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Keep the Peace - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-One

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Summary: Michelle had to rest after the head trauma she suffered when she and Bellamy tried to rescue Clarke after risking both of their lives. She would be fine but there was something brewing ever since Pike joined the people of the Ark in Camp Jaha. And after an explotion occured at Mount Weather, to whom Bellamy’s loyalty belonged was put in question. 

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (mention of events from episode 3 “Ye Who Enter Here”; episode 4 “Watch the Thrones”), mention of wounds/concussion, dried blood, guns, pike is racist 

The whole trip back to Arkadia had been a pain for Michelle. The swirls of the car on the forest roads made her even sicker and sicker than she already was due to the acute vertigo and migraine from the head trauma. At one point they had to stop the car because she was moaning so much. She had gotten so nauseous that the moment Kane opened the door, and she stuck her head out, she threw up but again, it was only bile and it felt like fire went through her throat. He gave her several sips of water from a canteen as they continued the road and she lay down, resting her head on Kane's leg. Driving in Arkadia, He carefully hoped out the rover and was met by Abby on his way to the infirmary of the camp where he went straight to put his daughter on the nearest bed available. The car ride really took a toll on her, and she was unable to respond to Abby as she examined her but the state in which she was in gave the doctor and Chancellor enough information on how bad the injury might be, though she later determined it was only a mild concussion, which was already enough to make her sick for days. She told Kane to stand aside as Jackson joined to assist her. They slowly sit her up and Jackson placed his hand on both side of her temples to stabilize her head and keep it aligned with her spine and prevent movement while Abby firmly pressed a clean cloth on the wound. It had stopped bleeding by now, meaning it had already started to coagulate, which was good news but it still required to be cleaned and bandaged and so she did. She then covered the wound with a piece of gauze and wrapped her head before resting her on the pillow. Without even flinching, Michelle swallowed the medicine which was put on her tongue and eventually fell asleep, the last image before she closed her eyes was of her father sitting beside the bed, running his hand worriedly over his beard.

The next 48 hours, Abby came in to check on her every hour or so, but Jackson stayed in the infirmary to always have an eye on her, cleaning her head injury about three times a day and changing the bandage. The pain killers she got every now and then helped her not to be in so much pain and really calmed down the migraine. She didn’t have to stay in bed all day but because every time she tried to stand up and take a few steps, she was seized with dizziness which forced her to sit down again so it really narrowed down the options of what she was able to do. Like Abby told her, after a whole week most of the symptoms should have resolved on their own and it did, except for the migraine which came back every now and then especially when triggered by loud noises or vertigo if she moved her head too suddenly but thanks to supplies taken from Mount Weather, she was able to get pain killers when it was too much to bear.

“It’s been a week. How are you feeling today?” Abby came into the infirmary and walked up to her, pulling a chair next to Michelle’s bed. She got up to sit in her bed, placing her pillow behind her back for support. She didn’t have her head bandaged anymore since the wound had scabbed for a few days already.

“Just a headache when I woke up, but Jackson gave me painkillers. Now it’s fine.” The Chancellor turned her head towards her and held a small flashlight to her eyes to check her reaction and sensitivity to bright light. Michelle barely squinted her eyes. She then had her lean her head forward to clean the scab that formed over her head wound. It was mostly healed by now, but she still had to be careful so that it didn’t start bleeding again if she scratched it off. Abby got her to stand up and walk around a bit. No vertigo to report. This was a good sign that things were going the right way. She sat back down on her bed and Kane arrived at the same moment that she started asking about the Summit they were supposed to attend at Polis City with the 12 other clans and the Commander.

“You’re not coming.” He straight up said, his arms crossed.

“Didn’t expect you would let me anyway.”

“I sent Bellamy to Mount Weather, so he’s not coming either. But you, will stay in Arkadia, and you will not leave campgrounds. What you did the other week was stupid and reckless. I had asked you to be careful and you left with him without telling anyone. You both could have been killed.”

“I am sorry, okay?” She apologized, frowning. Now that she was better, his worry was overpowered by his need to scold her and act like the parent he should have been in her life and no matter how much she deserved it, she didn’t like to be addressed like a child. It was her decision to go with Bellamy and it was to look for Clarke, so she wasn’t actually that sorry, though she understood the stupidity of it. That was that kind of interaction that harmed her relationship with her mother, prior to her getting sent to solitary confinement for an entire year. Michelle stood up after taking an antibiotic and painkiller and Abby stopped her before she walked out. She still wasn’t allowed to take part in any activity that required effort and be careful not to touch her injury so it wouldn't bleed again. Even though in the past few days, she had had to stay within the walls of the infirmary for obvious reasons, she felt like she had been grounded ever since her return to Arkadia, a camp she still couldn't call home.

Michelle had taken care of doing what she could, chores here and there to help out among little trips to the infirmary when she got dizzy but knowing on the one hand her dad and Abby in Polis and her friends in Mount Weather were enough to keep her mind busy for the day. In the evening, she wandered around the camp, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. The weather was good, and the mood was calm and relaxing until the sound of an explosion in the distance disrupted everything. Given where the sound came from, it didn't take her more than a couple seconds to realize that it had occurred in Mount Weather, where she knew her, friends were, which immediately worried her. She watched the smoke rise above the treetops with wide eyes. Unable to go to bed, she stood pacing near the station entrance, watching for the camp gate until she saw a car drive in in the middle of the night and she ran to the hangar. Her father, Abby, Bellamy, and the others came out. She tried going up to Bellamy, but he walked past her and left. He seemed out of it.

“Dad, what-- what happened? What was the explosion earlier? Where are the others? Is Bellamy okay? What—" She was so confused and worried she couldn’t stop asking questions. He grabbed her shoulders.

“The Ice Nation blew up Mount Weather. Gina died in the attack.” It was the only piece of information she needed. She rushed to catch up with Bellamy who was walking down a hallway towards his bedroom. It was late and a lot had happened, so she understood he probably needed to be alone right now, but she had to check on him. He didn't even turn when he heard hurried footsteps coming from behind him, until she called his name. Then he stopped and looked at her before avoiding her gaze. She could see the neon light above them reflect the tears that made his eyes glisten.

“Bellamy, I’m sorry.” He knew what she was apologizing for and just looked down. She had never been close friends with Gina, because she was the girlfriend he got after they had gotten close and she pushed him away, but she would never have wished something like this to happen to her. She was a nice person who didn’t deserve to die. For some reason, Michelle drew Bellamy into a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her after a second. Acting tough wasn’t everything, he needed to be comforted too. They spent the night sitting on the floor next to each other in his room, not really talking or saying anything, just keeping each other company so neither of them would be alone. She saw him let his guards down and be vulnerable in front of her. The events at Mount Weather had really taken a toll on him and she had never seen him so bummed about something before, only when Clarke had left them.  After a while, they fell asleep, their heads resting on the bed behind them, their foreheads pressing against each other. This was the kind of intimate moment that they hadn’t shared in forever and Michelle realized how much she had missed it. She was quite unsettled by the resurgence of her feelings for Bellamy, not knowing what to do about it since the death of his girlfriend had just happened and she would hate herself if she tried getting with him just yet. She would deal with all this later, right now she just wanted to be there.

            Shortly after the sun finally rose outside, the rays entered the room and illuminated Michelle's face. She placed her hand over her eyes and rolled onto her back, when she realized that she was lying on the bed. At first without straightening up she raised her head and looked around in confusion and finally sat up seeing Bellamy standing near the table. He looked away, looking preoccupied. She was already over the fact that he woke up first and carried her on the bed, which somehow warmed her heart and wasn’t surprised by the expression on his face as he observed his Ark guard’s jacket hanging from the coat rack on the wall, near the door. He was as silent as last night, and it took her a minute to understand what was going on in his head. Because of what happened, he wanted to resign.

“Whatever happened… it wasn’t your fault, Bellamy.” She finally broke the silence. Hearing his name spoken outloud, he turned his head to her, looking back at her. It was clear that he disagreed with what she said, but it was true, what happened to Gina was beyond his control. She was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

“I could’ve done something. I should’ve stayed.”

“Stayed where? At Mount Weather? But weren’t you there when it blew up?” She tried to ask a couple questions, to get him to tell her what actually happened because all she knew was that Mount Weather blew up and Gina died, but she didn’t know the details. Her questions remained unanswered as he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. Michelle jumped out of bed and followed suit. He wasn’t any more talkative in the corridors. She kept asking him where he was going and suddenly step in front of him to stop him in his tracks, grabbing his arms. Quickly, he finally loosened his tongue and told her the whole story. How a Grounder he was locked up with came back and told them about a trap at the Summit and that he then decided to leave with the others, leaving Gina behind at Mount Weather, where she was murdered before the whole facility exploded. There was a second of silence and she let her hands slide off his arms, nodding. Repeating that he didn’t need to blame himself for this was pointless, as he truly believed it was his fault.

           A man guarded the entrance. Inside, Kane and Abby were in a private meeting, probably assessing their next move regarding what happened. The door eventually opened, and the two young adults found themselves facing Pike who looked at them before leaving. They stepped in the room, watching Abby walk to the opposite side while Kane was leaning on the table, thinking.

“Sir?” Bellamy quietly called out to Kane. The latter straightened up on his stool and glanced at them, joining his hands in front of him. It took him a couple glances to notice his daughter standing next to him. She could tell he was wondering what they were doing together.

“Why aren’t you at your post?” He asked in a low voice, with a sigh. Bellamy put his jacket on the table and pushed it further away. “Don’t do this.”

“Forty-nine of the people I swore to protect died yesterday because I left them.”

“That’s not your fault, Bellamy.” Kane turned to face him. “Place the blame where it belongs. On the Ice Nation.”

“The Ice Nation didn’t tell Gina to stay there.” He paused, taking a shaky breath. “That was me.”

“Given the information you had at the time, you made a reasonable choice.” Kane stood up, placing a hand that was meant to be comforting on his shoulder. From the side, Michelle could see the pain and guilt that made his eyes shine in the faint glow of the light. “You were trying to save lives.”

“But I didn’t.” He looked away with a heavy sigh, his eyes getting watery as he tried to fight tears. He didn’t say anything else, maybe if he knew that if he did, he would have started crying, and instead just turned around and left. Michelle went to grab his arm as he walked past her, but she stopped herself and crossed her arms. She sighed, closing her eyes.

“All that’s certain is that we die. How we die is up to us.” Pike declared, standing before them as they all sat on chairs set in rows in the hangar. On Pike’s left side, Abby and Kane were sat together. They were all gathered here, attending a memorial for the ones that died in the explosition at Mount Weather. Michelle was next to Bellamy in the back row, sat straight back in her chair, fiddling with her fingers, eyes glued to her hands, her loose black hair falling in front of her face. She wasn’t good with feelings like sadness and grief and hated the heavy atmosphere that hung over them. It kept reminding her of the loss of her mother and she wanted to run away from it but there she was, stuck in this room and it would be disrespectful of her to just leave out of the blue. She wanted to be present, out of respect for the victims, but especially to show up for Bellamy, but she didn't feel able to look at the people around her. She didn't want to see the pain in their eyes. The former Earth skills teacher asked who wanted to speak for one of the girls that died in the attack and a man walked up to him after a moment of silence.

“Iris was strong. Good with a knife. She saved my life. I’m just sorry I couldn’t do the same for her.” He gave a sudden jerk with the knife in his hand to pull out the blade and put it down on a small piece of furniture nearby, before returning to his seat.

“We will miss Iris.” Pike resumed. “May we meet again.”

“May we meet again.” Everyone spoke in unison, with Michelle barely letting a whisper leave her lips. She hated that her grief made it all about her mother for her, and anything to do with loss and grief reminded her that she never had the chance to say goodbye to her mother and she never would. Neither would she ever see her again in this life. But it wasn’t what this memorial was about, and she refused to let herself cry over it while being surrounded by all those people. She never even told Bellamy about her feelings on this subject, despite pushing him to talk about what happened to his girlfriend.

“Who will speak for Gina Martin?” Michelle raised her head for the first time in the whole service and looked at Bellamy. He glanced at her and She risked giving him a small comforting smile and although he didn't return it before getting up, she knew he appreciated her support. Their relationship had been on and off those past few months, but they had never stopped being friends. He walked up to Pike, holding the book The Iliad in his hands. This time around, Michelle looked at him as he spoke, and he often met and held her gaze. Maybe he really felt her support, she didn’t know.

“Gina was real. She always saw the light, even here. She deserved better.” He went to put down the book when doors opened, and a bunch of Ark guards entered. Everyone straightened up in their chairs, looking at the soldiers and whispering to each other. Michelle noticed Pike talking to one of them, and she saw Lincoln alone. She followed Pike with her eyes as he walked to Kane and Abby. Seeing his lips moving as he leaned towards them slightly, she frowned. His voice began to rose.

“You gave a Grounder one of our radios?” Everyone in the audience stood up and the whispers became much louder.

“Sir, are we under attack?” Hannah enquired.

“No, we are not under attack.” Kane declared. “Their commander sent a peacekeeping force. To ensure that we can defend against any further attacks from the Ice Nation.”

“Peacekeeping force?” Pike was clearly not having it. “Even you can’t be that naïve, Marcus.”

“Watch your tone. You’re talking to the next Chancellor.” Abby chimed in, before addressing the crowd. “We’re all grieving. This has been hard on all of us. But we can’t let anger drive our policy.”

“Anger is our policy.” Michelle frowned even more at his aggressive response. His hatred for Grounders made him so biased and he really thought he was in the right. He rose his voice louder and talked to the people of the Ark present here. “If they’re here to defend us, as you say, then tell them to go home. We can defend ourselves!”

“Yeah!” Some of them began agreeing with Pike. Michelle looked around and exited the crowd through the left side to go to his father and Abby when a man dressed in the clothes of an Ark guard pointed at Lincoln in the back.

“You. You don’t belong here.”

“He’s one of them.” Said another man.

“My boy is dead!” A dude yelled and a stone was thrown at Lincoln, hitting him in the head with a thud. He groaned at the blow, and it quickly turned to chaos with some people trying to come at the grounder and others pushing them off. Bellamy ran through the mob to keep people from getting close to Lincoln. Kane ordered to arrest them and separated one of the many fights happenings when Pike let out a shrill whistle and things finally went to a halt.

“We do not attack our own!” He pressed each one of his words. “Fighting each other only makes us weak. The enemy is not in this camp. The enemy is out there.”

Michelle hated how everyone started listening to Pike suddenly, just because he was loud and strong with his words. She could tell he was going to cause troubles for all of them, especially those who weren’t pitting themselves up against the Grounders, like herself or her father. She looked at the people in the room and her eyes set on Bellamy and she wondered if that man would manage to get in his head, one way or another. It made her grind her teeth to think of Bellamy siding with Pike but when later that day, she saw the two men having a drink. She was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, having a drink on her own since without Clarke or even Murphy, well if she wasn’t hanging out with Bellamy, she really had no other friends. And Monty was nowhere to be seen anyway so she didn’t bother to look for him much. She couldn’t hear their conversation from where she was, but she watched them from the corner of her eyes. She noticed Monty’s mother at a table next to Pike and Bellamy’s and the woman was discreetly looking at them too, but Michelle wasn’t too sure if the latter wanted Pike to get the young man on their side. She didn’t know her too well, so she had no idea what was going on in her head. But to be safe, she preferred to assume the worst and to think that all the people from the Farm station were with Pike, and against her dad, and by association, against her.

When she saw Bellamy look around and the people from Farm Station that were there all gave him a glance, a glance full of the hatred for Grounders that they witnessed earlier, she understood that her assumption was in fact right. Sometimes being safe is being right and in that case she was. She didn’t like what was brewing. For some reason, and she wasn’t even a Grounder, so she wasn’t the group’s main target, but she started feeling unsafe and quite uncomfortable at that. She wished she could hear what they were saying so she could report it to Kane and Abby, but she at least knew that they were preparing something and trying to get Bellamy in on it with them, so that was already something, but she chose to wait a bit longer and see what more she could learn by just watching them from afar. The second she saw Bellamy give a nod to Pike, she knew whatever game they were all playing, it was over. For the Grounders at the very least, but also for anyone siding with them. She bitterly gulped down a last shot of alcohol and, grabbing her jacket lying on the seat next to her, she walked away as she put it back on. Not knowing where her dather would be as of now, her best guess was either the meeting room that she visited earlier with Bellamy or his own room, but she didn’t even remember where the latter was so she had to hope he and Abby would both be there. She had no idea where else they could be anyway.

After a dozen minutes just wandering around, she ran into Harper, and she grasped the chance. She wasn’t surprised at all to hear Michelle’s thoughts on the situation they had with Pike. It was already late, the sky was dark, and the two girls went to Lincoln and along with Zoe, they stood in the dark of the main gate, and it didn’t take very long for the group of wannabe vigilantes to come to them. When they noticed the four individuals, they stopped, and Bellamy walked up to them with a stern look on his face. He looked at all of them without moving his head, his eyes lingering for a little longer on Michelle. He was frowning.

“You need to step aside, right now.” He warned.

“What are the guns for?” Michelle asked after exchanging a glance with Harper. They knew very well what the guns were for, and Bellamy wasn’t so stupid either.

“There’s an army out there. And we need to hit them before they hit us.” As they spoke, Pike and the others slowly advanced towards them.

“That army was sent to protect us.” Lincoln said.

“Do we have a problem?” Pike asked this in such a way it sounded way more like a threat than a question.

“No.”

“I have always done what is best for us. I need you to trust that I am doing that now.” He glanced at Zoe in the back, and she subtly nodded before stepping away. Michelle frowned, taking a step towards him. Bellamy then looked at Harper and as if she understood his motivation, she nodded and apologized to Lincoln before leaving in turn. There was only Michelle left by his side, and she wasn’t about to walk away as well. She chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek, and she looked at Bellamy, trying to knock some sense into him before it was too late, even though she knew damn well that it was in fact too late. He would stand his grounds and side with Pike still, and he would realize only too late how far he went because he believed in the wrong person. Pike was loud and aggressive but that didn’t make him any less of a snake. Now she knew why she disliked him so much as a teacher on the Ark. He was never a good or a nice man.

“Bellamy.” Her tone of voice was soft. She was trying to do something pointless, but she still tried. And if she wasn’t on Pike’s bad side already, she would be now. “You’re not thinking this through. You can’t let Pike get in your head like this with all his Grounder hatred bullshit, come on. They’re not out there to kill us.”

“I am thinking this through, Michelle.” He came closer to her, and his brows relaxed but not hers. He spoke with determination to convince her this was the right thing to do. “I’m doing this for all of us. We have to hit before they hit us. Trust me on this.”

She looked away for a second. She wanted to believe him but with Pike in the mix, she just couldn’t, and it was tearing her heart apart to have to doubt Bellamy’s intentions but on this one, she couldn’t risk being on the wrong side. And she couldn’t be on the same side as Pike because it would always be the wrong one. She hated that Bellamy let himself be manipulated like this. She still believed there was a way to get him back on the right track, but she just couldn’t support him this time. She shook her head and looked back at him.

“You can’t just go out there to kill 300 people. They’re here to protect us.”

“They’re Grounders.”

“So were your fucking ancestors, Pike.” She spat vehemently, giving him a death stare.

“Watch your tone. You wouldn’t talk to your mother like this.”

“Don’t you talk about my mother.” She angrily rose her voice at Pike, suddenly walking towards him but she was stopped mid-way by Bellamy who grabbed her arms and moved her back in front of him. Pike obviously kept his composure and just looked at them. She hated how vicious he was, mentioning her mother like this, to try and get to her emotionally and he almost did get something out of her, but Bellamy prevented that. If she was alone, she would have bursted out in tears but her voice barely broke when she talked back to him.

“Let us pass.” Bellamy asked her, almost whispering. For a second, she got lost in his eyes, but this was nothing like the intimate and priviledged moments they had once shared. They were surrounded by Pike’s minions. She made a pout, shaking her head again as she pushed his hands away and stepped back next to Lincoln, staring at Bellamy. He seemed disappointed by her reaction, probably hoping she wouldn’t fight him, but he wasn’t Clarke, and the latter was the only one she would blindly follow.

“I can’t.” Bellamy let his arms hang at his sides and they held each other's gaze.

“Lincoln, you wanna prove you’re one of us, let us pass.” Pike spoke to the Grounder.

“I’m not moving.” One of Pike’s men suddenly aimed at him, urging him to get out of the way and Lincoln subtly pushed Michelle behind him as he grabbed the gun and made the man lose his balance, holding his knife up to the latter’s throat, backing away. Being behind him, Michelle was kind of stuck there, having to step back as well. The rest of Pike’s men brandished their guns. Bellamy told them to put the guns down and Pike encouraged them to listen to him.

“So much for the good Grounder.” Monty’s mother noted.

“Quiet, Hannah.” Michelle now stood aside, still not about to leave. “Whose people are you defending here, Lincoln?”

“Lincoln, put down the knife. No one has to get hurt here.” Bellamy added.

“I can’t let you start a war.”

“We’re already at war.”

“Not with the Grounders out there.” Michelle argued.

“They’re all Grounders.”

“This is so stupid… They’re not all Ice Nation. We’re not at war with them.”

“Neither of you can stop this.” She stared back at Bellamy, letting out a quiet but heavy sigh. Shaking her head in disbelief, not taking her eyes off him, she mouthed his name but not a sound came out of her lips, and she hated that she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t sorry for any of this. He truly thought he was doing the right thing here. The PA system in the camp went off and screeched for a second before a voice came on.

“All unstationed security personnel report at the main gate.” He repeated the message a couple of times as a buzzing sound sounded in the background. Octavia appeared in their sight and ran towards Lincoln.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bellamy closed his eyes and looked at his sister. A second later a bunch of Arkadia guards arrived with their guns. Michelle saw her father walking in their direction among the soldiers. She could’ve searched for him longer but when earlier she came across Harper, she didn’t waste any more time. They had gone straight to Lincoln. As Kane came closer, Pike asked his people to put their guns on the ground.

“Lincoln, it’s all right. Let him go.” At Kane’s words, he released the man who threatened him. The future chancellor and his daughter exchanged a quiet glance.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Abby enquired.

“What you didn’t have the guts to do.”

“Did you arm these people?” Kane headed towards Bellamy. He didn’t even answer but his silence alone was enough for him to understand.

“Guards take them to lock up now.” They were quickly all arrested as she told everyone else to go back to their quarters. It was late and there was nothing else to see here. “It’s over.”

“Nothing is over.” Pike exclaimed. “We are surrounded by warriors who want us dead.

“That’s enough!” Kane spoke up.

“No, it isn’t. Not even close. Why don’t you show us all what you let the Grounders do to you yesterday? Come on, Kane. I think that the people who are about to vote for you have a right to know.” Michelle frowned, having no idea what he was talking about. She got closer to Abby and her dad. He looked around him as people asked him to show them whatever it was. He lifted his sleeve and showed the crowd a red mark on his arm.

“It’s the mark of the Commander’s coalition. It means we are the 13th clan. It means we are in this fight together.”

“No. It’s what farmers used to do to their livestock.”

“Right before the slaughterhouse.” Hannah shouted, trying to entice the crowd into siding with them. And people started to be for Pike going as far as to tell him to be on the ballot for tomorrow’s election. Michelle turned around when she heard Bellamy chanting Pike’s name, followed by every single one of those who had been arrested, and a lot of people in the crowd. This felt like a nightmare. She stepped next to her father, and he put a hand on her shoulder out of habit. He, Abby, and Michelle looked at each other, worried and dumbfounded by the situation.

“I tried to talk him out of it.” She said quietly, looking at them walk away.

“You did what you could.” He gently squeezed her shoulder, unable to take his eyes off the people still chanting Pike’s name like a bunch of brainwashed people. Things were only about to get worse now that Pike convinced others to be with him. There was a risk he could be elected the next day and with him at the head of the whole group, it would be war against any Grounder in sight.

The next day, with barely a few hours of sleep as she was unable to get any rest, Michelle attended the election held outside in the camp and and Pike quickly received a majority of the votes. They couldn’t believe it. Once it was over, her father and two guards headed towards the prison wing of the ring. She followed them and hid behind the walls to let them pass without being seen and, to keep a certain distance. She followed them until they got to the portion of the corridor that went straight to the cell door. She stopped behind a corner and even though she wished she could be closer, it should be enough for her to hear them talk. If she tried to approach, it wouldn’t be the guards or Kane who would notice her, it would be the prisoners and she would be spotted by everyone anyway because if Pike saw her lurking around the corner, he would never keep his mouth shut. He knew she was out of reach for his manipulation tricks. She would never talk with him. He was only going there to tell Pike of his win at the election, but she still wasn’t supposed to be following him when he had asked her not to, though he knew she wasn’t always listening to him. She went ahead with following him because she was fully aware he wouldn’t get mad at her for something like this. He had other things to be uspet about anyway.

Kane pressed on the panel next to the door, unlocking the door before walking in. Everyone inside stood up. He walked up to Pike.

“Congratulations, Mr. Chancellor.”

“Where’s Abby?”

“Wishes she could be here.” He handed him the Chancellor pin. “The vote wasn’t close. Our people are now your responsibility, Charles. I hope you take that seriously.”

“Thank you, Marcus. I certainly intend to. For my first official action as Chancellor, I pardon myself and the others. For my second official action, I reject the brand that made us the 13th clan. For my third, let’s finish what we started.” Michelle felt a knot in her stomach just hearing this and she rested her head against the corner with a sigh, not caring if she was seen anymore. She crossed her arms and watched the people walk out of the cell, keeping her eyes on her father as he stopped Bellamy before he left. He spoke to him in a whisper so she couldn’t hear but the expression on Bellamy’s face as he walked past him. He noticed Michelle standing there and gave her a brief look but there was nothing there, no compassion, nothing. It was just the dark brown of his eyes looking at her like they were enemies.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (12/29/2023) by Andrea

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𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 | 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 | 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾… 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 100, 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍..

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You had always been a little snarky to everyone. To Clarke, to Bellamy, to Abby and Kane. Everyone. But no one seemed to mind it, a lot of people found your comments and your attitude amusing. No one had time to worry about your comments since your friends were missing and presumed to be kidnapped by the grounders. But Bellamy always had time. He'd always yell at you saying 'shut up' or if he's a little more annoyed it'd be 'shut the fuck up now.' and you'd always keep going because what would he do? nothing.

You and Bellamy strongly disliked each other. You didn't like the fact he was always so worried about your comments, and he didn't like your attitude or snarky comments, which caused a lot of tension between the two of you.

You two were always caught arguing and everyone attempted to help you two move past the hate for one another but it just couldn't happen, the tension and frustration between you two were just too strong.

You leave your room and start walking towards Raven and Wick's workplace. You walk in greeting both of them and plan to stay the rest of the day there.

"Hello to my favorite mechanic!" You say obnoxiously while making kissy faces in Raven's face.

She lets out a small chuckle and gives you a playful disgusted look. You smile at her and make your way over to Wick and give him a half-five while looking at the new device he was working on.

"Whatcha workin' on Wick?" You way with a smirk knowing Raven was gonna tease him for it or call him dumb. They've had a lot of tension between them, you can tell anytime you walk into the room. Silence, heaviness. That's the only way to describe it, kind of like you and Bellamy after having a small argument.

Wick simply holds it up like you were supposed to know what it was. "What the hell is it? You're holding it up as if I asked if it was a book or something.." You say with a hint of attitude and Wick just rolls his eyes while Raven chuckles.

Raven holds up a walkie-talkie and asks Wick if something is on. you had no idea what they were referring to and just thought it was a nerdy engineer thing.

Raven then turns to you and explains to you the plan to go find Finn and Murphy who were out looking for Clarke, who somehow escaped Mount Weather, and that was where our friends were located. You nod in agreement to the plan and join them.

You and Raven say your goodbyes to Wick and you help Raven get her crutches and hand her the bag of extra ammo that she planned on giving us and start making your way to the secluded part of camp Jaha. It took you two a little while because of Raven's leg and how the crutches slowed her down, but you two made it.

You see Bellamy and Raven set down the bag with the ammo on the boulder and say to Bellamy 'Scored you a couple clips'. Clarke then walks up and says "Hey. Mom's in surgery, and the team going after Kane just left. We should too."

Bellamy then asks us if we found Octavia who's summoned upon hearing her name, she walks up and says, "No. I found you."

She then proceeds to say, "I'm not letting you leave here without me." You all blankly stare at her then Clarke tries to speak up, "Octavia-"

Octavia then cuts Clarke off and does a little rant, "Finn and Murphy are headed for Lincoln's village. I've been there. Have you?" She points to Bellamy and then says "Has she?" She then points to Clarke, Bellamy is just looking down letting her talk, and then he finally picks his head up and says "You done?"

Octavia looks at her brother and does a small shrug, Clarke hands Octavia's pack to you and you throw it at her softly.

She looks at you with curiosity and asks "Whats this?" and Bellamy responds for you with, "Your pack." He then smirks and says "Lead the way."

Octavia attempts to walk towards the barbed wire and Raven holds out her crutch and you say "Woah there Pocahontas, you might get electrocuted." Bellamy rolls his eyes at your remark and Octavia just looks confused.

Raven touches the barbed wire with her crutch and a group of sparks ignite upon the spot Raven touched, we all jump back in surprise. Clarke whispers anxiously to Raven and says "I thought you sa

id it was handled." Raven responds "It is." Then she raises her walkie-talkie and says "Shut her down Wick." After a few radio beeps, Raven touches the fence again and this time sparks don't ignite.

Raven smirks at Clarke and nods "Handled." You all nod. Octavia throws her pack through the fence and crouches through, then Clarke follows, then Bellamy, and finally you. But before you follow, you turn to Raven and smirk at her "While I'm gone, I suggest you han-" You get cut off by Bellamy saying "Hurry up, we don't have all fucking day." You stick your middle finger up at him and continue your statement to Raven, "Back to what I was saying, I suggest you handle that 'frustration' with Wick or try to work it out before I get back." You send her a wink then crouches through the fence.

Raven then yells with a smirk "I suggest the same to you with you know who!" You look at her with slight confusion then it dawns on you. Bellamy. Your face quickly turns sour and you turn towards the rest of the group who was wearing a look of confusion.

You start walking with the Octavia while Clarke and Bellamy are a little behind. She looks at you and says, "I know Raven was talking about my brother." You simply roll your eyes and say "I have no idea what she's talking about." Octavia smirks and says "It's very obvious there's tension between you two, always going back and forth over the smallest things." You shake your head and stay silent. Octavia just shakes her head with a laugh and you all continue your journey finding Finn and Murphy quiet. It turns into night time and you guys decide to camp in an area with many twigs and logs to create a fire.

Octavia and Clarke are asleep and it is only you and Bellamy awake. He stares at Octavia, then his gaze shifts to Clarke's sleeping figure, and then his gaze lands on you, he rolls his eyes feeling annoyed with your presence.

You look at him and how beat up he was with all the bruises and cuts on his face after the battle with the grounders. You couldn't help but feel a little upset that someone did that to him. But why did you care? You two hate each other right?

You scoff at his reaction to just your presence completely forgetting the feeling you just felt regarding his bruises, he glares at you and says "What?" You just shake your head and say "You hate me that much? My presence bothers you?"

He shakes his head and sighs then softly mutters "I don't hate you." His voice and his comment was a complete contrast to how he'd always treat you.

You look at him with wide eyes, completely caught off guard with his answer. "Then why are you always so rude?"

He claps back quickly and says "Why do you always have something snarky to say?"

You roll your eyes and say "Why do you always have to respond? You can be normal and ignore them like everyone fucking else!"

This seems to ignite anger in him and he says "Because someone always needs to put a bitch in their place."

You get upset and mutter a quick "Fuck you asshole! this is why we never get along!"

He says "We never get along because of you!" You roll your eyes and say, "Listen I don't wanna argue okay? I was asking you something I'd always been curious about."

He looks at you with a look you could partly explain, it had some guilt, some softness to it and he just nods at you then does completely unexpected and out of character, he rubs your arm and mutters 'Goodnight'.

You are shocked, but quickly hide it by turning your back to him and nodding, then lays down.

Clarke then stirs awake and they have a conversation you can barely comprehend because you are slowly drifting off to sleep until you feel someone putting their jacket on you. And it had the musky scent of Bellamy.

An hour later you're shaken awake by Octavia telling you that the group was getting ready to keep walking and look for Finn and Murphy. Octavia then says "Is that my brother's jacket?" You look confused at first then remember he gave it to you last night.

You quickly walk away from Octavia and hands Bellamy his jacket back without saying a word, you then walk back to Octavia and continue on your journey.

You guys had been walking for a couple of hours and finally spotted a village. You all hear gunfire and Bellamy grips his gun and starts running towards the village. You stand there a little shocked but then start following after the group.

You felt out of breath once the three suddenly stopped. You walk up closer to see what caused the sudden halt.

You regret even coming to find Finn and Murphy, you slowly approach the village full of blood and dead bodies of the grounders who once resided there. You felt like puking, you felt repugnant as your eyes searched for the corporate of this bloody scene. And your eyes find Finn, holding a gun with blood.

He looks at us in shock, meanwhile, the grounders who hadn't been killed started weeping for their loved ones who weren't as fortunate as them. Your hand is suddenly taken in by another and squeezed. You look up to see it was Bellamys hand. Tears started coming out of your eyes once you heard the grounders weeping and screaming. It tore something out of you.

Clarke hops down and starts slowly making her way to Finn while looking around at the mess he caused. You and Bellamy start following her and move at her pace.

Finn just looks at us with a shocked look not even caring about what he's done. He walks towards Clarke and she backs up one step every time he takes one step. You and Bellamy look at each other and then down at your hands that are still connected, you two quickly detach and move away from one another.

Finn finally whispers after a pregnant silence, "I found you" He says while staring at Clarke, Clarke just shakes her head in shock.

It had been two days since that happened and you hadn't been yourself, seeing those deceased grounders took a toll on you.

You walk to the mess hall where Bellamy and Clarke are gathered to talk about Mount Weather and getting in. You simply sit and look blankly at the map, not saying a word to the pair.

Your attention is finally gathered once you see they both were looking behind Bellamy at something, you then look and see they were looking at Finn who was staring back at us. You quickly turn your head in disgust.

Bellamy says "Guess the inquisition is over." He turns back to Clarke and says "How's Finn doing anyway?"

Clarke looks down and says "I haven't talked to him since we got back." You roll your eyes and say "Who the hell would want to talk to that monster after what he did?"

Clarke nods at your statement then shakes her head, "I don't know what to say" Her voice is heavy with sorrow.

Bellamy attempts to defend Finn and says "We're at war Clarke. We've all done things."

You shake your head at his statement and say "But we haven't done things like that. Not even you." Finn starts to walk up "Here comes the monster.."

Bellamy glares at you and mouthes 'Cut it out' Finn mutters to all of us 'Hey' and Bellamy is the only one to verbally respond. You respond by getting up and walking toward the bar.

Bellamy stands up and follows after feeling the tension between the couple. He comes up next to you in the bar and just looks at you.

You glare at him and say "What the fuck are you looking at?" He scoffs and says "What the fuck is your problem? I hadn't even said anything yet!"

You shake your head and roll your eyes at him. He scoffs and whispers heatedly to keep the conversation between the two of you, "I don't know what the fuck is your problem, but I'm fucking tired of it. The snarky remarks, the rudeness. You are such a bitch."

You glare at his nasty words and slap him. You really slap him. He looks at you with wide eyes while he holds his cheek.

"You are such a bitch! I don't fucking get it!" He says even angrier than he was. You both are silent and glaring at each other, he then thinks for a moment, then grabs you and starts dragging you somewhere.

You try to get out of his grip but his grip is too tight. "Get the fuck off of me Bellamy!" You yell while some people look at you two like you both are crazy.

You see Bellamy's room and he quickly unlocks the door then throws you in the room and promptly turns and locks the door.

He moves quickly to the other side of the room and grabs you again. You yell at him, questioning what the hell you were doing there but your yells fell on deaf ears.

Bellamy pulls you closer to him, so close to the point he didn't have to move to whisper in your ear, "You wanna act like a bitch hm? I guess that means I can treat you like one…"

He turns you over and backs you up against the wall. Words couldn't describe how you were feeling. Horny? Like your skin was being ignited? You didn't have thoughts, you knew you wanted to fuck him. But then it suddenly dawns on you, that the reason you felt so frustrated with him and always argued with him wasn't because of hate. It was because of lust.

You are staring at the wall eyes blown with complete lust. Bellamy turns you around and smirks at your expression. "Now you finally don't have anything to say hm?" You stare at him at a loss for words. He chuckles then starts kissing you roughly but full of passion. You two fight for dominance, tongues swirling together and tasting each other.

He smirks as he finally dominates the kiss, he pulls away and moves onto making love bites on your neck; licking, sucking, and biting. All you could do was throw your head back and let out little whines.

Bellamy slowly massages your breasts and plays with them, agonizingly slow. He completely switches it up and drags you to the bed.

He rips off your shirt and unclamps your bra with one hand while leaving more love bites. He then stops and looks at the sight of you, messy hair, puffy face, pretty tits. He looks at you in awe then he says "You are so fucking beautiful for being a whore.." You smirk at him and say breathlessly "Like what you see Bellamy?" He looks high off of lust, he responds "Of fucking course I do slut." He starts devouring your breasts, sucking, licking, biting. And you were enjoying every single bit. Moaning and whimpering when he bit your nipples.

"Fuck Bellamy. Please just touch me." You say whining at the lack of attention your clit was getting. You desperately tried grinding on his leg or the bed. Something. He slaps your ass hard for attempting to grind on something.

"See now.. sluts don't get to cum. You are gonna please me. Do you understand" He says as he grips your hair roughly to look him in the face. You stay silent, feeling disappointed. He slaps you and says "I know you fucking hear me. Now do you understand?" You nod feeling your right cheek turn red.

He smirks at your obedience and starts taking his pants off and sits on the edge of the mattress he had. He spreads his legs slightly and orders you to sit in between his legs as if you were a dog. You were really in for it now.

He was left only in his boxers, he stared down at you and then he says, "Take them off and suck." He says pointing to his man area.

You quickly obey feeling your panties start to dampen at his commands. You pull his boxers down and free his member, he lets out a subtle groan since you finally freed his hardness.

You scoot closer and look up at him, making eye contact while you start slowly licking his tip tasting his precum. You then spit on his tip and start jerking his member and letting the spit and precum mix and it goes down to his shaft. Bellamy throws his head back in pleasure and groans.

He then grabs you by your hair and says "Open your fucking mouth." You quickly obey and open your mouth, and he quickly fills it with his penis. He starts bobbing your head up and down slowly at first, he then starts groaning at the pleasure, then increases the pace. Now you're completely deepthroating his dick while he's just enjoying the pleasure and enjoying how you make him feel.

You take his dick out of your mouth and catch your breath for a few seconds, you then continue the assault and start to circle his tip with your tongue again while making eye contact. He looks down at you and pushes your head down once again, but this time he says "I'm close baby.." He throws his head back and starts thrusting into your throat. A few thrusts later you feel a hot creamy substance go down your throat. Bellamy groans loudly as he cums and rambles 'What a good girl', 'Fuck.. you did so well.' You smirk at his praise and he reaches down and grabs your jaw and says "Swallow." And you swallow the rest of the cum that had not reached your throat.

He looks at you in satisfaction and you sit there on your knees waiting for him to reward you with the same pleasure you rewarded him. But there hadn't been any reward. No nothing. Bellamy rises and pulls his boxers and his pants back up and says, "I know you're waiting to be touched…" He chuckles and bends down and looks you in your face, "But you aren't getting that satisfaction." You look at him angrily, feeling upset that you aren't receiving that same satisfaction. You thought he'd change his mind, but you thought wrong.

"You are the biggest asshole, Bellamy!" You whine, and he just smirks and taps your chin. "Get dressed." You follow his command and collect your disregarded bra and ripped-up shirt.

Bellamy throws you one of his shirts, remembering he had ripped the one you originally came with.

You start to walk out but he pulls you towards him and says "I hope you learned your lesson, gorgeous girl." You look up at him with a newly found feeling that was foreign when it came to Bellamy, despite not getting touched you felt content. "I might need another sometime soon.." You say with a smirk and Bellamy laughs and says "Maybe I'll give you one sometime soon.." He leans down and kisses you slowly and passionately.

You break the kiss say your goodbyes and walk off to your room. You open the door and gets welcomed by Raven sitting on the bed fiddling with your books, she looks up at you and smirks.

"Look who's finally back.." She looks at your appearance and says "Had a rough day huh?" She looks you up and down. You quickly walk to the mirror and see all the marks Bellamy left and your disheveled appearance.

"I see you took your advice. I can only assume it was with Bellamy." Raven laughs.

"Shut it, Raven! I-i have no idea how it even happened.." You say while reminiscing the events that happened only moments ago.

"You're also wearing his shirt. How good was it." You gasp at the end part and slap Raven's arm with wide eyes. Raven just laughs at you and you can't help but also start to laugh.

You start to think about Bellamy again and how you really wouldn't mind if something like what just happened with you two happened again.

𝘞𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 💓

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐яєqυєѕт!

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[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Accidentally tripped my way back into my t100 obsession, and am once again begging everyone to remember that Clarke didn’t just mean irradiating Mount Weather when she said “what I did to get them here”. Of course she means that part, but she also means killing Finn, letting the bomb drop on TonDC without warning anyone besides Lexa, even leaving the 47 behind when she was forced to escape in order to get the rest of the Delinquents a real rescue, lying to Bellamy about Octavia being in TonDC, telling Bellamy to. his. face. that it’s worth risking his life to take down the Mountain with the Grounders, and any number of other specific wrongs Clarke would 100% feel she had done. Bellamy’s “what we did” is unbearably kind, and does not even pale as an example of their partnership and love for each other, but he is only thinking of one part of Clarke’s enormous guilt to bear. As is his right. He did just help her commit genocide, he’s not going to be on top of his game (understanding Clarke), nor is he going to necessarily see many of these burdens the same way Clarke, in her special brand of self-deprecation, would.

It does feel as though we as a fandom focus on the same thing as Bellamy. Fair. Genocide of the entire Mountain is certainly going to be more devastating in the way of guilt than lying to Bellamy about Octavia’s safety, or even killing the boy she loves/loved. But Clarke spends much of season 2 either battling for a voice at Camp Jaha, forcing Lexa to take the alliance seriously, or trying to find any way to reach the 47 and get them all out safely, and she has Bellamy and any number of allies and friends alongside her for much of the journey, but the choices she makes for the 47 are largely still hers alone, especially once Bellamy goes into the Mountain. She has many reasons to feel guilty, and not all of them are choices she and Bellamy made together, so his support, while meaningful, doesn’t actually encompass all that is haunting Clarke.

[moonylantsovs]

Heyyy can u plz write a season one Bellamy blake x reader griffin/Kane SMUT where they are enemies and leaders of the 100 but don't see eye to eye on anything but have too much sexual tension and attraction towards each other and decide to give into their desire for one night cause they think if they screw each other they get their attraction out of their system?

Invisible String [B.B]

summary: hating him was easier than loving him. especially when clarke went through so much trouble to keep them away from each other. but for some reason, her attraction to him was much larger than her dignity

pairings: bellamy blake x caroline griffin (oc) a/n: the oc has no description, so feel free to imagine whoever you wish, I just write better when the main character has a name

tags: (18+) wells jaha lives, cursing, the nickname "princess" cause it's kind of cringey but fits their dynamic, SMUT; hate sex, (kinda) dom!bellamy, dirty talk, hate sex, hair pulling

Hating Bellamy Blake was almost too easy.

He was too cocky for his own good and was even worse at listening to orders than Caroline. He had been tormenting her, her sister and Wells since they landed.

But a long time has passed since their first days on Earth. The camp was functioning well and Caroline and Clarke found a way to work with Bellamy. After a kid died and Murphy was banished after being accused of killing some privileged kid, they formed a truce. Bellamy was the one leading the hunting trips and watching over the delinquents who were building the wall, Clarke was in charge of keeping the peace with the Grounders (the liberty of her having a thing with their Commander) and Caroline decided who got which job and worked with Raven to make radios and get in contact with The Ark.

She was not that thrilled about her mother coming down because, before she got arrested, she was not exactly mother of the year. Still, she felt guilty about the innocent people who were dying up there while there was a safe planet waiting for them.

Caroline let out a sigh and stood up, instantly drawing Raven’s attention to herself. She wiped her sweat off of her face with a rag and placed it down on the table, before saying, “I think that I’m done for today. I have to discuss some stuff with Bellamy.”

Raven snorted and raised an amused eyebrow, her tone taunting. “Oh, I bet. So much for staying away from him.”

The Griffin rolled her eyes at the reminder of her sister’s warning and wordlessly walked out of their work tent. Bellamy was very blunt with his flirting when they weren’t spitting insults at each other and when he wasn’t sleeping with half of the camp. Caroline was slightly annoyed and brushed it off quickly, but Clarke was down-right pissed. Her protective older sister was on and she was quick to tell Caroline how bad of an idea getting involved with Bellamy was. Her lecture was at least five minutes long but Caroline did not listen to a word that she said. She was not stupid. She knew that even flirting with Bellamy was a bad idea, but she was not planning on it. She liked to believe that she had standards.

“Hey, Princess.” Bellamy greeted her when she entered his tent without knocking. “You’re early.”

“No, you just slept in.” Caroline deadpanned while scanning his bare chest with a blank look on her face while he sat on the edge of his makeshift bed. “Some of us have been up and working for hours.”

Okay, yes, Bellamy was an asshole. But he was a hot asshole. If you asked her, she would say that the fact that he was annoying only made him more attractive. But that might just be her daddy issues talking.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Shit, is it really late?”

“Yeah, it’s almost lunch.” She shrugged and walked across his tent to grab one of his shirts. She absentmindedly threw it on him, silently telling him to get dressed. “I told Wells to let you sleep. You were keeping guard pretty late last night.”

She told herself that it was because he needed his eight hours of sleep if he was going to function properly. He was even more grumpy when he slept for only two hours.

Bellamy’s lips tugged into a grin and then fell open as he let out a dramatic gasp. “Was that you being nice?” She rolled her eyes and he was quick to add, “I’m sorry, I only ever saw you being nice to Clarke and Wells. Is it snowing outside?”

“Shut up.” Caroline muttered, her eyes involuntarily flickering toward his hands. “Just get dressed. We have work to do.”

He grabbed the blue shirt that she gave him but made no move to put it on. He simply raised a knowing eyebrow. “Are you sure that you want me to do that? You don’t want to keep checking me out?”

Caroline felt heat rushing to her face. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out and she was desperately trying to find something to say. A couple of seconds later, she simply blurted out, “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that good looking.”

His smirk only grew. “Oh, so I’m not that good looking?” He stepped closer and she wished that the ground would swallow her whole. “I knew you liked me, Princess.”

“You wish,” She shot back, but made no move to step away from him. His scent was intoxicating and she could not look away from his face. His dark eyes were flickering between her eyes and her lips and she swore that they only got darker when her breath hitched.

Bellamy lifted his hand to brush some of her hair away from the face and he licked his lips, an action that only made her stare at his lips longer. He pushed his face closer to her own and just as he was about to lock their lips together, Wells’ voice rang through the air.

“Bellamy, did you take my─” He cut himself off when he looked up from the ground to see his best friend standing inappropriately close to the guy that she hated for months. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he silently looked back and forth between the two of them for a couple of moments. He swallowed and awkwardly croaked out, “I’ll come back later. Or never. Probably never.”

Caroline watched the place he was standing at a couple of seconds ago in shock. She quickly stepped away from Bellamy and cleared her throat. “Get dressed and meet me in the map tent.”

Bellamy watched her leave the tent in a rush and chuckled to himself the second she left.

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Caroline wished that they could simply work in silence, each on their own side of the tent. After what happened earlier that morning, the last thing that she needed was to spent the next couple of hours before lunch with Bellamy. Especially because he seemed completely unfazed. If anything, his amusement only grew every time he would catch her staring at him which would lead to her having to look away or narrow her eyes into a glare to seem annoyed rather than flustered.

He saw right through her. That might be the reason why she hated him so much. She had always tried to keep her walls up as high as possible because she was afraid of letting people in. But Bellamy could read her like an open book.

“We should move Jasper from the gate and get Miller there.” Caroline suggested as she leaned over the map of their camp. “I love him to death but he runs at the first sight of danger. There is no one better than Miller. I trust him to stay there more than anyone.”

Bellamy surprised her by shaking his head. Her eyebrows furrowed. Was Miller not his best friend? “Guarding the gate is a big responsibility, yes, but it’s also dangerous. The guards there are usually the first to go. We have to put someone disposable there.”

Caroline let out a humorless laugh and looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? No one in this camp is disposable. We put the most competent person there, no matter how much either one of us cares about him.”

The Blake shrugged. “I don’t know if losing him is worth it.”

“And losing someone else is?” She retorted and stepped away from the table and scoffed. “I cannot believe you. You talk shit about The Ark, Jaha and the privileged for sending us here and labeling us as disposable but you are not any different. For some reason, those kids out there trust you but you are willing to sacrifice any of them if it means saving your ass and the two people you care about.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger the second that she compared him to the monsters that killed his mother and locked up his sister. He stepped closer to her and glared down at her. “Stop pretending that you know me, Princess. You can’t psychoanalyze everyone in your life just because of one decision they make.”

Caroline glared back at him, not intimidated. “And you can judge people based on who their parents are? That’s ironic. I would not be surprised if you were planning to tell me that I should guard the gate since you clearly hate me so much. Putting me there is the easiest way to get rid of me, right?”

“Maybe I do hate you?” His words made her falter in surprise. “How can I not? You always have something to say about every decision I make. You take every opportunity to argue with me. Whenever I think that we are starting to see eye to eye, you do another thing to drive me crazy. And I hate myself for it a lot more than I hate you because despite you being everything that I’m against I still…” Bellamy did not finish his sentence and simply stared at the clueless look on her face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he muttered, “Fuck it.”

Caroline stumbled back in surprise which led to her sitting on the desk. Before she got the chance to kiss him back, he pulled away. His breath fanned across her lips and he stared at her, trying to find any hint of disgust or hesitance. He did not find any. But this time, she was the one that kissed him. She gripped his shirt to keep him closer while one of his hands tangled in her hair. Her breath hitched when he used his grip on her cair to pull her head down in order to reveal her neck. He did not think twice before he messily started placing open-mouthed kisses over her exposed collar bone.

She moaned and spread her legs so he could comfortably stand between them. His other hand found her waist and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on his curls lightly to spur him on. He pushed down her shirt to reveal her bra so he could keep sucking hickies down to her breats. The hand on her waist squeezed it and he paused, squeezing his eyes shut to get it together.

“Did you─ did you ever have sex?” Bellamy asked,his dark eyes practically piercing through her soul.

Caroline’s eyes almost softened at the genuine worry in his voice. He was grounded enough to ask the eighteen year old, who spent the last six years of her life locked up, if she was a virgin or not. Luckily, after Clarke broke Wells’ heart, she was more than fine with being his rebound to keep her mind off of other things.

She rapidly nodded, tugging at his shirt so he could get back to what he was doing before.

“Words, Caroline,”

Caroline. Not Princess or Baby Griffin. Just Caroline.

“Yes.” She breathed out. “I had sex before. Now stop being so uncharacteristically considerate and kiss me.”

Bellamy did not need to be told twice. He leaned back down to kiss her and her hands quickly found their way around his neck to pull him closer to her despite them already being chest-to-chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and easily won the short battle for dominance.

Caroline placed her hands on his chest to push him away. He gave her a confused look which disappeared when she pulled her shirt over her head. He smirked and then copied her actions, exposing his chest. This time, she shamelessly checked him out.

Bellamy was pleasantly surprised when she reached down to pull his pants down along with his underwear. Her hand wrapped around his dick and started to slowly move her hand up and down, almost as if she was teasing him. He let out a low groan and leaned his hands on either side of her. He rested his forehead against hers and kept his eyes on her as she jerked him off.

“Fuck, Princess.” He cursed, his breath hitching. He was ashamed of how close he was just from her jerking him off.

He pulled her hand away and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he pulled her off of the desk in order to pull her hands down. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to place her back on the table and she gasped in surprise when his fingers slipped between her legs. His fingers teased her opening until she was whining into his mouth.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckled and dipped one of his fingers inside of her. “Patience.”

She did not argue and simply leaned back, letting him pump his fingers in and out of her while he rubbed her clit. She moaned his name lowly, aware that if they were too loud, the others outside could hear them. Bellamy almost moaned at the sight of the girl squirming and trying her hardest to stay quiet on the table. The girl who never kept her mouth shut and was a force to be reckoned with was completely at his mercy.

Before Caroline could finish, he pulled his hand away. She panted and gave him a weak glare. “You’re a dick,”

“I didn’t hear you arguing when you were moaning my name.” He shot back and cupped her ass to bring their bodies closer together. He wrapped one of his hands around his dick and slid inside of her. He let out a deep groan and she let out a high pitchen moan due to his lack of patience. Bellamy placed one of his hands over her mouth and whispered, “Be quiet for me, Princess. You don’t want the rest of the camp to hear how much you hate me, do you?”

She shook her head and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he pulled out and roughly pushed back inside her. He was no better than her. He was cursing and groaning as she rolled her hips back into his own.

They spent a couple of minutes like that, soaking in pleasure and the thrill that they got from the fact that anyone could walk into the tent at any minute. “I’m close.” He muttered and used the hand that was not covering her mouth to rub her clit in order to get her closer to the edge.

Caroline’s nails dug into his shoulders and the moaned against his hand, almost reaching her peak. He groaned at the pain and only snapped his hips against her faster. Her vision blurred and her eyes squeezed shut when she finally fell over the edge and came around him. Her walls squeezing him like a vice was what pushed him over the edge and he was quick to pull out and finish on her stomach.

Caroline panted and leaned her forehead against his chest when his hand fell from her mouth.

"So much for hating me, huh, Princess?"

She groaned. "Clarke is gonna kill me."

[butmakeitgayblog]

How would you have wanted to see the season 3 bedroom scene go down if Clarke didn't hold back her obvious thirst for femme disaster Lexa in her nightgown

Have them fuck nasty 😤

Nah I'm just kidding

For real though, I actually took today to think about that because I think if you asked everyone in the fandom, you'd probably get a big variety of answers. There was just so much going on at that time and so many raw, unsettled emotions and resentments on Clarke's part. Realistically, I can absolutely see why she turned Lexa away (not the how tho, cuz damn).

But if I had to rewrite it through my own rose colored glasses, I would've liked it if Clarke had asked Lexa to stay and talk. Not even about the mountain or their people or anything that wandered too closely to those still healing wounds between them. More like asking Lexa about her childhood. What it was like growing up on the ground. Maybe about the different clans or what Lexa had dreamed about becoming before she was called to be commander. And I would've liked to have Clarke tell Lexa about the wonders of space. Not many though - that subject still holds too many nightmares. I would've liked to see them get to know each other beyond the pictures they have of each other as leaders and what they have to be as those people, and instead started learning more of the pieces of themselves that they'd learned to lock away from everyone else.

I would've liked to see Clarke grow sleepy to the sound of Lexa's soothing voice. Yawning while deliberately denying that she's yawning, even as she shakes it off and smacks her lips from it. And then of course, that fond little smile that Lexa always gets around Clarke, the one that barely kissed the sides of her lips but shines so brightly in her eyes. Usually in response to the skai girl's stubbornness, but that's neither here nor there. I would've liked to see Lexa offering to leave because even though the night had taken a very strange and unexpected turn, it was still lovely, and wonderful, and she likes to think of herself as chivalrous when circumstances allow, and regardless of what did or didn't happen, oh, you could see just how happy her little Heda heart was to have had that time together.

Without the usual looming thundercloud of Clarke's animosity.

I would've loved to see her trying to urge Clarke to go to bed and rest, only for Clarke to ask her to stay a little longer. To join her on the bed - sensibly, only because the bed was more comfortable than the old spindly chairs of her guest suite - and keep talking about all the good things on earth. Because she usually can't sleep anyway and because... that was the first night since she'd walked away from Camp Jaha that the demons of her past have been quiet.

I would've liked to see Lexa's internal battle of her emotions play out in nothing more than a series of blinks. A stuttered breath. The catch in her chest as she unfolds and refolds her hands in her lap. All the tiny cracks in her armor that you have to be looking for just to see, but they're the ones that give her away every time.

Because even tho she'd hoped— Even tho she'd thought, maybe Clarke's relief at her winning and staying alive might mean something for them... Even tho she'd come here with every intention to open herself up to whatever Clarke was willing to give to her, to connect with her... she hadn't at all anticipated the night to go quite like this. So intimate and bare, but not at all in the way she'd yearned for when she'd knocked on Clarke's door, blood still hot from the battle and the look Clarke gave her across the arena.

This was sweeter than she'd anticipated, somehow deeper, and her hunger and love for this woman is all the more terrifying for it.

But Lexa does stay, because she really is quite terrible at denying Clarke anything within her power at that point. Not that she wants to anyway. Not now that Clarke looks at her from under her furs with soft questioning eyes, instead of darkened pools filled with betrayed disgust.

I would've liked to see Lexa settle down on the bed, above the furs with her back sloped against the iron headboard that is terribly uncomfortable against her skin, but she'll bear it. And as she picks up the thread of what she'd been talking more to settle her own nerves than because she actually knows what she's saying. She's just babbling, which entirely unbecoming on The Commander but what else she can do when she's this close to this woman?

And ok fine, she's not a saint.

She does like the feel of Clarke's eyes on her. She likes the thrill that rushes through her at her own boldness careless ease when she adjusts her legs, lifts her knee just for comfort and, oops, lets the loose hang of her nightgown slip down to pool at her hip. It's an~accident~ she doesn't bother to fix, just like when the thin strap falls down off her shoulder as well. She's just comfortable in Clarke's space so it's totally, totally fine.

It wouldn't escape her (or us, the faithful viewers) that Clarke doesn't look away.

And I would've liked to see her watch as Clarke grew sleepier. Watched her very obviously struggle to stay awake by asking Lexa the most mundane questions could think of through her half-slurred haze as Clarke adjusts and readjusts and every time she finds herself that much closer. Until eventually there's nothing for it, she's just pressed against Lexa's side, and it's nothing to wrap an arm around Lexa's waist and push close. Lean her head on Lexa's shoulder and breathe in the scent of whatever soaps Lexa used in her post-battle bath (you hear that, Clarke. S o a p). And I would've liked the scene to end on Clarke drifting off to Lexa's comfort. To the feel of Lexa matching her every breath. To the gentle weight of Lexa pressing a kiss she'll insist in the morning that she was too sleepy to remember to the crown of her head.

That's how I would've liked to see it go.

[unlistedly]

YAN! JAHA LEE

return of the mad demon.

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>< i apologise for any ooc / grammatical mistakes! this is my second post.

This might not be canonically correct.. sorry!

Jaha lacks a bit of knowledge of relationships but.. he can't lose you again.

You were the only person that was by him when he was an errand boy, the only person that treated him humanly.

You gave him tips, advice, stories that he could listen to for hours.

You gave him a reason.

But of course, nothing lasts forever as he finds out that your villiage was robbed and burnt to the ground by some bandits.

He rushed out and ran to your villiage, as quick as he could- only to find ashes.

He ran in each house, to find you.

But there were no bodies, all of them have been taken away. Did they take you? How dare they.

He started investigating it, and soon found out who did it.

Soon, he tried to find their hideout, where they camped, their family, everything.

When he did, well. Eh, you know what happened.

Every kill he does, he says its in your name, to cease this world of the evil.

(Delusional.)

After getting reincarnated, he collects himself with only one thought in mind.

You.

Of course, he had to go on a run considering he just smacked the hell out of his coworkers.

But sometimes, he does stalk you from the shadows, hopping from roof to roof, observing everything.

Ah yes, you're still the cutest, naive person ever. He can't wait to have you in his arms.

Um.. sorry for mistakes,>< please comment any mistakes i made! Thank you!

I hope you liked this.

[okmcintyre]

[moonlight0934]

If Only We Could Hold On

Bellamy sits in a meeting with Kane and Abby, trying to figure out what they’re going to do now that they’ve defeated Mount Weather. There’s a lot to be done, and Bellamy figured out that Murphy left with Jaha on his stupid mission to find the City Of Light. He figured that out a week ago, right after they got back to camp.

He hasn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep since then. His eyes are burning, and he can’t even seem to make himself focus on what Kane is saying. Then someone else is talking.

Bellamy shakes his head. Sergeant Miller continues talking as Bellamy squints, trying to force his hearing and comprehension skills to work again.

“-Refortify the wall defenses to make sure that no one can get in.”

Kane nods.

“Alright-” He catches Bellamy’s eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I haven’t slept much, sir.”

“Do you need to step out? You can go.”

Bellamy nods, dragging himself from his chair. He stumbles slightly on his way to the door, but decides to pretend like it didn’t happen. He doesn’t even turn and look at the people behind him to see if they noticed.

I’ll deal with that later if someone brings it up, he decides.

He walks out of the room and keeps walking till he gets to the gate. He nods at the guards that are on shift right now, and they open the gate to let him out. Bellamy starts by wandering around the perimeter of the fence, trying to clear his thoughts. Then he ends up heading to the spot between two sets of guards, then walking towards the woods.

He doesn’t really tell his body where to walk, not really paying attention. However, his head does continue to clear as he walks. By the time he gets to his destination, his head is completely clear, and he almost feels like he could sleep now. He hops the gate into camp since it’s locked from the inside for some reason, probably to dissuade anyone from coming back to the drop ship.

It was probably Kane or Abby’s idea. Bellamy scoffs at the thought of that being enough to keep him out. He walks to the drop ship, heading through the open door. He takes a deep breath as he slides down the wall. It smells like dried blood, but he’s gotten pretty used to that smell by now. He hits the button to close the drop ship hatch.

Eventually Bellamy begins to drift off to sleep, feeling less sad and lonely than he has in a while even though he’s completely by himself. Eventually a noise wakes him up, the sounds of boots hitting the floor like someone just came off of the ladder. He blinks, but a boot immediately smashes into his face, catching him completely by surprise. Black creeps back into his vision instantly, and he doesn’t even have a chance to see his attacker.

Clarke is out looking for food when she hears it: loud footsteps, and people talking. It only takes a second of listening for her to determine that they’re from the Ark. She ducks behind a tree, ready to wait for them to leave so she doesn’t have to see them. Then they keep talking.

“Why are we even out looking? It’s obvious that Blake didn’t want to be at camp.”

Clarke freezes, wondering if they’re talking about Bellamy or Octavia. She prays that it isn’t either of them, and that they’re talking about someone else.

“Bellamy wouldn’t just run away.” She recognizes that voice, that’s Miller. “Even if he did leave on purpose, he wouldn’t stay away this long. Something happened to him, and we have to find him. The chances of us finding him are getting smaller and smaller the longer it’s been since he went missing.”

Clarke suddenly feels like she can’t breathe, reaching out to grab the tree she was previously hiding behind.

“Did you hear that?” Miller asks.

No one says anything, but he appears on the other side of the tree.

“Clarke?”

She turns to him, startled.

“Clarke, what the hell?”

“I’m sorry,” she immediately says, even though she’s not sure what she’s apologizing for.

“You shouldn’t have left. It’s not safe by yourself. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. What happened to Bellamy?”

“Of course you heard that. He went for a walk a few days ago, and no one’s seen him since.”

“How long is a few days?”

“It’s been four days since we saw him. He left a meeting with Kane and your mom. The guard let him out of the gate, and people saw him walking the length of the fence. Then nothing. We’ve been out looking for him with no luck.”

“Have you checked our camp?”

“Yeah, but everything there was locked up pretty tight. Probably Kane or Abby’s idea. I don’t know what they think we’re going to do.”

“What leads do you have? Have the Grounders gotten back in contact since Mount Weather?”

“No, they haven’t. We have no leads. There have been no other disappearances, no threats, and no weird things have happened since you left. I didn’t really expect anything to happen at this point. It’d been a week, and we hadn’t even heard from Jaha yet.”

“Well people don’t just vanish. He has to be somewhere.”

“I know. That’s why we’re looking. Do you want to join us?”

Clarke hesitates, but eventually nods.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I’m coming back to camp once we find him.”

“I didn’t figure it did.”

Miller goes back to tell the others that it was just Clarke, and that she was joining them. It doesn’t seem like they’re happy about it, but no one says anything. They search together for a while before the light starts to fade from the sky. Miller’s radio beeps, and he sighs.

“We have to head back. Are you coming with so we can coordinate our search?” he asks Clarke, sounding tired.

“No, we’re running out of time. I can’t leave without finding him.”

“We’ve been searching for days, Clarke. There’s no guarantee that you’ll find him even if you search until you pass out.”

“I don’t care. I have to try. He could be dying right now, Miller.”

Miller hangs his head.

“I have to get these guys back to camp. Where can I meet you in the morning?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you won’t.”

She turns and walks away without saying anything else. She keeps looking through the woods for a few hours before a noise catches her attention. It sounds like someone screaming. It’s coming from the direction of the mountain, but with the echo, Clarke isn’t sure how far away it is. She runs towards it anyway, going faster and faster as the screaming gets louder. She’s never heard him scream, but she still recognizes him, and her heart breaks the closer she gets.

They must have been waiting for the cover of night to make sure that no one would hear him. The only question is who, and what are they doing to him?

She reaches the base of the mountain, then it hits her. They’re in the tunnels. So, that’s where she goes, even though the screaming has stopped by then. It takes longer to find them since it’s mostly quiet, but the sight that greets her is enough to make her freeze for a second.

A Grounder is standing over Bellamy trying to wake him up. He sounds angry as he demands that Bellamy open his eyes. Bellamy is tied to a slab of rock, shirtless. He has a multitude of burns and actively bleeding wounds covering his torso. His hair is plastered to his face, and his eyes are closed despite the man’s efforts.

Clarke pulls the gun out of her waistband, shooting the man before he has a chance to do anything. She kicks his body as she leans over Bellamy. She puts her fingers against his pulse point, holding her breath. He opens his eyes to slits, groaning.

“Bellamy, can you look at me?” Clarke asks, trying to check his eyes.

He closes them again, pulling his head away from her. She pulls back a little bit, her eyes wandering over his abdomen. Some of the wounds look older, some already red and infected.

“Bellamy, you need to open your eyes.”

He does, looking at her obediently. His eyes are clouded, but he still seems to recognize her.

“Clarke? Are you real?” he rasps.

“Yes, Bellamy, I’m real. I’m here, and I’m going to get you fixed up. You’re going to be fine.”

His eyes start to drift closed again, but Clarke pats his cheek.

“Stay awake for me. I’m going to see if I can get in contact with the Ark. Did you have a radio on you when you were kidnapped?”

He nods, though she’s not completely sure he really knows what she’s asking. So, she looks around for it, because she knows that she can’t get him back to camp by herself. Eventually she finds his pack and radio in the corner, even though most of it is busted up. It takes a few minutes, but she manages to get the radio to turn on. A few minutes later, she walks back over to Bellamy.

“Hey, my mom and Kane are coming to get us. You’re going to be alright.”

Bellamy nods, turning his head into her hand when she tries to check his temperature.

“Aw, it’s alright. You’re gonna be fine,” she repeats.

“Don’t care.”

“Bellamy.”

He doesn’t respond, keeping his eyes closed. Eventually the others show up, but Clarke is watching from a safe distance by then. She knows that if Kane and Abby see her, then it’s over, but she can’t bring herself to leave. At least not until they left with Bellamy. Then she went back to doing her own thing like it never happened, and Bellamy was at least half convinced that she was never there in the first place.

[snowbuxnyhoejo]

The 100

Note: I have basically only read exclusively Murphamy fics but they're are some other ones too (Maybe lol idk).

♥️= Favorited

Murphamy (Murphy and Bellamy)

OmegaVerse

the moments go by by Miralana ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 61,090 Notes: This is a series of fanfics. Out of all the fanfics on the list this is for sure the one I go back to the most. This fic never ceases to amaze me.

i got me an appetite; now i can taste it by noodletastic ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 12,511 Notes: His heat had never been an immediate threat, but now it was here, there was nothing to stop it, and no one to help him.

save some for the rest of us by Angie_leena Rating: Explicit Words: 7293 Notes: Bellamy was an alpha who wasn't all that into omega's. Murphy was an omega who alpha's weren't all that into.

Easy Come, Easy Go by orphan account :( Rating: Mature Words: 23,182 Notes: Murphy is the worst excuse for an omega that Bellamy has ever seen.

Canon Compliant/Divergence

but darlin, i dont mean to beg by MooNSGLOW Rating: Explicit Words: 2,790 Notes: two years on the ring, and murphy has hated every second of it.

Now and Then by Captainmintyfresh ♥️ Rating: Not Rated Words: 82,435 Notes: If there was one thing Bellamy was sure of, it was that he wouldn't fail Murphy like he did on the ark.

the sounds of yesterday by Miralana Rating: Teen and Up Words: 4,369 Notes: “She had your hair and my eyes. She’s probably dead by now.”

Hide Your Soul out of His Reach by twinkjohnmurphy ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 30,140 Notes: When Murphy returned to Camp Jaha on a stretcher, he found himself face-to-face with someone from his past.

As Dark As You Make It by vipertooths Rating: Mature Words: 21,924 Notes: Murphy comes back from the lighthouse and murphamy get their crap together basically.

But It Is The Law by misha_collins_butt Rating: Mature Words: 23,560 Notes: In which Murphy is punished, Bellamy is angry, and the 100 realize how little they want to be in Camp Jaha.

But You Spoke So I Could Understand by zade Rating: Not Rated Words: 5,448 Notes: Murphy is a grounder and Bellamy gets lost in the woods looking for Octavia.

superstring by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 36,247 Notes: Nothing like a little time travel AU.

When You're There by scruffylou Rating: Mature Words: 36,362 Notes: Now that they're in space again, things are a lot quieter. The time to think leaves Bellamy and Murphy both feeling very alone, for different reasons. Maybe letting each other in could be the thing that neither one of them knew they needed.

Safe Place by voidmox Rating: General Audiences Words: 1,065 Notes: This is really cute!!

thirty-five paper frogs by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 12,310 Notes: He would never have guessed that being unkind to Jasper Jordan would become the wrong thing he hated most.

Fearful of the Night by Royalravens Rating: Mature Words: 13,804 Notes: Bellamy saves Murphy from the delinquents, and that has a lot of consequences.

Precarious Pasts on Sallow Skin by misha_collins_butt ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 9,276 Notes: Bellamy's on volunteer duty in the clinic and his last patient is, you guessed it, Murphy. He expects a lot of things of Murphy, but certainly not this.

six impossible things before breakfast by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 22,458 Notes: A wormhole strands Murphy and Bellamy alone in the universe, and every planet they travel to seems intent on manufacturing romantic clichés, all designed to force the two voyagers together

not without you by arcadionparadigm Rating: Teen and Up Words: 16,678 Notes: Murphy and Bellamy find themselves trapped on a strange planet, and are forced to contend with more than just their own survival.

Modern Setting

i am mad all about you by noodletastic ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 122,279 Notes: This is also one I try to re-read but as you can see its a looong read. This is also one of my favorites. This is probably the longest murphamy fic you will ever find on the internet tbh.

Dumbass: A Terrible Office AU by zade Rating: General Audiences Words: 13,603 Notes: Assistant Murphy and his boss Bellamy :)

Teach Me a Lesson by assholemurphy Rating: Explicit Words: 10,255 Notes: Cop!Bellamy and Delinquent!Murphy, Slightly awkward car sex. Murphy’s a screamer and that’s a problem.

A Very Murphamy Christmas by awesomekittlesclw83 Rating: Not Rated Words: 25,188 Notes: Christmas has never been good for Murphy but when someone new moves in next door things begin to change. Can he get past all the pain from before or is Christmas always gonna be a nightmare?

Grit Your Teeth by Griselda_Howl Rating: Explicit Words: 13,203 Notes: a certain young women barges her way into his life, sets him up with a certain handsome man, and everything goes to shit.

1013 Romeo by orphan account :( ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 12,988 Notes: the one where Bellamy is a guard at the same prison where Murphy is awaiting his execution and they stupidly fall in love. (you will cry, proceed with caution)

Soulmates

Stars, hide your fires by Pinkiiie ♥️ Rating: Not Rated Words: 37,971 (kinda) Notes: If you dont like the ending. no worries! There are two versions.

The Kindred Spirit by CosmoKid Rating: Teen and Up Words: 13,918 Notes: Soulmate au where if one of them gets hurt, the injury appears on the other. Referenced child abuse.

Crossovers/ Others

a circus of carrion by oogaboogu Rating: Mature Words: 35,337 Notes: Welcome, welcome, to the 71st annual Hunger Games.

magical prophecies for miserable people by blueparacosm ♥️ Rating: mature Words: 69,153 Notes: Then he meets the royal jackass Prince Bellamy, the mad woman Lady Octavia, and a dragon— yes, a fucking dragon— who believes he and the prince are destined to unite the kingdoms and save magickind, together.

the rich inner lives of wanted men by blueparacosm ♥️ Rating: Mature Words: 66,199 Notes: Once chained up in the brig and heading out to sea, he wondered briefly whether or not it was his fault that everything always went tits up.

(and i feel fine) by oogabooga ♥️ Rating: Teen and Up Words: 22,203 Notes: M doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t really fancy the idea of eating Bellamy’s brains. (A warm bodies au so cute!)

the quiet hours by arcadianparadigm Rating: Teen and Up Words: 92,075 Notes: He could continue to write his undergraduate thesis and live his life in peace, or, he could take up the mantle as the world's greatest hero and accompany an ancient cursed sun god named Murphy on a quest to slay the ten most deadly monsters in the known universe.

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Updated: 04/05/2024

*list only consists of fics I have read

[ophiespeaks]

This is ur sign to make memes of ur DR

Here’s mine, ✨The 100 Edition✨

1. And then she ended the world 😍 what a girl boss honestly

2. Markus Kane you are my biggest opp for the first seventeen years of my life 🙏

3. bros about to get his mind controlled by a hundred year old super-sentient AI— aw hell nawlll man…

4. hands rated E for markus kanE

5. she’s really cool i swear but when she needs to talk to you something batshit is abt to go down every time

6. I ask for help with one thing and the next thing you know half of camp is reorganized and we’re growing crops that we just simply weren’t growing an hour ago

7. Bellamy loves his sister and I love my brother but sometimes we get a bit distracted and forget about them 🤭 (Sorry John 🙏)

8. Cage was NAWT playing with me frfr

9. I remind Thelonius Jaha that he isn’t Chancellor anymore at every single chance I get to. If Thelonius Jaha has no haters I’m dead.

(there’s probably gonna be more of these in the future because I was giggling making these ones. either a pt. 2, or maybe a different dr!)

[justinewt]

To Choose Who Lives And Who Dies - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirty-One

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Summary: Bellamy and Michelle had made a choice that sealed the fate of hundreds of their people, only making possible for 100 of them to survive inside Alpha station, but Clarke chose to keep their people in the dark, doing the exact same thing Jaha had done on the Ark. Everyone worked hard on fixing the ship, unaware that most of them wouldn't survive the radiation coming their way. Raven, Clarke and Bellamy argued over this for days and when they found Jaha trying to leave camp with the rover, they confront him, and he claims he has a lead - a way to ensure the salvation of all 500 of them, but is it another one of his whims that will cost people's lives? As were Mount Weather and Alie?

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Warnings: The 100 season 4 spoilers (episode 3 "The Four Horsemen"), title from a quote from the book Storm Siren by Mary Weber, angst, heart to heart, grief

Everyone was working hard to get the ship ready for the radiation, the black rain and everything that was yet to come their way. They made a choice when they decided to free their people from the Azgedan and they were now over 500 people in Arkadia, all while the ship, even fully fixed and prepared, would only sustain a little over a hundred people, as Raven said. Michelle wasn’t the only one to now realize that for the sake of a few, they comdemned 400 of their people and Clarke didn’t tell any of them, to use their hope as fuel for their determination to get the ship ready. Raven was mad about it and Michelle did feel responsible for it because she chose to make this choice, with Bellamy. He wasn’t the only one to blame. When the others had all voted, they looked at each other knowing they would follow whatever choice the other made and Michelle wanted to help them, and he did too. She wondered, if she had chosen the opposite, to bring back the hydrogenator, if he would have followed her call. He most likely would have, to be honest, but she didn’t. And neither did he.

“Two meals a day for people working as hard as ours, we won’t make any friends.” Bellamy said as they walked into the room. Raven was standing on the last step of a ladder, her back to them, blowtorch in hand as she repaired the structure of the ship. Clarke was pushing a full cart in front of her.

“Well, if there’s one thing our people understand, it’s rationing.” Clarke declared. It was true, with what they had to do on the Ark, it would make sense for them to understand the urgency of the situation. Michelle helped as they put away the plastic pockets of vacuum-packed food on the shelves. “Besides, once we close those doors, it’ll be one meal for the next 5 years.”

“Try one meal every other day.” Raven lifted her protective mask and turned towards them. She stepped down from the ladder and took it off. She was very much, and understandably, still bitter regarding their choice about the hydro generator, and the fact Clarke chose to lie to everyone. “Hunting parties are coming back with less and less. Thanks to your friend Niylah, we’re preserving more meat than ever, but it’s still not enough. Without a way to make water, growing our own protein like we did on the ark is not an option.” She stuffed her mask in Bellamy’s hand as she spoke. “Remember that when we’re starving.”

“I won’t be starving because I won’t be inside.” Michelle instantly looked up at him, frowning. Thoughts raced through her head, and she parted her lips, but she said nothing.

“Yes, you will.” Clarke was about as confused and as against it as she was. Michelle subtly shook her head – no, she wouldn’t let him sacrifice himself to make up for the decision he made. She made it with him. If he stayed outside the ship, she would too, and she quickly realized, as she thought about it, that her father would never let her die but if she stayed alive, Bellamy had to stay alive as well, otherwise how was she supposed to just go on with her life after basically letting him kill himself. It would be just like when she almost lost her father. She would never have been able to go on with her life. There were only three people whose deaths would destroy her – her father, Clarke, and Bellamy. When Clarke was away, she survived thanks to her father, and the thought that Clarke was alive.

“Does that mean you made the list?” Raven enquired.

“No. What about drinking water?”

“Clarke, don’t change the subject. We need to know who’s gonna be on the inside of these doors when the radiation comes.” Bellamy and Michelle were both watching them talk from the corner of their eyes as they kept on putting away the food, but she would have a chat with Bellamy later.

“We don’t need to know now.” The conversation was cut short when a voice came over the PA system. Sick people were at the camp’s gate. The four of them rushed outside and at the gate, the guards were holding a bunch of grounders at gunpoint, warning them not to come any closer. Bellamy, Clarke, Michelle and Raven broke through the small crowd and the line of guards to see what this was about. They recognized one of the grounders, Nyko, as he put a little girl on the ground. Two others were bent forward, on their knees, coughing. Michelle squinted her eyes, looking at the woman. Her long, dark red hair reminded her of someone else’s and as Clarke slowly walked up to them, she realized it was Luna.  

“What if it’s a grounder attack like they did with Murphy?” Miller wondered, wary. Michelle shook her head.

“No, that’s not it. Bellamy, look, it’s Luna.” She patted his arm with the back of her fingers and pointed at the woman. He wasn’t sure as they couldn’t see her face, but she recognized her hair and was convinced it was the grounder from the oil rig, though her hair was less voluminous than it was then, and dirtier. She and Bellamy followed Clarke as she walked up to them.

“What happened to them?” She asked.

“The sickness. We lost more than 40 on the way.” The woman she thought was Luna coughed, lifting her head slightly and Bellamy finally saw it was actually her.

“Luna?”

“See? I knew it was her.” Luna looked up at them, weakly. She looked beyond exhausted and drained of all her energy. She exchanged a gaze with Michelle, probably wondering how she recognized her, but she then looked at Clarke.

“Please, don’t turn us away because of what I did to you.” Clarke didn’t say anything, turning to her friends next to her. Abby then arrived, joining them outside the gate. She put a cloth over her mouth and nose, just in case, but quickly took it off and got to her knees to take a close look at the little girl in Nyko’s arms. Clarke kneeled beside her while the others watched.

“Mom, what is this?”

“Fever, lesions, vomiting. It’s ARS.”

“What’s ARS?” Bellamy asked, really speaking for all of them as none, aside from Clarke maybe, knew what she was talking about.

“Acute radiation sickness.” He, Raven and Michelle all exchanged a glance as Clarke stood up.

“When did the symptoms start?”

“I’m not sure. Right before the fish started dying.” Luna said.

“The fishs are dying?” Raven spoke. If animals were dying, this meant less food for everyone.

“Floating on the sea to the horizon in every direction.” Nyko added.

“It’s not contagious. Let’s get them to Medbay. Come on.” Abby helped them up and Raven went with her and the grounders. Clarke went next to Bellamy and Michelle, who had kneeled next to a young woman lying on the ground.

“It’s already here.” Neither of them said anything else to Clarke’s statement. It was grave enough. What Alie had warned them about, the nuclear power plants melting and the radiation and everything coming, was already there. It it had hit the oil rig out on the ocean, it was but a short flight for land. Michelle immidietaly thought of her father still in Polis and pulled her eyebrows closer in worry, staring at the ground, hoping he would come back to Arkadia before it reached the city. 

In Medbay, the sick grounders were getting worse, barely moving from their beds. Clarke was further in the room, with her mother and Jackson, discussing their state and possible treatments. Bellamy and Michelle walked in, looking around. She winced in disgust at the sight of Luna vomiting black blood into a bucket and frowned worriedly as she reached for a cloth and approached to give it to her once she was done. It was quite painful to see her like this. It didn’t matter that they weren’t close to her. Michelle felt Bellamy standing just a few inches behind her and his hand gently finding her shoulder.

“You think I deserve this for refusing the flame?”

“No.” Michelle replied, a mere second after Luna spoke. “No one deserves to suffer.”

“Besides, this would’ve happened anyway.” Bellamy added. Clarke came to see them.

“This is all that’s left of my people. Can you save them?”

“We’ll do everything we can. You have my word.” They took a few steps away when she coughed again, to talk, just the three of them. “Tell me something good.”

“Raven’s looking for us.” He walked back to the door, his hand sliding down as he let go of Michelle’s arm and they left the infirmary to go find Raven. She brought them to the computer screens and one of them showed a map, with dashed lines linking the rig to Arkadia and Polis.

“So, Luna’s rig is here, and if the fish in these waters are dying, well basically we’re screwed.”

“I don’t understand. Alie said we had 6 months.” Hands on his hips, he looked at the screen with a subtle frown.

“We don’t.”

“Well, then how long do we have?” Clarke wondered.

“It’s hard to say. Radiation is dispersed by jet stream and carried by ocean currents, so it’s not an exact science, but the leading indicators are small species die-offs — fish, insects. Based on the new data, I’d say we have… Two months of survivability…” Clarke looked defeated as she turned her head towards Bellamy and Michelle, and they seemed just as stunned. “Maybe less.”

“The ark won’t be ready.” He said quietly, shaking his head.

“It’ll be close. If we triple the man hours and work round the clock, we should be able to achieve a hard seal before the black rain comes. We just have to decide who gets to live here.”

“Raven, we’re not talking about the list again.”

Michelle sighed, “We have to talk about it.”

“Yes. Michelle’s right, Clarke. We are running out of time. We have to make a plan for the day we close the doors, drill for it, make sure only the survivors have guns, agree on protocols for dealing with the people who are pissed off they’re not chosen. You asked me to be in charge of rationing, and I’m doing it, but choosing who gets to live or die is your speciality.” As she was about to respond, the sound of the Rover’s engine reached their ears and she turned around, glancing over her shoulder. As Raven then added, no one was scheduled to take the rover. They walked briskly in the corridors and exited through the hangar’s doors. The SUV was right outside. Jaha was inside. Bellamy knocked on the driver’s side door, ordering the old chancellor to get out of the vehicle and opened the door.

“I need to make a run.”

Raven took a step forward, “All supply go through me, and you shouldn’t be working on the patch to sector 5?” Bellamy gave a nod to the side motioning for him to get out. Jaha stepped out of the rover and the door was slammed behine him.

“A patch for a ship that can only save a hundred people? Why are you surprised? I am an engineer. We have no way to generate water. The harder number is 400. Can you really sentence 400 more of our own people to death?”

“We don’t have a choice.” She exclaimed. They glanced over their shoulders at the people working nearby. They were looking at them after hearing her raise her voice at Jaha and quickly looked away.

“What if you do? What if I told you there might be a fallout shelter less than a day’s drive from here – a fallout shelter built to sustain thousands?”

“What if it’s like Mount weather or your fucking city of light? Both were your ideas, and they were terrible ideas – hundreds died.” Michelle spoke crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at Jaha.

“We’ve been through the chancellor’s file anyway. All the bunkers you considered for the hundred were listed as compromised or unviable, and now Mount Weather is too.” His eyes went from Michelle to Raven.

“Those were government bunkers.” He turned back around and opened the driver’s side door but instead of it being to get back into the vehicle, he handed something to Clarke. A notepad showing an article.

“A doomsday cult?” Bellamy read as Clarke swiped right to look at the other articles on there.

“That’s right – the second dawn.”

“They built a bunker?” She took her eyes off the small screen.

“Their whole theology was based on riding out the end of the world.

“And why didn’t you consider it?” Raven enquired. Michelle listened and looked at the notepad as Clarke read and swiped. There were lots of articles on this.

“We couldn’t prove it existed.”

“So why are you considering it now?” Bellamy wasn’t the only one of them to be doubtful of his intentions with this new plan of his. They were all distrustful of him after all that happened because of him.

“Because before now, we didn’t need it.”

“You found it, didn’t you?” He looked around before answering Clarke.

“We can’t be sure unless we check it out.” And on that he wasn’t wrong, and Michelle looked to the side, annoyed, her arms crossed in the same fashion as Raven’s. Both were reluctant to listen to the man. Michelle even more so. He did put her in solitary confinement when all she ever did ‘wrong’ was being Clarke’s best friend and knowing something she shouldn’t have known and for that she was then as much of a danger as Clarke was. And she was a pretty defiant teenager back on the ark. It was a known fact that she often talked back to her mom and though she wasn’t the kid she used to be anymore, she still heavily disliked Jaha and if he happened to be in a life-or-death kind of situation, she already knew she would let him die. While she was thinking, she heard Raven and Clarke argue. Raven wasn’t about to let Jaha take the rover.

“We need that rover for hauling pieces of a 3-ton patch we’re build—” She was cut off mid-sentence.

“Yeah, but if he’s right, we don’t need a patch.”

“Can I talk to you guys for a second?” They stepped aside to speak in private, out of Jaha’s earshot. “Can you, Michelle, please remind Clarke what happened the last time Jaha went looking for salvation, as you’ve already mentioned, in case Clarke wasn’t listening?”

Michelle sighed through her nose, letting her arms fall to her side, glancing at Jaha from the corner of her eyes, not so sure anymore of what to say, though she perfectly knew what Raven was referring to – what she had said about the city of light killing hundreds of people because of Jaha’s whim. She didn’t say anything this time and Bellamy spoke in her stead.

“Raven, if that bunker is real, we can save a lot more than a hundred people.”

“If it’s not, we’ve lost another day.”

“Hey, look. If it’s not, I’ll make the list… Okay?”

She sighed, glaring at the three of them, “Do what you want. I’ve got a ship to seal.” They watched her leave before turning to Jaha. This time, Michelle was the one glaring while Bellamy took his place in the driver’s seat, and they sat in the back and drove out of camp. Clarke was in the passenger seat at the front with Bellamy and Michelle was especially unhappy to have to sit across from Jaha, her arms crossed as she leaned back. Clarke watched the video linked on an article and the voice of a man doing a presentation on a stage rose from the notepad.

“The end is coming, and it’s coming soon.”

“He gave this speech two weeks before the bombs.” Jaha said. Michelle slightly lifted her head to look over the seat and Clarke’s shoulder at the screen, the man speaking was the founder of this Second dawn thing, shoulder-length hair and a beard, he kind of reminded her of how her father looked with his beard and hair too, but in black.

“The world is dark and getting darker all the time. Everything we once trusted has turned on us — government, religion. Even technology has become a weapon in their hands used to poison our minds. I know you’re in pain. I know you’re afraid, but it doesn’t have to be like this. There is a way out of the darkness. I can show it to you. You can be saved. Join us, and together, when the horsemen come, from the ashes, we will rise.”

Clarke handed it back to him, “Please tell me you have more than this.”

“In the two years before the bombs, Cadogan sold off most of the second dawn’s real estate holdings, generating tens of millions of dollars, but there was one thing he didn’t sell.” Michelle had seen him swipe a couple times across the pad’s screen before giving it back to Clarke to show her something else. Michelle leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs. “I found this in his autobiography. His father built a bunker there to save his family. I think Cadogan used the church’s money to expand it.”

“Grew up there. Maybe he kept it for sentimental value.” Bellamy figured.

Jaha quietly chuckled through his nose, “Hmm. His father beat him almost daily in that house. He hated living there.”

“Why keep it if you’re liquidating everything else?” Clarke wondered.

“Because that bunker is there. I can feel it.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s there. Doesn’t mean we can use it. It was a century ago. And we’ve been on the ground for almost half a year – if there were survivors like in Mount weather we would’ve known by now.”

“Maybe not survivors, but the bunker is there.”

She shot up her eyebrows, rolling her eyes, and repeated herself under her breath, “doesn’t mean we can survive there.”

“She’s not wrong. And the guy sounds like a religious fanatic to me.” Bellamy spoke.

“Maybe, or maybe he was just a leader willing to do whatever it took to save his people.”

“Like you, you mean?” Michelle chuckled but she wasn’t smiling, not even a smirk. She was glaring at him, slouching back, in the shadow of Clarke’s seat, arms still crossed, gripping tighly on each other. He locked eyes with her. She wasn’t one to speak much or initiate conflicts, but she couldn’t help but speak her mind and try to get into an argument with him though she knew beforehand that he would keep his composure easily and anger her. She felt as though she was 15 or 16 again and getting back at her mom for something she said or not wanting to tell her about her dad yet again. There were only few people whom she held a grudge against, and Jaha was the only one still alive. She had forgiven her mother months ago, same with her father and Pike was dead and she couldn’t care less about him. But Jaha was still annoying her with his presence. He let out another of his chuckles and she frowned.

“You hate me. I understand.” Her frown went from one of anger to one of confusion and she squinted her eyes, wondering what made him think he could understand her one bit. But his tone of voice aggravated her. He sounded as though she was still the kid he had locked up.

“Don’t patronize me, Jaha.” She gritted her teeth, clenching her jaw. Neither Bellamy nor Clarke said anything for now, looking at them through the rearview mirror. “Your mistake is that you think you understand. But you’re right – I do hate you.”

“I am sorry.”

“Well, you’ve got a lot of things to be sorry for.” She wasn’t buying it and wouldn’t accept his apology even if it were genuine and sincere. She wouldn’t accept any apology from him because she didn’t care about him and his words were of no value to her. She didn’t like him on the Ark, and she despised him on the ground. She never respected him, and he was smart enough to know it.

“I know.” He nodded, glancing at his hands joined at his knees as he leaned forward. “I want to apologize for a lot of things.”

“Save your breath.” She looked away, losing interest in talking to him. He began with apologizing for how the city of light events turned out and she pursed her lips, staring at the car’s back door. “You forced my dad to take the chip.” He was about to say something, and she knew he would find an excuse for himself, so she continued. “It was your choice to do what you did – your choice to take the chip. I saw his hands. You tortured him to make him take the chip.

“I am sorry, Michelle.” She finally crossed his gaze again. Her eyes were shining slightly, gradually getting teary as she spoke through her gritted teeth, trying to contain herself.

“I almost killed my dad, because he was under Alie’s control and almost— almost killed Bellamy. I picked up a fucking metal bar and almost bashed my father’s head in.” Her nostrils flared and she swallowed harshly. “You saw how Octavia stabbed Pike, at the end? If my dad was dead, I would have killed you too. My mother’s gone – I couldn’t have lost him too.” Her voice got quieter as she looked away. “It's not even been 5 months since I found out he’s my father.”

“Callie didn’t want you to know.” She instantly turned her face back to him. Her facial features were no longer so tense.

“You knew?” She asked, almost whispering.

“Most of us – at the council – did. Those close to your mother. But it was her choice not to tell you that Marcus was your father. It was obvious to us.”

“I’m aware that Abby knew but— the whole council?”

“Yes.” He finally admitted and Michelle’s facial expression was now overtaken by the shock. She had no idea that over a dozen people knew that Kane was her father the whole time, and that none of them ever cared enough to tell her when all she had ever wanted, ever since she was a kid, was to know her father. It was the cause of so much tension and so many disputes with her mother when she was a teenager. It could have all been avoided if she hadn’t been lied to her whole life. She wouldn’t have been too mad if Abby had been the only one to know – she was her mother’s best friend after all – but finding out that almost every single adult around her knew. She was so stunned she didn’t even know how to react to this. She shook her head, her arms uncrossing. She asked herself a question she had already asked herself before – if Kane actually knew or not. She didn’t exactly remember what Abby said to this. Maybe he knew but didn’t want to face it, or rather couldn’t face it. Or he really didn’t. Either way, she had forgiven him anything he might have done wrong, and they worked on their relationship and as she thought about this, she realized that their relationship got so good and close-knitted because he was alive, allowing them to talk things through.

And she also came to the realization that she had lied to herself – she hadn’t fully forgiven her mother and she was one of the dead people she still held somewhat of a grudge against, and she hated herself because it would always be this way because her mother was dead and they could never discuss all this face to face, and it was eating at her. She hated herself for not being able to just let it go and forgive her mother, because she loved her so much. She hadn’t realized that as she got lost in her thoughts, the rover had gotten silent. Her lips quivered and she squinted her eyes as tears flooded them. He spoke again and she glared at him through her tears and told him to shut up, eventually raising her voice at him and storming out of the moving car. She heard Bellamy swear and call out to her as she hopped off through the backdoor, almost losing her balance as she landed on the ground and she walked away with a brisk step, wiping the tears that had rolled down her cheeks and trying to keep the rest of them from falling. She could hear that the car had stopped behind her and though she walked quickly, Bellamy reached her even quicker, jogging towards her. He had called her names quite a few times, but she hadn’t responded. It wasn’t that she deliberately wanted to ignore him, but she just couldn’t respond.

“I can walk back.” She insisted. He grabbed her arms and drew her into a tight hug as she broke into tears. She tried to apologize for wasting their time with this, but he dismissed it and she cried, resting her cheek against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, her hands gripping onto his jacket like claws. What she had just found out had made her feel like everyone around her had been taking her for a fool for her entire life and she felt disabused. He rubbed her back to comfort her and gently cradled her head, bringing strands of hair behind her ear. In this moment there was only one other thing that she wanted most. Her voice was shaking, broken with sobs, “I want to see my dad.”

“I know.” He felt for her, but unfortunately, he couldn’t really say anything else, because he couldn’t assure her that she would seem him soon. All he could do was support her as he did in this moment. They returned to the rover a minute later. Clarke was standing outside the vehicle, by the passenger’s door and she came up to them, giving a compassionate look to her childhood best friend.

“Ignore Jaha, okay? Take my seat. I’ll go in the back.” She walked around the car while Michelle took her place in the passenger seat, arms crossed as she slumped in the seat, bringing her legs to her chest and letting her knee lean against the door. Bellamy got in as Jaha quietly apologized again and he told him off.

“Shut up, Jaha. You’ve talked enough.” Michelle didn’t even look at him from the corner of her eyes. She stared straight ahead of her through the windshield and Bellamy started the car again. They drove through the thick forest until night fell, a few hours later. Jaha turned on a flashlight and if not for the spotlights at the front of the car, it would be totally pitch-black outside. They could barely see anything anyway. He stopped the rover, and they got out, sweeping the area with their flashligths.

“Cadogan learned how to survive from his father.” Jaha said. “They hunted in these woods.” He held up the tablet, lining up the pitcute of the house and trees with the background. “This is it.”

“Well, if anyone’s entitled to a lucky break, we are.” Bellamy declared.

“You hear that?” They all looked at him, not hearing anything and it was exactly what he wanted them to hear. There were no insects. Except he had no idea what it actually meant and he immidietaly saw the way the three of them looked at each other with worry. “What?”

“Luna said the fish were dying.” Clarke told him.

“What are the things that eat the fish and bugs gonna eat now?” Bellamy wondered.

“What happened to us deserving a lucky break?” They kept on walking. “So, what are we looking for?”

“The bunker would have been at the lowest point.”

“Anything structural. Be careful.” They gave Bellamy a nod and began searching the area. Michelle was following Clarke, and she glanced over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks for a second when she saw Jaha talking to Bellamy. She wondered what he might be telling him now but then Clarke’s voice got her attention and made her turn her head back to her, stepping over the fern’s leaves as she walked over to her. She had found something. Jaha and Bellamy joined them quickly. The latter advised them to stay behind him as they climbed down the stairs. Plants had grown over the entrance, and he cleared the way as he went down. The inside was insalubrious, roots growing all over the walls and spider webs absolutely everywhere – webs so big they were hanging from one wall to another like curtains. Bellamy broke them apart with his hand. At the back, they found a skeleton sat against the wall with thick spider webs covering him. Bellamy kneeled in front of it to take a closer look and grabbed something from its hand. What looked like a sort of large coin with the second dawn symbol and motto written around it.

“From the ashes, we will rise.” He stood up, glancing at the skeleton with a sigh. “Not this guy.”

Jaha turned the coin around and Roman numerals were written on the back. “The 11th seal. Their faith was based on 12 seals. Followers could level up by unlocking them one at a time. Only those who reached level 12 could achieve salvation.

“Huh. Maybe that’s why they didn’t let him in.” Clarke figured as she looked around, seeing a lichen covered bunker door behind them. Jaha was quite happy to see the bunker did exist. “What if they’re still in there?”

Bellamy knocked loudly on the door. “Hey! Is anyone there?”

“It’s still sealed.” Jaha concluded after looking along the door. But there were no locks or handles. There was no way they could unseal the door. The former chancellor than told them why it was – the door was designed to be opened from the inside.

“Or from the outside, by somebody with a rover.” They pulled a cable from the car all the way to the door and Bellamy started the vehicle. The cable tightened and he kept going. They all watched carefully to see if something happened. They heard metal creak, and something came flying out, hitting a tree and falling to the ground, barely avoiding the car. They had no idea if it worked or if something went wrong so they went down there again to see it for themselves. The bunker’s door was in fact open but Michelle was pretty pessimistic. She thought that, now that they forced the door open, it wouldn’t be livable anyway. And that was if the inside wasn’t as insalubrious as the first room. The room was plunged in the dark, and silence. Bellamy lit up a flare and held it high in front of him, the red incandescent light allowing them to see. The bunker was like an immense cave, spreading out before them. Hundreds of bodies were lying there. It wasn’t sealed. They all died from the bombs’ radiation, thinking they would survive.

“This won’t save anyone.” Bellamy concluded gravely. The trio glanced at each other. Michelle wasn’t so surprised, but it was still a great disappointment. They followed Jaha all the way there and again, he had been wrong and on top of that, she found out she had been lied to even more than she already knew. It had gotten her wondering if anyone ever took her seriously before.

When they returned to Arkadia, it was the middle of the night, but people were still up and going, working around the camp. They went to a room to talk privately after this failure of an outing and Bellamy and Michelle fell asleep on the couch, his arms wrapped around her as she lied on side, her face resting on his chest, blotti entre les coussins et le corps de Bellamy. They had gone to sleep, leaving Clarke to think about and work on the list of the 100 people that would have the right to be inside Alpha station when the radiation came. Michelle lifted her head when she felt Bellamy wake up and move. They looked at each other tenderly and sat up, noticing Clarke crying at the desk. She crossed their gazes as they stood up and approached and looked back to the sheet of paper in front of her.

“If we’re on the list, you’re on that list.”

“Bellamy, I can’t.” She cried.

“Write it down.” He insisted, speaking for the both of them. “Write it down, or I will.” He took the matter into his own hands when she shook her head, unable to bring herself to write her own name as the last of the list. He grabbed the pen and wrote it in her stead.  Michelle walked past him, putting a comforting hand on Clarke’s shoulder. She put her hand on top of it.

“So what now?” She asked with a shrug.

“Now we put it away, and hope we never have to use it.”

“You still have hope?”

“We still breathing?” The corner of his lips rose in a faint smirk. His hand joined the two girls’ and Clarke rested her cheeks against them, taking a deep, shaky breath. Michelle then told her to get some sleep, she gave them a nod, and the two left, headed towards their room. It ended up being a quite emotional and tough day for all of them. When she would be reunited with her father, Michelle would ask if whether he really had no idea, she was his child, or if he did, and chose not to say anything, and how he actually felt about her the whole time because she knew how she felt about him – she didn’t like him and she let him know anytime she could. It was immature of her, but she was a child, and she knew her father wouldn’t hold it against her, ever. She really wanted to have this talk with him again. There were still things he had to tell her.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (08/13/2024) by Andrea

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[hevives]

there's the smallest percentage of murphy that's surprised at even his own offer... but the way he'd seen it, if it were between following jaha into some sort of fairytale land, staying prisoner with the adults and everyone who hated him, or going with vesper on a rescue mission for her son - well, the decision didn't seem hard to make.

❛ just another day on the ground, ❜ he counters to her sly warning of the suicide mission ahead. there was a chance that she was right, he knew, but would it have been better to sit and wait for who knew what to come ? where else was there to go ? and anywhere seemed better than there.

hands grip to the strap of the gun that hung to his shoulder, taken slyly under the noses of those in charge when he'd escaped from captivity. tattered boots carry him forward, the suspicion on her visage ignored and met with seriousness masked as carelessness. i'm his mother, she says, and murphy nods. they'd get him back. he knows that if it were him out there, his father would burn the forest to the ground to find him. knows that vesper wasn't any different.

❛ better than here. ❜ he notes as he passes her, venturing away from alpha station and further into the darkness. he might not know exactly where he was headed - other than toward the mountain - but having his share of being held captive in earth - born camps, he at the very least knew where not to go.

eyes cast back toward her, her clothes contrasting his patched and pieced together items from what they could scrounge up from the stations. she seemed all the more prepared than he, in more ways than one. ❛ do you have a plan ? ❜

/ continued . @endyured !

[hd-junglebook]

Edge of Exile

Part 8

You and Clarke trudge back to camp Jaha, your decision hangs heavy between you like a suffocating fog, each step a burden on your weary soul.

Clarke's voice cuts through the silence like a knife, her words sharp with emotion as she turns to you with accusation in her eyes. "Finn is one of us."

"How could you offer him up?" she demands, her voice trembling with barely contained fury.

Your heart clenches painfully at her words, the weight of guilt bearing down on you like a crushing weight. "I'm sorry, Clarke," you offer helplessly, "I did what needed to be done," you retort, your tone firm.

"Lexa wasn't going to budge, and we needed that truce."

But Clarke turns away from you, unable to even bear the sight of you in this moment of betrayal, but you refuse to back down.

You know that nothing you say can ease the pain of her loss, the betrayal of your decision cutting deeper than any blade. You know you made the right choice, no matter how difficult it may be for them to accept.

Resigned to her silence, you decide to give Clarke space, as much as every fiber of your being longs to comfort your friend.

Instead, you approach Abby as you prepare to deliver the devastating news.

Abby's eyes are filled with desperate hope as she embraces Clarke in a hug, her voice urgent as she seeks answers from you. "What did she say? Is there a chance for a truce?"

Your heart aches at the desperation in her voice, the knowledge of the pain that lies ahead weighing heavily on your conscience.

"Yes, Lexa agreed to a truce," you state bluntly, "But she had some conditions."

Finn's voice cuts through the somber atmosphere from behind Abby, his tone filled with confusion and concern. “Then what’s wrong?”

Raven joins the group, her gaze meets yours. "What conditions are you talking about, y/n?"

You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. How can you tell her that the man she loves is destined to die at their hands?

But Clarke's voice breaks the silence, her words heavy with resignation as she delivers the devastating truth. "If we want a truce, we have to give them Finn."

"I agreed to Lexa's demands," you say finally, your voice steady.

Bellamy approaches, his brown eyes clouded with concern. "That’s insane," he states, his words heavy with disbelief, his gaze flickering between you and Clarke worriedly. "And if we don’t turn him over?"

You brush past Bellamy without answering, Clarke shakes her head in response, her voice tinged with resignation.

"Then they attack."

You quicken your pace, Bellamy just a few paces behind you, as you make your way to the makeshift bar set up inside the Ark.

The need for a drink to numb the overwhelming flood of emotions becomes a relentless ache in the pit of your stomach.

You push your way through the throng of people, the crowd begins to chime in, voices rising in a cacophony of fear.

You catch snatches of conversation, of people declaring that they won't die for Finn, their voices a desperate plea for salvation.

Before you know it, a fight breaks out between Major Byrne and Raven, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoing through the crowded space.

You feel the walls closing in around you, and you know that you need to get away, to find solace in the quiet sanctuary of solitude.

Bellamy follows you into the bar after a few moments, his presence a silent comfort.

Wordlessly, he collapses onto a stool beside you, his expression mirroring the weight of your decision. With shaky hands, you pour moonshine into two tin cups, sliding one towards Bellamy without a word.

After a minute of silence, you find the strength to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "Clarke wanted to find another way. She begged me not to give up on him..."

Bellamy lets out a long breath, his grip on his drink tightening until his knuckles turn white. "There's no way around this, is there?" he asks quietly, the resignation in his voice a painful echo of your own inner turmoil.

You shake your head, a tear slipping down your cheek, "Clarke will never forgive me," you whisper.

Sacrificing one of your own people to save the rest is a burden that will weigh heavily on your conscience, The guilt of it will haunt you and Clarke forever.

"I should've done more," you say finally, your voice breaking. "Found some other way..."

Bellamy reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his touch sending a jolt of warmth coursing through your veins.

"I'll always be here for you, y/n," he says softly, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering sincerity. "You don't have to carry this burden alone."

For a moment it feels like time stops, and all the pain melts away. You know he's right, but it doesn't ease the ache in your chest.

…

You were barely outside of the door before the loud chanting surrounded the camp when Two Grounder warriors emerged from the trees, their faces painted for battle, their arrival a menacing reminder of the impending threat.

Abby emerged, her demeanor unwavering despite the fear lurking in her eyes, she faced the warriors head-on.

"Where's the boy," one of them demanded, their voices harsh and demanding.

"We're not giving him up," Abby shot back, "We're prepared to fight if we must."

Her voice is steady, but you can see the fear in her eyes when a horn sounds in the distance, signaling the retreat of the Grounders.

A figure emerged from the trail, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. You stood beside Bellamy, your senses heightened as you strained to get a better view of who was approaching. It was Kane.

A shaky breath of relief escaped your lips as you ran to meet him, He embraces you back just as tightly as you cling to him, drawing comfort from his solid, familiar presence.

Kane pressed a kiss to your hair, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke. "We need to talk. I managed to buy us a bit of time." Drawing back, he turned to Abby.

…

A rough hand grabs your arm in a vicelike grip, and you're startled to see Bellamy's intense dark eyes boring into your own.

"We need to move. Now," he urges, voice taut.

Before you can react, he turns and pulls a dazed, stumbling Finn along with you. Clarke joins in, her face pale as she glances around anxiously at the screeching people packing the halls.

“Finn, we need to get you out of here”  Bellamy states, still pulling him urgently through the corridors. The stench of smoke and rage hangs heavy in the air.

"Where would he go?" Clarke asks, her voice shaking as she tries to get Bellamy to slow down.

"We're heading to the dropship." Bellamy's voice steels with conviction. "We'll hide him there while we figure this out."

Clarke’s face turns grim at the thought. "No! You know that this is the safest place for him right now.”

"Not for long," you counter quietly. In the distance, the clamor of the crowd grows louder.

Bellamy's jaw clenches with determination, "He’s our friend. We can protect him at the dropship until we figure this thing out.”

You can see Clarke struggling internally before giving a terse nod before Bellamy continues. “Grab your gear and meet at gate in 5. Raven’s already working on cutting the power to the fence."

You slip down another darkened corridor, sticking to the shadows as angry shouts rise behind you. The mob has noticed Finn amongst your group and they scream for vengeance, their voices echoing off the metal walls.

a woman lurches out from a side hall, her face contorted in anguish. "There he is!" she screeches, lunging for Finn.

You react on instinct, roughly forcing her back against the wall. "Anyone else?" you bellow over the din, brandishing your knife as a warning.

…

The three of you continued pushing through the heavy fence just ahead now. Raven stands by the controls, sparks flying as she rigs the system failure.

Sparks erupts in a dazzling display and a loud buzz fills the air as the electricity dies. Bellamy and Finn heave the gate open just wide enough for your group to slip through.

Clarke, Bellamy, and Raven usher a dazed looking Finn onward. You bring up the rear as the group squeezes through a heavy gate in the electrified fence. The five of you split into groups of two, you with Bellamy and raven.

Clarke and Finn stay behind as planned so your group can draw off any potential pursuers. You, Bellamy, and Raven melt into the shadows of the trees.

Bellamy sets a ruthless pace, hyperalert for any sign you're being tracked. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes constantly scanning the sparse woods.

"We're close," he finally mutters after you've hiked in tense silence for some time. "Just a little farther."

You try to offer some comfort to Raven, but your words fall flat. She just stares ahead blankly as you push onward.

Before long, the bulk of the dropship appears through the trees. Bellamy pauses to visually sweep the area before gesturing you both forward into the gloom.

As the minutes stretch into an agonizing eternity, you find yourself pacing the confines of the drop ship, the weight of uncertainty settling like a heavy cloak around your shoulders.

"They should've been here by now. Something must have happened," you mutter, unable to conceal the edge of anxiety in your voice.

"We knew the risks," Bellamy says solemnly, his voice a reassuring anchor amidst the storm of your thoughts. "But Clarke will get him here." There's a quiet confidence that belies the flicker of worry in his dark eyes.

You pause in your pacing, turning to face Bellamy, the dim light of the drop ship casting shadows across his rugged features.

"Thank you, Bellamy," you say softly, you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you take a hesitant step closer to him. "For everything."

His gaze softens, a flicker of something unreadable dancing in the depths of his eyes. "Always," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

before you can comprehend what's happening, he reaches out, his rough hand cupping your cheek with a gentle touch.

His touch is electric, igniting a firestorm of sensation that courses through your veins, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake.

And as his thumb brushes lightly against your skin, his gaze lingers on your lips, a silent invitation hanging between you like a thread of destiny.

But before you can gather your thoughts, the moment is shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching from outside.

With a reluctant sigh, Bellamy withdraws his hand, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin like a bittersweet memory.

"We should go check outside," he says softly, his voice a mere whisper in the hushed silence of the drop ship.

…

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupts your thoughts, and your heart lurches in your chest as you prepare for the worst.

Instead of violence, you're met with Finn entering the dropship, carrying an unconscious Clarke in his arms.

“Get some rags, now!" you bark, your voice cutting through the ship as you spring into action.

Bellamy is quick to respond, his eyes wide with concern as he rushes to gather the necessary materials. "On it," he confirms, his voice tense with worry.

With practiced efficiency, you set to work, assessing Clarke's injuries, and staunching the flow of blood with makeshift bandages.

Meanwhile, the others are caught up in conversation, their voices a distant murmur as they discuss their next move. With Clarke's unconscious state, you block out the noise, focusing solely on the task at hand.

"What happened out there?" Raven demands, her tone sharp with concern as she hovers nearby, her eyes fixed on Clarke's prone figure.

Finn's breath comes in ragged gasps as he recounts the events that led to Clarke's injury, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "We were ambushed... by a Grounder. Clarke got hit..."

As you tend to Clarke's wounds, Bellamy's voice cuts through the chatter, his tone grim. “We got company! Get out here. Get down. Grounders.”

After what feels like an eternity, you finally finish patching Clarke up as she regained consciousness, exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders as you step back to survey your handiwork. Turning to Bellamy, you find him standing beside you.

"All they want is Finn," Bellamy counters, his tone heavy with resignation.

Raven's response is swift, "We'll give them something," she declares, her voice filled with resolve. "I'll give up Murphy instead of Finn,"

Murphy, who has been silent until now, steps forward, his gaze defiant as he defends himself against Raven's suggestion.

"I'm not going anywhere," he insists, his voice laced with defiance. "I didn't sign up for this."

Bellamy attempts to diffuse the situation. "Raven, hold on," he urges, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions.

Raven's resolve falters for a moment, but then she counters, "Enough Grounders saw him at the village. They'd believe he was the shooter."

"Stop! Stop!" he implores, his tone urgent and commanding. "We're not doing this."

His words hang heavy in the air as he continues, his voice filled with a sense of resignation.

"They've got us surrounded. The only thing we can do is stay and defend this place."

The group falls silent, the weight of Finn's words sinking in as they exchange uneasy glances. With a shared understanding, they disperse, each person taking up their assigned task, leaving only you and Finn standing alone in the dropship.

As you prepare to join the others, Finn's gaze meets yours, a silent plea for understanding passing between you.

Before you can speak, he reaches out, his hand hovering over yours in a silent gesture of farewell.

"Please," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't tell the others."

And with a heavy heart, you watch as he steps out into the night, his figure disappearing into the shadowy embrace of the Grounder camp. Helplessness washes over you, knowing that his fate now lies in the hands of your enemies.

[moonylantsovs]

RULES | 2.02: INCLEMENT WEATHER

summary: gabriella kane and what is left of the hundred get separated from the dropship camp after the battle with the grounders. people who gabriella buried and mourned join them on earth. when she finds out most of her people are missing, she is ready to go through whatever she has to in order to get them back — even if that means making a truce with the grounders

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc (slowburn)

warnings: best friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to allies to lovers, swearing, daddy issues, blood and gore, murphy being annoying, trauma bonding

taglist: @lotr-got

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Walking into the newly named Camp Jaha, made an unsettling feeling appear in Gabriella's stomach. She always considered The Ark her home. A twisted and miserable home but still a home. That was until she got sent down to Earth and the hundred became her family and their camp her new home.

Camp Jaha did not seem right to her and the sight of Alpha Station on the ground made her internaly cringe.

Marcus made a couple of guards escort Gabriella and Bellamy inside, leaving them locked up in a room on their own.

"You doing alright?" Gabriella heard Bellamy question and opened her eyes, turning around to connect their gaze, seeing a concern expression on his face.

"About which part exactly? Seeing John's annoying face after everything he did, seeing my dad for the first time in what feels like years after I thought he was dead or having no idea where our friends are?" The blonde asked, the last words leaving a bitter feeling on her tongue.

Before she got sent to the ground, the only people she had considered friends were Murphy, Jasper, Monty and Raven despite the fact that she was more of a co-worker. After landing in Earth, it felt like she had eighty kids that were her responsibility.

"All of it, I guess." Bellamy shrugged as if it was not a big deal, but Gabriella could still see genuine worry on his face.

And yet another surprising thing that happened, she considered a guard turned janitor turned fake guard turned rebel a friend. Not a close one but still a friend. He was her co-leader and a big part of keeping the delinquents alive. They shared the same priorities now and kept the hundred alive together for this long they knew they needed each other if they were gonna keep doing so.

"Well I'm feeling kinda overwhelmed with emotions right now." Gabriella admitted, shrugging as best as she could with her hands tied behind her back "I feel betrayed and a bit...sad, I guess. But I'm mostly pissed."

Bellamy let out a breathy chuckle. "You can only feel one emotion at a time, Bambi. Otherwise you'll most likely explode.”

"If I do explode, I'd prefer to do so straight in my father's face, thank you very much." Gabriella joked, throwing a small grin over her shoulder at her co-leader.

He cracked a small smile and muttered under his breath, "Cute."

After a few moments of silence, Gabriella frowned at the sight of Bellamy's free wrists and pointed out, "Why am I the only one that gets handcuffed?"

"Because you don't think before you act." Bellamy stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gabriella scoffed instantly. "Oh, you're the one to--"

Her words were cut off by the doors opening and her father stepping into the room with a rifle in his hands. A from immediately settled on both Gabriella and Bellamy's faces.

"How long are you gonna keep us locked up in here?" Bellamg asked with an annoyed scowl, a complete contrast to his amused expression from a moment ago.

"Until I'm confident you're no longer a threat to others." Marcus stated coldy, his words making Gabriella scoff.

"The only person I'm a threat to is John Murphy and I'm pretty sure I'd be doing you a favor by kicking his ass out of camp." She sneered, her piercing blue eyes narrowed into a glare and cutting through her father's soul like a knife.

Marcus simply ignored his daughter's words and took a hold of a chair, sitting on it a moment after. "Let's continue. Now you said there were hundreds of grounders attacking. Two hundred? Three hundred?"

"We didn't count." Bellamy snapped, his frustrated tone mirroring Gabriella's frustrated expression perfectly.

"Why do you think they attacked? What provoked them?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes at her father's words and replied in a snarky tone, "What do you think made them attack? The fact that your exodus ship didn't land where it was supposed to and instead of landing in Mount Weather where there was supposed to be supplies, we landed on someone else's territory."

Bellamy nodded in agreement, adding, "We were here. That was enough. We're wasting time. The others didn't just vanish into thin air. They were taken, and we need to go after them."

"Yeah, I second that."

"Search team is preparing to leave but not before we've gotten the untel we need from you." Marcus said, trying to keep his tone stoic but Gabriella still noticed a hint of amusement that just pissed her off even more.

"We need to be on that team." She exclaimed, almost desperately.

"That's out of the question." The new chancellor instantly declined. "You're not trained. It's too dangerous."

Gabriella felt her eye twitch slightly as she raised her voice, "Bellamy was a literal cadet! We both know how to shoot a gun well. Those are our people out there!" A bitter scoff escaped her lips. "You may be the chancellor now, but you are not in control. Not completely. I mean, do you really think the hundred will listen to you if you find them? News flash, they won't. You sent them down here to die but Bellamy, Clarke and I were the ones that kept them alive. They listen to us, not the council."

"Those are our people out there. We are the ones who are supposed to keep them safe." Bellamy added, running a hand over his wounded face.

"They're my people too. You want to help them? Tell me what we're up against...grounder tactics, their numbers, what kind of weapons they used..." Marcus said, trying to sound unbothered by Gabriella snapping at him.

Bellamy hesitated, his eyes briefly flickering to Gabriella's before he sighed and answered "Arrows and spears, axes, swords...their teeth."

"No guns?"

When both delinquents shook their heads, Marcus tilted his head curiously. "You had guns."

"Yeah." Gabriella sighed, making the messy hair move from her eyes a little. "We found those at the aid depot. It leveled the playing field but more of us would survived if we had more bullets--"

"There were more bullets." Her father cut her off. "Search team just returned from the bunker, they found two more barrels full of rifles and a third filled with bullets."

"Shit." Gabriella muttered, resting her tied hands on her knees and burrowing her face in the palms of her hands.

"We should have looked harder." She heard Bellamy mutter with a mix of regret and guilt.

"Keep walking."

Both Gabriella and Bellamy scowled simultaneously at the sight of two guards bringing Murphy into the room.

"What's he doing here?" Bellamy demanded, glaring at the boy.

"Excuse me, Sir. Dr. Griffin cleared Mr. Murphy out of medical." Major Byrne explained.

Marcus tilted his head, as if thinking out his options in his head, before he got up and looked from his daughter and Bellamy to Murphy. He sighed and pointed to a corner. "Put him over there, Major Byrne."

The blonde woman motioned for two guards that carried Murphy in to tie him up while another tied Bellamy down to a metal column by his wrists. In the meantime, Major Byrne grabbed Gabriella by her forearms and did the same thing with her, but on another column.

"Wow." Gabriella scoffed in disbelief. "If you're gonna start locking us up with the biggest psychopaths of the hundred maybe you should go look for Dax's body in the woods, I'm sure he'd really appreciate that "

Murphy gave her a puzzled look while Bellamy briefly rolled his eyes at her poor attempt to lighten up the mood.

"Well, this should be fun."

-

Gabriella squinted, biting her bottom lip in frustration as she tried to hear what the commotion outside camp was about, but could not make out anything: just her father and some people yelling. When the arguing stopped, Gabriella tried to listen for a few more moments until she realized she was not going to pick up on anything and let her head fall against the metal column she was leaning on with a loud thud.

Only ten minutes later, when she was finally starting to enjoy the peace and quiet, a loud scream of pain echoed through camp and made her eyes snap open. Raven.

Now that Abby was there, she was able to perform surgery on her from the bullet wound but she did not think Raven would be in this much pain, or even awake during the surgery. Gabriella screwed her eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the sound of her friend's desperate screams of pain.

"Yeah. That was me at the grounder camp." Murphy said, his voice sounding as bored as it could get as he rambled. "You know, I did everything I could not to scream, but eventually--"

"But eventually, you broke and you told them everything." Bellamy cut him off, his voice dripping in venom.

"And you wouldn't have because you're better than me." Murphy drawled out sarcastically.

"Damn right. I'm not a traitor. I didn't tell them where they could find us." The Blake responded, not even looking at the younger boy.

Murphy grinned without humor. "And I did." Hia face suddenly turned serious as he let his gaze settle on Gabriella. "Yeah, I did. After they tortured me in their prison camp for three days," he looked back at Bellamy with a glare "but go ahead. You just keep believing, even if you are both in here just like me." When he did not receive an answer he turned his head to stare at Gabriella pleadingly. "Come on, Ellie. You must have stuff to say to me. Scream, yell at me, insult me just say something."

"I really don't have anything else to say to you." The blonde said, refusing to let her walls down in front of him again. "You had two choices, you chose wrong and now you have to deal with the consequences."

-

Gabriella could see the night sky through the small windows in the room they were locked in, a sign the sun has set and that they've been there for almost eight hours, without any food or water.

"Get up." Wells ordered, barging into the room unannounced, Finn right by his side with a backpack in his hand and Monroe staying by the doors to keep guard.

Finn threw the backpack in between Gabriella and Bellamy and announced, "We're going after them."

Gabriella's eyebrows shot up in surprise, almost overwhelmed with Wells' change of morals. A month ago, he would not have dared to go against the chancellor's orders.

Wells must have noticed her surprise and smiled slightly. "You didn't think we'd let you rot in here with Murphy while our friends are out there, did you?"

"Well, it's about damn time." Gabriella grinned back at Wells, before he bent down to untie her from the column she was tied to, while Finn did the same with Bellamy. As soon as her hands were free, Gabriella sighed in relief and rubbed them to get rid of the brief pain. "If I get tied up for this reason one more time this week, I'm going to kill myself."

Bellamy snorted at her insinuation and followed her, Wells and Finn towards the door where Monroe was waiting for them in a hurry, when Murphy called after them, "Wait, wait. What about me?"

Gabriella was quick to shake her head with a humorless chuckle. "As if. You think we would let you loose after everything you did? That's hilarious." Clearly, Bellamy had other plans, as he brushed past his co-leader about to untie Murphy, only to have her stop him with a hand to his firm chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Bellamy?"

"He knows where the grounder camp is. He's coming with us." Bellamy simply explained, before shrugging her surprisingly warm hand off of him and untying Murphy.

"No way." Finn shook his head, clearly just as furious about what the boy in question did to his ex-girlfriend.

"Bellamy's right, okay" Murphy said, wincing at the tight grip Bellamy had on his shirt. "I can bring you there."

"Hey, Sterling just signaled. Someone's coming." Monroe called over her shoulder, tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

"Just a second." Wells told her, before chiming in on the argument. "Finn, stay out of it. They're the leaders here, it's their choice if they let him come with us or not."

Both Gabriella and Finn let out a simultaneous defeated sigh, before helping Bellamy drag Murphy out along with them.

When Wells, Finn, Sterling and Monroe led the three prisoners outside of Camp Jaba and they were sure they were out of sight and earshot, Bellamy finally spoke up, "You don't think anyone saw us?"

"Shh." Finn hissed, lowly. "Keep it down."

Gabriella rolled her eyes and was painfully aware that Bellamy was probably doing the same. Their dislike for Finn did not falter the slightest in the last few weeks. They might be on the same side about the situation at hand, but they both knew the only thing he cared about was finding out what happened to Clarke.

They were just not aware of how far he was willing to go just to find her.

After a couple more minutes of walking further into the woods and farther away from the safety of Camp Jaha, a light blinded Gabriella's vision. She blinked a couple of times and recognised David Miller (Nate's dad) staring at them expectantly.

Gabriella was ready to tell the rest of the delinquents besides her to make a run for it, when the woman behind David revealed herself, coming to the light. She raised her eyebrows at the worried expressions on Gabriella and Bellamy's faces and the slightly shaken up Murphy in Bellamy's hold.

"You're late."

"Bellamy decided to bring company." Finn explained bitterly.

Said male shrugged in slight defence. "He's the only person that's been in their camp."

Gabriella rolled her eyes momentarily and swore she saw the corner of Abby's lips twitch into a small smile at the action, before the female doctor reached into the waistband of her pants to pull out a gun. It was smaller than the rifles Gabriella was so used to using by now, but it was something. The youngest Kane reached for the gun and took it in her hands, letting it rest in the waistband of her own pants with a satisfied look on her face.

Abby pulled out one more gun and passed it over to Finn while David pulled out two rifles and gave them to Bellamy and Wells, the latter still being a bit hesitant in using guns but he still accepted it gratefully.

"Here." David nodded, looking between the two leaders. "Find my son. His name is Nathan Miller."

Gabriella saw recognition flash across Bellamy's bloodied features in the dark and both of them nodded at the older guard in understanding.

"Bring them home."

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Lines Crossed

Summary: Being on the ground changed us. We’ve had to fight to survive. But there are just some lines that you don’t cross.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Finn Collins x Fem!Reader (not romantic)

Request:Hey! So im binging fighting for and i just got to the oart where Finn and Murphy r in the village n Finn sees YN just wondering, you dont really gice them much interaction adter that. Think you can do a Lil interaction between them after?

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Everywhere I went, I could feel eyes on me. But every time I looked up, trying to see who it was that was staring at me, there'd be no one. I should be used to it, the staring. Ever since I returned to Camp Jaha, everyone would stare and whisper. 

"That's Abby Griffin's daughter, the one she gave up."

"She escaped from Mount Weather." 

"Yea, because she's crazy. All that time locked away by herself made her snap. She's insane."

"Now that Abby has both of her daughters, we're never going to see our kids again."

I'd done my best to stay away from them, hiding out in mine and Bellamy's room. I'd only really come out to join Clarke and Bellamy, but other than that, I stayed put. Besides, I was basically put on bedrest to let the injuries I'd sustained in Mount Weather heal. But for all of my life I'd been alone, locked in a room with no windows and even though Bellamy was able to get us a room that had a window, I still couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. So, I'd decided to leave. Even if the others talked about me, it'd be no different from when we first landed and the other kids whispered about me. It was hard to walk still, whatever Mount Weather did to my side and hip flaring with each step I took. I was having to use the wall for support, stopping every so often when the pain would get too much. It felt like forever before I finally managed to make it outside, the sun warming me as I limped towards a table. I sat down with a huff, my side burning as I placed my arms on the table, resting my head on my arms as I took deep breaths. 

"Hey."

I jumped, sitting up, pain shooting up my side. I winced, looking up, my eyes widening.

"Finn."

He sat down across from me, offering me a small smile.

"How are you doing?"

I made a face, slightly nodding.

"I'm good."

Finn huffed softly, shaking his head as he slightly grinned.

"We both know that's not true. You passed out and were in the infirmary for hours. You had everyone worried. I was worried."

"Well, I'm fine now."

I went to get up, Finn grabbing my arm, causing me to shoot him a look.

"Finn-"

"Please YN, can we talk?"

I sighed softly, nodding. 

"Okay."

I sat back down, looking over at Finn.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry."

I tilted my head to the side, slightly making a face.

"For what?"

"The village. I- I just got so angry. I thought they knew where you were. I thought they'd kidnapped you-"

He took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"I thought they'd killed you."

"But they didn't. I wasn't even with them."

He nodded, sighing softly.

"I know that- now. But at the time I didnt. They had our things, we'd assumed they had you too."

I shook my head, looking down at the table.

"You slaughtered an entire village, Finn. You murdered innocent people."

"For you."

I gasped softly, looking up at him.

"I didn't make you pull the trigger, Finn. You did that. Not me."

"I was looking for you, YN. I went into that village looking for you. Everything I did was because I was trying to find you."

I shook my head, clenching my jaw.

He nodded, sighing softly.

"I know. And I know now that what I did was wrong. I was blinded, angry and hurt.”

He looked up at me, his eyes soft.

“Because you were gone."

"You can't blame me for your actions Finn."

He jerked slightly, shaking his head.

"I'm not. I’m not. I- I'm just trying to get you to understand."

I shook my head, huffing.

"Yeah well, I don't." 

He nodded, reaching across the table, placing his hand over mine.

"I was looking for you because I love you. I love you, YN."

I shook my head, pulling my hand away from him.

"Finn, I love Bellamy. I'm with Bellamy."

He nodded, clenching his jaw.

"I know."

"You can't justify murder by saying you did it because you love me. If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have done what you did."

"YN please-"

I shook my head, standing up.

"No. I don't love you Finn. I love Bellamy. I'm in love with Bellamy. If this is you trying to get me to pick, then I choose Bellamy. I will always choose Bellamy."

I turned, walking back towards the ark. 

"YN please, I'm sorry!"

I ignored him, shaking my head as I walked into the ark, turning down the hall. I stopped at the window, looking out towards the tables, seeing Finn still at the table, staring at the space I was sitting at, tears falling down his face. 

“Hey.”

I turned, seeing Bellamy. He placed a hand on my uninjured side, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“What’re you doing out here?”

I looked up at him, offering him a small smile as I leaned closer to him.

“Just getting some air.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“Are you okay? In any pain?”

I smiled, shaking my head.

“No, I’m not in any pain.”

He huffed, shaking his head.

“YN.”

“I’m fine, honest. Are you free? Or do you-”

He shook his head, grabbing my hand.

“I’m free. I was looking for you, actually.”

“Really? Why?”

“Got us some food. Took it to our room thinking you would be there, but surprise surprise, you weren’t.”

I grinned, shrugging slightly.

“Sorry.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Come on.”

Bellamy kept his arm around me as we walked back to our room, opening the door and letting me in first before he closed the door behind him.

“Alright, lets see it.”

I turned, making a face as I looked up at Bellamy, his hands on his hips.

“See what?”

“Your side and hip. Lets see it.”

“Why?”

“I can literally see the pain on your face. Plus, you were leaning against me pretty heavily. And you were limping.”

I sighed, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and lifting it. I tried to pull my shorts down, Bellamy walked towards me, helping me with the shorts, his hand warm against me as he helped me step out of them, my hands on his shoulders.

“You’re bleeding again.”

I looked down, seeing the gauze stained.

“Must’ve happened while I was out.”

Bellamy nodded as he gently pulled at the tape, one hand on my other hip as he helped hold me steady. After he cleaned it, he placed a new gauze over it, taping it down. He leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss over the gauze, causing me to grin.

“There.”

He stood up, my hands falling down his arms as he gently squeezed my uninjured side. 

“Wanna eat or lay down?”

“Lay down, please.”

He nodded, helping me get into the bed. He climb in after me, laying on his back, one hand under his head as I moved closer to him, laying my head on his chest while he wrapped his other arm around me, drawing mindless patterns on my back.

“So, are you going to tell me what you were really up to, or do I have to guess?”

I sighed, running my fingers along his chest.

“It was just- I felt trapped, here. I- I’ve been in the skybox my entire life and I was alone. I just- I needed some air. And Finn, he found me while I was out.”

Bellamy’s hand on my back froze as he leaned up slightly, looking down at me.

“He do something to you?”

I shook my head, turning so I could see Bellamy.

“No, he didn’t do anything.”

“Say something?”

“He wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For what happened at the village. He said that he thought they had us, had me. That he was out there for me.”

I took a deep breath, waying my options before I sighed.

“He also said he loves me. That that’s why he did what he did.”

Bellamy grip on me tightened, causing me to shake my head as I leaned up, ignoring the flare of pain from my side and hip.

“I told him that I didn’t love him. That I’m in love with you. If he’s trying to get me to pick, it’s you. It’ll always be you, Bellamy.”

Bellamy’s lip quriked up as he looked down at me, tilting his head to the side.

“That mean I can’t go beat him up?”

“It does. He’s an idiot, but he’s still our friend.”

“One punch?”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Not even one.”

He huffed, pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

I grinned, moving to lay back down, nuzzling close to him.

“I know.”

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STACKED100 - JANUARY POST

what is stacked100?

It’s something I thought up, inspired in part by “stackednatural”, but mostly by myself doing this with The Vampire Diaries this last year (see my #stackediaries tag). The gist of it is that you watch each episode of the show on the anniversary of their airing date. It “officially” started in October (with only two episodes) and it would end in September 2024. You can see the full schedule here.

what are we supposed to do with this

Whatever the hell you want lmao. Tag whatever post you make #stacked100 and go for it! Gifsets, live blogging, discussions… engage with other people as much or as little as you want. Watch some episodes and not others, for any reason. I’m doing this to have some fun with this VERY polarizing show, seeing how my perspective might be changed with hindsight + this specific way of watching it, and a bit because I miss my little corner of this messy as fuck fandom. But this is something you can do in whichever manner works for you, mate.

episodes to watch this month

(still very few!)

January 21st.

Season 2 Episode 9, “Remember Me”. The alliance between Camp Jaha and the Grounders is jeopardized when Gustus is poisoned. Meanwhile at Mount Weather, Monty lands himself in hot water.

Season 3 Episode 1, “Wanheda: Part 1”. After leaving Camp Arkadia due to her inability to accept her actions, Clarke sets out on her own, dealing with her emotions while encountering new challenges. Camp Arkadia begins to see political turmoil as the hunger for power mounts.

January 28th

Season 2 Episode 10, “Survival of the Fittest”. Clarke and Lexa encounter a new enemy. Bellamy and Lincoln work together to break into Mount Weather. Murphy helps Jaha confront his past. Indra makes Octavia an offer she can't refuse.

Season 3 Episode 2, “Wanheda: Part 2”. Bellamy and Kane put their lives on the line to rescue Clarke; Abby considers opening Mount Weather as a medical facility; Murphy schemes against Jaha.