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looooooooomis · 5 years ago

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F I N A L G I R L | O N E

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t o n e | c o r n m a z e

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), angst, drinking, fluff, pending smut + mentions of smut. as mentioned, part 2 will be allllllllll the smut x

You were going to kill Randy.

In fact, as the five of you crossed the threshold into the corn maze, you thought of the various ways you could do it without it coming back to you. You could strangle him with the tape of one of his precious Jamie Lee Curtis flicks, you could push an entire shelving unit of said movies on him during one of his shifts, hell, you could just lure him over to your house with the promise of sex before ultimately throwing him out your window. Any of the above sounded good to you tonight because the bastard was running late. Which meant that you were currently fifth wheeling on what was supposed to be a slightly boozy corn maze with your friends. Only now it was a slightly boozy corn maze with yourself and two loved up couples as you all impatiently waited for the idiot to arrive.

Yeah, you were definitely going to kill Randy.

You and Randy were friends, had been for years, and you were always there for each other when it came to these types of activities. Nobody liked being a fifth wheel but at least with two single people in your little gaggle of friends, it made things easier. You were happy as a clam being single, you preferred it in many ways if you were being honest, but at least with Randy around, you could ignore the weight of his stare.

Billy’s stare.

His brown eyes were on you constantly. You could feel them on your skin, feel them raking over every inch of you as though he was trying to soak you in from afar. His stare had a weight to it, you found. No matter how far away he was or where you two were – be it at school or hanging out or even in a goddamn corn maze – you felt him all over you.

At least with Randy around, it was easy to ignore. The two of you could joke around and escape the couples long enough to focus on anything else but the weight of Billy’s stare. But tonight, it was impossible to ignore, and you hated Randy in that moment for unknowingly leaving you with the one man you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for the better part of three years.

You hated Billy more, though, for making you feel as though every inch of your skin was on fire. For making you feel this level of guilt each and every time you hung around with Sid. Sid was one of your best friends, as was Tatum, which only made this entire situation so much worse.

“You think they’ll kick us out if they find out we’re loaded?” Stu asked with a quiet chuckle, glancing behind them for effect as though he was being tailed by the owners of the farm.

Tatum smacked his chest. “Maybe if you said it a little louder, Shit for Brains.”

Stu giggled again and slipped his hand into his jacket before pulling out a mickey of cheap vodka wrapped haphazardly in a brown paper bag. “Then I guess they’d be really mad at this.”

Tatum opened her mouth to tell him off but seeing it as your only saving grace, you reached across the divide and plucked it out of his hands to take a big sip. The vodka burned all the way down your throat, and you could feel all eyes on you as you licked the remainder of it from your lips and bottled it back up before handing it back to Stu. “You’re a saint, Stu.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Tatum laughed, “I can’t even be mad at that.”

Stu was smirking across at you, knowing exactly why you were choosing the bottle tonight which only made you feel worse than you did. Of course he knew. Where there was a Billy, there was a Stu. The pair didn’t have secrets between them much to your chagrin which only made nights like this all the more awkward.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Sid asked, sweet as ever.

Your stomach twisted in your gut at the genuine concern radiating off of Sid’s features and your heart fell into your stomach when you watched her lovingly place her head on Billy’s shoulder. Where the fuck was Randy?

“All good, Sid,” you smacked on a breezy grin and shot her what you only hoped was a convincing wink. “I haven’t done a corn maze since I was a kid, just preparing myself is all.”

Tatum leaned into Stu’s lean torso and frowned. “Why? You scared?”

“Nah, she’s not scared,” Stu hummed, grinning across at you with a gleam in his eye. “On edge, maybe. Why so jittery, girl?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped him the bird just as Billy spoke up. “She’s not jittery, pencil dick,” his velvety voice was closer than you’d expected and when you saw him reach for the bottle in Stu’s pocket to take a rather big gulp himself, you swallowed hard. “She’s just getting this party started.”

You held his stare for a moment, feeling your entire body light up like a switchboard, before the familiar voice of Randy rang out. Breathlessly, he waved you all down and grinned. “What’s this I hear about a party?”

Tatum rolled her eyes and hugged her jacket closer to her body. “About time you got here, dick, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I know a way we can warm up,” Stu teased as he leaned down to nibble at her neck.

Despite your mood, you found yourself smiling across at the pair. They were a good match and you could tell that Stu genuinely made Tatum happy. Just as Billy made Sid happy. Your smile fell at the thought.

Randy’s eyes circled around your group of friends briefly before he threw an arm around your unsuspecting shoulders. “What did I miss?”

“The usual,” you chimed in, smiling across at him. “Tatum and Stu sucking face, Billy and Sid cuddling up and me drinking my weight in cheap beer from Stu’s dad’s mini fridge in the garage.”

Randy grinned. “I chugged a couple beers before I left the video store, so good to know we’re all on the same level.”

Your chest was already starting to feel lighter now that Randy was around. Granted, Billy’s eyes hadn’t left yours for a second since Randy slung his arm around you, but that was to be expected. At least you had Randy here now. With that kind of distraction, you’d be just fine.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Billy suggested, running a hand through his unruly mop of brown hair. When everyone’s eyes were on him, you could have sworn he gave you a little smirk before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “We should split up.”

“Fuck that,” Tatum laughed, “no chance in hell.”

“Yeah,” Sid agreed quietly, “I don’t know.”

“That’s literally what they tell you not to do in scary movies,” you chuckled. “When everyone splits up, trouble starts.”

Sid shivered and leaned into Billy’s chest. “Yeah, Billy, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Oh, come on,” he was grinning excitedly now, looking between Stu and Randy for backup. “It’ll be like the movies. Dumb teenagers wander into a corn maze and split up for the sake of the plot. Halloween’s tomorrow - why the hell not, right?”

A slow grin began to pull on Stu’s face as he listened to Billy. There was a mutual understanding between the two men in that instance and if you blinked for just a second longer, you would have missed it.

It made you nervous.

“Dumb teens wander into a corn maze on the night before Halloween,” Randy repeated, “you know what, I like it. I’m in.”

You snapped your neck up to look at him. “What the hell happened to the Do’s and Don’ts of a horror movie? This is easily number one: Don’t split up.”

But Randy only shrugged. “I’m still a virgin, I’m safe.”

“How about you three idiots stick together,” Tatum gestured to the boys, “and the three of us stick together. Whoever makes it out first gets a prize.”

You and Sid were nodding along to her words, but Stu simply pulled her in for a quick kiss and laughed. “Or we all split up and see where the night takes us.”

“I’m not Lewis and Clark, Stu,” you grumbled, “I had every intention of letting Randy and Sid lead us out of here alive while the rest of us idiots followed.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Billy smirked across at you, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Sid seemed to still be unsure of the entire situation as she mulled over the suggestion. “Y/N is right, what if people get left behind?”

“It’s corn, not the berlin wall,” Stu pointed out incredulously. “Fucking walk through the stacks until you find an exit if you get too lost.” As if on cue, Stu’s eyes lit up as he noticed one particular bend of the maze that held six different options. With a burst of laughter, he took off running towards it and pointed to his newfound discovery. “If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

You, Sid, and Tatum begrudgingly followed the boys to where Stu now stood giddily beaming across at everyone. “This is a stupid fucking idea,” Tatum grumbled as she took her place in the row beside her boyfriend. “We only brought one flashlight, how do you idiots plan on seeing the route?”

“Here,” Billy gently tossed the flashlight to Tatum and shrugged. “Moon is bright enough for me.”

With another roll of her eyes Tatum flicked the flashlight on and scowled across at her route. “Girls, if you see a flashlight, come to me.”

Stu laughed. “What about me?”

“You lost that right when you agreed to this stupid idea,” she groused. “You’re on your own.”

Grinning – and probably much drunker than he gave himself credit for – Stu rubbed his hands together and began counting down from three.

“You okay to do this, Sid?” You found yourself asking. Her mother had only died a few months prior and the idea of the poor girl meandering around alone in a cornfield sounded barbaric considering what she’d just been through.

“I’m fine,” Sid vowed, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

“It’s okay, Sid,” Randy muttered. “You’re safe, I promise.”

By the time Stu reached one, you took a hesitant step forward and embraced the darkness that surrounded you once you delved further and further down your path. You could hear the footsteps and crunches of the stacks around you as your friends eventually all split up to take their own trail and you swore that you heard Randy bump into Sid a few minutes in, putting you slightly at ease to know she wasn’t going through the maze alone. But, as time went on and you continued to circle the gigantic moonlight maze by yourself, your nerves began to eat away at you.

You weren’t one to scare easy but there was something about being on your own in the middle of a corn maze that was eerily off-putting. You’d seen Children of the Corn one too many times to feel at ease right now and the fact you could only see a few feet in front of you at any given time wasn’t helping one iota.

Hugging your denim jacket tighter around your body, you turned left and were met with a dead end. Groaning, you threw your head back in defeat and turned on your heel to retrace your steps but stopped when you heard a loud snap come from the wall of tall corn stacks before you. Swallowing hard, you narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see through the wall of decaying crop, but it was to no avail.

You couldn’t see a damned thing.

Another snap of a corn stock echoed out before you, making your skin crawl. Why the fuck had you agreed to splitting up? This is exactly how every horror movie you’d ever seen started and sure enough, here you were. About to be killed by a child of the corn on the eve of your favourite holiday.

Another snap.

And then, just as you were prepared to run for your life, a husky raccoon came bounding out of the thick hedge with a mouthful of hard corn. Your scream caught in your throat as you jumped back from the wild animal but, before you could think of bounding away, your back connected into someone’s chest.

With a high-pitched yelp, you turned only to be met with Billy’s wide brown eyes watching your every move. “Hey,” he cooed, reaching across to steady you. “You okay?”

That familiar cologne of his hit you like a tonne of bricks and for just a second, you allowed yourself to get lost in it. You knew that smell well. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up to that smell all over your pillows and sheets, wafting all over your bedroom like a slow mist that never quite subsided. Swallowing hard, you blinked out of your reverie and took an instinctual step back. “I’m fine,” you breathed out, “a racoon just scared me, is all.”

He glanced over your shoulder briefly before those brown pools soaked you in yet again. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You’ve barely said a word to me all week.”

You offered him a polite smile. “I’m fine, Billy. Just been a busy week. With swimming practice and—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he muttered, voice strained. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Billy,” you sighed, pinching your brow, “I’m not doing this here. We can’t.”

His brows pulled together and a pained look crossed over his handsome features. “I meant what I said,” he rasped out. “You’re my girl, Y/N.”

“No, see that’s bullshit, Billy,” you bit back, “Sid is your girl. I’m just an easy lay. That’s all I’ve been for the last six months and I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

“You can’t believe that,” he stepped towards you and visibly flinched when you stepped back. “Sure, Sid’s a good girl but it’s compli—”

“Complicated,” you choked, “yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few hundred times in the last six months, Billy. And you’re right. It is complicated because me and you are making it complicated. For god’s sake, she’s one of my best friends, Billy. I’m fucking one of my best friends’ boyfriends. Do you get how fucked up that is?”

“Me and Sid are complicated,” he reiterated, ignoring your little tirade entirely. “But me and you, sweetheart, we work. We’ve always worked. You’re it for me. You’re my final girl.”

You shook your head and grabbed his wrist, yanking him closer to you to avoid having one of your friends creep up on the two of you and hear him rambling on. “Jesus, scream it a little louder, moron,” you growled, pulling him into the corner of the maze where the racoon had just jumped out of. “What is wrong with you? Do you want one of them to hear you?”

“I don’t care,” he admitted, “I miss you. I miss feeling you squirm against me when we watch a scary movie. I miss smelling you all over me the next morning. My fucking pillow smells like your shampoo and the fact that you haven’t so much as said a word to me this week is killing me, Y/N.”

Looking over his shoulder to ensure none of your friends were coming, you nearly hissed as you pulled him further into the thick wall of corn stocks. The tall stacks towered over the two of you and shielded you away from any prying eyes.

“One week, Billy. It’s been one week and it’s hurting you? Try being in love with someone for three fucking years and watching them fall in love with someone else. And then, when he can’t get his whistle wet with his girlfriend, he ends up in your bed.” You ground your teeth together in an effort to control the burst of emotion pounding in your chest. “That is the shit that hurts, Billy. I wasn’t good enough to be your girlfriend, but I was easy enough for you to sleep with and I was so enamoured with you that I was willing to overlook the fact I’m hurting Sid each and every time we do it. I won’t do it anymore.”

The moon managed to seep in through a barren patch of the maze wall and struck Billy in such a way that you lost your breath. Those brown eyes you’d fallen in love with all those years back were glued to your face. He’d always had this air of intensity about him but, right now, looking at the long shadows cast against his face from the illumination of the moon, that intensity had all but dissipated. You’d never seen Billy look more beautiful in your life.

The silence that followed your words was thick and tense, but those damn eyes never left your face. Not even for a second. Slowly, Billy leaned in and, in the softest voice you’d ever heard him speak, he managed to break your heart all over again. “You love me?”

“Oh, shut-up,” you snarled, “like you didn’t know.”

“How the fuck would I have known that?” he whispered, taking a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” You snapped. “Billy, you have a girlfriend. I’m already fucking you, what am I going to do? Confess all of this in between sucking your dick and packing up before Sidney catches wind of us?”

“Don’t cheapen it,” he cautioned, “not when it comes to us.”

“There is no ‘us’, Billy!” You reminded him. “There is a you and there is a Sidney. Then there is me.”

“Fuck Sidney,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “And don’t act like it’s only been sex between us.”

You snorted. “Maybe the odd movie, sure.”

Anger flickered across his face as he took another step closer, backing you into a particularly sturdy corn stock. This was a side of Billy you rarely saw, this unhinged almost animalistic side that came out when his emotions got too overwhelming. You’d seen this look only once before. It was few weeks into your sneaky little affair when Billy had snuck in through your bedroom window with red, bloodshot eyes and bleeding knuckles. It was the night his mother had left, and he’d just had lost a one-sided fight with the brick wall of his house.

“You were there for me when nobody else was,” he leaned his forehead against yours and you watched the muscle in his cheek clench several times over as he chewed on his words. “When my mother left, you were the one that was there for me. Not Sidney, not my father – you.” You felt his hands trail up your jean-clad hips before guiding your hips towards the thick corn stock behind you. You should have pushed him away, stuck to your guns, and ran off to find the rest of your friends. But, you couldn’t. Not with Billy looking at you the way he was.

“Billy,” you tried, but there was no conviction behind it. “I meant what I said.”

“Which part?” He asked. “When you said you loved me or when you said you couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Both,” you told him. “Sidney’s a good friend and—”

A growl escaped his throat as he shut his eyes, but he never stepped away. With his forehead still leaning against yours, it was as though he was afraid to break contact in fear of losing you all over again. “Can we not talk about Sid for one goddamn second?” He took a few even breaths before those brown eyes opened back up, capturing your gaze instantly. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” you warned him. This time it was your turn to shut your eyes as the pain of hearing those three little words sliced you from stem to stern. “That’s not fair, Billy.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” You felt his hands slither up the side of your waist and up the length of your body until they cradled your face. “Look at me.”

“No,” you griped, “to both of your questions. Don’t say shit you don’t mean, not when it comes to that. It’s cruel.”

His calloused thumb danced across the apple of your cheek. “Look at me,” he demanded, barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Frowning, you opened your eyes but remained silent. Bumping your nose with his, Billy pushed your hair back and away from your face and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”

“You’re with Sidney,” you reminded him, sounding like a broken record. “If you loved me, we wouldn’t be hiding in the middle of a goddamn corn maze while our friends blindly stumble around looking for the exit.”

“Stu knows,” he admitted. “And when it’s a good time, so will everyone else.”

“Colour me shocked,” you rolled your eyes. “Stu knows everything.”

“You think I don’t want to parade you all over town?” Billy questioned. “I get so heated when I see Randy or any of those goons on the football team flirt with you. I want you every second of the day.”

You swallowed hard. “Then please, Billy, just be honest with me. Tell me why things are so fucking complicated with Sid? I get break-ups are hard but cheating on her isn’t the answer.”

Billy was truly torn as he took in the desperation in your eyes. Things with Sid were complicated but not in the way you thought they were. There were no feelings involved with Sid, at least not the romantic kind, but there was no chance in hell he was divulging his plans with Sidney. Not with you. He couldn’t stomach the idea of losing you knowing full-well you’d try and sway him on it. Or worse. What if you went to the police about it? What if you tried to stop him? No. He wasn’t getting you involved. You were the one person in his life who hadn’t let him down and he was hell-bent on doing the same for you.

The less you knew, the better.

“Just give me some time, alright?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands to ghost his lips across your knuckles. “She’s still dealing with the loss of her mother. I can’t spring a break-up on her, too. Not yet. But soon,” he kissed your hand, “I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt her any more than we already have, Billy,” you told him, “we could end this here and now and then when you do break-up, we can continue whatever the hell this is. But we shouldn’t d—”

Before you could say another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Everything about this man was electric and despite everything – the guilt, the secrets, all of it – the way his lips seemed to mould against yours so perfectly, stopped you dead in your tracks. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “I really do fucking love you.”

You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he continued his assault down your jaw towards your neck where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. “You give me a fucking hickey and you’re dead,” you chastised breathlessly. When he responded with a gentle bite, you gave his hair another gentle tug. “I mean it, Loomis.”

Pulling back from your neck, you were met with one of Billy’s rare but genuine grins. He was all teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours again, scraping his thumbnail gently across your cheek as he fought to catch his breath. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Your girlfriend would beg to differ, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Groaning quietly at the mess you and Billy had created for yourselves, you reached up and pushed a strand of his brown hair back and away from his face. “We should go,” you told him. “Before anyone besides Stu finds us.”

Giving you one final peck, he nodded in agreement and pushed a few stocks aside for you to escape from. Before you stepped out of the covering, however, Billy reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I promise, Y/N, everything is going to work out for us.”

Giving him a small, resigned smile, you leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “I’ll leave my bedroom window open tonight,” you told him. “Do what you will with that information.”

Billy watched you disappear back into the maze with a shit-eating grin on his face. God, he was in deep with you. Too deep, perhaps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not yet, at least. For now, he had you back and he had no intention of letting you go again.

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friggsdc · 4 years ago

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Title: little delinquent pt ii

part i | part ii | part iii

Warnings: Female!reader (bat!sis), mostly family fluff, AU, hurt/comfort, language

word count: 4000~

It had Bruce and Dick sharing a look for a moment before the latter spoke up, “It’s not like I’m against continuing to expand the family, but…” he eyed the child you held nervously, “please don’t start bringing home every child you find…” he tilted his head, “he’s bad enough.” Bruce settled a light glare at his first son (that definitely wasn’t what Bruce was thinking), though Dick was stilled by the way your eyes narrowed at him instead.

“His name is Terrence,” that was all you said, brushing past as they were suddenly on guard at the inherited Wayne-scowl on your face.

a/n: still no jaybird lmao I’m sorry, but I brought in mamabat duke, because he’s the best at being a mamabat without smothering you like your other siblings. Steph too because she’s your sweet bean partner in crime u v u)9 For my sanity, Metropolis is in Deleware across the bay from Jersey (tho Gotham is still north of Atlantic City).

He wasn’t certain if he should be proud or upset at how quickly you’d turned Tim against him, the two of you now working in unison, playing ‘keep away from big papa Bruce.’ No matter when he tried to approach you, something always seemed to happen or come up, and it was actually starting to get on his nerves. Worse was Damian seemed to be joining in, his rebellious nature being nurtured by the influence of both Tim and yourself.

He knew it would be difficult to deal with you and your ability to hide anything, just like you could hide yourself, but… Now he had to deal with more than just you, and Tim wasn’t going to make it any easier for him. Oh no, this was going to be a headache with you two. And Damian… He couldn’t trust that his son wouldn’t give away anything he did to you, his loyalties giving out to the growing childish nature he was developing. Bruce was again at a loss, should he be happy Damian was acting his age, or upset that he was more interested in working with the ‘opposition?.’

“It’s not a mission,” Damian had commented, so it was “fair game.”

He rested his head in his hands, fingers lightly massaging his temples as his elbows supported him, propping him up on the ornate desk in his study. Fucking hell, he had to outsmart both the tech sleuth and the stealth agent of the family. Information was literally their game. Rather than giving into the growing frustration in his stomach, he stood up, now a bat on a mission as he quickly headed down to the cave. He thanked his moody bat heart that it was just two of his kids (he wasn’t certain of Damian yet, the wild card), and not… more…

The League computers would definitely come in handy right about now.

He was gonna go full fucking vigilante detective bat mode on his kids.

Again.

He groaned.

[bigR] Dad took off for the League, bet you can guess why.

Flipping your personal phone closed with a light snort, you refocused your attention on buckling the toddler into the hand-me-down car seat. You’d definitely have to get him a new one on your shopping trip, you just hoped Duke’s car could fit everything…

Damian was securing his sword between him and the kid before he crawled in, closing the door and putting on his safety belt. You grinned at him as he avoided your smile, looking away instead, “hurry up.” Shaking your head, you leaned in to rub your nose against Terrence’s own, his chubby fingers coming up to grab at your face, hair, clothes, ears, and earrings ohgodstop. Having cooed at him enough, and having been assaulted by his little nails, scratches now on your chin, you leaned back and out of his reach, closing the door softly.

“Are you sure it’s okay to shirk off for the day? You’re the one usually patrolling at this time…” you headed to the passenger side, “Big guy said it was fine, besides…” Duke smiled and nodded his head towards the car with a wink, “wouldn’t want to leave you alone with a bunch of kids.” It’s not like he was wrong, but you were skilled enough to handle your brother and… son… ah… that was going to get some getting used to. A smile and spread on your face with a light laugh as you climbed in, settling, and closed the door behind you, “ready to get going?” Damian glared at you before refocusing his attention on Terrence, ignoring your obviously dumb question, “Pennyworth mentioned Todd having finally gotten back before I left.”

Duke had started up the car and checked over everything before heading down the manor drive, now officially on the road. Meanwhile, you hummed happily, “guess I’ll have to go see him when we get back.” Damian made a face, “gross.” You rolled your eyes in amusement, “you knew what my reaction was gonna be.”

The two were ridiculous in how they treated each other, honestly.

“It’s still gross.”

The ride down the ocean side drive was calming, the windows lowered to let the cool ocean breeze in. Damian was back to his “poking the toddler’s nose” game, having gotten used to the sound of a baby, and no longer acting like it wasn’t his fault when he made the toddler laugh.

Meanwhile,

“So, who made you the baby-sitter?” Duke kept his eyes on the road, the ever-responsible budding adult that he was, “Bruce, actually.” He grinned at the way you looked at him, catching sight from the corner of his eye, “surprising, I know. Woulda thunk Tim’d have asked, huh?”

Nodding, you leaned back, “well, I mean, yeah. He’s been pretty upset since the other day, he won’t leave Terrence and I alone at the manor. He’s been staying over...” You might have felt bad for lying to Duke, but the truth was that you were lying to everyone but Tim at this point. Not that it was the first time you’d lied to them. You told the truth so often that they took you at your word, never catching on when you did fib, but you were pretty certain this would blow up in your face.

They’d catch you eventually.

This wasn’t one of those easy to digest lies either, that was the complicated part. It terrified you how they’d react once they learned the truth.

Then…

Before that happened, you made the silent determination that you’d make your… son a part of the family. They won’t be able to decide anything for him then, they’d be in too deep, you’d make certain.

Yeah, you could be a little… manipulative sometimes.

Probably something you got from your father.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, sorry, nothing. My mind was just wandering,” Duke frowned a little, flipping on his blinker while coming to a slow crawl, “not believing you.”

Turning your head to him, your grin was a bit scary, “okay, so, I was just thinking about if your car can fit everything I’m going to want to buy.” It was enough to distract him, a groan finding its way out as he pulled into the ticketing line for the ferry.

“If..??”

Now, to really drive it home, you pulled something from your purse and waved it at him, “Is… is that…” he eyed it nervously. “Yes, yes it is, dear brother.” His ears burned as he turned his eyes from you, hand now outstretched in your direction.

“You’re paying the ferry, then…” he muttered.

You put your dad’s credit card on his palm,

“Rich little daddy’s girl.”

This time the snort came from the back seat, “I have one as well, Thomas. You need only ask father.”

Duke sputtered and refused to acknowledge either of you till after having crossed the Deleware Bay.

Rich kids. Honestly.

Metropolis always amazed you, honestly, the bright skies overhead and the amount of people without a care in the world was enviable. Still, it just wasn’t… home. By now you’d developed some serious Stockholm for the cesspit that is Gotham. Even so, you preferred to go shopping here, their selection of high-quality stores mixed with less people recognizing you, and your family, were boons.

As you stared up at the towering high rise in front of you, Damian having disappeared inside minutes before, there was one other reason for coming to Metropolis…

“You’re always so slow! I told you to hurry up!!”

“Who’s slow?! You’re the slow one!!”

“Boys, please—”

The loud sound of twin crashes echo’d out the opened lobby door, the two boys in question bounding out with plenty of energy and two very red chins. “That… looks painful…” you smiled, walking over to check Damian’s face for actual injury.

“Tt, I’m fine.” He smacked your hand away, glaring at the super next to him, rubbing his own, already healing chin. “Hey Jon, enjoying Metropolis?” The bright-eyed boy, sans cape, grinned at you from ear to ear, “There’s so much to do here!” he almost lifted off the ground in his excitement, “but I miss the farm.” A chuckle came from the entrance to the building, deep and warm and just as kind as the child now sticking his tongue out at your youngest brother. On the man’s broad shoulder was an overnight bag, and a sheepish smile on his face as if he felt guilty.

He probably did, the two boys were a handful.

Duke was leaning against the roof of the car with a huge dopey smile on his face, waving at the man approaching, “Hello, you must be the chaperone, Duke Thomas?” your newest brother nodded enthusiastically, almost at a loss for words, “Yup! I-I mean y-yes, it’s nice to meet you, sir!” Clark only chuckled, far too used to such formalities, “Clark is fine, our families are… close, after all.” He watched the boys pull at each other’s faces in mock battle.

“Ah, Clark! It’s been a while!” the older male smiled as he stopped a few feet from you and the car, hands resting on his hips, “Miss Wayne.” Near immediately, his eyes shifted to the backseat of the car and he leaned against the door, looking in.

“Bruce has another kid? He looks like how I always imagined him to look as a kid, suspiciously innocent,” you froze, and he would have laughed at the thought of Bruce with more secret kids, but he straightened. Looking at you in concern instead, he started, “I know he’s not… the most affectionate father, but…” you quickly shook your head, attempting damage control. “It… no, he’s not dad’s…” You laughed nervously at the look on his face, his hand raising to point at you as his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to process.

“Yup. He’s… His name is Terrence, and he’s… my… son…” your tone turned warm and kind, and your eyes settled on the babe in the car with all the grace of a mother, just like Lois when Jon had been born, the older super nodded thoughtfully. “I’m glad it’s you, then. If anyone in that family can raise a good kid, it’ll be you.” The two of you shared an understanding smile, though yours was accompanied by a twitch or two, swearing he enjoyed his little joke, before he turned his head painfully in surprise, as if an enemy had suddenly appeared.

Following his sight, you had to laugh at the dark glare on Damian’s face directed at Clark, “well, I think it’s time I take my leave, then.” He scratched the back of his head, avoiding the kid’s gaze. He wanted to inquire more about the new addition to the family, but it would have to wait. Jon gave his dad a huge hug, getting his hair ruffled in the process as Clark waved at Duke, chucking the overnight bag into the car.

With a last good-bye to you, he turned high-tail and ran, as if he were almost eager to get away. Watching him jog slowly inside the building, you almost swore his steps were far lighter than his build, “probably prefers to float…” looking away, you missed him trip.

“Alright, c’mon you two. Get in.” when you’d opened the door, the two boys stared in horror, “I’m not sitting in the middle.” Damian ground out before Jon pushed him with more force than Damian could resist, “HE’S YOUR BROTHER!!! YOU SIT IN THE MIDDLE!”

“STUPID! HE’S MY NEPHEW!”

“Still, you sit next to him…” Jon pouted, and combined with your stare, Damian crawled in with a grumble, “Stupid super.” Jon ignored him without issue, and you’d have to ask Damian about it later, curious as to why his best friend was so used to his insults like it was a common occurrence? Then he climbed in after, shutting the door behind him.

“Nerves of steel, that one,” you mumbled, getting back in the car as Duke laughed lightly, starting the car up before heading a bit further into the city. After a few minutes and a few stop lights, Duke gave in to the side-glances you kept giving him, having caught them from the corner of his own eyes, “what now?” The growing devious grin on your face had him on edge, “speaking of nerves of steel…” a shiver hit the back of his neck, “please don’t.” His begging stopped nothing, “fanboy,” but of course you would, and he did his best to pay attention to the road, “don’t make me ignore you all day.”

“I thought it was cute though? Haha, Izzy would be jealous.”

“It’s… I mean, he was…” his ears were burning, especially at the mention of Isabella’s name, and he pouted worse than Jon had.

“I know, but still. You know you’ve met him before, right?” Duke looked like he wanted to disappear in his seat, “just… in costume…” you hummed in amusement.

It didn’t take long for Duke to pull into the parking lot at one of the high-end furniture stores, resting his head on the steering wheel for a moment after parking. The two boys were already out of the car, bickering and racing into the store, “you have no taste! It’s all dark! You can’t put a baby in a depressing room!”

“YOU WANT TO BLIND HIM WITH BRIGHT COLORS!”

“YOU WANT TO SCARE HIM WITH DOOM AND GLOOM!”

The two were practically racing at this point, shoving each other back and forth, though Jon often made Damian stumble through raw strength, and Damian often made Jon trip through dirty tricks.

“Aaaaand there they go.” You were already out of the car as you said it, heading to the driver’s backside door. Duke stepped out before stilling, his face falling at the straps in your hand, outstretched towards him, “you have got to be kidding.”

“Nope, you’re the babysitter today, Papa Duke.”

He took the child carrier from you, strapping the pack on with a depressed aura of resignation, “this so doesn’t look cool.” You snickered as you transferred Terrence over to the pack on Duke’s front, “yeah, but people won’t mess with a big guy like you. Besides, I can handle Damian better than you, can you take care of our son?” you teased him.

“Yeah, I can take care of… him…” Duke eyed the child looking around at everything he could, taking in every sight with silent baby contemplation skills, thumb in his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Izzy about us,” you thought for a moment as he ignored your comments, switching tactics. Eyeing him before patting him on the shoulder, you began heading after the two boys, “when you get back, tell Izzy you think she looks like a piece of candy.”

He had a confused look as he followed after you, catching up in a speed walk, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Not only did his ears turn red, but his entire face and neck burned hot at the suggestive smile on your face, “Oh… wait, w-why out of nowhere though?!”

“You forget, I live with nothing but men. Harper’s not around often and Steph is the only female I see on a regular basis.”

“Get some friends,” he groaned.

“That’s what family is for.”

Ugh.

Shopping actually went a lot better than expected, and you were able to get a new car seat at the behest of Damian, “no way you’re using a hand-me-down,” he all but threatened. There were some smaller things you could easily fit into the car, a few boxes, one for a mobile, one for a few bed sets, a giant pregnancy pillow -- regardless that you weren’t pregnant, you wanted the giant horseshoe pillow. Jon was jealous of it, now wanting one of his own, as you picked up some non-essentials.

The bigger things would have to be shipped, a crib for a few months till he was big enough, small bed with side bars so he wouldn’t fall out when ready to swap out the crib. They even had a huge rocking chair! It was probably one of the most comfortable things you had ever sat in, its ability to “rock” you back and forth on its slides without losing much momentum was heaven.

And you could curl up in it.

Somewhere in all the chaos, just as expected, you’d gone and lost both the boys. Or, well, more like they lost you. Duke was still dutiful with Terrence, and he was also really amazing at looking at details and knowing what item was better than the next. Sure, you’d been taught the same skills, but you were preoccupied with Damian and Jon (until you weren’t).

“Hum… hey, I’m gonna go check out next door, okay?” Duke turned to you from the different curtains in his hand, having taken to looking at a few general things for the room; curtains, bookshelves, a desk or two.

Unlike your father and most of your family, you had far more free time to do these small things yourself, never needing to hire an assistant to do all the work. You only needed some help with moving things, of course. It was something you’d picked up from both Alfred and the Kents, the equally uneasy and comforting feeling of being humble.

“Sure, which one?”

“The clothing store, I think there’s a dedicated kid store a bit further down the mall strip, I’ll probably make my way towards that.” Duke pouted, “leaving me alone with the kids?”

“Just one.” To emphasis your point, Terrence decided to start pulling on the same curtain as Duke, though Duke swatted his hands away quickly. A one-sided glaring contest began as the kid kept his frown on Duke, not looking away.

Duke looked around ignoring him, “that’s… true…”

“Thanks Papa Duke!” you gave him a hug, burying your face in Terrence’s and pelting him with kisses, pulling back only when his laughter echoed around the three of you. Duke refused to look at you as you cooed at the child strapped to his chest, awkward, “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

He snorted and went back to picking out curtains, “and don’t you forget it.”

“You have my card still, right?” He nodded, not even bothering to ask if you needed it. He knew you didn’t carry paper notes around, having seen you use your phone to pay for things physically too often.

Taking that as your cue, you turned to leave, “text if you need anything, and keep an eye out for the boys, I’ll… look, too,” and a moment later you were outside the store, stretching in the sun with a big breath of fresh air. Dang you loved Gotham, but also? Dang you loved Metropolis, too.

[steph] hey, herd u like

[steph] have a baby now???!

[steph] ;)))))

The buzzing of your personal phone caught your attention,

[you] tim? also, switching over for a bit.

You switched recipients,

[you] ready.

Turning the phone off and flipping it closed, you began walking in the opposite direction that Duke had been told, popping the back of the case off and pulling out the battery.

You’d asked Tim to redirect a dummy signal for your phone, keeping it within a five-foot radius of Duke for the next forty minutes or so. He’d given you the thumbs up, your telling him everything when you got back being his payment for helping.

He was very curious as to why you were breaking in to the LexCorp building.

The rather fast-paced walk (almost a light jog) to the building wasn’t that long, you’d made certain the stores you chose were close on purpose. Taking out your business phone, you opened it to another text as you started up a rather… illegal app. Your phone’d been rooted from the moment you had it, and it was hooked up to a very specific closed network.

This outing was one of the only chances you’d get, having lucked out with the more lenient Duke, as your other siblings were far more vigilant. Damian meanwhile was distracted by Jon, the two acting more like brawling siblings than best friends. Though Damian preferred the term rivals, but Jon was just happy to have a close friend he could be himself with.

[splr] he couldn’t contain himself

[splr] was vibin’ like flash lol

There were very few people who had access to this phone, and unfortunately for Tim, it was a hazard for both of you to have any kind of connection to him on your work phone. Stephanie however was one of the very few people who got to have that privilege.

[you] remind me to thank him for stealing my thundr

The family had the Bat-computer, Batman had the League’s Womb mainframe, the Robins had their Nest, and you? You had access to something older, reborn too many times, and set up and now maintained by some genius mastermind you’d never heard of.

It was a mostly defunct information network by this point.

You’d met some really interesting people when you used to tail your father, and through repeated encounters, you’d met even more interesting uh... “friends.” Eventually you weren’t stalking your dad, instead, you were learning to do what you did best: Spy-games and recon.

And you’d impressed the wrong people.

But you didn’t mind, you liked the constant link to “their” information hubs.

[splr] lol

[splr] coffee tmrrw?

The Society’s Networks.

You knew your dad suspected some of your activities, but he never approached you about them. Probably because Batman enjoyed your access to these networks often when they were online, having come to you on multiple occasions to see if you could help with his detective work.

You were playing double agent, compiling what you could from the chatter picked up from specific phones hooked into the closed channels. Sure, they weren’t always active and so sometimes you had to go with information from recon, but you did what you could, your bias for your bats, and birds, too strong. For your family.

[you] the same-same

[splr] c u tmrw then ;)

[splr] don’t forget the kid lol

Not that you’d ever shown him, if Batman knew what kind of information the Society had in their databases, well… you were pretty certain the world would burn.

He once said it was best he didn’t know, something about helping to keep a balance between the good and the bad, causing both sides to stay in check.

The database’s app held all kinds of information, and as you downloaded the LexCorp building plans (sans recent modifications), you stared at the towering complex in front of you. Before you went further, you made certain the matrix encryption program was running, after all, “no reason to let anyone know I’m here.”

“Done this tons of times, can totally do this again,” but LexCorp was terrifying, Lex Luthor was terrifying, almost as much as Wayne Enterprises. Here’s to hoping your dad’s technology and Tim’s brain were smarter than anything Lex could cook up.

Besides, wasn’t he under house arrest right now?

It did nothing to calm your nerves.

“Nerves of steel, totally.”

You had to be fast.

#tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #stephanie brown x reader #duke thomas x reader #bat!sis

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warpriest-writings · 4 years ago

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Superman fanfic update.

Clark shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Two jobs in not even three months, he mentally kicked himself.

His file was being looked over thoroughly for the third time by the unemployment office lady, Mrs. Kowalski. “So, construction fell through, Mr. Kent.”

“I'm sorry.” he rubbed his thumbs together apprehensively.

“Mmhmmm, don't be sorry to me, Mr. Kent.” she said. “Shame, after telling me about how you and your father rebuilt the family barn after that tornado incident I thought you might like construction work.”

“It was going well, it's just…” he paused.

“You started showing up later and later, then not at all.” she finished.

He winced, there was no way he could tell her what he was really up to instead of making it to work on time.

“What's the matter, Mr. Kent? If there is something going on, issues, we have programs and departments to help people like you onto their feet.”

He shrugged, definitely more than a little frustrated at himself, “I, I'm not sure what to tell you?” he sighed.

“Well, we have your file open. If a factory position opens up this office will send you a call. The number on file is still up to date, yes?”

“Ye, yeah,” he looked over the paper she was showing him, “that's my number still.”

She nodded, “This is the third time I've seen you here in three months, Clark, if you want a minute of real advice. Go to college, there are loans and government grants, all sorts of stuff you could apply for. You're not lazy, and I know your not a dumb boy. I've looked over your files three times now and I know you graduated with an almost perfect grade point average, and that you volunteered with your mother since you were thirteen years old. You don't need another job you'll get bored off in two weeks, you need a career that engages you. Give it a thought, Clark.”

Mrs. Kowalski printed off several pages and stapled them. She set them next to his I.D and social in front of him.

Clark looked at the papers wide eyes, “I will...think about it, I mean. I'll think about it. Thank you.”

“You're welcome, Mr. Kent. Now, unless you have any other questions I think we are done here for today.”

“No, I think I'm good for now.”

“Have a nice day, Mr. Clark.”

With a nod, he smiled, “You too, Mrs. Kowalski.” With that the Farmer's son from Smallville grabbed his info and also the papers she printed out for him.

He left the office and out of the Metropolis government center, pausing to hold the door for an older man with a cane. “Why, thank you.”

“You're welcome.” he replied and started walking, wondering how he was going to eat tonight.

If I find seventy five cents I can buy a can of ravioli from the gas station. If I find a dollar fifty then I could also get a cup of coffee.

A career that engages me...Clark's thoughts raced, and kept returning to what the lady at the unemployment office told him. He gripped the papers in his hand tightly, maybe it was time to start looking into college. See what his financial aid options were-why was his shirt wet?

A lady gasped, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

Clark snapped out of his thoughts, "Hmm?" Hot coffee was just spilt over his shirt and he pulled the material away from his skin, "Oh! It's alright, if isn't that hot." He reassured.

The concerned woman suddenly raised her eyebrow skeptically, "That was a fresh latte."

"Yeah, well, lots of layers." Clark said, "Cold weather."

She looked at him with a puzzled look, "Wait…." Her eyes widened, "Smallville?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked

"Chloe Sullivan's birthday parties." She replied, "Your creepy friend tried to get a game of seven minutes in heaven going and my dad flexed on him."

Clark suddenly recognized her, "Lois, General Lane's daughter."

She laughed, "Just go by Lois Lane these days, never liked that stipulation."

He nodded, "Of course, Lois. How have you been?"

"Fine, at least until I walked into a brick wall, jesus, Smallville," she looked up at him, "What are they putting into the wheaties they feed you on that farm?"

Clark awkwardly cleared his throat, "Well, hard farm work, builds you up."

"Apparently." She said, "So, you're sure I didn't burn you?"

"I'm sure." He reassured her.

Lois sighed in relief, "Well, that's good, Smallville. What are you doing in Metropolis anyway?"

"Oh, well…" Clark paused, dwelling momentarily on uncomfortable memories, "I just needed a change. Some personal discovery stuff."

"Uh huh, hey I need to get another coffee, and you look like you could use one too. Come on, Kent."

Clark protested, "No, really. It's fine."

"I wasn't asking, Smallville. My treat." Lois said with effortless determination, she left no room for discussion and Clark haplessly followed along.

"Sundollar?"

"Yeah, no one wanted a latte from Lexbucks, go figure." Lois said strolling in.

"Lane!" The Barista said, "I thought you said you were cutting back on the caffeine."

"Cut back a little too much this morning, Bev. I, err, dropped my coffee." She said, standing next to the man in a wet shirt, smelling like a sundae was dropped in an espresso.

Bev nodded along, "And for Captain America?"

Lois glanced to him, expectantly.

Clark stood there a moment in silence before awkwardly exclaiming, "Oh! Black, please. Morning blend...if you have it."

#superman #fanfiction #dc comics fanfic

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sassycassie-s-writing · 7 years ago

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Motus Cicatrice

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood, feat. Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Bruce Wayne/Batman, & Clark Kent/Superman

Rating: PG-13 (for mentions of murder/killing/major character death)

Original Idea: Just came up with it probably in the shower. Though the scars come from a Pinterest prompt and popular Sanders Sides headcanons for Virgil. Who doesn’t love a little Jason Todd angst? Hmm?

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) The title is pronounced, “Moe-TUSS, cik-uh-TREE-chay” (sort of, it’s Latin and that’s the best I could write it out). Shout out to Google Translate. You’ll see what it means. BTW, this one is LOOOONG! @welovegroot

“Motus Cicatrice”

^^^^^

"Y'alright, Bruce? You seem very quiet," Clark asked.

"Fine," Bruce grunted.

"Bruce? What's… wrong?" Diana pressed gently.

"Nothing," Bruce retorted, grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw. He pulled his cape more securely over his shoulders and sat heavily at one of the Watchtower's computers. Diana and Clark exchanged a glance behind his back. Diana bounced an eyebrow. She set her hands on Bruce and Clark's shoulders before leaving the room. Deciding that a moody, broody Batman wasn't a battle she wanted to fight. Clark just stood there.

Bruce sighed.

"What do you want, Clark?" he snapped.

"For you to tell me what's wrong, Bruce," Clark answered, sitting cross-legged three feet aboveground. "We're your friends. Don't push us away."

"Nothing's wrong."

"You can't lie to me, Batman. Your heartbeat is faster and your body is tense---"

Bruce shoved out of his chair, grasped Clark by the front of his cape, and slammed him against the wall of the Watchtower. "Listen, farm boy! I just watched my son watch his girlfriend die in his arms! So excuse me if I'm not in the mood to chat," Batman growled.

Clark gently pried Bruce's hands off his cape and wrapped him up in a hug. "I am so, so sorry, Bruce."

Batman relaxed into the hug. "She was the only thing that really made him happy. He's struggled in darkness for a long time. Then here comes this beam of light into his life. I've never seen him smile and laugh as much as he does when he's with her. She was the light and love of his life. Her death will break him. Again. He's already been through so much. He doesn't deserve this too."

"How… how did it happen?"

"Two-Face. Shot her after flipping a coin. Jason… couldn't get to her in time. Just like I was too late to save him from the Joker when he was fifteen. She was the best thing that ever happened to him. Gone. Just like that. Over a coin toss. She was twenty-one. My son held her and wept as she took her last breath. All I could do was watch."

Clark sighed. He wiped tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bruce. Truly I am. I know how much your family means to you."

Batman let go of the hug. "Thanks Clark. I should get back to work."

"Where is your son?"

"Dick's with him at home. The Manor."

Superman nodded as Bruce sat back at the computer. After a moment's hesitation, Clark left.

^^^^^

Jason sat in the parlor of Wayne Manor, holding a framed photo of him and his girlfriend between his hands, staring at it blankly. Dick's arms were hugging him, but he barely noticed. His mind was refusing to believe she was gone. How could she be…? Death usually tended to be temporary for people in this life…

"Little wing? Jay? You alright? Never mind. Dumb question," Dick muttered. He glanced at the photo his brother was holding.

It was Jason and his girlfriend at an amusement park, wearing each other's sunglasses and laughing their heads off. Jason was holding his girlfriend from behind, in a white T-shirt and blue cargo shorts. His girlfriend was wearing a thin white blouse with flowy short sleeves and khaki capris. Her hand was holding onto Jason's arm. It was a candid moment Tim had taken when the whole family had gone out for a day of fun. Alfred had the photo framed.

Jason didn't respond to anything Dick had said. Didn't even move.

"No---NOOO! Come on. Don't die on me. You promised me you wouldn't. C'mon baby---you're gonna be okay. You gotta be. I can't lose you. Please. No. Please!" In his head, Jason heard him pleading with her as her life slowly drained out of her. "Come back to me. Come back!" He heard his own sobbing and kept watching her take her last breath while Two-Face gloated in the background.

He sniffed, eyes tearing up and then spilling over.

"Ohh, little wing," Dick murmured sympathetically, holding his younger brother tighter to him.

Jason turned and pushed his face into Dick's chest, sniffing and letting the tears fall. They soaked into Dick's shirt.

Dick rubbed Jason's back between his shoulder blades. "I know it hurts, Jay. Let it all out. It's okay to hurt."

"I love her. I miss her," Jason managed to say, letting go of the photo with one hand and using that hand to clutch Dick's T-shirt. Dick reached up and set his hand on the back of Jason's head, tugging at the roots of Jason’s hair.

The motion, along with his emotional exhaustion and crying, lulled Jason into a much-needed sleep. Dick eased his brother onto his lap and left him there, pulling out his phone. He's out, he texted to Bruce, Tim, Barbara, and Cassie. I'm just going to sit with him (don't have a choice he's lying on my legs) and let him sleep.

Good idea, Tim replied.

Someone knocked on the door. "Come in," Dick said quietly.

A familiar head poked in. "Hey kid," a familiar voice greeted.

Dick smiled. "Hey Clark. What's up?"

"I came to see how your brother was doing. Batman… was a little… shall we say… on edge just now. Told me what happened with the little brother's girlfriend. I wanted to make sure he was okay and making sure someone was there for him. Batman said you were here but I just wanted to make sure."

"You're a good man, Clark, thank you," Dick said quietly.

Clark flew into the room, a few inches off the ground, to keep the floorboards from creaking and waking Jason up. He sat on the armchair across the coffee table from Bruce's eldest sons and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. Clark nodded to Jason's sleeping form. "How is he?"

"Heartbroken. Devastated. Mourning. Has every right to be."

"I know. But will he be okay?"

Dick thought for a moment. "He's gone through a lot," he finally said. "Each bad experience has cracked at him. When Joker killed him, he broke. It took years to put him back together again. I'm afraid… I'm afraid this is going to break him again."

Clark pursed his lips. "Hmm. I know what you mean. What can we do to help him?"

"Love him. Support him. And keep him from murdering Two-Face." Dick paused. "Maybe have Diana talk to him. He was always a huge admirer of hers. Plus Jason has always listened to and respected women far more than any man." He twisted a loose lock of Jason's hair around his finger as he pondered.

Clark made an interested expression. "That I can manage," he said. He got up and drifted to a corner of the parlor. He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. Dick went back to looking at his.

"Diana, hey, it's me. It's Clark…"

Dick scratched at an itch on his nose and gently tugged the photo out of Jason's limp hand. His own elbow---in a light blue T-shirt---was in the corner of the picture since he'd tried to photobomb the shot. He smiled at it. Remembering all the times she'd made his little brother happy. Though, little wasn't the term to describe Jason and hadn't been for a long while. Younger was probably better.

"Come ON, babe! It'll be fun!" Jason's voice exclaimed to his girlfriend in Dick's memory. He heard her laugh, as clearly as he could hear Clark on the phone with Diana.

"No WAY, Jay! I'm NOT going to get myself injured!" her voice retorted playfully.

Dick glanced down at the back of Jason's head. "You deserve to be happy, little wing," he murmured quietly. "Why do these things keep happening to you?"

Jason, however, was still asleep and didn't respond.

Clark murmured a few more things to Diana through his phone before hanging up and returning to the armchair. "She said she'll be over as soon as possible," he told Dick.

"Thanks Clark."

Jason suddenly cried out in anguish, breaking the relative silence of the parlor as a single convulsion wracked his body. Dick leaned forward, trying to see his younger brother's face---but ended up getting headbutted as Jason sat up abruptly. He shouted and clawed at his shirt, trying to tear it off.

Clark jumped over the coffee table, grabbed the hem of Jason's shirt, and pulled it off, leaving Jason bare-chested.

Dick gasped.

Marring his brother's chest was a long, thick, angry red scar. Jason had many scars---all over his body---but this one was the worst. And it hadn't been there earlier that day. He'd never been injured like that before.

Dick reached out as though to touch it, but withdrew before his fingers even reached Jason's chest.

Jason clutched at the injury, panting through clenched teeth and groaning with pain.

Dick looked in askance to Clark, hoping the older alien would, somehow, have an answer for where the scar appeared from. Clark's eyes met Dick's---a young man whom he'd long considered to be something akin to family, whose eyes were full of fear and worry---but didn't have any answers in them.

Dick pulled Jason back into a hug by the shoulders and squeezed him. Jason's breath came in ragged gasps. He'd been shot two inches from his heart and hadn't cried a single tear, nor had he made much more than a grunt of complaint.

To see Jason in so much pain that he was actively tearing up and clinging to his big brother looking for any sort of relief broke Dick's heart.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice demanded from the door.

Dick looked up. "B! He just… he was asleep, and then he shot up and was trying to get his shirt off and once Clark removed it there was a massive scar there and it looks fresh but he hasn't ever had a chest injury this bad!" Dick explained.

Bruce came over and gently peeled Jason's face out of Dick's chest so he could get a look at Jason's chest. Bruce let out a surprised exhale. "He has motus cicatrice," he said.

"Come again?" Dick asked as Jason fell back against Dick's chest. Dick's arms wrapped around his brother instinctively.

"It's an extremely rare condition. The Latin name is directly translated as 'Scarring Emotions' or 'Emotion Scars.' Emotional pain leaving physical scars on the body," Bruce explained. "There hasn't been a recorded or reported case in over one-hundred years." He rested his hand on the back of Jason's head. "How's the pain, lad? Need a painkiller?"

At first, Jason didn't even move. His hand was clutching his chest and his panting was still ragged.

Then he sagged. "Y-yeah," he managed to get out.

Clark vanished for a moment and then reappeared, a bottle of painkillers in his hand.

Jason downed the exact amount to dull the pain in his chest, counting them very precisely. He never took any drugs if he could help it. He slumped against Dick's side, leaning on his big brother for support both physically and emotionally in a way he hadn't done since… never.

"How come we never noticed before?" Dick asked Bruce.

Bruce shrugged. "Because we're all covered in scars anyway. And after Jason's experience with the Lazarus Pit most of his physical scars from his childhood emotional trauma went away with his near-perfect revival. And then anything else just built up with his other scars. Unless you keep meticulous track of his injuries---"

"Pretty sure you're the only one who does that with your own," Clark muttered to Bruce.

"---you wouldn't notice. What's one new scar on a body full of them?"

Dick slung Jason's arm over his shoulder and pulled his much heavier brother to his feet. "C'mon, little wing. Let's get you to bed. You'll feel better in the morning," he said.

He helped Jason up to his room and helped his brother get in bed.

"I just… I can't believe she's gone," Jason rasped.

"I know. And I know it hurts. And it's okay to let it hurt. But right now, you need sleep. And no sneaking out to go shoot Two-Face, you hear?" Dick replied, ruffling his brother's hair. "I'll be right next-door if you need me."

"Mm," Jason grunted, rolling on his side and falling asleep again.

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Down Below (Chapter 2)

Summary: Y/N Reyes lands on Earth with the rest of the 99 prisoners. Being one of the first people to come back “home” after 97 years of living in space, she learns what it’s like to finally live in this planet.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader (later on in the series), John Murphy x reader, Raven Reyes x sister! reader

Word count: 2086 words

Warning: guns, injuries, cursing

Note: Flashback in italics

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‘Wait, “they?”’ I questioned the people that returned from the trip to Mount Weather. ‘Who’s they?’

'The Grounders’ Finn added. ‘They took him. It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn’t the last Grounder.’

A grounder? So we’re not the only one’s on Earth? We were so scared that the radiation was going to kill us but now we had to worry about people hunting us down. For all we know, they’re coming to kill us right now.

‘We need to go save him now before it gets dark.’ Clarke announced. Then a boy steps in, volunteering to rescue Jasper with Clarke. She quickly shook her head, disagreeing with him. ‘Sorry Monty, but you’re not going.’

Monty raised his voice. ‘The hell I’m not. Jasper is my best friend.’

‘You’re too important. You were raised on Farm Station and recruited by engineering’ Clarke reasoned with him. ‘You figure out how to talk to the Ark and I’ll bring Jasper back.’

‘I’m not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet.’ Finn had a point, we don’t know who we were up against. It maybe dangerous but we had to save Jasper; he’s one of us.

‘So what, we let Jasper die? That’s not gonna happen.’ Clarke continued with a disgusted look on her face. ‘Spacewalker? What a joke. You think you’re such an adventurer. You’re really just a coward.’

‘Hey, hey. no need to talk to him like that.’ I said as I defended my best friend. ‘But Finn’s right, we don’t know who we’re up against. It isn’t safe.’

Clarke laughed lightly. ‘Right, another Spacewalker speaks. Did you guys actually spacewalk or did you guys actually get arrested for something else?’

I raised my eyebrows. ‘For your information, yes we spacewalked. Why does it even matter? What matters is, we need to be smart about saving Jasper. And besides, who said I wasn’t going?’

‘If Y/N is going, count me in.’ John stepped in as I volunteered to go with Clarke.

Finn took a step forward, ��Y/N, you can’t go. You’re gonna get yourself killed.’

‘You can’t tell me what to do, Finn.’ John had a smug on his face as I told Finn off. I sighed, ‘And John, I don’t need you to protect me. You’re acting like a lunatic and we don’t need that when we’re trying to save Jasper.’

'I need to protect you. I want to help.’ John implied.

‘Well, help me by helping yourself first, John. I can’t have you starting fights every time you see something you don’t like.’ We had to focus on getting Jasper back from the grounders. I didn’t have time pulling John away from fights every five minutes.

Looking around to see who else was volunteering, my eyes went to Bellamy. ‘Blake, you’re coming. That gun you’re carrying can come to use.’

‘And why would I want to help you, Reyes?’ Bellamy addressed as he put his hands on his waist.

‘Because you’re the leader. Don’t you want to lead your “colony” by showing that you care for your people?’

Bellamy huffed, ‘Fine but Murphy's coming with me. Atom? My sister doesn’t leave this camp. Is that clear?’

Octavia replied as she rolled her eyes, ‘I don’t need a babysitter.’

‘John isn’t coming. End of discussion.’

‘I’m not listening to you. End of discussion.’ He spat as he walked off to talk to Octavia.

Clarke stood by me, ‘It’s okay. The more people we have the better and as long as Wells doesn’t come with us, there wouldn’t be any conflict. Besides I’ll keep an eye on him if that makes you feel better.’

I nodded and thanked her before she walked off into the woods, leading Bellamy and John. Finn then jogged towards me, catching up as I follow Clarke. ‘So I guess you’re joining the party?’

Finn shrugged, ‘Beats just staying in the dropship all day.’

Walking a few steps behind the others, I continued to talk to Finn. ‘So not to sound negative but how are we sure that Jasper’s alive?’

'We heard Jasper screaming as he was getting dragged away from us. I guess the spear didn’t hit his heart.’

I looked around, not being used to the freedom let alone the nature that surrounded us all around. It upset me that now we know we have a target behind our backs, we wouldn’t be able to walk around the woods whenever we wanted to.

As I watched Finn walking faster to catch up with Clarke, I couldn’t help but think suspiciously. He knew that if he tried to do anything stupid, no matter how much I loved him I’ll hurt him. Even though I told myself Finn wasn’t stupid enough to try anything, I couldn’t help but see his dumb grin on his face whenever he’s talking to Clarke.

Bellamy then stopped in the middle of the walkway with a smirk on his face. ‘What do you want Blake?’

'Do you want to hand me your wristband or what?’

I chuckled, ‘Are you kidding me?’

‘Does it look like I’m kidding?’

‘You will never touch my wristband.’

He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me close enough to where I felt his heart beating against my chest.‘You were saying?’

Quickly, I pushed him away as I glared at him. ‘Don’t ever touch me again.’

'Seems like this wristband hunt is going to be easier than I thought it would be.’ he laughed.

He was so pathetic; I didn’t understand why he was so invested in taking these wristbands away from people. I know a lot of people hated the Ark and it’s system but what was so bad there that made him turn into a hateful person?

‘Jasper, Oh my god’ I heard Clarke shout. Rushing up to Clarke and following her gaze, I stared up at Jasper who was tied against the tree with blood dripping down his shirtless body.

‘Murphy, come with me and help get Jasper down. Y/N, watch Bellamy so he doesn’t do anything stupid.’ Finn said as him and John approached the tree to untie him. Then, a loud growl echoed through the forest.

‘Did anybody hear that or was that just me?’ pleaded Clarke.

‘I was just about to ask the same thing.’ I muttered as I looked around to see if anything was out in the woods.

‘Grounders?’ questioned Bellamy.

A loud thump came closer as a huge animal ran towards us. ‘Blake use your damn gun, you idiot’ I screamed as I prepared for the beast to attack us. The sounds of bullets went off before the animal collapsed to the ground as it took its last breath. I stared at the animal as I tried to catch my breath and calm my racing heart.

'You’re welcome’ Bellamy sassed as he put his gun back into his waist. As John and Finn carried Jasper by his arms, Bellamy kneeled down next to the beast and cut it into pieces as he stashed it.

‘We need to get back to camp as quickly as we can.’ Clarke took a breath before we continued our journey back to the dropship.

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‘I’ll take it from here, you guys go eat.’ Clarke sat beside Jasper who was lying on the floor of the dropship.

‘You want me to bring you back something?’ Finn questioned Clarke before John and I opened the hatch to go back outside. Couple minutes later, Finn came back out; It was bugging me and I had to talk to him now.

'Y/N, are you okay?’ Finn approached me with a concerned look on his face. ‘Did Murphy hurt you?’

I let out a small laughter and shook my head. ‘No, of course not but I was wondering if you had any feelings for Clarke. It might be a crazy assumption but I just want to know the truth, Finn.’

‘No, of course not!’ Finn cackled. ‘I love Raven. I truly do and I really wish she was here with us. She would’ve loved it here’

How stupid was I to think that Finn would ever betray Raven. I should’ve known that Finn loved Raven too much to put her in pain. After all, Finn did take the blame for Raven for spacewalking.

‘So I thought of the perfect gift for Raven’s Birthday’ Finn beamed.

I asked with curiosity. ‘What is it?’

Finn motioned me to get closer and he whispered, ‘Spacewalk.’

With a puzzled look my face, I replied. ‘What movie is that?’

‘No Y/N,’ he chuckled ‘Spacewalk as in you know...’

I raised my eyebrows, shocked. ‘Finn, what the hell.’

He shrugged, ‘What? I mean, it’s cool right?’

’It’s incredible! but incredibly stupid as well. Finn Collins, do you want to get arrested?’

‘I won’t get caught’

'What if you do? You’ll get floated and so will my sister because of your crazy idea.’

Finn sighed, ‘C’mon! This is huge! I need your support on this.’

I thought about the whole situation and smirked. ‘Well, since now I know your plan you’re gonna have to bring me with you as well. You know... so when you do get caught I won’t be interrogated.’

He looked at me with a suspecious look on his face. ‘Uh-huh.’

‘I mean, I rather be floated spacewalking than lying to the Chancellor about your plan.’

Finn rolled his eyes playfully, ‘Just say you want to come with us, Y/N.’

I smile innocently, ‘Okay, take me with you Finn! Please!’

'Alright, alright. Fine but this is going to cost you, little Reyes’

Looking over by the camp fire, I sighed as I saw Bellamy trading out food for wristbands. ‘Not this shit again.’ I murmured as I left Finn to go talk to Bellamy.

‘You don’t give up do you?’ I walked over to Bellamy angrily as I rest my hands on my waist. ‘You must really hate the Ark to do something as crazy as this.’

'Don’t you like the freedom we have down here, Reyes? Living without rules?’ Bellamy continued to hand out food.

'No rules my ass. You’re starving people who won’t give you their wristbands.’

Bellamy looked up, ‘I killed the beast, I get to choose how to ration it .’

I chuckled, ‘There would be no food if I didn’t tell you to draw that gun.’

He rolled his eyes, ‘Do you want food or not?’

‘I don’t need your food, Blake.’

'Alright, since you’re Murphy’s girlfriend I’ll give you this one for free. Take it.’

‘I’m going to pass.’ There was no way I was going to eat Bellamy’s food that he bribe people with to get what he wanted.

Going back to my tent, I saw John sitting on the floor, ‘Before you say anything, I’m sorry I screwed things up again.’

‘I wasn’t going to say anything.’ I admit I was upset about John acting out and starting fights. He was never the type of person to start fights or act violent and this was the first for me to see.

‘I know you don’t want to talk about it but I just want you to listen.’ John sighed, but I continued. ‘Whatever happened up at the Ark, it’s done now. We’re never going to be locked away in the Skybox, we’re never going to set foot in the rooms we were raised in.’

‘What are you trying to say?’ John asked curiously as he looked into my eyes.

‘We’ve come so far from dealing with our outrageous parents to our crimes on the Ark. Now that we’re down here, the past doesn’t matter anymore. It’s just you and me.’ I smiled lightly to make him feel better.

‘What about Raven?’

‘Someday she’ll figure a way out of there and come to Earth. It’s my sister for goodness sake.’ I laughed, ‘Don’t worry John, you got me.’

‘My hero.’ jested John then kissed me. I giggled and hugged him firmly.

As we pulled way from the hug, John smiled. ‘And babe, don’t call me Johnathan.’

‘Whatever.’ I buried my face in his neck as we both lay on the bed together.

Sound asleep late at night, I suddenly hear shuffling and rustling. Waking up from the noise, I woke up and realized that John wasn’t beside me. Then a dark figure came into the tent as I let out a loud scream.

#bellamy blake x reader #down below series #john murphy x reader #raven reyes x sister! reader #bellamy x reader #murphy x reader

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chrispineofficial · 7 years ago

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Alfred disappears smoothly as Bruce shrugs and lifts his glass. He sips, rolls it around his mouth like he’s searching for something, and Clark lets himself watch the bob of Bruce’s adam’s apple when he swallows. “I’m assuming you didn’t invite yourself over for dinner as a way of thanking me.” Clark barks out a laugh. “No, no I did not, though I will point out that it was Alfred who invited me, and he didn't ask you.” Half of Bruce’s mouth quirks up at that and it’s not an expression Clark remembers ever seeing on him before. He kind of wonders what it would take to see it again. “Noted.” Another lackadaisical sip, another heavy swallow that pulls Clark’s gaze from Bruce’s eyes down to his mouth, to his throat. Clark doesn’t blush and he’s never been more thankful for it because he’s pretty sure otherwise he’d be flushed all over and he silently prays Bruce isn’t paying him enough attention to catch on. “It’s just that I was running the numbers, you know, making sure the accounts were okay, before I left the farm again.” Clark’s fiddling with the edge of his napkin and he feels a little bit like he’s the one who’s done something wrong, which is immediately irritating enough to push the rest of it out of him. “You put all that money into Mom’s account. I know you did. My mother knows how to stretch a dollar and she’s always put away for rainy days, but there’s no way she could ever—the records do not reflect—” “Clark,” and Bruce finally shifts enough that now every part of him is focused on Clark; his shoulders and knees and feet, his dark expressionless gaze. “It was a windfall. Happens all the time with mergers. Employees all got a salary bump, too.” “You really think I’m that dumb of a hick?” Clark shakes his head and grins a little, hopes it doesn’t read as a grimace. “It’s incredibly generous. But it’s too much.” “It’s not nearly enough. What kind of invulnerable idiot doesn’t have life insurance?” “The broke kind!” “Well!” Bruce seems to realize he’s raised his voice and is leaning forward, nearly up out of his seat, and he looks a kind of way Clark might have thought was surprise had it not been all over Bruce Wayne’s face. He clears his throat and mindfully resumes his pretty-boy slouch. “That’s exactly my point.” Clark lifts his hands to cover his face and groans. He pulls off his glasses and tosses them onto the table. “I know you feel guilty, Bruce, and I can’t say I wouldn’t feel the same, in your shoes. But I’m here, alive, right now in your home, telling you it’s all right. I’m not angry with you. You don’t owe me or my mother anything more than you’ve already done. I wish I knew better words so they could make you believe me.” “And you call yourself a journalist.” Clark lets his jaw fall open and thinks he might have actually been rendered totally and physically immobile for a full fifteen seconds before he lets his invulnerable idiot head thunk hard against the high wooden back of the dining room chair, and then he laughs and laughs and laughs.

as yet unnamed superbat fic i’m working on, a scene wherein bruce is fucking hilarious

#if i do say so myself #my fic #superbat #i love clark kent like i gave birth to him myself #but i'm really starting to enjoy writing bruce #sarcastic broody motherfucker

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Can we talk about the Superbat in Justice League please???

Spoilers for Justice League, obviously.

It felt almost fan-servicey. But like, I live and die for Batman/Superman so even when it’s a tragic one-sided love story, I’ll take it. (Better than two hours of them shouting and grunting and flinging kryptonite spears at each other, if you ask me.)

FIrst off, not strictly related but: Diana brings Clark up to Bruce like “you can’t stay guilty about this forever.” Um excuse me, have you met Bruce Wayne? The guy who dressed up as a bat because his parents were randomly killed 40 years ago??? He can and will.

But, more importantly, Bruce IMMEDIATELY goes on to compare his relationship with Kal to Diana’s with Steve Trevor. And then they CONTINUE to do that. It’s a clearly drawn parallel, and Diana doesn’t even question it. Basically, “you know what Steve Trevor is to you? That’s what Clark is to me, that is why I’m doing this.”

See also: Alfred’s continued jokes to Bruce not having been on a date in forever. Dude is in mourning for his lost love, you heartless silver fox, let him grieve. Possibly forever.

Speaking of Alfred, I think they were leading us to assume that Bats had kryptonite as the “big guns” to stop rampaging-Clark. But then what does it turn out to be? Lois. So this horrible, use-only-if-absolutely-necessary tactic, it’s to bring in the one Clark actually loves. Doesn’t actually do any damage to either of them, but Bruce gets LITERALLY CAST ASIDE FOR HER. MY HEART.

And yes, Bruce’s unbridled joy at Kal showing up to save the day in that final fight. Lol, you little smitten dork.

Finally, the Kent farm. What was most jarring about this to me was not that Bruce bought the farm(/bank) back for Ma Kent, but that he ONLY did it AFTER Clark’s return???? I fully expected that to happen when Martha was leaving the farm in the first place, or even between movies. But no, Bruce just forgot all about her, I guess, until it meant doing something for Clark. Until it was an adorable, middle-school-boy-in-a-grown-man’s-body attempt at making Clark happy, at being close to him again in some way. Because Bruce isn’t dumb, Clark is in love with Lois. But you know, while Lois and Martha unpack boxes, how about Bruce and Clark get to walk together and Bruce gets to say “I kind of just do this” (for people I love) when, you know, that transaction could have occurred and been taken care of and Bruce never would have been there. But he can take the moment to watch Clark be happy because it is all he gets and Bruce loves to torture himself.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to the fanfiction lol

#justice league #justice league spoilers #batman/superman #superbat #for real guys i have never had enough of bruce wayne angsting over his one true love #I want Dick to exist in this world just so he can come comfort his big gay dad

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kinetic-elaboration · 7 years ago

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April 12: Thoughts on 1x11 The Calm

Thoughts on 1x11 The Calm:

S1 Bellarke is the hottest Bellarke fight me.

My boy Jasper doesn’t even appear in this ep and he’s STILL being useful literally making gunpowder like fuck off.

Bellamy is all for just killing everyone and Clarke wants to find some other way. I dunno if I read this as her being influenced by Finn or more like...her mind always whirring, always thinking of better solutions. She’s never content with just the most obvious thing. That said, their positions are reversed a season later: Clarke is all for just blasting the top off Mount Weather and Bellamy wants a more nuanced plan because he sees the people on the inside.

Why wasn’t Murphy + Octavia ever a thing? Also Murphy is smart about cooking meat. Chef!Murphy (head)canon already forming.

“When you’re really pissed off, you always find a project. Something to keep your hands busy so you don’t punch someone in the face.” Finn is annoying but this is good Raven characterization intelligence. Also their conversation is so painfully awkward. She really does just tamp it all down, bottle up those emotions.

Literally nothing is hotter than Bellamy being a leader and giving orders and the delinquents being a competent little group defending and taking care of themselves.

And yet again, Clarke suggested hunting and Bellamy essentially had to sign off on it (not only did he challenge on her and make her explain herself, but tbh if Clarke had told people to pick up spears and go they would have been like yeah right princess)--but it was Bellamy who gave the actual orders, BELLAMY who appears as the leader in the delinquent pov.

I wish there were more young delinquents--really young not Jasper-and-Monty young. Like this loquacious kid who goes hunting with Finn and Clarke. Or even Charlotte, kids that age. ...Really I just wish there were more delinquents. :/

So Raven’s first instinct isn’t to fuck away the pain, it’s to run. Dumb but understandable. She insults Bellamy based on his Ark job (”Aren’t you a janitor?”) which also feeds into my other theory about Ark and class status.

I know I’ve written B/raven stuff and I do ship them in a low-key way, in a ‘they would be interesting together’ way...but I don’t ship them in a canon way, tbqh. In this Bellamy and Raven scene, I see them having a good rapport, but in a way I also see him working her, getting her back on track not just for her own good but for everyone’s good. He has a double agenda and both parts are important.

I wonder how much familiarity everyone on the Ark has with everyone else. That’s not totally clear... people seem to have passing familiarity with others, but not close familiarity. On the other hand, Wick seems pretty comfortable just talking to a Councilor like whatever nbd. On the other, other hand that could be Wick’s personality and/or the circumstances. Most of the ship is probably dead and the rest will die soon so why be formal!

The creepiness of the Ark in this ep should not be understated.I love this aesthetic.

I want to know what the best part of a boar is! Clarke, don’t interrupt. Rude.

Two main characters and a kid you’ve never seen before go hunting in the woods. Which one is going to get speared?

Say what you want about Wick but he and Kane made a good team and I will stand by this opinion too.

In describing their route, Finn said they crossed a road. What road?? When have there ever been roads anywhere in this show?

Kane found a dozen survivors, Jaha has, like, 3....and somehow in Camp Jaha/Arkadia there are like several hundred (?) people. From only two stations like how is that possible? Also didn’t Farm Station have a couple hundred? They must have sent down over a thousand people lol. Kane did not find very many.

Also that Earth Monitoring Station is where the space survivors are living now and it was fucking destroyed in a fire but I guess we’ve just conveniently forgotten about that, huh useless show writers who can’t figure out their own continuity?

Kane has this annoying habit of just being uselessly self-sacrificing all the time. He would be so much more effective if he didn’t do that. He has a lot of hubris, I think. The unforgivable sin: thinking yourself so debased as to be unforgivable. It’s also another way of elevating yourself, of thinking yourself so important that you have sinned more than any other, are worse than any other...it’s still all ‘me me me.’ I think Kane is like that. He’s always looking for ways to sacrifice himself or to be dangerously heroic. I wonder if that matters more to him than, like, actual other people. (Some of this analysis could apply to Jaha at certain parts of his story, though mostly imo in S1. In S2 he starts thinking a little differently.) (ETA it definitely applies to him in this ep, where he wanted to sacrifice himself [and Sinclair] and Kane’s like ‘I’m not a dumbass, we need you smart people to save everyone else, this isn’t a wholly altruistic rescue mission you know.”)

Anya’s idiotic guilt trip re: Tris: “You did this to her.” Yeah I know she’s like 12 and that makes Clarke feel bad because her people don’t use pre-adolescents as soldiers but she should take the attitude she took with L. later. You don’t want me to fuck you up? Don’t attack me first. Would Anya be shedding any tears over the dead, disgusting bodies of the children her chemical attack killed? I doubt it. And they weren’t even soldiers! I mean really the Grounder attacks on the delinquent camp are the equivalent of an attack on a village of civilians, especially initially.

So Monty finds some of the first evidence of Mount Weather (the exodus ship logs showing interference) and Raven’s like ‘neato...give me that for parts.’ He’s much more curious than she is. She’s more...practical? Single-minded? Not that Monty isn’t practical. I dunno. Unrelated but I had this sudden image of modern!Monty listening for signs of alien life, for some reason.

Monty wants to keep the radio because he still believes in the Ark and he wants to see his parents again. “My family is up there.” Makes me even more curious what his relationship with his family is like. (You’d think S3 would have answered that but...not really.) He’s one of the few people who seems to care about those left on the Ark. And he looks so sad when Raven unplugs it... A rare moment when he lives up to his fandom cinnamon roll image. And when Raven leaves he picks up the radio thingy and I wonder if he’s considering putting it back together.

Murphy has a fish.

I gotta love Raven’s confidence: I’m hot and I’ve identified a straight man, if I start undressing, he’ll sleep with me. If I were as hot as her, I’d probably be that confident too, but still.

Bellamy’s “I’m not that guy” speech is actually hilarious when parsed. It’s like the equivalent of “IF I were going to say X, it would sound like this, but since I can’t, I won’t.” Like “If you’re looking for someone to tell you [a list of things in detail], that’s not me.” But you just did dumbass. His ‘bad boy’ persona cracks so easy.

Right before Clarke unpacks the medical tools, there’s a shot of a random $50 bill on the ground. Mmmmm something tells me that our weak U.S. paper isn’t going to survive a century post-apocalypse lol. There’s also a piece of paper. What is that stuff doing there?

Oh never mind. It’s an old bank. There’s paper and cash all over and lots of little drawers. Makes sense, banks would have vaults, and bunkers did have money in them. Maybe they’re in the Treasury’s old bunker. I never noticed that before, but it’s actually quite clever. The set design on this show is A-PLUS.

I’m not into the enemies-to-lovers thing generally but Anya/Clarke should have been a thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

What an incredibly unsatisfying sexual encounter.

Kane says ‘no more than 1,000 survivors’ and ‘at least 1,500 dead.’ There have to have been at least 1,000 though, because they send them down on 12 ships and assuming they spread themselves about equally (which isn’t necessarily true but would be the smartest thing), that would be about 83 people to a ship. And I’m fairly sure Farm Station had more than 83 people and I’m also semi-sure that Arkadia as of 3x01 had more than 166. I mean it’s really hard to tell, and I can’t remember what sort of casualty numbers they gave for the Mount Weather explosion, but these seem like very low numbers to me. I don’t know. Maybe it does make sense and I’m just missing or mis-remembering something.

Having said all that, they did find another cache of survivors after this dialogue (including Abby), which might explain the discrepancy. (ETA not really because they only find, like, 10.)

Kane’s trip through the vent is a nightmare scenario for me so I’m just gonna...not watch.

Lindsey Morgan is so kickass in this ep, like how she stutters a little bit on “family” when she’s talking to Monty.

I completely forgot about this but the Grounders literally try to steal Clarke away like wtf. First of all, I wouldn’t trust her even as far as I could throw her if I were them. And second...she’s the enemy? But “prove your worth and you’ll be welcome here” I guess. Maybe Anya’s into her. I guess it’s good to poach the best talent from the other side before you destroy them. Also love that Clarke pretends to consider it.

The kill marks are to symbolize kills in combat so, really, Clarke’s 3x01 crack abut not having room on her back for all the deaths she’d caused misses the point...as far as I can remember she’s never actually killed in combat. Killing in self-defense, in group self-defense, or as part of an overall military-type mission isn’t the same as in combat, especially as she mostly acts as a general-type person, giving orders rather than doing deeds. Even pulling the lever, with Bellamy, is an awfully sanitized way of killing.

Going after this guy, getting him talking, taking out his knee and then slashing his throat, is one of Clarke’s best moments. HIGHLY UNDERRATED. Really second only to her escape from Mount Weather in early S2. Also props to Eliza Taylor, I appreciate how her expression afterward is half ‘oh shit I killed a man, this is terrible’ and half like steely resolve and determination.

Can Monty not tell the cardinal directions? (Your other West, Monty.)

A rare moment where Octavia and Raven seem like friends. Actually this is a good Octavia episode. She’s only in 3 scenes, which might explain why...

Also underrated is the tense but quick blnk-and-you’d-miss-it horror movie moment of Monty being taken by the Mountain Men. “What’s that creepy signal?.... Omigod... “ And he was never seen or heard from again.

So...why did the Mountain Men take him? Shits and giggles? To see if they could experiment on him? They seemed to have decided pretty quickly that the Sky People were like them, guests rather than blood resources. I wonder what the thought process was.

The end of this episode was aces. Great set up for the finale. I miss when this show was good.

#the year 2018 #2018: the 100 s1 #2018: fandom thoughts

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skyedill-blog · 8 years ago

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300 things that make me happy (May 11th, 2014)

music that reminds you of something good

coldplay

doctor who

wes anderson

arctic monkeys

watercolors

my grandma’s house

my grandma

cats

dogs

my other grandma

my parents

getting money

my sisters

when my palms aren’t clammy

old photos

blogging

supernatural

cardigans

christmas lights

steel guitar strings

making movies

sleeping in

staying up all night

sunrises

candles

new converse

wifi working

biking

benedict cumberbatch

sherlock holmes

family videos

the vlogbrothers

learning something new

teaching someone something new

calvin & hobbes comic books

ampersands &&&&&

remembering something i forgot

full battery

the fault in our stars

tea

coffee

clean dishes

honey

when my sister thinks im funny

getting better from a cold

colored napkins for parties

bad music that you still like

being the first to wake up

grapefruit soda

passionate political debates without bigotry

equality

hugs

when you get to lick the spoon during baking

coming home

running away

strangers who smile back

when you and one other stranger see something funny and you smirk at each other

little kids that make faces with you

the london underground

winston churchill

colin firth

jarred telling me dumb jokes

the tylers

my cousins

when films are remade from a long time ago and they are really good

when films are remade from a long time ago and they are really bad but you see them anyway

appreciating good art

laughing at stupid pretentiously simple art

67 chevy impalas

oversized jumpers

indoles crew

chapin’s class

finding my old clothes from when i was little

the color green

sun shining through the cracks in the leaves

tia

kepler

my family in denmark

carlsberg beer

meeting strangers on buses and having nice conversations

old english women named sally

maddy because she calls me a dork and makes me laugh

my grandma’s accent

my mom’s accent

bridget’s singing voice

getting to stay up when the little cousins have to go to sleep

the kids table at thanksgiving

bread

coloring

finding out that you got accepted to college at your dream school

spaghetti

rosy cheeks

finger painting

days that my depression lifts a bit and i feel like a normal kid again

the smiths

three hole punching

getting glasses for the first time and its like you found god

old cameras

new cameras

101 dalmatians

new york city

being surrounded in books

when i do homework and dont cry

new music that i cant believe i didnt know about

internet friends

getting mad and just swearing like a sailor because damn it feels good

dean winchester because he taught me about love

sam winchester because he taught me about forgiveness

cas because he taught me about redemption

bobby singer because he taught me that family doesnt end in blood

porch swings

boys

alex turner’s accent and hair

The number 115

triangle banners

the hotel room i stayed in when i was in berlin

trivia

brushing my teeth

morning star farms veggie sausage

during spring when the sun is up by the time i leave for school

lord of the rings and the hobbit

going to the library for class instead

apple products

white linens

top gear uk

james may’s stupid hair

maps

getting confirmation

star gazing

teaching my little cousins about science and the stars

the fact that we are all made of stardust

puns

when you know a word in a different language and you feel really cool for remembering it and connecting it wow im cool

lower case letters

newly vaccuumed carpet

the sound of stapling

muffins

shredding paper

exact change

getting homework done early

mediterranean food

karl pilkington and how much he hates everything

stephen fry quotes

obama

calling my friends nerds

waking up early

plane rides

soft socks

when family brings you home leftovers

when my step dad gives me life lessons

my cat rory. rip.

my dog seeger

les miserables

showtunes

frank sinatra

billie holiday

queen elizabeth II

james bond movies

alfred hitchcock movies

billy wilder movies and how he was a sarcastic butthead

warm paper just off the printer

freshly mowed grass

evolution theories because wow that is so cool and learning how species grew and evolved is insane

colorful kites

museums

tuesdays

old timey christmas music

the thought of moving away from home and doing something new even though its really scary

mac and cheese

when packages come for you in the mail

the feeling i had when i got my drivers license

mr. kato

pirates

when people fall asleep on your shoulder and you suddenly feel that being their pillow is your only purpose

my family in miami

winning board games

when people get their braces off

kick ass lyrics that perfectly make sense

accepting how fragile things are and being better for it

stand up comedians

rainy days that make you feel a little sad and chilly but its good to be sad sometimes

unrealistically tiny things

getting compliments from people you are trying to impress

backing out of plans you didnt really want to fufill

shows without continuity errors

when movies and tv shows say the title of the movie or tv show

colloquialisms

freckles

songs turned acoustic

quirks about people like scars or birthmarks

leonardo dicaprio because like holy crap have you seen that guy act

shakespeare

formatting errors

irony

having a good calendar

a clean house and your mom being proud of you

painting walls

finishing a good tv show or series and having a good cry

books

kissing

oragami

pepper jack cheese

concerts that make you feel like you belong somehow with all these strangers and the lights go down and you all sing

giving a waiter/waitress a good tip

writing lyrics on the back of your hands

feeling like a stupid teenager with loud music and ripped jeans which somehow feels like your own rebellion against nothing

knowing that however old i get i will still be that stupid teenager who eats cold pizza and plays my music a little too loud

listening to people talk

road trips

pranking my step-dad

filling up the gas tank all the way

my aunt tiffany’s house

peaceful people

diplomatic solutions to violent things

pianos

cool light fixtures

film scores

inventiveness

dystopian novels

finishing a long paper

basset hounds

photo booth

clark’s shoes

mayonnaise on wasa with yellow tomatoes and salt and pepper

veggie burgers with fried green tomatoes

nostalgic places

monty python

peter pan

boarding passes

butter

blue skies

overcast

shadow puppets

blanket forts

camping

the smell of mosquito spray

waterfalls

driving through the smoky mountains

bon iver

harry potter

learning about WWI and WWII

good quotes

google because without it i probably wouldnt be graduating high school

when people let me talk/encourage me to keep talking because sometimes im made fun of for talking too much

knowing weird facts about things and getting to tell people

hearing people talk about the things they love

hearing people laugh

trumpets

when people stand up for me or notice when i am being wronged without me telling them

when people remember my name

having a sub for a teacher i dont like

understanding a math concept because it is rare

riding in golf carts

weekends

christmas trees

eurovision

french

plot twists

nice patio furniture

waking up to thunderstorms

witty welcome mats

having the windows down all the way in the car and it's really cold but it feels good to feel something

tom hiddleston

that really nice business man i met on the tube several months ago

booty

getting my hair cut

those really pretty flowers in england

laying in the sunshine on the living room carpet

high waisted shorts

strawberries

pirouettes

lemonade

glitter

the rain song by led zeppelin

those erasers shaped like food

rollercoasters (not too big)

campfire smell

waking up with good hair

conchita’s beard

copenhagen

really juicy pens

horse movies

april ludgate

the sun

the moon

weeping willow trees

acing a test

alpacas

warming your hands on a hot mug

red noses after playing in the snow

watching old movies during a rainstorm

hammocks

baby toes

those pretty lights on northumberland street

mushy peas and chips

wristwatches

scratch & sniff stickers

knowing that even though i will get older and my hair will grow and my skin will wrinkle and scar and this list will be revised… that i will still be me and its okay to change… its okay to run away and make stupid choices and dye all your clothes purple and waste your money and eat cheesecake… its okay because my list will change and so will i and hating what you used to be gets nothing done and neither does hating who you are. things are changing and they wont stop. today these 300 things make me happy and one day they wont but that doenst mean i lost myself. it means i grew. i know that. that makes me happy.

moving on

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ktrsss1fics · 8 years ago

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You like country? I don't really like it but I'll give anything a try. Can you suggest some songs?

I’m just gonna make a bunch of lists for ya.

Katie’s All Time Favorites

Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton

Make Me Wanna - Thomas Rhett

Yours - Russell Dickerson

Heart of the World - Lady Antebellum

Wide Open Space - Dixie Chicks

All We’d Ever Need - Lady Antebellum

Mud on the Tires - Brad Paisley

Drinking Class - Lee Brice

Fallin For You - Dierks Bentley

Blue Ain’t Your Color - Keith Urban

Cowboy Take Me Away - Dixie Chicks

You Were Mine - Dixie Chicks

Free - Zac Brown Band

She’s Everything - Brad Paisley

You’ll Think of Me - Keith Urban

Bed of My Chevy - Justin Moore

Like There’s No Tomorrow - Justin Moore

Til My Last Day - Justin Moore

Flyin Down A Back Road - Justin Moore

A Woman Like You - Lee Brice

You're Still The One - Shania Twain

Golden Oldies

Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash

Hurt - Johnny Cash

Jolene - Dolly Parton

Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

Rose Garden - Lynn Anderson

Stand By Your Man - Tammy Wynette

Hello Darlin’ - Conway Twitty

I’d Just Love To Lay You Down - Conway Twitty

Crazy - Patsy Cline

Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man - Loretta Lynn

I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry - Hank Williams

Always on My Mind - Willie Nelson

Amarillo by Morning - George Strait

All My Ex's Live in Texas - George Strait

The Classics (From My Childhood)

When You Say Nothing At All - Alison Kraus

Strawberry Wine - Deana Carter

Islands in the Stream - Kenny Rogers & Dolly Parton

Independence Day - Martina McBride

Carrying Your Love With Me - George Strait

Ocean Front Property - George Strait

Ol’ Red - Blake Shelton

XXX’s and OOO’s - Trisha Yearwood

When Boy Meets Girl - Teri Clark

Heads Carolina, Tails California - Jo Dee Messina

Any Man of Mine - Shania Twain

Chattahoochie - Alan Jackson

Fishin’ in the Dark - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

God Blessed Texas - Little Texas

I Like It, I Love It - Tim McGraw

I Will…But - SHeDAISY

Friends in Low Places - Garth Brooks

Rodeo - Garth Brooks

Mountain Music - Alabama

Song of the South - Alabama

Maybe It Was Memphis - Pam Tillis

If I Could Make A Living - Clay Walker

Down on the Farm - Tim McGraw

Backwards Baseball Cap Country

Body Like A Backroad - Sam Hunt

Chillin’ It - Cole Swindell

Dirt - Florida Georgia Line

This Is How We Roll - Florida Georgia Line

Sun Daze - Florida Georgia Line

Crash My Party - Luke Bryan

Thinking of You - Dierks Bentley

See You Tonight - Scotty McCreery

Drunk on a Plane - Dierks Bentley

Drunk On You - Luke Bryan

Gonna Wanna Tonight - Chase Rice

Later On - The Swon Brothers

Women Singin’ About Dumb Men

Gunpowder & Lead - Miranda Lambert

Goodbye Earl - Dixie Chicks

Two Black Cadillacs - Carrie Underwood

That Don’t Impress Me Much - Shania Twain

My Give A Damn’s Busted- Jo Dee Messina

Songs That Would Make Good AU Fics

Austin - Blake Shelton

Something Like That - Tim McGraw

Fancy - Reba McEntire

There Goes My Life - Kenny Chesney

He Didn’t Have To Be - Brad Paisley

The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia - Reba McEntire

Colder Weather - Zac Brown Band

Thunder Rolls - Garth Brooks

Merry Go Round - Kacey Musgraves

Break Down Here - Julie Roberts

Nothing on But the Radio - Gary Allan

80s Mercedes - Maren Morris

Heartbreak Songs

Like We Never Loved at All - Faith Hill and Tim McGraw

More Like Her - Miranda Lambert

Do I? - Luke Bryan

Somewhere With You - Kenny Chesney

I Can’t Love You Back - Easton Corbin

Tomorrow - Chris Young

There’s Your Trouble - Dixie Chicks

Songs About Rain - Gary Allan

Break Up in a Small Town - Sam Hunt

Feel Good Summer Song -Scotty McCreery

If I Knew Then - Lady Antebellum

Stay - Sugarland

Straight Tequila Night - John Anderson

Watching Airplanes - Gary Allan

Your Side of the Bed - Little Big Town

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redrobin-detective · 8 years ago

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Toshinori and Nana and One for All

So I??? Invented a backstory for All Might, how he grew up, developed his ideals, met Nana and turned into the hero we all know and love. It's like, 100% made up but I adhered to canon events as best I could. I'm so stoked to hear more about Nana, Torino and young Toshi but until then, here's my dumb thoughts

- Toshinori Yagi was born in the United States, as American as Apple Pie. I personally am liking him being from the American Mid-west, I'm thinking like Kansas (like Clark Kent). I want him to be from a decently sized city but still with that Heartland feel. Toshinori is half Japanese on his father's side (hence his surname, Yagi) but takes after his American mother more with his blond hair and blue eyes. Despite the name and some Asian features, he's not involved with his culture at all. I'm playing with the idea that Toshinori wasn't his birth name growing up in American. Not sure yet but I'm liking the idea of a similar sounding name that people in Japan had problems pronouncing so they just started calling him Toshi which stuck. Once he was more settled in Japan, he changed it to Toshinori. Still working on that.

- Anyway, Toshinori had a good, nice American childhood with loving if maybe distant parents. He grew up on a small farm with his parents, which he both loved and hated because well farm but also he enjoyed the atmosphere and freedom. I see him as being a good, smiley kid with a strong sense of right and wrong. The hero situation is different back when he was a kid, less structured and more like vigilantism. I feel like Toshi would like the idea of heroes as a kid but it's never a big passion. The organized hero biz is still in it's infancy so it's not as big a deal. He, like Izuku, receives trouble for his quirklessness but it's not a big issue for him, he's ok with it as it's a little more common. Anyway, he's happy until, suddenly and tragically, he's orphaned at a young age maybe like 8

- Yeah, typical hero origin. He's got no other family and is shipped off to a city orphanage that just isn't cutting it for him. He takes to the streets, making his own way and learning how to survive on his own. But Toshinori has a heart of gold, he's always helping out others street kids, defending them from bullies, giving out his meager supplies. It's here he really sees how weak and defenseless he is without a quirk and works twice as hard to compensate. He is angry about what happened to him, feeling disillusioned about the state of the world and wanting to better it but he never lets it dim his inner goodness. Despite being a good kid, he becomes bitter about his situation and the so called heroes who aren't doing anything to help these kids. He hates the state of the world but wonders what a quirkless orphan like him can do.

- Years pass and Toshi is now like 10-11 when his life changes forever. Like another quirkless boy will do in the future, there's an incident (I'm feeling a fire in the abandoned building Toshi and his street kids have been squatting in?) where Toshinori rushes in without thinking while cops and heroes stand outside and make no moves to help for some reason. He's trying to save these kids and it seems they'll all die right there when a woman bursts in and tells them it's alright because she is here. She saves all of the kids and smiles down with admiration at the awestruck blond boy. Toshi hasn't liked heroes for a while, but after his first meeting with Nana he is amazed. He's not the only one, Nana saw so much raw potential in Toshinori. When she hears of his situation she can't leave him be. She's a mother as well as a hero and she's already a little smitten with a smart-ass street kid with a heart of gold. She offers to train him and he accepts. She vaguely thinks he might be a candidate for One for All but, at this stage, she's not thinking of a successor.

- Nana is native Japanese but she's a travelling hero. She believes a hero is supposed to be more than someone who punches bad guys, they should be someone who smiles and makes the world a happier place. Despite her incredibly power, she's not much of a fighter. She'd much rather rescue and inspire than exchange blows as she's such an open pacifist. She loves her husband as they work together to make the world a better place. She returns home frequently to see her husband and child and they have a good relationship despite her being gone so much. Also for some reason I hc her husband as a quirkless hero because I do. It's during one of these trips she finds Toshinori and basically adopts him.

- She and Toshi travel for a few months during this time they grow incredibly close. He calls her master but it's clear to everyone they're developing a mother/son bond. Her family and friends are taken aback that she's taken this reckless, not-powered kid under her wing. They all ask if she intends to give him One for All and she laughs it off that she's just helping Toshi out. Toshi himself, while very respectful of Nana, is a little bit of a delinquent. He's used to being completely independent and hasn't had the best education since being on the streets, he can be rude and surly, getting into fights with people he think are in the wrong and generally being kind of a brat. Nana mostly lets him work his issues out but she does stop him when he's gone too far or is in danger.

- After travelling a bit of the US and Europe, Nana gets the news that her husband has died in battle with All for One trying to get to her. She is devastated and tells Toshi she needs to return to Japan and probably stay there for a while, Toshi agrees to go with her. Once home, she puts her child into foster care out of desire to protect them. It nearly breaks her but one thing that holds her together is Toshi. Having him there, with his spirit and big heart, keeps her going. She feels incredibly guilty, as if she's trading one child for another. For the first time she properly considers Toshi as an heir for OFA which she'd kind of ignored out of desire to protect him from that fate. But now she feels she can't justify keeping him around (since she gave up her child to "protect them") unless she's planning on passing her power. She's torn but decides to tell Toshi about OFA, he's surprised but takes to it. He agrees to take the power when the time comes, she delays the transfer as she's not "ready to retire" but also to try and give him more time in case he changes his mind. She knows she's sentencing him to a hard life of brutal fights, that'll most likely kill him.

- Toshi is enrolled in Japanese Middle School while his training increases to prepare him for OFA. It's during this time he meets Gran Torino who is initially very antagonistic towards Toshi and thinks he isn't worthy. Toshi has trouble adjusting to Japanese life, not to mention not knowing the language and culture. He gets into lots of fights and really gains a perspective on how the world is. He comes up with the idea that the world needs a hero to serve as a pillar, an example that heroes and citizens can rally behind. Hearing this, Torino begins to change his mind on Toshi and starts working more with Nana to train him. Like his friend, he begins to develop a soft spot for the cheeky American. Nana meanwhile has put some distance between herself and Toshi, trying to be more of the mentor than the mother. She doesn't deserve to have another chance with a child and, besides, it'll only hurt more when he takes OFA.

- He graduates middle school after about a year. He has a bit of record and not the best grades but he finally has a clear vision of what he wants to be as a hero and has adjusted to living in Japan. Nana wants him to go to UA, the best hero school in the country. Toshi and Torino think it's time to pass on OFA so he get into the hero class and begin working towards his dream. Nana is still unhappy about putting this boy she cares for deeply in that kind of danger (since AFO is still out there waiting for her) and proclaims he's not ready yet. He's admitted to the UA General Department on Nana's recommendation, since his grades weren't the best. This puts him at odds with a lot of the other students, especially once it gets out that he's a quirkless student aiming for the hero department.

- Nana isn't quite a teacher at UA but works out of the school to do her hero work but she stops travelling and operates solely in Japan. She and Torino continue to train Toshi hard in both fighting and smarts and he becomes quite the force to reckoned with. He doesn't have a lot of friends, due to his intense, slightly abrasive personality but he still has Nana and Torino and that's enough. He does become friends with Naomasa Tsukauchi who remains a lifelong friend and grows up to be a detective. As his first term at UA concludes, he begins to wonder if Nana will ever give him OFA. He begins to doubt himself, doubt all the praise and assurances Nana has given him. He believes she doesn't think he's worthy but really she's not ready to put him in danger. This slowly starts to put a wedge in their relationship.

- All for One starts to move again and Nana is out for blood. This man killed her husband and made her give up her biological child. She tries to keep Toshi out of it and search for AFO on her own. This upsets Toshi who, again is feeling worthless and like Nana doesn't think he's good enough. This builds up until finally everything explodes out, they're both yelling and screaming and nothing really gets resolved because neither is willing to open up about what's really bothering them (Toshi and his insecurities, Nana and her protectiveness). The fight has upset Nana and it's during this time she finds AFO who approaches her seeing how off kilter she is. A huge fight ensues and Nana takes serious hits. AFO breaks her with his powers and with his words, breaking her will slowly but surely. She fights valiantly, trying to stay alive long enough to get back to the others and apologize and pass on OFA. But AFO is trying to end her now, knowing she hasn't passed on her quirk yet. He mortally wounds her and walks away knowing she doesn't have much time left.

- Toshi and Torino hear the commotion of this fight and know Nana has to be involved. Toshi, against Torino's warnings, rushes in trying to find Nana. He is so concerned for his mentor and angry that their last words had been an argument. He comes and finds her barely alive in the wreckage. He's trying to help, crying and doing all she can to save her. She's too wounded to say the things she wants to say, instead she uses her dwindling strength to try and put her blood into his mouth. Toshi is too upset at the time note the significance of the action when she dies shortly afterwards. Torino comes across Toshi crying over his mentor's body.

- They take away Nana's body and bury her in a private ceremony. She wasn't a well known hero at all, partially because she travelled so much and also because she wanted to keep a low profile. It's only later does Torino consider if Nana had been able to pass on OFA, but it's unclear if Toshi has actually swallowed enough of her blood. Toshi falls into a depression having lost someone he had been immensely close to, he takes a leave of absence from school and seems lost. It's only when he activates OFA on accident that he realizes that his teacher and his dream aren't gone yet. He's still broken up over her death, always will be, but if he stops now then her death and her faith in him will be wasted. He and Torino train hard for the next few months and come next term, he's easily able to register for the hero course. Torino becomes a teacher and trains the hell out of Toshi, he's fired for being too tough but by that point Toshi has immense control of his power and can move forward on his own.

- So Toshi was taken in by Nana around 10-11, travelled then came to Japan around 12, went through Japanese middle school and started at UA as a General student around 13-14. Nana died/passed OFA onto him around 15 or so

- To most people, All Might just came out of nowhere. UA seems to heavily emphasize the hero classes with not a lot of attention on the other sections. I feel like our Toshi would have been rather infamous in the General Department (maybe even going under a different name) but none of the other sections really knew about him so they didn't make the connection to the troublemaking, quirkless General student to the strong, powerful prodigy. Once he rose through the ranks in UA, he really developed his hero persona. A lot of his personality is an act, but not all. He does genuinely care for people and wants to save everyone but he puts on a big, blustery show to make people smile and reigns in his more reckless and ideological impulses in order to try and set a good example. He'll mostly deny it, but much of All Might's personality is faked with only the core elements truly belonging to Toshi.

- Toshinori decides to use all of his experiences to become the kind of hero he wants to see in the world: he thinks of his American upbringing, he thinks of the anger he felt at indifferent heroes only in it for the money and power, he thinks of how sad he was at the loss of so many people and how important a life is, he thinks about how the world needs a symbol to look up to, he thinks of Torino's tough love training that made him strong, he thinks of how Nana thought it was so important to smile and present a strong but reassuring front to the world. He chooses the name All Might because he swears to protect the people of the world with "All of his Might". He puts on a bright costume and an even brighter smile and he makes his debut and swears that he will achieve his goal for Nana and he will avenge her murder if it's the last thing he does. At this time, AFO does not know that Toshi has OFA (and he doesn't learn until much Toshi has grown in power and is able to deal a devastating blow to AFO)

- Years and years later, after many tragedies and triumphs, Toshi runs across a quirkless boy who loves heroes but doesn't have the power to be one himself. He smiles at the boy's spirit, at his astounding amount of compassion and perseverance, and offers his power to him. He has no way of knowing that, many years ago, Nana had looked at him with the same loving eyes. He doesn't quite understand that the pride and warmth he feels for Izuku is close to the feelings that Nana once held for him. Only when he furthers his training, and his bond, with Izuku does he start to properly understand his mentor and why she did what she did. It makes her seem close to him again and that alone is worth everything he has endured. He still hasn't told Izuku because he doesn't want to scare the boy with all that death talk and Toshi is very guarded and not one to open up on something so very personal. Maybe someday he'll tell his student about his wonderful teacher and how she made him into a hero.

#boku no hero academia #yagi toshinori #nana shimura #bnha headcanon #I just... completed invented an entire backstory for Toshinori and Nana #it's probably going to be 300% wrong but I kind of like it?#I'm intrigued by the parallels of Nana/Toshi/Nana's child and Toshi/Izuku/Nana's grandson #in how Nana in a way chose Toshi over her child #just how Toshi chooses Izuku over freaky hand guy #I also like the idea of Toshi developing a strong familial relationship with Nana #one that's not really acknowledged because she's still grieving her family #Toshi doesn't quite get how much she loved him until he starts feeling the same love for Izuku #Plus you'll never pull American Toshi from me #He was totally American and experienced immense culture shock in Japan #still vaguely playing with the idea that he had a more American first name #but was nicknamed Toshinori cause the Japanese couldn't pronounce his given name #and it stuck #He stayed in japan cause he lived there for so long it had become home #anyway this is getting long #for a completely fictional backstory for two fictional characters

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miraculoushipping · 8 years ago

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My (very big) Bellarke fic tbr pile

These are fics I’ve found but haven’t read yet.. Probably because I got distracted by another fic. It’s been in my drafts for a while, because that’s where I keep it so I don’t lose them.. I don’t know why I just don’t bookmark them tbh. I just find this easier.. So I thought I might as well share it.

**edit: I was about to delete the ones that I’ve already read considering that it is, you know, a tbr pile but now that’s it out there might as well just use it as a fic rec thing.. SO. Uh.. The ones I’ve already read are gonna be marked since I still use this to keep track of the fics I still have to read. And I’ve added some more fics, yay!

10 Years On The Ground by crystalkei

Abby looking back at how Clarke has grown up, how she’s never grown back to being close to her daughter, and how she pretty much tries to blame everything on that flop Bellamy and his horrible hair.

a lightning in your eyes by flonkertons

the pedal's down, my eyes are closed

"You're the one with the Masters funding." He says it like he already knows, is already using it as the whole basis of her personality. "I'm Bellamy Blake."

"Nice to meet you," she lies through her teeth.

Clarke Griffin is the newest member of the Classical History Review and Bellamy Blake is at the bottom of her list of people to befriend. Well, she's been wrong before. AU.

we raise the fire

"Tell her what we have to play this year," he says, very seriously. He bows his head like he's in prayer.

Bellamy pauses for effect (he's so fucking dramatic all the time) and Clarke adds in a drumroll in her mind. "Dodgeball."

Clarke finds out the CHR has rivals. (Timestamp to the pedal's down, my eyes are closed, but can be read as a standalone.)

Aces by winterwaters

Stack The Deck

Modern AU: When Clarke’s dad visits, she asks her friend and next-door neighbor Bellamy to pretend he’s her boyfriend to get her dad off her back. Bellamy agrees, though maybe he takes to the “pretend” part of it a little too eagerly. Inspired by episode 4x09 of The Big Bang Theory (The Boyfriend Complexity) where Penny’s dad comes to visit and she asks Leonard to pretend. Title and a couple lines of dialogue are from the ep.

Show Your Cards

Modern AU: Bellamy accompanies Clarke to her cousin's wedding as her "boyfriend." The day ends up being more eventful than either expect.

Wild Card

Clarke can't imagine waiting even one more night now that she knows Bellamy Blake returns her affection. So what if they're at a family wedding?

Winning Hand

Bellamy finally gets to take Clarke on that date - and a hell of a lot more, as their relationship progresses.

All We Know Is Distance (we're close and then we run) by LayALioness

She feels nervous, which she knows is dumb. They’re her soulmate. Whatever she decides to write, they’ll understand. They’ll probably just be happy to get something.In the end, she chooses something easy. Simple. She draws three little green stars on her opposite hand, and then holds her breath and waits.

all roads lead home by morningstar

Twenty-four-year-old heiress Clarke is hiding out at the Blake farm. For the past few years, Clarke has eluded her gold-digger stepmother who’ll do anything to gain control of her and Griffin Steel. But just when Clarke thinks she’s safe, a private investigator is hot on her trail, and her luck is about to run out in more ways than one.

Bellamy Blake is fresh out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit, arrives to claim the house his grandmother left him, and finds a strange girl living there, all hell breaks loose. He’ll try his best to get her to leave, but he’s met his match.

Alone Together by tellthemstories

Clarke shows up at Bellamy’s apartment at exactly two minutes to midnight on a Thursday.

He's not sure how she ends up staying the night — or why he doesn't turn her away, when it happens again. And again.

An Ocean Between the Waves by dropshipheroes

"I love you, but I'm not sure I want to anymore."

Bellamy comes back and nothing is the same.

Arsonist's Lullabye by marauders_groupie

Because, and it’s funny how things turn out to be that way sometimes, Clarke Griffin is thirty years old, an accomplished medical professional who was set to marry her fiancé in a month, but the only thing she can remember as a moment of pure happiness in her whole life is scorching hot Virginia summer, being seventeen and lying on the hood of a bright red Mustang, holding hands with a boy who wore the same pained expression as she did, but there were flames in his eyes.

In which Clarke's life spirals downwards and she goes back to the town of Ark, just like she did when her father died thirteen years ago, because the town and one Bellamy Blake helped then and she's hoping they can help now.

Best Laid Plans by FrisianWanderer

Plan B Stands For Bellamy Blake

Throughout their final year of college, and even after they graduated, Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake were each other's beard, their saviour in case of unwelcome advances or a bad dating emergency. And it had worked perfectly.

Until now.

Plan C Stands For Clarke Griffin

Bellamy likes Clarke, but instead of dating her, he becomes her beard.

And it sucks..

Big Damn Regency AU by queenofchildren

Call it Patience, Call it Hope

With both parents passed away and a younger sister to support, Bellamy Blake may not have drawn the easiest lot in life. But he had a plan: Rise through the ranks of the Royal Navy, find a good husband for his sister, make Lieutenant or maybe even Captain, and keep sailing and fighting until he died at sea. What he had not planned for was suddenly inheriting a title, complete with lands and fortune.

Instead of simply trying to stay alive long enough to get Octavia settled comfortably, now he had to figure out how to run an estate, bring his sister out into society while protecting her from rakes and fortune hunters, and remember his manners around one stubborn, haughty, irresistible Lady Clarke Griffin, Daughter of the Earl of Arkton – and very soon the bane of his existence.

Could never love by halves

As promised: The wedding night from Call it Patience, Call it Hope in all its smutty glory. Since I could not resist adding an extended wedding night scene but did not want to raise the rating on Call it Patience, I made it a different work. Beware: lots of feelings. So many feelings. They are very much in love, it's actually a little sickening.

You should probably have read Call it Patience, Call it Hope before this.

Bloodstains and Innocence: A Clarke Griffin Mystery by HawthorneWhisperer

Police Chief Clarke Griffin knows three things:

1) Charles Pike is dead.

2) Octavia Blake is the prime suspect.

3) Bellamy Blake a giant pain in the ass with no business being involved in a murder investigation, and yet here he is, working the case alongside her.

A hurricane is approaching the sleepy little island of Arkadia, NC as evidence begins to mount against Octavia and Clarke wrestles with her increasingly complicated relationship with Bellamy, all while trying to answer one simple question:Who killed Charles Pike?

by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel by tacosandflowers

We Are Undone by Each Other

“We hate each other.”He raised an eyebrow.

“Do we?”She sighed, “You know what I mean.

”Bellamy shook his head, his eyes on her mouth.

“I don’t know left from right when it comes to you these days, Griffin.”

Dr. Clarke Griffin is the lead biological anthropologist at L'Arche, one of the biggest upper Paleolithic archaeological sites in Europe. Every summer, she runs the excavations at L'Arche with her infuriating co-leader, lead archaeologist Dr. Bellamy Blake. They've been at each other's throats for years, and the 2015 field season looks like it's going to be one of their most combative yet, thanks to some things that changed the year before. Clarke is ready work hard for the success of the dig and ready to fight him at every turn if she must. But Bellamy is tired of fighting.

Undone: Companion Pieces

She rose from her chair and looked him up and down like she was sizing him up and deciding in her mind how much shit she would give him that summer. She propped one hand on her hip and cocked it out just so and it made him remember what a nightmare it was to have a total fox for a nemesis.

“Fine,” she said.

“It’s no secret that we dislike each other,” he started to say, but she cut him off with a low chuckle.

“That’s an understatement."

Dr. Bellamy Blake and Dr. Clarke Griffin run an archaeological site every summer, and they've been at each other's throats for years. This season, things are different. Bellamy is tired of fighting. A set of companion pieces--that has evolved into a full companion piece--to my other story, We Are Undone by Each Other, told from Bellamy's perspective.

Thirty-seven Days

She laughs, because now that she’s said it, it sounds kind of silly. “You’re the first... lover I’ve ever had in this apartment, okay?”

A smile spreads across his face. “That’s fine with me,” he says.

“It’s not that I haven’t had people in my life,” she continues, and his smile vanishes. She chuckles indulgently at him and slides her hand down to interlace her fingers with his. “Don’t be jealous, you know you’re the only one for me now.”

aka: Clarke has Bellamy over to her apartment for the first time and things get real. A response to some reader requests / an epilogue to We Are Undone by Each Other / Undone: Companion Pieces, at least one of which you should probably read first if you want this to make any sense.

Future Tense

"You're right,” Clarke says, and it doesn’t sound like she enjoys admitting it. “I haven't been in a relationship with anyone in a while. But I am now." She pulls her hand away to gesture towards him. "Let's try this again. This is Bellamy. He's my boyfriend. It's serious."

Abby's eyes fly to Bellamy, appraisingly. Great. These expectations are going to be really fun to live up to.

Clarke and Bellamy go back to her hometown so she can give a speech at the opening reception for Wells Jaha Hall, and Bellamy finally meets Abby Griffin. A continuation of the "We are Undone by Each Other" universe.

coastal waters by saem

They reach the ocean two years after they come back to Earth.

Some of the kids decide to stay with their parents, of course. But many of the Camp Jaha residents choose to come with them to the sea. All in all, when they arrive at the coast, the procession is 126 people strong.

Clarke stands on the weathered highway, the weight of the pack on her shoulders suddenly lighter, so much so that she might float away. There’s a beach in front of the road, and beyond that, the ocean is an immense wall of blue.

(Clarke used to live in space, but somehow the ocean looks bigger than the cosmos ever did.)

Dawn by ihidemycrazy

When the snobbish Clarke Griffin moves in upstairs, Bellamy's pretty sure they aren't going to be friends. But with Octavia and Lincoln spending more and more time together, it looks like Bellamy and Clarke might just have to learn how to get along.

Aka the Bellarke Pride and Prejudice AU that no one asked for!

face it, tiger by hai_mae*

All Monty and Jasper have ever wanted was to become famous comic book writers. They have the talent, but they just can't manage to come up with any ideas that... well. Don't suck. But then they stumble across Coffee Grounders, where all the baristas and regulars are ridiculously, painfully attractive-- especially Clarke and Bellamy, who spend as much time staring wistfully at each other as they do screaming about who makes a better cappuccino. And Monty and Jasper should probably ask their permission before they use them as characters in their new webcomic, but hey. They figure it won't be a big deal.

(It becomes a big deal.)

In which Monty becomes one of the creators of the year's best new webcomic, drinks a lot of chai tea lattes, and falls hopelessly, pathetically in love with that one sullen barista who always wears a beanie.

Five Years by joeyjwitter

The three times the five years age difference between Bellamy and Clarke changes things and the one time it doesn't.

Hope You Raise Your Cup (When That Sun Goes Down) by jollyrogerjayhawk

Bellamy and Clarke have been together since the Day Trip. Now they are finally reuniting and moving forward in multiple ways after Mount Weather. OneYearofThe100 Fic Week Collection.

I Have Never Known Colour (like this morning reveals to me) by Pammcasso

The World is Brighter Than The Sun Now That You’re Here

The World is Brighter than The Sun Now That You’re Here (though your eyes will need some time to adjust)

As a child, Clarke liked to refer to someone's colour-match as their soulmate. For months she would talk loudly about how she couldn't wait to meet them... But that was a long time ago. Reality is more complicated.

Colour sure is pretty though.

Black or White or Vivid Colour (after a while it all runs together)

Continuation of World is Brighter Than the Sun 'verse, where the world is in black and white until you're in proximity to your soulmate. In the aftermath of the destruction of the Mountain, Arkadia is trying to find its feet, political tension simmers in Polis, and colour-matches remain more trouble than they're worth.Meanwhile, some witch called Alie claims to have a cure for colour blindness.

I held you like it was nothing (it was something) by 9crimes

4 times Bellamy and Clarke get caught, and 1 time they don't

I Threw Stones at the Stars (but the Whole Sky Fell) by somethingofatrainwreck

Everything about them had a steady pace: a couple hundred tiny steps and then one big leap, like the way the wind would blow against a door that never closed all the way, little by little until eventually it flew open all at once. Or the story of how two walking disasters gradually stumble into something beautiful.

Now with an alternate ending

In Words And Pictures by lettertoelise

It was something Clarke had never really thought much about, the stray marks of ink or paint that would appear on her body - the ones she had no recollection of putting there - the ones that took days to fade.She hadn’t made the connection until she woke one morning with a black eye and purple marks stretching across her torso, the words - Stop drawing on me - blaze across her forearm. Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.

It Was Always You by Willaphyx

Inspired by a prompt on Tumblr: "We got involved in a fight at a bar and had to spend the night sharing a cell AU".

Octavia and Raven take Clarke out for a bit of fun. Clarke ends up punching a random stranger in the face, only to find out the next morning (after sharing a cell with him for the night) that he's Octavia's older brother who's in town for the foreseeable future as a visiting professor at the local university.

I've Fallen Out Of Favor (I've Fallen From Grace) by alienor_woods

“So that’s it. You led an army to Mount Weather for our friends and now you’re just gonna sit back let the Council decide everything else without even hearing what they want to do?”

"I'm done deciding who lives and who dies."

[Speculative post-S2 finale fic; Canon compliant through "Bodyguard of Lies."]

Just Like the Kids in Art School Said They Would by LayALioness

Raven gives them each a raised brow in turn. “So is this going to be a thing, now?”

Clarke and Bellamy share a look. It’s unclear what thing Raven’s referencing specifically; them, giggling over inappropriate jokes about Greek myths? Drinking coffee from cereal bowls? Clarke’s ridiculous sweatshirt? It’s not really very clear.

“Definitely,” Bellamy decides with a grin, and Clarke grins back because yeah, they might be friends now.

Or, Clarke moves into a co-op, and Bellamy steals all their food.

Lines in the Sand by AshVee

The ARC has fallen. Mount Weather is behind them. Clarke is about to find out that sometimes, you have to draw a line in the sand, no matter how much you care about those on the other side.

long day by crookedqueen

bellamy + clarke as co-dependent, twenty-something roommates (or, the one in which they’re dating already but don’t know it, and bellamy only realizes he has a heart when it breaks)

Lovely, Dark, and Deep by lordmxrphy

Bellamy and Clarke grow up together in Arksmouth, a village cowering in the shadow of a wolf. The wolf is only kept at bay by monthly sacrifices of the town’s livestock on the full moon. When the wolf murders Harper, Clarke’s sister, killing for the first time in 20 years, Clarke is caught in the middle of a wolf hunt. Who can she trust when even Bellamy, her best friend and the man she’s fallen in love with, could be the wolf?

Me Without You by rebelqueen

Begins after Season 2 (we are going to pretend for a moment Season 3 never happened for a moment).

After Clarke runs off after the events at Mount Weather, Bellamy spends months looking for her. When he finally finds her, she has lost all memory of the past two years. She doesn't remember coming down to Earth, but more importantly she doesn't remember Bellamy. Will Bellamy be able to handle losing her one more time? Will he be able to get his Clarke back, or is she gone forever?

No Other Explanation by NikeCastle

“Slytherin Princess.” He mouthed with an off-kilter smile that read more like a sneer.

Being a Slytherin meant being powerful, being ambitious, holding court. And that’s just what Clarke did with a smile just as serpentine as the rest.

“You want a Slytherin Princess?” She mouthed clearly at Bellamy half-way through the meal. “You have one.”

---

Three times Clarke Griffin denied she was falling in love with a Gryffindor, and one time where she accepted that she’d already fallen.

patient heart by glowinghorizons

“Going to stick around for more than a week this time?” He asks, his tone biting, and she winces.

“Bellamy--”

“O said you were alone. Gonna be hard for you to fix up that house without your Mom’s money.”

Clarke feels his words like a physical blow. Normally she would snap right back at him, accuse him of being a townie like she would have if she were still sixteen, but her wounds are too fresh, her heart too broken. She forces a smile. “Good to know you haven’t changed a bit, Bellamy. Still an asshole.”

His eyes flash. “That’s rich, coming from you.” She sees hurt there in his eyes, buried under ten years of distance between them, and she looks away.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I’m going to go.”

“Running away was always your specialty.” His words just barely reach her as she walks away, and she heads down the street quickly, before she feels the first tear fall.

OR;

Clarke spends summers in Arkadia in the beach house down the street from the Blakes. It's been 10 years since she left without a word.

Pistols at Dawn by queenofchildren

Bellamy Blake's political star is on the rise, until his opponents throw some dirt that sticks. So he calls in an expert: Clarke Griffin, professional crisis manager, has helped many a powerful person weather outrageous scandals with her team.

But Clarke has no idea that saving Bellamy Blake will unearth secrets that should have stayed buried – and change both their lives forever.

Poisoned Crown by FelicisQuill2

“Fine," he breathes out. "I want you. But I shouldn't, and you don't feel . . . we're . . . Damn it! I told you to come home with me, Clarke. What did you think that meant?" He throws it out into the space between us that’s lit only by hazy yellow emergency floor lights.

I’m pretty sure I stop breathing.

He takes a few steps closer to the rover.

“I know," I nod softly. "I'm sorry. But I'm not going to leave you, ever again. I swear to you. I promise," I say firmly. "If you want me, I’m right here."

“The price is too high. We don't even know if we're going to live. But I want you to have the best chance to survive. You need to get on a lifeboat and let me go, Clarke.”

~~~~~~

The Council decides to relocate the Sky People to a safe zone. But there aren't enough lifeboats for everyone. Bellamy convinces himself he doesn't deserve to start a new life after everything he's done. Clarke refuses to leave without him.

Pour Me Another by Shippershape

“Isn’t your job to get me drunk, not to sober me up?”

“My job is to take care of customers,” he replies dryly. “Besides, I’m legally responsible for making sure you don’t get wasted here and go wreak havoc in the streets.”

Clarke has a bad day, and tells her bartender all about it. She assumes she'll never have to see him again, but you know what they say about assumptions. Some of the tags refer to later chapters.

run off in the night by SmoakScreen (midwestwind)

i don't wanna live like this. (i don't wanna die.)

When Clarke packed up in the middle of the night and took off in her dad’s SUV, she wasn’t really sure what she was trying to find but the hitchhikers - a friendly outspoken girl and her mildly unnerving brother - she picks up certainly weren’t it.

know that i've been wicked. (the road to hell is wide.)

Bellamy just wanted to move across the country with his sister, okay? He didn't ask for all of this drama Clarke Griffin brings to the table.Except he kind of likes it.A sequel to i don't wanna live like this. (i don't wanna die.) from Bellamy's point of view.

Say You'll Remember Me by Willaphyx

Clarke wasn't expecting to find romance on her family's annual summer escape to Kennebunkport, Maine. But then, she also wasn't expecting Bellamy Blake.

Or a summer romance AU loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's Wildest Dreams.

Show Me What I'm Looking For by bitscrawford

The surviving delinquents are sitting around the dropship, knees pulled to their chests, heads buried between their knees. Clarke can’t blame them for looking so weary, really. They’re too young to have just fought a battle, too young to know war so personally, too young to live with the fact that they just finished incinerating hundreds of grounders, hundreds of people.

Death is everywhere on the ground; it’s unavoidable. It’s remarkable that so many of them had survived for this long.

Canon compliant through Season 1, but Monty never went missing, the Mountain Men never showed up, and the Ark never came down.

Sing the Rage of Peleus' Son Achilles by viansian

"I have spent my entire life afraid of men thought to be gods," he finally says. "I'll tell you a secret, princess: these men? The ones who claim to be deities? Their blood isn't ichor. They bleed red like the rest of us, and sometimes they need to be reminded of that."

Slow It Down by monroeslittle

It was strong, making her eyes water, and that was when she noticed that she’d drawn attention from a guy three stools down. “It tastes like gasoline with vague cranberry essence,” she explained, and his lips quirked up in amusement. “I’m Clarke,” she added.

"Bellamy," he said.

modern AU, a one-night stands results in a little surprise.

Something To Hold Onto by crystalkei

A 100 Big Bang fic!Clarke has been walking for three days trying to come to terms with her decisions and how to live with the person she’s become after everything that’s happened in Mount Weather. Bellamy finds her and offers a field trip if she wants in. Travel 250 miles to where another section of the Ark fell to collect a part Raven needs.

“Should take, what, a week to walk that far? If we don’t have any problems?” she asked and she watched Bellamy as he tried not to smile. He knew he had her.

Just pretend it’s a two week long Day Trip! With a found polaroid camera, an old man who swears a lot, a sexy library, and a good old fashion kidnapping by fanatics!

Suddenly I Sea by adventursplorer

On the Island of Terra, Clarke has gotten as job at the ARK Labs as a Marine Biologist. She's decidedly moved there away from her mother who she can't stand, to then months later meet Bellamy Blake the new Environmental Scientist.

He comes a few months after she has, uncovering her darkest memories and secrets in only days of knowing her. Clarke wonders how she trusts this guy so much with such little time from them meeting, but yet she still tells him.

Take Me By The Hand by HawthorneWhisperer

When Clarke Griffin summoned you, you answered. Bellamy's previous employment at Griffin Industries had been marked by constant, unceasing arguments with her, back when she was just a lowly division manager and he was her second-in-command, to the point where most of the staff would put money on what would cause their next blowout (Monroe once thanked him for picking a fight over a vendor, as that apparently paid her cable bill for the month). Still, they had an unmarred record of the best numbers in the entire company for three years running. If she was offering him a job, it was probably worth his while to leave work early and see what she had in mind.

“Good to see you,” Clarke said and clicked the door shut behind her. But rather than walk behind her desk she perched against it, her hands resting on either side. The sun was setting behind her and damn, he’d forgotten how pretty she was. Her hair was flowing down to her shoulders and her light blue blouse was open just one button too far. She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. “There’s no good way to say this. I need you to marry me.”

(Bellarke Fake Marriage AU featuring the usual amounts of contrivances, angst, and smut.)

Take Some of Mine by Zovrin

The adults will not allow two teenagers to rule. A siege could turn into an assassination plot. Can Clarke and Bellamy survive it? Who wants them dead? What will happen to the 100 after Mount Weather? Follows the TV series through episode 2x09. Bellarke is the most focused relationship. I've changed the rating to mature because of chapter 12, it's basically teen before then.

Talk Nerdy To Me by jaegermighty*

"I would’ve gone to bat for you," Bellamy says, "if it’d gone the other way." (bellamy's a professor. clarke digs it. nerdy sex verse.)

Tell Me Where You've Been Lately by LayALioness

BELLAMY: Don’t freak out.

CLARKE: that sentence is always guaranteed to freak me out fyi CLARKE: why am i not freaking?

BELLAMY: I didn’t get a cat.

CLARKE: you seem to be under the impression that a pet cat is necessary for my happiness. the cat was your idea, i don’t care if you don’t get one. although i did come up with some truly awesome cat names while you were gone.

BELLAMY: I got a dog instead.

CLARKE: what.

BELLAMY: I got a dog. A puppy actually. She’s cute. What were the cat names?

CLARKE: bellamy you were supposed to get a cat.

BELLAMY: Sorry, can’t text and drive. See you in a bit!

CLARKE: bELLAMY

The 100: Down to Earth series by adventursplorer

Down to Earth

A 'The 100' story --- It's the 100 and they've just arrived down on Earth, the Princess Clarke Griffin and the rebel Bellamy Blake have to work together as leaders to try and help the 100 survive Earth and it's inhabitants. Will the leaders relationship continue to blossom, or will they tear the 100 apart?

Solid Ground

A 'The 100' story - Sequel to Down to Earth --- The ark has come down. Kane and Abby are trying to impose order to their new lives without a chancellor. Clarke is doing everything in her power to break free of the grasps of the mountain men to get outside and find Bellamy and the rest of her people. Bellamy and Jones encounter an old enemy and they all try to find a way to save the captured 100. There's only one problem, who has taken them?

The Art of Kissing by Rumaan

Monty Green's film project aims to capture first kisses. Bellamy is manipulated into signing up and Clarke is determined to prove that she is fun.

The Beat My Heart Skips by thearkdelinquents

“You just got beer all over our tent. That I have to sleep in for the next four days.” Clarke said, gesturing towards the now-wet tent and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, you could always come stay in ours.” Bellamy winked at her as Jasper snorted and clapped him on the back.

“Or you could always pull your head out of your ass and watch where you’re going,” she fired back, staring him down.

Bellamy grinned at her as he sensed the challenge. It was going to be a long four days.

The Bellarke Music Festival AU I've been wanting to write forever.

The Horizon Lies Ahead by fawna

The first time Bellamy met Clarke she had a gun in her hand and blood on her face. The first time Clarke met Bellamy he had a gun to his forehead and fear in his eyes.

Or when Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin become partners in a zombie apocalypse.

The House Guest by Shippershape

Clarke loves her best friend, so when Octavia's brother needs a place to stay, Clarke doesn't think twice about offering up her loft. It's no trouble at all, that is until Clarke realizes what a surly, arrogant prick he is. When a few days turns into a few weeks it's too late to back out, and now she finds herself stuck with an unwelcome roommate.

PART 2 (Ch. 20-27): The second half of this story deals with some darker content. Someone from Clarke's past comes back to haunt her, and neither she nor Bellamy realize that there's something more sinister standing between them and their possible reconciliation than either of them could have predicted.

The Most Dangerous Word by clarkescrusade (alindy)

"Clarke’s laughter pushed Monty forward and gave him, despite him knowing that this word was the most dangerous of them all, the littlest bit of hope."

The Odds Are Good by tacosandflowers

He looks down at her and it's kind of too much, the wine and the emotions of the day coming down on her all at once, and there's something there in the depths of his eyes that's knocking on a door she keeps shut inside. So she buries her face against his upper chest and rests her cheek against him. She can feel his breath against her hair and she can smell his clean, masculine scent and feel the texture of his clean-shaven jawline if she moves her head just so.

His arms tighten around her and she feels like this is the physical manifestation of how they make each other feel safe, the way they'd talked about the night after she'd stitched him up. The way they fit perfectly together, balancing each other as they lean into one another and just hold on through the song

.**

Clarke Griffin has whitewater in her blood, and nobody knows the river better than Bellamy Blake. She's intrigued.

The whitewater kayaking AU that nobody asked for.

The Rebel Series by adventursplorer

Rebel

My name is Clarke Griffin. I am of the Sea Clan. I am the daughter of the vice leader of my clan, Abby Griffin, who is second to our leader Diana Sydney.

Our enemy clan is the North Forest Clan (or just the Forest Clan), always wanting to steal our land to gain territory for themselves. Their absolute insane savage of a leader will not give up on trying taking our territory. His name is Thelonious Jaha and ever since the death of his son, he has not been right in the head.

His second however, is saner than he is, but still will kill someone without a second of doubt. He goes by the name Bellamy Blake.

***** I am Bellamy Blake, Second of the Forest Clan and I hate it. I hate my life, I hate my leader, and I hate my position. I have to kill people on the command of my leader, and if I don't, I lose the only thing in my life I don't hate and the only I care about. My little sister, Octavia.

Well she may not be little anymore, but she will always be my most precious gem and will always be my little sister.

I am also secretly known as the Rebel King.

The Fallen

As Dante Wallace, leader of The Ship which rotates around the Earth, takes his last few breaths, he sees an illegal dropship being launched from the dropship station. As his eyes grow heavy and his vision darkens around the edges, his dying wish is that who ever was on that ship survived and continued what he thought was the last of the human race on Earth.

Seven friends and two stowaways make their way down to Earth, crash landing just off the coast in the Pacific Ocean. They find an island, but will their new life down on Earth be as happy as they thought it would be, or did they just land in a new hell. Friendship, love and trust will be tested which could potentially have serious consequences.

Could the nine all survive the perilous drop? Could they survive each other?

The Secrets We Don’t Keep by shadowglove

...Or the one in which Clarke thinks she's kept the fact that she's pregnant (and that Bellamy is the father) a secret, but she really hasn't.

the world was born in smoke and fire (and so were we) by forgivenessishardforus

The crown rests heavy on top of his head, eight pounds of gold encrusted with emeralds and rubies and a thousand tons of responsibility and duty. He can feel its edge digging painfully into the skin of his forehead, can already sense some of his curls getting hopelessly tangled around the prongs. He forces himself to hold still, understanding the importance and uniqueness of this moment.

He is the first ever king not descended from royal blood. The first king to usurp the previous before his death, and banish him for crimes of inhumanity performed against his people. He is twenty-two years old, and the streets whisper his name.

“Bellamy Blake,” Marcus Kane, his mentor and first advisor, intones, “King of Polis, Lord of the Stars and Protector of the Earth, you may rise.”

Through the Wire (Up in Flames) by flonkertons

Clarke had planned on spending her summer break sleeping in until noon, catching up on the last season of Bakeoff, and maybe flirting with Bellamy Blake. But when Monty asks her to investigate a fire at the bakery, she and Bellamy are drawn into a plan to destroy a bakery, and if they're not careful, the two of them as well.

Thunderstorms Instead of Blood by marauders_groupie

A Bellarke car racing AU.

It goes like this:

Nothing in the world except for the two of them. Haphazardly thrown smirks, the smell of gasoline and burning rubber. A 1974 Pontiac Firebird – phoenix rising from the ashes of the asphalt. An electric blue 1969 Camaro whose electricity coils up the air, overflowing with tension.

Nothing in the world except for Bellamy and Clarke, their cars and a vast racetrack in front of them that feels like a promise of victory.

Gasoline has always tasted better than water and their hearts don’t beat – they thrum in rhythm to their engines.

That’s the way it has always been. That’s the way it always will be. Go out in a pyre of glory or don’t come at all.

To Kill A King by nighimpossible*

Bellamy is an lowborn orphan daring to dream bigger than his meager beginnings, and Clarke is a princess engaged to be married to the prince of the Jaha Kingdom. In a land where corruption and greed rule both the castle and the city streets, both Bellamy and Clarke will learn the true cost of what it takes to kill a king.

Together by winterwaters

Tumblr prompt from rashaka: Clarke is having an argument (mom? murphy? jaha?) that gets really shout-y. She's storming out when she says "And another thing!" then grabs Bellamy (standing nearby watching), kisses him hard in front of the whole room, then lets him go and barges out.

~~~~ AU after 2x08, where Jaha is chancellor again on Earth.

Unlikely Alliance by rebelqueen

Clarke starts her first year of college at her mom's Alma Mater, where she is accepted as a legacy into Zeta Beta Theta. The only thing driving her more insane than the copious amounts of glitter and smiling is the president of Omega Kappa Phi, Bellamy Blake.

when the first bombs fell we were already bored by kindclaws

Rangers Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha are drift-compatible but refuse to pilot together. When Kane pressures them to find a solution, Raven Reyes and Bellamy Blake step up to the challenge. The months that follow are a whirlwind of Kaiju, media speculation, and quiet moments between battles that let unexpected partnerships grow. In the aftermath of the apocalypse, everyone wonders who piloted the very last Jaeger. The ones who know, aren’t telling.

(Literally a mixed media fic. Don't try reading it on mobile I'm pretty sure it'll crash and burn.)

when lightning strikes marble by kindclaws

All the best stories in Bellamy's childhood began late into the night, by the orange glow of a dying candle as his mother finally put her sewing away and pulled him and Octavia close, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper as she would say 'Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom just like our Arkadia...

'He never imagined he'd be living one of those legends, fraught with danger and magic, the prophesies of spectres, heartbroken dragons, and a certain blonde sorcereress with a knack for getting under his skin.

Where The Lines Overlap by goldenheadfreckledheart

Anon prompt: Modern day college AU where things got mixed up and Clarke and Bellamy get set as roommates. They hate each other at first, but kind of grow on each other.

You Are The Girl That I’ve Been Dreaming Of by wafflesofdoom

bellamy blake had one golden rule - don't fall in love (and never make a girl breakfast). then, he gets accidentally gets elected student council president alongside clarke griffin (long story), and they sort of maybe become friends, and his entire world gets shaken up.he was in trouble, and she was the cause of it all. though, her doucheface of a boyfriend didn't exactly help matters, either.

you better listen to the cat by MercuryM

“How exactly did you two get to know each other again?”

“Tinder.” Wells didn’t look all that satisfied and Bellamy elaborated. “My uh, cat, swiped right on Clarke’s profile and well, the rest is history.”

“What?” Clarke turned around to face him and Bellamy was pinned under her narrowed gaze. “You didn’t tell me about that.”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Oh hey, my cat was playing around with my phone and she got us matched, but no worries, I think she has good taste.’”

You’re a princess and I’m your lionheart by Pepperish

Prompt: Bellarke Hogwarts!AU

It was hate at first sight.

She was an impressionable eleven-year old girl – filled with the appropriate barely-contained excitement and bubbling joy that comes with being a first year – who had just been told Gryffindors are evil. Ok, maybe she was told they were “self-entitled pricks with a fucking hero-in-shiny-armour complex”, but, as smart as Clarke was, she was not sure she got the proper meaning of it.

Of course, Clarke didn’t quite believe it at first – how could a whole house be evil? An esteemed Hogwarts house no less? Her father’s house -, but maybe now she was starting to understand.

The realization hit her in the form of Bellamy Blake.

(Or Bellamy and Clarke meet in Hogwarts and end up leading the resistance against Lord Wallace together. The hundredth Hogwarts!AU no one asked for)

You're My Joy, Always Remember Me by takemehome21

Clarke goes to Dublin to propose to her boyfriend on Leap Day. When her plan gets a bit off track the last person she expects to run into is Bellamy, her childhood best friend, whom she hasn’t spoken to in six years. And she definitely doesn’t count on him offering to take her to Dublin.

Leap Year AU

I’ve already read these but I wanted all of you to suffer as I have suffered:

Where's My Love series by insideimfeelindirty and These Words Are My Own by dirtytrix

*needs an ao3 account

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