back for a more aggressive kiss. He didn’t think she was a virgin from the way she stroked up his spine and circled the small of his back. In response, he pushed his chest against hers and exhaled through his nose. She stopped kissing him, but he couldn’t tell if she was focused on how he breathed or was starting to regret this activity.

“May I kiss…down your neck?” he whispered against her lips. He didn’t want to stop or lose her interest.

“Sure,” she breathed. He took his time down that curve, and she was so aroused from this. He smirked and pulled the strap from her shoulder to kiss the skin there.

Then she pulled away and yawned over his head. He immediately stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. He knew that if he did, it might make for an awkward morning.

She arched her back under him and tightened her arms around his back. “Stay here…for the night.” She looked into his eyes. “Stay here…with me.”

He pulled her up with one arm and pulled down the sheets with his free hand. She guided him under the sheets and pressed herself against his chest–his broad, muscular chest that was so smooth and warm.

“Good night,” they whispered to each other. Ironically, he fell asleep while he smoothed his fingertips up and down her arm, but she stayed awake longer to think if they were to do more in the future.

What if they woke up together and greeted each other with morning kisses that gradually grew? What if his hand slid up her thigh and under her negligee to feel her hip and waist in their natural smoothness? She knew her body well enough to know where he would have to touch her for an aroused reaction. If she had to choose, she would rather he feel her breasts before her crotch. She would let him touch her there but not go in her. First, after he felt her chest, she would let him see her bare breasts, her negligee down to her ribs. His mouth wouldn’t feel them yet, though.

As for her, she wanted to trace every muscle in his arm and abdomen, feel with her fingertips and palms every curve and crease for him to hitch his breath and sharply exhale. If he let her touch him, she would only feel him but not pull on him or the flesh under it.

If it led to naked kissing, she hoped that he wouldn’t want to go in her. It couldn’t be considered making love if they didn’t already have a deep appreciation for each other in their barest forms. It was something they needed to do more than once before they would go that far. Raven thought about naked kissing, her body on top of his, the two of them kissing and playing with each other’s hair, until she fell asleep.

#damian wayne #robin #raven #fanfiction #damirae #demonbirds #justice league dark: apokolips war

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daisyxbuckley · 4 years ago

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O’Death//Calliope Kane Book 2

Disclaimer: Look yall. You should know by now, sometimes you will get 2 chapters at the same time and sometimes you’ll get one every three months from me. So enjoy lol

Description: The Grounders have been defeated. The people on the Ark have landed safely….so where is the rest of The 100? Calliope and her friends must work in a race against time to save everyone..no matter the cost.

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“Calliope, I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but that was such a reckless move. You have no idea if he’s going to make it or if they will believe him if he does.” Kane was pacing back and forth in the council room as Callie stood without emotion, looking at the wall in front of her. She knew her dad was pissed, she could feel it radiating off him in waves, but she didn’t care. Bellamy was at risk and Callie would do whatever she needed to do to protect him. Finally realizing that her father had stopped yelling, the redhead broke from her thoughts and looked at him. “You realize that this isn’t about what you want right? This is about the good of our people.”

“The good of our people rest on Bellamy’s shoulders. If he doesn’t make it then we all die.” Callie said as she fought to keep her voice neutral. “What I did was make them look the other way until he could get to where we needed him to be.”

“I don’t care why you did it, I care that you did it without consulting me.” Kane yelled as he stepped closer to his daughter. “You are NOT in charge here anymore.”

“And i’m also not a child anymore, yet you still treat me like one!” Callie finally let go of her anger. She was pissed that her father of all people, was still treating her like she had no clue what she was doing. “We survived for MONTHS down here by ourselves. We did what we needed to do. And then you guys arrive and act like we haven’t done a damn thing but we have..” Callie moved so her father started to back up. She knew that he had never seen her like this, but maybe it was time he did so he would let her grow up. “I am almost 20 years old. I know what i am doing, and what i was doing was for the good of our people. If we keep Bellamy alive, then we all live.”

Kane wasn’t able to respond to his daughter as the door opened to find Abby standing there. The two broke eye contact to look at her as she cleared her throat. “Callie, Clarke needs you in the radio bay.” She said quietly. Callie didn’t even spare a look at her father as she turned on her heel and brushed passed Abby. The older woman watched the redhead walk down the hall before turning to her father.

“She’s gonna get herself killed one day.” Kane said as he groaned, a hand rubbing his eyes. “And she doesn’t realize it.”

“She does...but Callie is very much the type of person that doesn’t care.” Abby said moving over and putting a hand on the mans shoulder. “She has grown into a spectacular woman, Marcus. You and her mother made sure of that. But you need to understand that she would do whatever she needed to do to protect her friends.” Abby didn’t need Kane to say the worry that he was going through. She felt it with Clarke, as she was the exact same way. “Maybe it’s time we step back and let them do what they’ve been doing all this time.” Hearing the man grunt, Abby hid a smile as she rubbed his back. “Come on. Let’s go try and help the girls.”

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Callie was still trying to come down from the fight with her dad when she reached Raven’s work area. The only thing that calmed her down was hearing a voice...his voice.

"I don't know. We tried to follow them, but they went to a classified level. Maya borrowed the schematics of the vent system from her boss, and I'm still trying to find a way in."

Callie ran towards his voice and noticed Clarke’s panicked look as she handed the mic to the older girl.

“Bell? Is everything okay?” She asked quickly. Callie knew they didn’t have much time as the second they realized Bellamy was in there he was as good as dead if he didn’t do what they needed him to.

“Hey Red. Yeah, everything is fine. Maya is just getting me a different route.” His voice seemed calm but Callie knew that he was nervous.

“I think I found a different route, here is that radio and earpiece Raven needed.” Maya’s voice came across the radio and the two girls looked over at Raven who shrugged.

“I’m making him mobile.”

“Bell, you HAVE to save them. We’ve already lost too many people...we don’t need to lose anymore.” Callie said quickly. Looking at the time she noticed Clarke trying to wrap it up. “I gotta go, but check back in two hours okay?”

“I will Cal. But you be safe too..I don’t need anything happening to you out there.”

Before she could say anything else, the radio cut off and the three girls were alone in the room with their thoughts again. Before any of them could say anything, Kane was coming into the room and Clarke stood up.

“Clarke, it’s time to go to Tondoc.” He said, his eyes never going to rest on his daughter. He knew that they wouldn’t be able to talk about this calmly until things were less tense, but that didn’t help her at all.

“I’m not going.” She said quickly. Standing up she went to walk out the door when Callie grabbed her arm.

“Clarke, you have to. You have a meeting with Lexa...she trusts you.” She said quietly.

“Callie, you and I both know that I can’t go with our friends still in that mountain. They are in trouble and I’m not leaving them till I know they are okay.” Clarke said as she looked over at Kane. “Lexa knows and respects you as well. She will be more than willing to talk to you.”

“Clarke, the whole point of being a leader is when to choose what battles you want to fight.” Kane said. He knew why she was so upset, but she needed to focus on the bigger picture.

“And I also need to know when to Delegate. You and Callie will both go to Tondoc.”

“Maybe your mother should go.” Kane said slowly as his eyes shifted to his daughter finally. Callie didn’t miss the fact that it took him almost the entire conversation to actually look at her.

“She is still Chancellor and she's needed here.” Clarke said, shaking her head. “Please, just do this for me.”

The two of them were silent for a few more minutes before Kane sighed and nodded his head. “Fine. But you have to promise me that you will go as well once you hear back from Bellamy.” Clarke nodded and headed out of the room while Callie watched her walk out. Abby walked in and watched her daughter leave as Kane looked back at the redhead. “Callie, be ready to leave in twenty minutes.”

All Callie did was nod and go back to the radio with Raven as her father left the room with Abby. “You and your dad really got into it, didn’t you.” Raven hardly spoke to Callie after what happened with Finn. Honestly the girl didn’t blame her, but she was a little surprised that the first conversation that they would have was about her father.

“He seems to think that I shouldn’t be making the choices that I am making.” Callie said carefully. “That i’m being reckless.”

“Callie...you have done some stupid shit since i’ve known you...but you have also been the most level headed out of all of us.” Raven said quietly. “You’re not being reckless, you’re just trying to keep everyone alive.”

Callie honestly had no clue how to respond to what the other girl said. So she didn’t. Putting her hand on Raven’s shoulder, she squeezed it before heading out of the room herself. Running into Clarke, the two girls shared a quiet moment before everything was about to erupt.

“If you hear from him...don’t tell him where i’m at. I don’t want him worrying about me or his sister when he needs to focus on this.” Callie said carefully. She didn’t need to elaborate. Clarke knew.

“Cal...if something happens.” Clarke said slowly

“Nothing is going to happen. We are going to Tondoc, we are going to get help and we are going to get our people out of that damn mountain.” Callie said as she squeezed Clarke’s hand. “I have to go meet my dad. I’ll see you soon.”

Clarke watched the redhead hurry off down the halls till she was out of site. The pit in the bottom of her stomach wasn’t going away and the girl hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time she would see her friend. Walking back into the radio room, she heard Raven on the radio with Bellamy again.

“I’m at the intersection, which way?” His voice was hurried as he had been running. Trying to avoid the guards while also getting the help from Maya had been difficult but the sooner all of this was over, the sooner they would have their friends back.

“You just passed the filtration system. So you’re close Bellamy.” Raven’s voice crackled through the earpiece as Bellamy tried not to roll his eyes.

“Can you be more specific?”

Before anyone could answer that question, they heard it. The high pitched whine of a drill cutting through the silence. The screams coming from the recipient who the extraction was being done to. “Nevermind, found it.” He said as he crept closer.

“Bellamy...is that a drill?” Ravens voice was quiet and distorted and Bellamy instinctively nodded before he remembered she wasn’t with him.

“Yeah…”

“It’s a bone marrow extraction.” Clarkes voice sounded horrified and the man knew that if she was here her face would match his own. Bellamy watched the doctor stand next to a man in front of a table with another man on it.

“Are you ready for the last treatment you will ever need?” The doctor asked.

“You have no idea how ready I am.”

“Thats Emerson. I see he made it back on time.” Clarke’s voice was almost bitter, but she kept quiet as the men kept talking.

“Did she say anything about the army?” Cage asked as he looked down at the other man

“No sir. She did say that she was coming for us...and that she would let our people live if we let the others go.” Emerson said quickly. “I’m sorry I failed sir.”

“No, it’s fine. We will finish the job tonight.” Cage said rubbing his chin. “Apparently there is a war council tonight in one of the villages. All the leaders will be there. We have the missiles. With that hiting them, they wont have the forces to continue to fight us.”

Clarkes eyes went wide as she looked at Raven. “Bellamy, you need to get in there and disable the fog now.” She quickly muted the radio and paced for a second.

“Did Kane or Callie take a radio?” She asked the shocked girl next to her.

“No. The only open channel is this one and we need it for Bellamy.” Raven said. “Clarke..what are we going to do?

“Clarke, hey where is Callie? And Octavia was in Tondoc when I left-” Bellamy’s hurried voice came back over the radio as the blonde grabbed it.

“They are fine. They are currently helping with other things though.” She said quickly. “Let me focus on warning the leaders. You focus on getting us in.”

“I will. Be safe.” He said quickly before the radio cut out.

“Why did you just lie to him?” Raven asked as Clarke started out of the room.

“He can’t be distracted. Two of the most important people in his life are currently in danger and we need him focused on the task at hand. If I leave now, I can reach Tondoc in time.” She said quickly before heading out.

“Hey. Don’t get blown up!” Raven yelled.

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The journey to Tondoc was quiet. Callie refused to look at her father and he barely glanced at her. She knew that with everything coming up they needed to have a discussion, but both of them were too stubborn to say anything. Eventually the torches of the village filled their visions and Callie was met with a smiling Octavia. “It’s about time you got here. I didn’t think you were coming though.”

“Clarke has some things to take care of so she sent us in her place for now.” Callie said, giving the shorter girl a squeeze. Seeing Indra’s stoic face, Callie nodded. “It’s good to see you again Indra.”

The older woman just nodded as she motioned towards the tent Lexa was in. “She’s waiting for you.”

Looking over at her father, he nodded as she followed Indra into the tent. Lexa’s eyes showed surprise for a split second before her face morphed into a small smile. “Calliope. It’s good to see you again. I wasn’t expecting you though.”

“Clarke had some loose ends to tie up back at camp. She sent me here just so we can get started.” As Callie spoke, she heard the tent open and the blonde hurried through.

“Well, Clarke of the sky people has finally honored us with her presence.” Lexa said with a grin.

“I am so sorry i’m late commander. But we need to talk.”

The look on Clarke’s face was enough to set off alarm bells in Callie’s head. “Clarke..what’s going on?”

“There is a missile coming this way. They are launching it any minute.” Clarke said quickly. The joking demeanor that Lexa had was gone as the words came out of the blondes mouth.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, we need to start evacuating now.” Clarke said looking at Callie.

“No.” The tone was clear from Lexa and the two girls looked at her with mouths agape.

“Lexa..we have to tell everyone. What’s the point of having an inside man if we can’t save these people.” Callie said “We can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“Is the acid fog disabled? Do we have our army inside the walls free? Then Bellamy’s job is not done.” Lexa said. Her face had a soft look on it as she knew this was hard for the others. “If we evacuate, they will know there is an imposter in their mist. Then we will lose.”

“Lexa..I provoked them.” Callie said quickly. “They wouldn’t do this if I didn’t.” She knew that what she did was stupid, but she didn’t think that this would be the outcome. “Lexa please…”

“Sometimes we must concede a battle to win the war.” Lexa said quietly. She knew that neither of the girls could understand why she was choosing to do what needed to be done, but hopefully in time they would.

“Let’s tell the clan leaders then. Help them get out and meet up at a point in the woods.” Clarke said quickly

“And then how many more people will we tell? Where will we draw the line?” Lexa asked. The frustration on all three of their faces was evident as they tried to work a solution out. “"It is our only choice, and you both know it. You could have warned everyone up there, but you didn't. You said nothing, not even to your own people. This is war. People die. You both showed true strength today.” Lexa said as the other girls looked at each other. “Don't let emotions stop you now. It's time to go.”

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Bellamy crept along the hallway to where his destination laid. He knew that he needed to hurry up and get the acid fog disabled, but it was proving harder and harder. When he heard the familiar crackle in his ear, he sighed.

“Talk to me.” Raven’s voice said. “Tell me what you see.

“Close your eyes and imagine a bottomless pit.” He said as he quickly looked around and headed off down another hallway. “That’s what this is. How much father?”

“According to Dante’s instructions, you’re almost there.” Raven said as she looked at the makeshift map in front of her.

“What about Clarke? Was she able to get to Tondoc in time?” Bellamy asked quickly as he slipped through a door.

“She should have. But it’s Clarke, she will get it done.” She said chewing on a pencil. “Now just focus on getting your ass to where you need to go and leave your sister and girlfriend to us.” The second she said it though, Raven knew she fucked up.

“Wait..Callie and O are in Tondoc? I thought you said they were back at the base?” Bellamy said quickly as he stopped. “Raven, why would you guys lie to me?”

“Because we needed you focused, Bellamy. And we still do. They are going to be fine, but you need to move or all of this will be for nothing.” She said quickly as she sent a silent prayer to the universe.

“Fine.” Was all he said before the radio clicked off.

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Callie and Clarke stood in Lexa’s tent as they debated what to do. “I’m not leaving without my dad and Octavia.” Callie said. “No way in hell.”

“Calliope, if we don’t leave now, then all of us will be dead.” Lexa said quickly. “And in what way will that be helpful at all.”

Callie shook her head. “No. Take Clarke and get out of here. I’ll get my dad and Octavia.” She said as she started towards the tent opening.

“Callie, no. If something happens to you-” Clarke cut herself off as she grabbed the older girls arm.

“If something happened to me...make sure Bellamy knows there’s nothing he could of done.” She said before slipping back out. Using the light of the bonfire and torches, Callie spotted her father pretty quickly talking to Indra.

“Dad.” She yelled as she ran over to him. “Dad, we need to go now.” Looking around, Callie looked at the woman next to her father. “Have you seen Octavia?” She asked quickly. Indra shook her head as she stared at the redhead with a wondering look.

“She went out with one of the scouting parties. What is going on, young one?” Callie really didn’t want to lie to the older woman. She hated the thought, but if Lexa wanted her to know then she would have found a way to tell her. “Callie, where is the Commander?”

“They left...Clarke and Lexa left.” Callie said quietly. “There is a missile heading this way. And Clarke came here to warn people, but Lexa said that it would ruin the plan in the long run.” Callie saw the look of horror from her dads face and tried to ignore it. “We need to get out of here.”

“Callie you need t-” Whatever Kane was about to say to his daughter was cut off as it seemed like all the sound in the forest was wiped out and everyone was lifted off their feet almost at the same time. Callie felt her feet leave the earth and felt her body fly back before it impacted with a tree and she fell to the floor. The earth spun as she tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, and chaos erupted all around. The entire village was on fire and the ringing in her ears was so loud that it was like someone had set off an alarm inside her brain. Feeling herself be lifted up, her fathers face swam in and out of her vision as Callie looked around at all the destruction that was caused. All the bodies of people that she knew, dead and staring vacantly at the sky. The stars were covered by all the smoke that was rising from the ground.

She felt the hands on her as her vision tried to settle. Looking into Clarke’s eyes, Callie tried to find her footing and realized that her father was nowhere near where he was standing a minute ago. “Clarke...my dad. I don’t know where he is.”

“My mom is here. But we need to go NOW.” Clarke said as she led the redhead away from the town and towards where Lexa was. “We need to get to the spotter who aimed the missile.” She said as Lexa looked at Callie with a worried look.

“Clarke, if he’s the spotter then he’s here to make sure we are dead.” Lexa said. “If he knows we are alive.” She looked down at Callie trying to catch her breath against a tree. “And she is in no shape to go anywhere.”

“He won't know. I’m going to kill him. Callie, you need to stay here and help the wounded...i’ll be back as soon as I can.” Clarke said as she headed into the woods.

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Callie watched the two girls head into the dark woods and turned her attention back to the village. The damage was insane as she watched people run around and try to find loved ones that were buried under the rubble. Once her mind cleared, Callie realized that her father was nowhere to be found and panicked.

“Dad!” She yelled as she ran through the smoke and fire. Feeling hands grab her, Callie looked into Niyko’s worried face. “Niyko. Have you seen my dad?!” Her voice was horse from all the smoke and the damage to her body but Callie was more alert than ever.

“No, but you need to rest. You’re bleeding as well.” He said motioning to her forehead. The cut above her eyebrow stung as she realized she would probably need to get stitches later.

“No, I don’t have time. I need to find my dad.” She said looking around. Hearing her name, Callie looked over and saw Abby running towards her. Once the woman reached her, she made sure the girl was okay.

“Abby, my dad was standing right next to me when the missile hit.” She said loudly. The ringing in her ears made it hard to know if she was yelling because of the noise or because she couldn’t hear a damn thing.

“Callie, I will find him. I need you to get back to Camp and get help. Can you do that.” Abby asked as she tried to keep her voice calm. She noticed the girl not paying attention and raised her voice to get her to look. “Callie, please. If you can go get what I need to help people here, then we can save more people.”

Nodding, Callie took one look at Abby and bolted towards the woods that led to camp. She knew that she needed to get help, but her mind was also on if her father was alive or not. Callie felt like she had been running forever when she finally saw the lights of camp. James met her outside and the redhead just collapsed into his arms.

“Callie, what the hell happened?” He said as some of the others in the camp made their way around her. “We saw the light and heard the boom from here.”

“A missile. Mt Weather sent a missal.” She said quietly. “We need help for the wounded.” She looked up at some of the other people around as they ran and got what they needed. “We need to go back.”

“Callie, you need to get patched up first. You’re bleeding really bad.” James said as he moved her hair out of her eyes. The front matted in blood and covered in soot and smoke. Her skin was paler than usual as the blood loss took a toll on her.

“No. Just put a band aid on me and let’s go.” Callie said as she saw Jackson run over and quickly bend down to her.

“Callie, you’re gonna need stitches.” He said as he put gauze to her wound and taped it down.

“I know, but now isn’t the time. We have to go now.” She said as James helped her up. “There are more people who need help right now.”

James shook his head and tightened his grip on her body as he looked at the others running around, seeing Jackson as he ran over. “Callie needs stitches, but you need to go and help Abby. Take a few people and get supplies to the wounded.” He said as he reached down and scooped the girl next to him up.

“James, stop.” Callie said trying to fight her way out of his arms. “I promise i’m okay.” She knew that she wasn’t very convincing and Callie eventually gave up fighting and let James take her to get patched up.

“Cal, you can go help when I know that you’re going to be okay.” He said as he headed towards med bay. Entering the room, he sat her down on the bed as he looked around for things he would need.

“James, you’re great at a lot of things, but stitching me up is not one of them.” The redhead said as she put a cloth to her forehead. The fabric was getting soaked and the girl knew she needed to take care of it and let James help her. Moving back over to stand between her legs, James moved the cloth and checked the wound before getting the needle and thread ready to stitch.

“It might not look as good as when you do it, but at least you wont be bleeding everywhere anymore.” He said with a slight grin. “You ready? We don’t have time for pain meds right now.”

“Yeah, just get it done and over with.” Callie said, closing her eyes. Hissing as his hand touched the wound and pinched it together, the redhead held back a scream of pain as she felt the needle pierce her skin to sew the gash shut. After what felt like hours, James finally stood back and applied a bandage over it to keep it from infection and touched her arm.

“Hey, you’re good to go.” He said as he watched her open her eyes. Moving a strand of hair from her face, James stood there as his hands went to rest on Callie’s upper thighs. “You gonna be okay?” He asked as she looked down.

“Yeah, I will be once we get everyone out of that mountain.” She said as she jumped down from the bed. “I need to check on Raven, then we are going to go.” Callie didn’t wait for James to respond before she was running down the hallway to where Raven was. Busting into the room, Callie saw Raven at the radio and tried to ignore the look of worry she was given when the brunette saw her.

“Cal, what the hell!? Are you guys alright?” She asked as she quickly got up and walked over. Waving her away, Callie walked over to the radio.

“I’m fine. Has he checked in?” Callie asked as she sat down. Raven shook her head. “No...but he’s due to.”

As if on queue, Bellamy’s voice rang through the room.

“Raven, are you there?”

“Bell, it’s Callie.” She said as she grabbed the mic “Octavia and I are safe. Please tell me that you are as well.”

“Cal? Thank god, why did you lie to me? I told you to stay at camp so you were safe.” Callie could hear the worry in Bellamy’s voice as he tried to keep quiet.

“Because I didn’t need you to worry. I needed you to focus. Now are you almost to the fog chambers?”

“I’m working on it.” Bellamy said quickly. “Somethings wrong...my card isn’t working.”

Callie and Raven locked eyes as James entered the room. Both girls knew what it could mean with his card not working, but neither of them wanted to admit it. “Bell..what's going on?”

“Give me a minute. I need to figure something out.” And with that the connection cut out again. Pushing back, Callie stood up quickly. “Raven, you and Wick need to help him. I need to go find Clarke and help with what I can there.” Raven nodded as she went off to find the other man, leaving Callie and James alone.

“I’m going with you.” He said quietly. Callie shook her head with a sad smile.

“I need you here, to help in case we don’t make it back. I need to know there is someone here we can trust.” She said quietly, looking at the floor. Feeling his hand take hers, Callie finally looked up into his ice blue eyes.

“Callie, you can’t sacrifice yourself for him….he wouldn’t want you to.” James said softly as his hand moved to her cheek. “You can stay here and be safe.”

“James...I love him. And I know he would go through hell and back to make sure that I made it out of there alive as well.” She said as she moved his hand. “‘I’m sorry.” And with that, Callie pushed past the man in front of her and sprinted towards the mountain.

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It felt like her lungs were on fire before Callie finally saw some of the people Lexa had brought to fight. Thankfully they recognized her and pointed her to where their leader was, Callie just hoped that she wasn’t too late. The whole time her mind was focused on Bellamy and everything that could have happened to him as he was stuck inside that mountain. Seeing Clarke’s blonde hair, Callie pushed on till she got to the other two girls.

“Callie!” Clarke yelled. “Thank god.” She said as they hugged. Stepping back, Callie nodded to Lexa who looked a little unnerved but hid it well.

“I think Bellamy has been discovered. His card didn’t work anymore and the only way for that to happen would be if he was caught.” Callie said as she tried to catch her breath. Before either of them could say anything, one of the grounders ran up to Lexa excitedly saying that they saw the signal.

“He made it.” Callie whispered. The pit in the bottom of her stomach was finally gone as she heard Lexa give the order to sound the horn to proceed. Noticing Octavia, Callie ran over to her. “O, thank god you’re okay.” She said quickly but was taken aback by the look on the girls face.

“You knew. You knew about the missile and you and Clarke were going to just let us take our chances.” Octavia spat at the older girl.

“O..please. I was coming to find you when it hit. We were told not to say anything BECAUSE Lexa told us not to. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you though. I couldn’t let that happen.” Callie pleaded. She didn’t want the younger Blake mad at her too, but it seemed like it was heading in that direction.

Before Octavia could say anything, Clarke came running up. “Octavia. You’re not going to the mines with Indra. It’s too dangerous and I need to keep you safe.”

“Fuck you Clarke. I’m so tired of you and trying to keep me safe. I can take care of myself and obviously Indra thinks so too.”

“O, Bellamy would be devastated if anything happened to you. We just want you to stay alive.” Callie said quickly, hoping to stop a fight before it started.

“Worry about yourself Callie.” Octavia said before she turned and walked off. The older girls watched her for a second before Callie turned to the blonde.

“Come on...we have a job to do.”

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wonderful-writer · 4 years ago

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10 - Biological Warfare

Summary: Murphy returns to camp with a virus that renders the camp vulnerable to a grounder attack, and Y/n realizes something she should’ve seen a long while ago.

Word Count: 3.20k

Based Off: 01x10 “I Am Become Death”

A/N: So i forgot to queue this post yesterday before i went to bed and now it’s 3 hours late so enjoy :)

The next morning, you, Clarke, Bellamy, Finn, Raven and a handful of other delinquents were heading out to the crash site to investigate. Bellamy tried to talk to you multiple times throughout the trip, along with Clarke, but you and Finn ignored them and Raven and walked together instead.

As you looked around, Finn pointed out that neither you or Clarke should be here.

“Clarke’s mom was on the ship, and y/n’s dad and grandmother were, too. They’re looking for answers.” Raven explained. “You wanna help them? Find me the black box, hard drives, anything that will explain why the ship crashed.”

“Stay sharp.” Bellamy told everyone. “Grounder retaliation for what happened on the bridge is coming, it’s just a matter of when.”

“Can you blame them?” You asked him.

“No, I blame you.” He sassed back.

“Maybe if you didn’t bring guns-” Finn was cut off by Raven.

“If we didn’t bring guns, we all would’ve been killed.”

“Why they’re coming doesn’t matter anymore.” Bellamy pointed out. “It’s our job to be ready when they do. We’re on our own now.”

You tuned the world out and looked at the burnt corpses, wondering which of them was your grandmother, and which was your father. You realised now that maybe you should’ve taken your grandmother's offer and talked with your dad, because now it was too late.

“You would’ve loved him, nana.” You looked up at the sky, deciding that looking at the bodies wasn’t going to do much for you, especially if it wasn’t the body of your beloved grandmother. It would’ve been weird if you said that to some technician you didn’t know.

You wiped a tear that had begun to fall and clutched your necklace. You looked back up when Raven, Finn, and Bellamy made their way to you and Clarke, who had been a few paces ahead of you.

“It’s hydrazine. Highly unstable in its solid form. If this stuff meets fire, we’re all pink mist.” Raven informed her. She dipped a rock in a puddle that had gathered, standing up and shouting, “Fire in the hole!” And tossed it into a distant fire, before causing a mediocre explosion.

“We need to clear the area.” She instructed Bellamy, who nodded at her.

“We move in formation, no straggling, weapons hot. We’ve got to get back before dark.” He shouted over to the others that you brought along, everyone following his lead.

When you arrived back at camp the next morning, everyone told you and Bellamy that Murphy was back and in the dropship. Bellamy angrily stomped into the dropship, demanding to see him.

You expected the usual, cocky Murphy, but you saw the exact opposite. Murphy was cowering in a corner as a small group of people surrounded him, basically beaten to pulp. The small crowd stepped to the side at Bellamy's appearance, who looked shocked to see Murphy in the condition he was in.

“Everyone but Connor and Derek, out. Now!” The others scrambled out of the dropship, leaving you, Clarke, Finn, Murphy, and Connor and Derek.

“He claims he was with the grounders.” Derek spoke first.

“We caught him trying to sneak back into camp.” Connor glared.

“I wasn’t sneaking.” Murphy muttered from his spot on the floor. “I was running from the grounders.”

“Anyone see any grounders?” Bellamy asked angrily, to which Connor and Derek shook their heads. “Well in that case,” Bellamy raised his gun to shoot Murphy, but Finn pushed it down.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?” He asked the man.

“We were clear what would happen if he came back.” He shouted, raising his gun again. But this time, Finn stepped in front of the barrel. You took the time to stand in front of Murphy and get a closer look as they shouted at one another.

He flinched as you bent down to his level, but you put your hands out to assure you weren’t there to hurt him, even if you really wanted to.

You inspected his various wounds and lightly grabbed his hands, taking note of his missing fingernails. “Clarke, come look at this.”

She moved to squat next to you and looked at his fingernails as well.

“Clarke, think about Charlotte!” Bellamy yelled.

“I am thinking about her, but what happened to Charlotte was as much our fault as it is his.” She commented, sending a shiver down your spine.

“He’s not lying,” You defended Murphy. “His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him.”

“You and the grounders should compare notes.” Finn commented snarkily.

“The grounders know we’re at war.” Bellamy snapped back. “What did you tell them about us?” He shouted at Murphy.

“Everything.” Murphy replied in a broken tone. You and Clarke stood up in fear, but she turned to Bellamy and you just glanced around with arms crossed.

“Once he’s better, we find out what he knows, and then he’s out of here. Okay?” She compromised with Bellamy.

“And what if he refuses to leave?” Bellamy asked as she started to leave. “What do we do with him then?”

“Then we kill him.” She responded, turning back around and leaving the dropship. You followed after her and went to visit Jasper at his guard post, but he decided not to talk to you, so you went to find Monroe to ask her about what happened by the fire on Unity Day.

“Oh my God, Y/n! Your eyes!” She exclaimed, grabbing half of the camp’s attention. You felt hazy but reached a hand up to your cheek, pulling away to see blood coating your fingertips. You stumbled over to her just in time for Bellamy to exit the dropship, and for you to collapse into her arms.

She helped lower you to the ground and you pushed her body away before proceeding to cough up an unusual amount of blood. Connor and Derek began to do the same, but Bellamy still made his way towards you.

“Holy shit, Y/n, are you okay?” He asked you. You tried to push him away, still mad about yesterday, but you were too weak and gave up. He carried you up to the dropship, not concerned about catching whatever you had.

He set you down on the table where you were about a week ago, asking Clarke what was happening as she demanded he stay back.

“Biological warfare.” She responded gravely. “You were waiting for the grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. And Murphy is the weapon.”

Your body was reacting worse to whatever illness Murphy gave you worse than Clarke, but you didn’t know why. You sat up from the table you were on and stumbled over to the nearest wall, watching as Connor seized and eventually died.

The thought of the same thing happening to you scared both you and Bellamy, who noticed you had gotten up when you coughed again. You clutched your waist and he made his way over to you to help you stand, much like he did on Unity Day.

“Round up anyone who had contact with Murphy. Bring them here. And everyone Connor, Derek, Y/n, and me had contact with as well.” She instructed Finn, watching as he left the dropship, before turning to you and Bellamy.

“Bellamy, you really shouldn’t be touching her-” She moved towards them and attempted to take you into her arms as you coughed again.

“Clarke, I’ll be fine.”

“You could get sick-”

“I said, I'll be fine.” He interrupted, voice dripping with authority. She sighed and gave up, turning to ask Connor who Murphy had contact with. His response scared Bellamy, who gently put you against the wall and looked at you once more before rushing out to get his sister.

“Clarke,” You rasped. She turned to you and bent down to meet your eyes. “Why am I worse than you? You were with Murphy the same time I was.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/n. It might be because you have a weakened immune system, or because your stab wound is still healing. It could be anything.” Other people started to file in as they caught the virus, Bellamy standing near Octavia as Clarke examined her, a cloth over his mouth and nose.

Bellamy glanced over at your tired form before leaving the dropship, while Octavia followed his eyes. You were lazily propped up against the wall, pale and sweaty, with an arm draped across your middle. Octavia’s eyes grew wide as you began to cough up your own blood, rushing to help you.

She helped lower you onto your side, rubbing your back as you gagged and coughed up even more blood into a puddle on the dropship floor. You groaned in pain at the unpleasant feeling of throwing up your own blood, but became grateful that it was soon over for the time being.

“Octavia, you could get sick. Get away from me.” You mumbled, blood coating your lips as you attempted to push her away.

“I’ll be fine. Clarke said I’m asymptomatic or whatever.” She responded as she set you against the wall. She was called away by Clarke and you watched her leave the dropship, eyelids heavy.

You only ever woke up when you had to cough up more of your own blood, which meant nearly twice every hour you were in a lot of pain from the heaving. After that, either Murphy or Octavia, usually the latter, would come to bring you a cup of water and you would pass out again. You were better soon, though, and was limited to helping those around you.

However, when you saw Bellamy come into the dropship and be laid down on a bed, you broke almost every rule and got up, stumbling over to the man. Bellamy closed his eyes by the time you got there, sitting by his head on the same side as Octavia.

Someone else started to cough uncontrollably, so you assured Octavia that you would take care of Bellamy while she took care of the others with Murphy. You took the cloth from her hand as she rushed over to the delinquent, and resumed wiping the blood from his face and nose. You hated to see him like this, although you weren’t much better.

Just the thought of anything happening to Bellamy at all terrified you, and you didn’t have a clue as to why. You pushed back the anxiety and tears as you wiped away the sweat that was collecting on Bellamy’s forehead, sniffling to keep it at bay.

It wasn’t long after that Bellamy woke up again, and you signalled Murphy to get him a cup of water. “Get the hell away from me,”

“Bellamy, stop.” You said from behind him. He looked over at you and felt a great sense of relief. “You’re sick, and Murphy’s just trying to help. He’s been helping everyone in here, including me, since he was well enough to.”

“When I get better, if you’re still here-” Bellamy began to threaten.

“You know what, Murphy? I got this one.” He looked to you and left to help out with Clarke, who began to get better not long after you did. You were still pale, but you weren’t coughing up any blood.

“Here,” You handed him the cup of water. He took it and looked you up and down.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked.

“Don’t worry about me, Bell. I’m fine. Clarke said I can go sometime tomorrow, but I don’t think I’ll be leaving here until you’re okay.”

“You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

“It’s fine, Bellamy.” You put a hand on his arm to assure him. “Think of it as a thank you for both of the times you saved my life.”

He smiled and sipped on the water before asking if you had seen Octavia.

“She was up all night helping out, Murphy gave her a break.”

“Don’t tell me you trust him now.” Bellamy deadpanned.

“Trust him? After what he did? No. Not at all. But Clarke believes that we should give him a second chance.” Bellamy rolled his eyes and looked around, pointing out that it was almost dawn.

“We better get everyone inside. If we close the doors, maybe the grounders’ll think we’re not home.”

“Not everyone is sick. We can’t risk it.” You denied his suggestion.

“Sick is better than dead.” He countered seriously.

“You don’t think Finn and Jasper are gonna pull it off.” You realized.

“Do you?” He asked.

“I may be mad him right now, but he’s still my brother.” Was your response.

“I’ll get everyone inside,” Clarke sighed as she overheard your conversation while passing by.

There was a pause in yours and Bellamy’s conversation, a comfortable silence. He looked longingly over to you, and you looked down at your hands before meeting his gaze. He could see the worry in your eyes, and your shaking hands gave away your well-hidden anxiety.

“We’ll be fine, princess.” You sighed shakily at his words and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You were terrified that you were going to die soon, and you felt comforted in Bellamy’s arms as they wrapped around your torso.

You were reminded of the fact that both your grandmother and father were dead, leaving you virtually alone, for lack of a better term. The tears dripped slowly from your eyes and landed on Bellamy’s jacket as he rubbed your back.

Soon, everyone who was able had gathered outside as the bomb went off.

“They did it.” Clarke gasped as the mushroom cloud grew larger in the air.

“I am become death. Destroyer of worlds.” You quoted as Bellamy looked at you. “It’s Oppenheimer. The man who built the first-” You mumbled when you glanced back at him.

“Yeah, I know who Oppenheimer is.” Bellamy commented with a smirk, causing you to smile back at him.

By midday, Clarke said you were well enough to leave the dropship, along with herself and a handful of others. You still planned on taking care of Bellamy, however, because that’s what you promised to do. But, by some miracle, he was okay, too.

You watched him go outside of the wall with a few others, leaving you to think about all that’s happened since you arrived on Earth. One of your arms was crossed as the other rested on it, hand reaching up to twist your locket. You sat at the fire with a couple of other people, Harper being one of them.

You began to think more and more about Bellamy and how you treated each other, realizing that you both treated each other differently than you did anyone else in camp. You didn’t even treat Jasper the same way you treated Bellamy. You got lost in your thoughts as the came back to your mother, and some advice she had given you when you were young, advice you didn’t understand until now.

“Mom, what’s love?”

“My little bug, you’re too young to know this now, but when you’re in love, and mean deeply in love, you can feel it.”

“But how?”

“Well, you would do anything for the person you love, even if you got in trouble for it. You smile every time you see them, and you get a tingling feeling in your tummy.” She smiled. “You couldn’t think about living without them, not for a second. When you’re upset, they make you smile, and when you cry, they help you wipe your tears.”

“And sometimes falling in love is quick and fast, and you don’t see it until you’re already at the bottom, and sometimes it’s slow and beautiful. They brighten up every room they walk into and show you how pretty and amazing life can be. Darling, if you ever find a love like that, never ever let it go.”

You gasped quietly as you pulled yourself from your thoughts, standing from your spot at the fire. You quietly excused yourself as everyone looked at you, rushing to get to Jasper and Monty’s tent as fast as you could.

You stumbled inside, almost tripping on the tent flap. “Jasper! Jasper oh my God!”

The man in question looked up at you from his spot on the bed. “What? What is it? Are we under attack-?” You sat him back down as he rose before beginning to pace.

“No, no, nothing like that.” You spoke quickly.

“I understand it now.” You spoke fast, in a desperate haste to get the words out. “I mean he’s different when he’s around me, he makes me happy, he comforts me when I cry, and- and- God! How did I not see it before!” You groaned, still pacing.

Jasper stood in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n, what in the world are you talking about?” He asked.

You sighed and a queasy smile crossed your lips. “I’m in love with Bellamy Blake.” You admitted, hands thrown up in a sort of shrug.

Jasper looked at you in annoyance as he let his hands fall back to his sides. “Congratulations, you’re officially the last person to know.”

He turned back to sit down on his bed and you looked at him, bug-eyed and almost choking on your own saliva. “I’m sorry, what?!”

“Y/n, everyone in camp can see that you love him. It’s not like you’re hiding it.” He chuckled. You put your hands on the top of your head in stress.

“Do you think he knows?” You asked in a slight whisper.

“Bellamy?” You nodded. “No way. You’d think he would’ve figured it out with all the staring he does, but I think he’s too oblivious to see it. What I do know, along with everyone else in camp, is that he loves you too. He just doesn’t see it.”

You groaned at Jasper’s answer, and his only response was to laugh. You gave up and went to your own tent, collapsing into your bed. Things were going to be tougher around camp - and not just because of the grounders.

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nakey-cats-take-bathsss · 5 years ago

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Love of a Traveling Soldier

Bellarke AU (One-shot)

A modern take on Clarke's Post-Praimfaya radio calls.

425 days without a sign, no phone calls, no emails, as far as Clarke knows, Bellamy left on this classified mission and is never coming back. But she can't think that, can't live with that, not when she had Madi to consider. So she hopes, waits, lives on. Makes a phone call every night, always reaching his voicemail and always leaving a message.

Maybe one of these days, he'll finally be able to answer, will finally come home to them.

***Posted below and also on AO3 (link in reblog)***

“Momma, how many sleeps till daddy gets home?” Madi asked, wide dark eyes half-lidded, the worn ear of a stuffed bear tucked in her mouth. She was on the edge of sleep, probably only a few minutes away from a world of dreams. Clarke’s heart broke at those words, another piece shedding itself and flying off into the wind. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Only a few more baby girl,” she whispered, smoothing back her daughter’s wild, dark curls, identical to the ones on Bellamy’s head and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Madi deserved dreams full of sunshine and rainbows and hugs from her dad, not a giant ticking clock marking if she would ever get to see him again.

The weight of sleep proved to be too strong, too comfortable, and Madi drifted off, curling her little body into a small ball before she could ask further, delve into the specifics of when she would get to have her bedtime hugs again.

Bellamy and Clarke had fantasized about these moments, sitting in a dugout during cold desert nights. The Navy had seemed different to them back then, they were young, had no responsibilities at home, just a passion for justice and the kind of fearlessness you needed to run into a sleeper cell of terrorists.

She had never planned on marrying a fellow soldier, of living a life waiting for the other to come home. But Bellamy had been rugged and gentle, a hero, the man of her dreams. They fell hard and fast, stole moments together during those dark desert nights. They’d laid out, looked up at the stars, talked about their future, dreamed up a house full of kids and fantasized about doing boring things like watching TV together and doing dishes.

And for a while, they had that. There was no war, they just lived, got married, had the most beautiful little girl in the entire world and got to have their boring fantasy.

But things never stayed simple for long.

“Hey, it’s Bellamy, leave a message,” her husband’s familiar voice instructed, the same soft, gravelly voice she had heard a million times before.

“It’s been 125 days since you got deployed, I don’t really know why I do this. It’s not like you have cell phone service wherever you are right now…I guess it would defeat the purpose of a classified mission if you did. I like hearing your voice though, like the idea that maybe you’ll hear these someday. It just makes me miss you less—”

A beep sounded, indicating that she had gone over the length limit for the message. This always happened, it shouldn’t really surprise her. Part of her wanted to call again, just to hear the sound of his voice message, but she didn’t want to risk filling the mailbox, couldn’t let go of this nightly tradition just yet.

***

“Only a few more sleeps baby,” Clarke whispered against Madi’s hair, pulling her closer into her side as her breathing evened out. She was so tiny, it was easy to forget sometimes, especially since it felt like she had aged years since Bellamy’s departure.

In a way, Clarke was glad that Madi always asked about her dad, even though the question never failed to break her heart. With the uncertainty of this mission and the no contact rules, she was worried Madi would lose the bond she had with him, forget all the nights spent making pillow forts and making smores.

For now, this countdown was all she had.

Picking up her phone, Clarke dialed the familiar number, taking the time to type it out by hand rather than using the contact information. This was all she had these days, she was going to drag it out for as long as possible.

She closed her eyes at the sound of her husband’s voice, pretending for a moment that he was lying beside them. The bed felt too big without him, too wide, too cold. If he was here, he would wrap them both under his arm, pulling her to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her ear.

“Hey, it’s Bellamy, leave a message.”

“It’s been 142 days, today was a good one. We went to the aquarium and I told Madi all about our first real date. She’s so smart Bell, so big, you’re going to be so proud when you see her. I miss you, we both do, please take care of yourself.”

The beep sounded just as she finished, like a harsh, clinical reminder that her husband wasn’t actually on the other end.

Keeping her phone pressed to her chest, she leaned her cheek against Madi’s head, trying to ignore the cold space beside her, the ache of where a warm hand should be resting on her waist.

***

Today was…harder than most.

Her head throbbed, back ached, Madi puked all over the upstairs carpet, leaving pieces of breakfast and orange juice to seep into the floor. She was sore and tired and so, so lonely. All she wanted was to fall into Bellamy’s arms, to smell the spicy scent of his cologne, hear him tell her that they had lived to see another day, that the world would keep turning.

That was what he always said, believed it so strongly that he had the words tattooed into his skin, in Greek, because it was Bellamy after all.

God, she missed him so much.

BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ

Her phone rang against the coffee table, causing her to jump, sending a wave of bile into her throat. It was a visceral reaction, an involuntary fear reflex, you never knew which call would be, the call.

The panic rose higher when she realized it was an unknown number.

With a deep breath, she pressed the green button, preparing herself for a line of words that could change her life forever.

“Clarke Griffin-Blake, I am calling to inform you that your husband’s mission is still on-going and at this time, they have suffered no fatalities,” a deep male voice said, professional and to the point, typical.

Thank God.

They had, in fact, lived to see another day.

It still felt weird to not have them call her by her rank, the sting of it radiating all the way down to that damn plate in her spine. The plate that had retired her at 28 years old, as much as she hated it, it was the only reason her daughter had a parent home with her at all, truly a blessing and a curse. But she thanked the man on the other end of the phone, taking extra care to be kind to him even though he had scared the shit out of her, it wasn’t an easy job to make these calls.

She was one of the lucky ones today, she knew that never lost sight of that.

Despite the comforting news, the phone call shook her up, had sent a wave of adrenaline through her body she just couldn’t shake. Even while she was scrubbing vomit out of the carpet and pressing a cool rag to her daughter’s forehead, she could still hear the phone vibrating against the table.

Madi fell asleep without her story, body drained from being sick, the countdown to her father’s return too distant of a thought to cloud her mind right now.

“Hey, it’s Bellamy. Leave a message.”

“I love you…” she whispered into her phone, waiting for the beep, relishing in the small comfort that even though Bellamy couldn’t hear her, he was okay. Too grateful for his survival to burden him with her terrible day, even if it was just for a few seconds, even if he couldn’t hear her.

She fell asleep on the floor of their closet, her back pressed up against the wall, the smell of Bellamy’s old dress shirts lulling her to sleep.

***

Clarke lifted Madi’s sleeping form from Octavia’s couch, running a hand over the ridges of her spine, rocking her back to sleep. It was nice to see her happy, laughing, jumping, playing with her cousins. The sight of it made something in Clarke ache. They wanted a big family, lots of siblings for Madi, enough kids for their own softball team.

She hated this mission.

As much as she knew it for the greater good, knew that her husband was going to save hundreds, if not thousands of lives, he wasn’t here.

They were supposed to have been done, taken their medals of honor and ridden off into the sunset. Bellamy had had only a few more months left on his enlistment when he got the call, the call that sent him off to an unknown place, shipped him off with barely a few days for them to say goodbye.

It could’ve been her, should’ve been her.

It just as easily could’ve been Bellamy here, with their daughter, making memories and going to school plays.

If it weren’t for the three metal disks, square in the middle of her back, sitting up against the curve of her skin, a constant reminder that she would never be a soldier again…not in the way she wanted to anyway.

She drove aimlessly, watching the lights flicker off in different windows, symbols of life in every home. Maybe there were others in there, other people waiting for their loved ones to come back. From a party, from soccer practice, a business trip, people were waiting who would never get the relief of hearing the door click open and others who would take the click for granted.

Clarke sent out a silent prayer for them all, all the waiters, the worriers. She had never been very good at waiting, too restless…this was a new emotion, one that she didn’t like. There was no way to truly squash the worry, no door click.

They ended up at the beach, the waves a soothing comfort to the chaos in her brain. This was their place, she had a picture of them together here on her desk at work, the day they had gotten engaged.

“It’s been 200 days since I last saw you, 200 days since we heard your voice. I don’t like to tell you when I have bad days, even if you can’t hear me, this time is so precious. But today sucked. It is terrible that I miss the act—”

The message cut off, rattling on about how she could delete her message if she wanted to, but she hung up before it could finish, throwing her phone down in the sand, leaning heavily against the hood of her car.

“I miss the action. I’m stuck here, there’s nothing I can do, no way I can help. I just have to wait, to wonder, to hope you make it out of this alive. I’m mad at you for leaving even though it’s not your fault and I’m mad at my stupid spine for making it so that I couldn’t go instead. She’s growing up Bell and you’re missing it. She has a loose tooth and is learning all these amazing words, she’s a caterpillar in her school play. I want you to come home so badly, want you to see all this, to give her the siblings she deserves. I’m just so…frustrated and angry…I—” she finally broke down, letting herself really cry for the first time since Bellamy left. The phone didn’t make a difference, he could never hear her anyway, but yelling out into the universe just felt less intimate.

She loved her country, respected the sacrifice of service, knew what an honor it was to be married to someone so brave, but right now all she could think about was how badly this hurt, how real the possibility was that she would never get to see him again.

***

“Mommy, I know you said there were a lot of sleeps until daddy got home, but how many sleeps is a lot?” Madi asked, reaching out to hold the small frame by her bedside, the picture of her and Bellamy at her daddy-daughter dance.

The weight of the question sat heavily on Clarke’s shoulders, not knowing how to answer the question without lying to her. Madi was so young, so innocent, she didn’t need to carry this burden, not yet.

“Baby…I don’t know. But I do know that he misses you and thinks about you every second of every day.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re the little dipper and daddy is the big dipper, remember?”

“We’re always in the sky together,” Madi finished, holding the frame to her chest.

“That’s right, you’re always together, even when you’re apart,” Clarke assured, climbing into Madi’s little bed with her and holding her close to her chest.

It took Madi longer than usual to fall asleep, her body restless, still holding the small plastic frame even though the sharp edges were digging into her side.

“Hey, it’s Bellamy. Leave a message.”

“It’s been 300 days, almost a whole year since we’ve seen your smile. Wherever you are, I hope you’re looking up at the stars, the same stars that we’re looking at here and you’re thinking about us, because we’re thinking about you. Love you to the stars and back Bellamy,” she whispered into her phone, hanging up the call before the beep this time.

***

“We’re eating pancakes for dinner?” Madi squealed, running a lap around the kitchen, a handful of blueberries stuffed in her mouth.

“We sure are…It’s the Fourth of July,” Clarke grinned, shaking the can of Reddi Whip and spraying it generously on the stack of pancakes, lifting the noddle just a little to squirt a bit of cream on her daughter’s shirt.

Madi yelped, eyes wide in shock as she took in the cream before she scooped it back up and came running at Clarke in full force, smacking the entire handful against the thigh of her jeans.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that kiddo,” she teased, grabbing the can and chasing Madi through the kitchen.

They made a mess, but it was the most fun Clarke had in months. For the first time in a long time, there was a sense of normalcy in their house, the walls full of life and laughter, the empty space just a little fuller.

Today was the Fourth of July, a reminder of the reason why they were fighting, the marking of their freedom.

Clarke clinked her beer with Madi’s can of soda, a rare treat for them both, paired with full bowls of ice cream. The thick, hot summer hair left a sticky film on their skin, completely consuming them while they sat on the back steps, as close together as the heat would allow.

The sky filled with crackling sparks of color: red, white and blue plumes exploding through the inky night air. The grass was cool against her toes and she flexed them, enjoying the soft press of the earth, a visceral kind of joy.

She didn’t call Bellamy that night, just sent her nightly message into the universe, staring up at the stars, lying in a sleeping bag beside her daughter. It had been 400 days and she hadn’t received another call. To say it was disheartening was an understatement, but she couldn’t lose hope, couldn’t let herself believe that Bellamy wasn’t out there, sharing the sky with them.

In truth, this felt like the most authentic way to connect with him, he loved the stars, knew all the constellations. This had been the way they dated, backs on the red dessert dirt, looking for Capricornus, Lyra, the north star.

The fireworks continued throughout the night, it was oddly comforting when a burst would cut through the crickets and the cool wind, a mixture of red, white and blue mixing with the night sky.

***

Clarke flopped onto the couch, Madi had been restless tonight, needing multiple glasses of water, stories, a snack. It felt like she was stalling, like she had desperately wanted to stay awake for some reason.

It had been quite the fight, but sleep had won in the end…at least for now.

She spun her phone between her fingers, crossing her legs underneath her body as she contemplated whether or not to call. One of these days, his voicemail box was going to fill up and then she would really lose this last connection, the only thread that made her hope that they would get to see each other again.

The calls had grown more spaced out, she was alternating between just talking out into the universe and leaving blurbs for him in these messages. She wasn’t sure which one helped more, but they were both a comfort in a way, even though he never talked back, it made her feel like he was beside her.

She pressed each number slowly, clicking the phone to speaker while she sagged back against the cushions, letting her body fully relax.

“Clarke?”

She jumped, almost falling off the couch in her haste to pick up her phone. Was that? It couldn’t be. Maybe she was finally losing her mind.

“Clarke?”

It was Bellamy’s voice. He was alive. Her eyes filled with tears, voice barely a choked whisper when she finally gathered herself enough to answer.

“It’s actually you,” she said, tears running down her cheeks.

“It’s me, I just got debriefed. I was going to surprise you,” he laughed, voice broken, cracked with emotion.

“This is so much better trust me.”

***

He crumpled in her arms in the doorway, both of them falling to the ground with the force of their reunion. This was it, they were not just in the same country, but in the same house, the same room, in each other’s arms.

She kissed him, relishing in the feeling of his lips against hers, of his arms around her back, the woodsy scent of his skin that was distinctly Bellamy.

He had a cut above his eye, still a little raw, a little dirty but he was alive, living, breathing, kissing her.

“I love you so much, thought about you and Madi every single day when I was in that bunker, you two are what kept me going,” he murmured against her lips, fingers digging into her sides like he was trying to bury under her skin, pull her as close as possible.

“I love you,” she replied, barely able to get the words out with the force of her emotions. This was it, Bellamy was here for good. His last tour, their last separation. He had always been a hero, but he was just their hero now.

***

“Baby…” Clarke whispered, rubbing her hand gently down Madi’s back. They hadn’t wanted to wake her last night, needed those hours to make up for lost time, to look up at the same stars and love each other.

“No more sleeps till we see each other again,” Bellamy said, kneeling down in front of his daughter to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She was so big, suddenly no longer a baby. His hearted ached for the days he had spent without her, but the second her eyes flew open, all the pain melted away.

She screamed, face crumpling with tears as she lunged out of bed, wrapping her skinny arms around his neck as tightly as she could, burying her face into his neck.

He sagged into it, cradling her like a baby, his baby.

“I’m dreaming,” she murmured against his skin, voice heavy with tears.

“I’m here little dipper and I’m not going anywhere.”

He held his arm out, gesturing for Clarke to tuck herself against his side. The three of them together again, a family.

#bellarke fic #bellarke fanfiction #Bellarke AU #bellamy x clarke #ao3 author #ao3 fic #I've never written a oneshot before #I'm nervy about this #also obviously couldnt resist the kidfic

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anonfanfic · 5 years ago

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8. “Do not challenge me.” 13. “That’s your choice?” 18. “I did what I had to do.”17. “You’ll know when I’m angry.” All in the same story, like a fight between Clarke and Lexa, Clarke defying Lexa's authority

Clarke could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stood defiantly in front of Lexa. She hadn’t been in Polis long, but she knew that being the newest ambassador in the coalition meant standing up for her people.

Lexa stood from her throne and took a step down. She walked over to stand close enough to Clarke that she could feel Lexa’s breath on her skin.

“Do not challenge me,” Lexa’s lip curled and she pulled back her shoulders to stand taller. “This is not the place to stand against the coalition.” Lexa’s tone held a little less edge as she took a step back and put her hands behind her back.

“Sit down, Ambassador Griffin.” Lexa spoke in Trigedasleng, starting to turn back to her throne.

“No, Heda.” Clarke responded back in the Grounder tongue. “I can’t stand by while you plan to slaughter my people.”

Lexa froze and turned back around, her eyes looking around at the other ambassadors sitting and watching this unfold.

“It was Skaikru who started this war. We will not let this injustice stand.” Lexa clenched her jaw, preparing for Clarke’s reply. Neither woman seemed ready to budge and if this escalated further, Lexa wasn’t sure she could save Clarke from imprisonment for this treachery.

“But, it wasn’t all of Arkadia. Innocent people don’t need to suffer,” Clarke’s voice broke despite her best effort to keep it steady. She reached out to try and touch Lexa’s arm, but stopped herself when she saw the stoney expression on the Commander’s face. “Please…” She finished weakly.

Clarke watched for just a brief flash as Lexa’s expression broke and her eyes softened as she stared in Clarke’s eyes.

“Blood must have Blood, Clarke. You know this.” Lexa seemed to be ready to end the conversation as the murmurs around them started to grow.

“Then let’s make it the right blood. There are many people in Arkadia who want to be in this coalition, under your command.”

Lexa pursed her lips together, her patience fraying at the ends as she let out a sharp breath through her nose before speaking.

“What do you suggest, Ambassador?” Lexa’s entire body was rigid, the softness Clarke had gotten a glimpse of earlier was gone. Her jaw was set and her deep green eyes were locked on Clarke, even as the buzzing of voices around them increased.

“Let me go back and bring you the people who slaughtered the peace army. They will be alive and once they are in the capitol they can face whatever punishment you see fit.” Clarke made a show of bowing low to Lexa. She knew she was far from overstepping her place. All she was thinking about was her mother, Kane, Lincoln, Raven, and the countless others who had nothing to do with the massacure.

Lexa lifted an eyebrow, her forehead furrowed in thought. Clearly, this had not been what she had expected Clarke to offer.

“This is your choice?” Lexa’s voice was even, as she turned once again and walked over to her throne. She turned to look at Clarke, but did not sit down.

Clarke nodded, “This is justice for those who were killed and mercy for those who did not commit a crime.”

Lexa looked around the room at the other people who were now completely silent under the gaze of their Commander.

“What say you ambassadors? I will send a small party of soldiers with the ambassador for Skaikru. We will bring the guilty to Polis to face their crimes. Those in favor?” Lexa lifted a hand and Clarke watched as ten of the other leaders followed suit. Azgeda - the Ice Nation and Delfikru sat silently looking up at Lexa without lifting their arms.

Lexa took the time to stare at each ambassador in turn before speaking again.

“Very well, the majority of the coalition is in agreement and this is what will be done.” Lexa’s voice carried through the large room, somehow seeming to get louder as it echoed off the stone walls.

Lexa turned to Clarke once again. “However, should the ambassador come back with no prisoners or...fail to return.” Lexa swallowed heavily before finishing. “We will storm the gates of Azgeda and spill blood for the hundreds of lives lost to us.”

Clarke looked at Lexa and a clear moment of understanding passed between them. This was all Lexa could do to ensure Clarke’s people would be safe for now. If she failed, Lexa would have no choice but to kill them all.

“Clarke will have one week’s time to bring back those responsible for the deaths of our peace army.” Lexa’s eyes never left Clarke as she spoke. “After her time has run out we will meet again. Either to kill the prisoners or to rally our forces for war.”

Lexa lifted her hand and with a single gesture the meeting was adjourned. The other ambassador’s wasted no time leaving the throne room. It was quite clear to see Lexa’s mood had turned sour and many of those present had seen first hand what she was capable of, if given the opportunity.

The room cleared after only a few moments and Lexa waved away the two remaining guards so she and Clarke could be alone. Clarke’s heart was once again racing, wanting to beat it’s way out of her chest and onto the cold stone floor.

“That cannot happen again, Clarke. Azgeda will look for any weakness in the coalition to break it.”

Lexa walked down and stood in front of Clarke. This time her posture and expression was more relaxed, though her tone still held an edge of warning that Clarke couldn’t ignore. They did care for each other, but Clarke knew what Lexa was capable of and did not want to revisit their past.

“I did what I had to do.” Clarke didn’t know how else to respond. She couldn’t just stand by and watch every single one of the people die for Pike and his small militia.

“I hope you made this choice with your head and not your heart. It’s more than just Arkadia that hangs in the balance. It is everything I have worked for since becoming Heda.”

Clarke took a chance and gave Lexa a weak smile. She reached out and took Lexa’s hand, expecting Lexa to pull back from the intimate touch. Clarke was surprised when Lexa gave her hand a tight squeeze and pulled Clarke closer.

“I didn’t mean to make you angry.” Clarke’s heart was starting to calm down. She didn’t want to think about what tomorrow would hold or how she would bring Pike to Polis. All she wanted to do right now was forget the world with Lexa for the rest of the night.

Lexa used her free hand to wrap around Clarke’s waist and bring their bodies together.

“Don’t worry. You’ll know when I’m angry.” Lexa’s smirk was wicked and lopsided as she pressed her lips against Clarke’s in a passionate kiss. Just like that the world around them started to melt away.

#clexa #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfiction #prompt #clexa prompt #clexa ficlet #clexa canon

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melodious-madrigals · 4 years ago

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london calling (yes, i was there, too)

For Day 1 of Wondertrev Loveweek!

Fandom: Wonder Woman Pairing: Diana/Steve Prompt: London Word Count: 2154 Rating: T (for ~innuendo~ probably) Summary: A view of London, past and present, from Diana's point of view.

Read it here on [AO3] or below the cut.

***

present

London has become a glittering, sprawling city in the years since Diana first arrived at its docks. Some would go so far as to call it the greatest city in the world.

Diana still dislikes it.

She never warmed to London. She loves Lisbon, adores Amman, visits Xi'an every chance she gets, calls Paris home for now. But London remains something of a frustration for her, a necessary evil for business trips from time to time.

There are things she doesn't mind, she supposes.

The red telephone boxes, for one. They're a bit cliché, but iconic. (She remembers when those were first put in.) They're less common now, but every time she passes one, she snaps a photo and texts it to Clark, with the caption thinking of you, because one time in a pinch, he used one to change into his Superman suit but in his haste accidentally broke one of the panes of glass, and she's never going to let him forget it.

Then there's Hampstead Heath. It's a bit outside the bustle of the city proper, sure, but it's a breath of fresh air (literally), and it has lovely views of the city. She's enjoyed her walks there, even fondly recalls a picnic or two on the grassy hill as she gazes at the skyline, stuck in the city between one meeting and the next.

Indeed, the city itself has largely been cleaned up. There are still stately aging buildings and parks, but less of the pervasive grime. Still, there's something about London that she can't quite put her finger on that makes her feel unsettled.

It's totally irrational.

1918

"It's hideous."

"Yeah, it's not for everyone."

Diana hates it here. The air is bleak and grey and thick. It's like the air on Themyscira on the winter solstice, when it's choked by smoke from their celebratory bonfires, only worse, because this isn't fragrant, woody smoke. It's a thick miasma of coal and smog, utterly pungent, with an acrid odor layering it that Diana will soon find out is what the aftermath of bombings smell like.

The streets, too, are filthy, full of trash and grey with coal dust, and she's never seen anything so utterly uncivilized in her whole life.

And it's loud, an ugly cacophony of sounds like she's never encountered: people shouting—a language that she understands, to be sure, but one that is just a little dissonant all the same because it isn't hers —and bells chiming and the creaks and groans of the bridge as it raises, and hissing of the engines in the automobiles.

Truly, she doesn't know why anyone would live here, but it's all right, because soon they'll be headed off to the War. Battlefields are not good, but she is sure they are something that she at least understands.

Her first day in London has been a whirlwind: the clothing shop, the fight in the alley, Parliament and the horribly rude generals, and finally, assembling the team at the pub. She's not ashamed to admit that she's looking forward to a bit of rest before she goes to confront Ares.

After leaving the pub, Steve leads her to a quiet side street, and directs her up three flights of stairs into a cramped set of rooms.

"It's not much, but when I'm in London, it's home."

The apartment is largely impersonal—it's clear that Steve doesn't spend much time here, away on missions more often than not—but it still feels warm. To that end, Steve ushers her into the little kitchen and hands her a cup of tea.

It's pleasantly warm despite being bitter, and she manages to finish it as Steve gets up and starts rearranging the cushions on the sofa.

"What are you doing?"

"Um. Making up the couch?" It sounds like more of a question than her own, honestly.

"Yes, I have eyes," she says impatiently. "Why are you making up the couch?"

"I...don't have an answer you'll approve of."

She huffs. "I do not understand your society in the slightest. Did we not sleep together on the boat, just last night, and all the ones before it?"

"Er. Yeah."

"And tonight is different how?"

"Um," says Steve, clearly looking uncomfortable. "There's a bed?"

Diana levels him with a very unimpressed look. "You sat alone at the kitchen table with me while we drank tea."

"Well, I—huh? What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, what on earth do they teach you about the pleasures of the flesh that makes you think a bed or even a horizontal position is a requirement?"

Steve chokes on air and starts coughing. "Diana—"

"I'm just saying you get very flustered about very peculiar things. The bed, for example, but not the kitchen table, which looks very sturdy, by the way—"

"Okay, okay! You've made your point! I'll sleep with you."

"Finally," she huffs.

"It's—"

"—not polite to assume, yes, you have said, but it is hardly an assumption on your part if I have clearly stated my feelings."

"Right, well, we'll just. Um. Go to bed, then."

Steve, anticipating Diana's lack of concern over modesty, offers her an oversized flannel shirt to sleep in.

"If it will make you feel better," she says, and puts it on over her undergarments.

"Goodnight," she says, once he's extinguished the light.

"Night."

She's not awake long enough to see him fall asleep, falling into a slumber almost as soon as her head hits the pillow.

Diana wakes up to warmth, an intangible yet visceral feeling of safety, and a comfortable weight around her waist. It's clearly morning, weak light dappling the side of the room, the view out the window in front of her proving it's a cloudy day. She shifts slightly and realizes that in the night, Steve has rolled her way and thrown his arm around her.

They're meant to get an early start, but Diana is used to waking up so early for training every morning that it can't possibly be time to get up yet. She's willing to lay in bed just a few moments longer, but her shifting appears to have woken up Steve, who tugs her a little closer and then seems to realize where he is.

He lets go of her like her skin is aflame and jerks backward so hard that he nearly falls off the edge of the bed.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—"

She catches his hand in the middle of a wild gesticulation. "If I thought you were being disrespectful, you would no longer have the arm in question."

"Right. Neat. I'll just, uh, go make some tea."

Sameer and Charlie knock on the door not long after, and then they're out of London, off to the War.

London, upon return, is even worse than London before. Even amidst the celebrations, it seems so much bleaker, so much colder.

Etta, dear lovely Etta, helps with all the arrangements to make it appear as though she existed before last week. Documents, a day job—and a place to stay.

"I've arranged it all so that it's yours. Young ladies, they usually have to stay in boarding rooms, but I think this is what he would've wanted."

Etta makes time to take her to the apartment, under the guise of ensuring that it has everything she needs.

It's a grey day, the kind that doesn't really let much light make its way indoors. The small apartment is dim, and it feels so desolate, so empty.

Diana turns in a circle as Etta rummages through the drawers, making a list of the few things she finds to be lacking. She was just here a few days ago; how can a place feel so intrinsically different?

"Well, luv, it appears to be mostly in order. If you don't mind, I'll come 'round tomorrow with a new spatula and a bit of sugar, and you'll be all set."

"Yes, of course," Diana says distantly, and then Etta's gone, out the door.

An apartment so small and cluttered shouldn't be so capable of feeling empty, but it does.

Diana, who's always run hot, feels vaguely cold.

She tries, she really does. She does her job and goes on missions and tries to make friends, invites people over for dinner or tea, does her best to make London home.

She makes it a whole month before it drives her mad, being in that little apartment. London itself doesn't hold Steve's ghost, but this apartment does.

After a month, she can no longer stand it, even though she's hardly ever there anyways. In a fit of impulsiveness, she turns the keys over the Etta, and moves to Paris, a place she's been several times already, on missions with Sameer, and once, Napi.

She moves frequently, after that, from place to place, city to city, country to country, but doesn't call London home again.

present

So it's irrational, but every time Diana thinks of London, all she can think of are the grey skies and the colorless light in that apartment, like the world was slowly being sapped of color. Each time she thinks of London, she can't help but associate it with sorrow. With each emotion she felt in the aftermath of Steve's death, all of the complicated ways her victory felt like anything but.

No, she never takes to London, even as the years pass and the city changes. She arrives only as absolutely necessary, and leaves as soon as whatever work is done.

Today, for example, she's here for a conference on artifact preservation. She knows the man from the British Museum who's presenting the seminar—and frankly he has no business giving this talk—and as soon as it's over she'll be on the Eurostar back to Paris.

Her next meeting in London is with the director of the British Museum itself. She and a small team from the Louvre are meeting with a team from the British Museum to hammer out a loans agreement for a couple of highly-coveted pieces. It's the most important meeting outside of the Justice League that she'll have all year, and she's the lead negotiator.

The day before she's expected to leave for the week-long trip, Steve shows up, alive again after a century and change.

She already wasn't looking forward to the trip—this just makes it worse. She's in emotional crisis, and has no desire to leave Steve for any period of time, but this is literally the one meeting of the year that she cannot miss. (After all, if there's one attitude regarding museums and artifact "ownership" that she hates more than France's, it's Britain's. She's not going to miss this meeting and let them get away with anything.)

"I could...come with?" asks Steve, uncertainly. They're both still trying to figure things out.

"Would you?"

"It's hardly the worst place I've ever followed you," he says weakly, trying for a joke, and it's met with a wet laugh. "Look, I know London. Knew London, anyways. I could walk around somewhere familiar while you were in meetings and then after…" he trails off.

"And then after, there is no one I would rather spend time with," Diana declares.

"Neat, so—I'm coming."

Diana wastes no time booking the second ticket.

"It's hideous," says Steve when he sees the ultra-modern skyline for the first time.

"Well, London isn't for everyone," replies Diana with a smirk.

"It's just—strange. London was sort of home for so long, and now I don't even recognize it."

"You get used to it, after a while," she says softly, and Steve has the distinct impression that she's not just talking about London.

They've arrived the evening before the meetings are set to start, so they wander around a little before getting dinner and checking into the hotel. (Diana has accumulated properties in plenty of places, but London was never one of them; instead, they're staying downtown, near several excellent take-away spots that Diana was already planning on taking advantage of.)

"How many shades of red would you turn if I offered to take the couch right now?" Steve jokes, surveying the hotel room upon arrival.

"Objectively? Fewer than if you joined me in the bed."

Steve flushes almost as many shades as he had in mind, still a little startled by her bluntness.

"Oh? And now who's assuming?" he says as evenly as he can.

"I don't know what you mean," she says, far too innocently, "I run hot when I sleep."

"Right."

She can't help but laugh at that. She feels so—content, for the first time in so long. It's coloring her view of everything: the business trip suddenly doesn't feel so unmanageable, London doesn't feel so soul-less, even the sterile hotel room feels cheerful.

It's true that Diana never warmed up to London, but it has a fighting chance now.

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Final Note: Please pardon any negative depictions of London; it's not my favorite city but it mostly comes from Diana's emotional relationship with the place.

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