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Empress Part 8
Summary: Youâre apart of the 100. Youâre very bad-ass and donât take shit from no-one. However, the longer youâre on earth, the more complicated things become.
Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!
Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana
First P.O.V
Trevor glances up at me with a haunting smirk. His eyes are so dark, they donât look like the irises of the boy Iâve grown to know. They donât look the same, nor are they far from his own. Murphyâs been whispering in his ear. That little snake. âTrevor, hun. You donât need to do this.â I say in a warm tone. Heâs weak around me which unsettles me more. I can control him but Iâm not sure about Murphy. The older boy smirks at me before tutting. âDonât move, (Y/n). our beef isnât with you. Just sit there and look pretty and we want have a problem.â I sigh at my constant need to disobey. âYou know I canât. Look, Blakeâs an ass. No doubt about it. And it kills me to say it but we need him. Murphy, I donât blame you for how you were treated but the choices you make who you are. They are manacles. Weights for you to bare alone. Donât let this be one of them.âÂ
I can tell my words have an effect on him that only lasts a moment before he smirks up at me with a sly smile. âYouâd be a good diplomat. Almost had me with those pretty eyes-â he says, waving his gun around absentmindedly. It makes my stomach flip with nerves. âYou move, princess, and I wonât hesitate.â Trevorâs jaw drops. Threatening me was not apart of their plan. âMURPHY!â Trevor gawks, disgusted by his betrayal. âGo grab the rope and tie her up. Fofill some fantasies while youâre at it.â The young boys cheek turn a heavy pink with embarrassment while Bellamy and I recoil in disgust. I donât even realize how close Murphy is to me until I feel him wrap his hand around my throat, knocking me down to my knees with a painful blow. âStop!â Bellamy shouts with a voice of urgency.Â
I try not to flinch under Murphy's burning grip that only seems to tighten. âHave I hit a nerve, Blake?â Murphy accuses, wild eyes shifting between him and I. Why would I mean anything to him? I canât help but wonder. Before I can even find the answer, the older boy yanks my head by my hair, jamming the front of the revolver into the side of my throat. âGet on the stool or I blow her brains out.â Though Trevor and Bellamy want to fight back, they are no match for a gun. He digs the head of the weapon further in and I canât help but choke, an innate reaction. Bellamy grabs the noose before glancing at me with a knowing look. Help is coming. His eyes seem to scream. âSo what do plan on doing after Iâm dead?â He ties the noose, idling by. Heâs stalling. Murphy shrugs, absentmindedly, admiring the sight of Blake about to hang himself.Â
âOnce youâre dead, things will fall into place. Maybe we finally put a leash on your little princess.â I know I should stay quiet but I canât help myself. âIâm no oneâs property bitch.â He chuckles darkly, barely focusing on me and my feeble attempt to hurt his ego. His eyes never seem to leave Bellamy as he finishes tying the noose. âGet on the chair.â Murphy commands eyes wild with vengeance. My gaze never leaves the Blake boy. Thereâs a shift in him, a change that I canât name until I look into his brown irises: fear. I know it all too well because thatâs how Iâve looked my whole life. Itâs strange to see yourself in someone else. He steps up slowly, hands shaking as he does so. And before I even know it Murphy kicks the chair out from under him. Without thinking I yelp in fear, clutching my mouth at the sad sight that laid before me.Â
I almost forgot the lack of grip around my neck and knock Murphy down to the ground with a loud thud. âFucking, bitch!â He screams back at me before knocking my knees to floor with his thighs. Iâd find the interaction attractive if I actually thought Murphy was appealing but heâs not. He wraps his hands around my throat again, squeezing I flinch and recoil, forgetting all my training. The action reminds me too much of him. When I try to push him off, his grip tightens and my vision blurs. All of a sudden, I grasp and heave, taking in as much air as my body can allow. Through blurry eyes I can see Trevor push Murphy down. He holds him for a minute but heâs not big or strong enough to keep him centered. I try to get up but Iâve yet to even catch my breath before Murphy gets up and pulls the trigger Trevorâs head falls to the ground with an abrupt and haunting thud.Â
I tear my gaze away from the blood thatâs already starting to stain the tiles. Though itâs a horrible thought, I canât let another face haunt my dreams. Another loud crack of a whip irrupts from above and I canât help but sigh relief at the sigh of Bellamy, noose free. Octavia holds him close while Jasper aids me up. âBellamy...â I mutter softly but am soon wrapped in his arms. His embrace is warm and soothing, almost enveloping me in a layer of heat. âI thought I lost you..â Bellamyâs voice rumbles deep within his chest, cracking at the ends. He pulls away far too quickly than Iâd like before examining my body. He takes my face in his large calloused hands. They fit nicely, more than Iâd like to admit. âAre you hurt?â Where else did he get you-â He traces the outline of where Murphyâs hands were. âThat son of a bitch.. When I get my hands on him-â His eyes grow dark with blood lust and I canât help but catch his palms in my own, pulling him out of his stupor.Â
âBellamy.. Iâm okay.â His chocolate brown eyes shoot up to meet mine, surprised by something as simple as a name change. âDonât get use to it, Blake.â I pull his arms away from me and notice Clarke and Finn enter, looking broken, bloody and disheveled. Bellamy is hot on my tail, his gaze never really leaving me for long despite Clarkeâs immediate attention. âWe need to leave now.â she says, looking worn out and tired, but alert nonetheless. âThe grounders are coming.â Bellamy puffs out his chest in detest, reeking of toxic masculinity. âNo, we should stay and fight.â I canât help but scoff. âThereâs no way in hell weâd survive. Theyâe proven to us a thousand times, if not more, how cruel and tactile they can be! They put fucking poison in Murphy to leve the playing field for war. Weâve seen their loyalty, their drive. They will rip us apart. We need to leave the camp now.âÂ
âNO!â Bellamy barks back and I try not to flinch at the sound. âWe canât just run away from everything weâve worked so hard for! This is our home!! We need to flight for it!!â I canât help but groan, down right tired and irritable. I grab his shoulders and jerk him into direction off the youngest 100 members. âWill you let them die?! Do you honestly think they can fight?! Bellamy-â The name change and softer tone take him by surprise. âWe canât have a home if thereâs nobody to help make one.â I push Clarke and Finn to start packing while I head out for food and scout the perimeter. I donât let anyone accompany me, canât have more causalities or blood on my hands no matter how dark that sounds. I trace out a trail leading up norther into the cooler lands that seem to cascade along the forest.Â
As I draw nearer into what feels like the mountain tops, a loud ruckus irrupts from over the treeline. Resting my stuff against the tree, I crouch low to the ground and cover my face with my cloak. I watch as some of Lincoln's clan fights another. The biggest distinction is that they sport a bright blue bandanna around their right arms, just below their armpits. Dimitriâs clan. Hope and fear play an equally strong roll with my emotions. I hope to see his face once more for what could be my last. But I also fear that it could be him fighting amongst the sea of warriors. All of a sudden, one of the grounders knocks a blue man to the side before more men surround him, foam practically forming at their mouths. His golden blonde hair, now bare for the world too see. Dimitri. My heart drops and I donât think, just react.Â
I shoot two arrows into the nearest grounders thighs before jumping up to fight two more, taking them down with ease. When I turn around, Dimitriâs sword is right up to my throat. I rip off the top of my cloak so nobody can see my face, just my irises, the gaze he told me he loves. His muscles shift his eyes flicker. We go back to back, two powerful beings paving a a road to something much much stronger. Dimitri and I move as one, an undeniably perfect flow. We are stronger than any current. I dodge the attacks as best I can, even pushing Dimitri out of the way when a knife scrapes up against my thigh. I hiss in pain but never stop moving. When the rest of the grounders are dead, Dimitri and his sun blue army flock around us, observing me suspiciously. All except for three of them whom I assume are Ruker, Sloane and Dante. The two wave at me while Ruker nods in respect or approval.Â
Some of them gawk at me altogether. Surprised to see a living sky person. Ruker nods at me again befoore leading the fifteen of them back to their camp. Dimitri hesitates. But once theyâre at a save distance, he takes my hands in his, closing the distance. âThank you for protecting, princessa. As well as my people.â I canât help but smile. âIt was nothing-â I shrug nonchalantly, shifting off my hurt thigh. âI hope to see you again. Iâm moving my people away from the clans. So Iâm not sure when Iâll see you again.â I admire his features while I can before pulling away. âGoodbye, Dimitri.â he tugs my arm ever so slightly. âWait-â Before I can distance myself, make the pain hurt less, he tugs down my handkerchief and smashes his lips onto mine. I nearly fall back at the passion he provides.Â
It takes me a minute to realize where itâs coming from. Heâs afraid he wonât see me again. I pull him in close, touch his chest, waist, shoulders, everything I can get my hands on to remember him. I try to feel all of him before itâs too late. When he pulls away, we both catch our breatheâs and I canât help but shiver under the warm air that seems to fall down my face and shoulders. Our noses graze and I donât want to let go of such an intimate moment. It might be my last. âI love you.â I mutter against his lips, honestly. I can already see myself dying a thousand different ways and every one of them I regret not telling Dimitri how I really feel towards him. He needs to know just in case. His eyes widen at my confirmation.Â
But what takes me by surprise is how certain he is. âI love you, too, princessa.â He pulls me in for one more passionate kiss before I pry myself from his warm embrace and return back to my people. It may be the last time I feel his touch. The thought alone makes me shudder with fear. Just as Iâm starting to breathe again, death seems to loom over my shoulder. Just as I cross over the last treeline, a large body pushes me up against the tree with a loud thud. âTime to start praying princess because the only person on your side right now is God.â Bellamy glares down at me.Â
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Empress Part 5
Summary:Â Youâre apart of the 100. Youâre very bad-ass and donât take shit from no-one. However, the longer youâre on earth, the more complicated things become.
Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!ReaderÂ
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting, blood, gore, etc.Â
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!
Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw @anamcg317@bellasett@queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland@princessisabelle19
Your P.O.V
A few hours have passed since the drug induced nuts were ingested. The kids have stopped showing signs of disillusion or a high state of mind. I hadnât realized how much time had passed until I saw the sun setting. All of a sudden, two bodies stumbled into our home. It took me a second to realize that it was Bellamy and Clarke, both bloody and bruised. What the hell happened? The second Clarke sees me, she gives me a faint smile before running up to embrace me with relief. Out of my peripheral, Octavia runs over to her brother before pulling him into a tight embrace.Â
Once he pulls away, I proceed to escort the two of them to a more secluded area, the med-bay. Due to the minimal wound marks, it doesnât take me long to fix them up. Clarke stands off to the side as I finish putting away the equipment, speaking low to both Bellamy and I. âBellamy and I found an abandoned underground tunnel that leads to a facility filled to the brim with guns and other supplies. How are things here? Everyone seemed a little out of it when we came back?â As the words leave her mouth, I feel Bellamyâs chocolate brown eyes drilling into the side of my head as I talk. âWe all ingested those nuts. The ones we got a few days ago? I was one of the first to snap out of it. Finn and Octavia soon came after. We helped the rest of them.âÂ
Bellamy nodded along to my words before telling me something I already knew. âThe prisoner is gone. Have you got anything to do with it?â I thought he would say those words in an accusatory manor but instead it sounded more like a plea. When I look back at him and speak, the lie comes off my tongue with ease. Lying at this point is like a game. Iâm so good at it, only Sherlock Holmes would be able to read me. âNo. I was wandering outside, much like the rest of the group. And when I came out of it, I noticed he had escaped. I was more concerned for the well-being of my people if Iâm being honest. He wasnât exactly my first priority.â Bellamy almost seems to nod in relief.Â
Before either one of them could finish, Raven stormed in, sporting a proud grin. âI got communication with the Arke to stabilize.â Despite the lump forming in my throat, thereâs a sense of motherly pride that seems to fester within my heart. âThatta girl, Raven. Clarke and I will meet you out there shortly.â We watch her run off excitedly. Clarke and I head back to the drop-ship, glancing between her and Bellamy, who is a far distance away now. âAre you okay? You look like youâve been through hell.â I ask her, warily. Clarkeâs facade fades and her back relaxes, exhausted from standing up straight for so long. âWe were attacked by one of our own. He was promised his families safety if he, Dax I believe, killed us. But weâll be okay. Iâll be okay. Right now we need to warn the chancellor.âÂ
I nod along to her words. I didnât want to be in the same room once they got communication in the clear. There was only one person I wanted to see and for all I know she could be dead. The kids flow through the camp, most of which were finally done with the night. I look over my shoulder to see Bellamy leaving the communication tent looking more relaxed than Iâd ever seen. He mustâve been pardoned. I think to myself. I wait outside, not wanting to be anywhere near the lime-light. When Clarke comes out, sheâs not as calm as Bellamy was, though I notice that sheâs taken it upon herself to announce whomever is requested to see their kids. Usually shouting their names and hoping one of which sticks.Â
But when she looks at me, I swear to god I could feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. Dear god, please donât let it be him.. When she locks eyes with me, it is a look of pure curiosity. Instead of yelling, she walks up to me. âVera Kane requests to see you.â Her words are nothing but soft and Iâm glad no one hears her. Nobody has beef with Vera but the last name still shakes a few, myself included. However despite our hushed conversation, I can feel almost everyoneâs eyes on me. They donât press but their curiosity is still there, I can practically feel it. Immediately I drop what Iâm doing and walk to the tent. By the time I sit down, I notice my hands are shaking with happy nerves.Â
When I look up, sheâs sitting right there before me with a small smile. Her cheeks are still rosy as I remember but seem more hallow than before. Iâm sure it was due to lack of nutrients. Thereâs still a twinkle that shimmers in the crooks of her eyes that makes me smile. âHello beautiful. You havenât changed a bit.â She says, kindly. I smile from ear to ear, something I havenât done in a while. âHey Nana Vera.â We look at one another for a second, just taking in the others physical changes. I am so moved by the distinct but minor differences that I have the urge to cover my mouth to fight off the tears. She seems to understand, hell, she always does, and says, âI know, sweetheart. I miss you too. Weâre doing okay up here. Food and water are running low but thatâs not exactly new.âÂ
I nod along to her words, patiently awaiting for her to finish so that I can begin. âHow are the people holding up? Iâm sure everyoneâs swarming you for comfort.â She nods, her eyes almost sad. âAlmost everyone comes to hear me speak. The non-believers and the believers, the hopeful and the hopeless.â Without Vera I would be nothing. She saved me countless times.. And what do I do to thank her.. Assault five guards for my own selfish purposes so that I could get away from...him. Noticing my suddenly quiet state, Veraâs brows furrow in concern. âWhat is wrong my child?â When I look up at her, I expect to see the same look of distaste that I had grown accommodated to but instead all I see is a look of love and worry.Â
I sigh, let go and confess to the only person whoâs ever really cared about me. âYou took me under your wing and cared for me when no one else would. Because you gave me a job, you saved my life, protected me from..â Though I donât finish, she knows exactly whom Iâm talking about. I continue, voice somewhat shaky. âAnd how do I do to repay you? Assault five officers to get away...â Almost immediately she brushes away my statement as if it had no meaning, not in a diminishing way either. More of a way that proves the words that are as followed. âYou did what you had to survive. I love you like my own, sweetheart. I am so proud of you. You are so strong and unstoppable. No matter what happens, I will always be here-â She says, pointing to her heart.Â
I find myself smiling at her words. âNow, go make me proud. May we meet again.â I grin and reply simply. âMay we meet again.â Though Iâm not particularly fond of the mantra weâve used for more than a thousand years, it means something to the both of us in that moment. Once she leaves, I move and make my way out of the tent. Not long after I get out, a body pushes me off to the side and growls into my ear. âWhy were you talking to Vera Kane?â Bellamy. Of fucking course. Just when I thought he was starting to not be a pain in the ass. His breath is hot on my neck and the proximity makes my heart beat quicken. I push him away from me, snarling back. âWhatâs it to you?! Sheâs an innocent old lady! Ainât your mama ever tell you that itâs rude to ease-drop?!âÂ
I start to walk away, not wanting to listen to anything he has to say. However Bellamy on the other hand is far from done. In fact, heâs only just begun. âMy mom was floated because of Marcus Kane! Old lady or not, Vera is no exception! It matters to me if youâre a threat to my people or not-â His statement makes me stop cold in my tracks, scoffing up at his pathetic state. âYour people?! You may scare them, but they are not your people! They donât trust you! They are not loyal to you! They are loyal to me because they believe someone who cares! Someone worth living to die for! You donât care about anyone but yourself and your sister! And, last time I checked, Vera isnât Marcus! So, how âbout you stick you nose in someone elseâs ass!âÂ
He steps in front of me, his hulking weight twice my own but not enough to shake me. âYou are the biggest pain in my ass! You are so arrogant and annoying!!â I scoff, sizing him up. âThe feelings mutual, princess.â I hadnât noticed the close proximity until now. Our faces a mere whopping five inches away. I could feel his heavy hot breath washing down on the side of my face. The action made my heart beat quicken. All of a sudden, a few branches break but I donât bother to turn my head to know who the footsteps belong to. Jasper and Monty share an uncomfortable glance before looking at us and asking, âYou guys okay?â I hold Bellamyâs dark gaze despite the fact my voice is directed towards the boys.Â
âBellamy and I were just in the midst of a quarrel, is all.â I turn over my shoulder and walk away from them. Though my legs are long and my strides are quick, itâs not fast enough to get out of Bellamyâs reach. âThis ainât over, princess.â I scoff, shaking my head in anger. âYou bet your sweet ass it isnât.â And with that, we part ways, still both pulsating with rage and distaste for the other. Raven and Clarke share a look as I sit down but donât comment. I pace back and forth, fuming. âI hate him.â It comes out fast and hot like a bullet. Sleep deprivation is taking its sweet old time with me today. âI hate his arrogant smug, self-conceited attitude! He is so selfish and annoying and- UGH! He just grinds my gears!â I huff before ranting. âHeâs such a pain in my ass.âÂ
Raven snorts as she took a sip from her drink and said. âYou mean you hate that you like him.â The second the words leave her mouth, my jaw hits the ground in disgust. Scoffing, I canât help but rephrase my words. âWhere in my previous statement did I said that? I do no like him! Heâs just-â I huff. â-Heâs such a pain in my ass!â Clarke snickered at the exchange before stating, âItâs in the underlying words. Awe Raven, can you believe it? Sheâs in love!â I gape at her statement, heat practically rolling off me. But they keep going. âWhenâs the wedding?!â Raven says with fake excitement. I groan and roll my eyes. âYou guys are no help whatsoever.âÂ
Octavia sits down with us, carrying a few glasses of Jasperâs concoction. âHappy Unity Day, ladies.â I had completely forgotten about unity day which is funny considering it was broadcast-ed incessantly and almost everyone was talking about it. Everyone except me. I had been working all morning and then spoke with Vera to realize our own celebratory holiday. And at this point, it was just an excuse to drink our body weight, which is something I never wanted to do. Raven chugs hers like a monster which is not at all a surprise, cringing at the bitter taste. Her scrunched up facial expression makes me snicker. My brows widen in surprise when I saw Clarke following her actions.Â
She gives me a knowing glance before stating. âBellamyâs right. I need to loosen up a bit.â At the mention of the annoying Blake, I not so subtly roll my eyes in disgust. Octaviaâs eyes are not focused on our conversation, and instead, is geared towards something else. âSpeaking of Bellamy, why is he staring daggers at you, (Y/n)? Heâs been glaring at you for the past twenty minutes.â And sure enough, there he was. Surrounded by his jockey delinquents and a few girls who thrust themselves onto him, craving for his attention as he drank from a cup. I return his gaze with an equally as intense one. Just as Iâm about to explain, Raven replied with. âThey had a heated argument. And now theyâre both wallowing in their own sexual tension- I mean hatred for one another.âÂ
Clarke snickers at the joke but I donât. I continue to glare him down, my grip on my drink tightening. As I did, his grip tightened around of the girls that sat almost atop his lap. She giggles obnoxiously and I force myself not to roll my eyes. He smirks as if thatâs why I hate him. God, I hate that smirk. It makes me wanna throw a toaster at him. Just as Iâm about to look away, he maintains eye contact, whispering something, Iâm sure rather dirty, to the girl whom heâs been practically publicly groping with her request. Bellamyâs eyes never leave mine as he cockily takes the girl back to his tent. As if his sex appeal as anything to do with my distaste for him. Before entering the tent, he even has the audacity to wink at me.Â
I have to let go of my drink, flexing and tightening my grip to suppress my anger. âNo offense, Octavia. But your brother is a cocky know-at-all. Ugh, did you see that? He even smirked at me?! Like, last time I checked I donât give a shit who heâs screwing. I donât even like him! His presence makes my skin crawl.â Octavia snorts along with my two other friends. âYep, theyâre in love.â Raven says, simply. Pff, as if any of this was simple. I roll my eyes before heading to my tent. I wouldnât touch him with a thrity-nine and half foot pole. They call for me to come back but Iâm too far gone and I donât wanna hear any of it. All I want is to sleep but i know that wish is unrealistic.Â
Itâs quite baren on the outskirts of the camp where my tent is located. Itâs much quieter than being right where everyone else is. A lot easier for my trust issues to not flare up. Just as Iâm about to enter my tent, I hear a rustle come from a few feet in front of me and my body tenses. Iâm prepared to fight but because of the dark, Iâm not entirely sure as to what I am intending on fighting. All of a sudden, a hand pulled me into my own tent. I fall back onto the ground but jump up, adrenaline flowing through me. When I look up to meet my attackers gaze, I notice theyâre a pair Iâm familiar with. Dimitri. âHow the hell did you get in here?!â I canât hide my shock, fear and slight awe. âYou need to leave or youâll get caught! Theyâll kill you!â He takes his massive calloused hands in mine, and Iâm immediately silenced by his breath-taking words. âYouâre worth the chase, princessa.âÂ
Every time Iâm around him, my heart beats out of my chest and itâs like I completely forget how to breathe. Itâs a good, wild and sort of dizzy feeling that starts to fester and bubble up in the pit of my stomach. Iâm thankful the light in my tent is dim and low, not bright enough to show anyoneâs presence, especially two people. I walk past him and poke my head out of the tent, fully prepared for someone to just waltz right in. But Dimitri seems unbothered, nothing if not relaxed. If heâs been watching me and the camp, does he know that I live on the outskirts and that people wouldnât dare disturb my slumber. He must or it wouldnât have been easy for him to slip in unnoticed.Â
I shut the covers, and turn down the light even lower, even though I knew nobody was going to barge in, my anxiety was getting the best of me. I turn back and scold Dimitri, who decided to make himself comfortable on my bed. âDimiti, itâs not safe. Why are you here?!â I hadnât realized until now the lack of articles of clothing he was sporting. He had taken off his two coats, only wearing a tight black shirt that extenuated his muscles and didnât leave room for the imagination along with tight black jeans. The fabric seemed to be constricting his big thick thighs, but not in a bad way. Oh not at all. The sight alone made my breath hitch. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. He takes a few steps forward until were only a few millimeters away before saying lowly. âYou started something before that I want to finish.âÂ
The second the words left his mouth, he grabbed my waist, not tightly but enough to pull me into him. I find myself mindlessly pressing my lips to his, tugging his fluffy golden blonde locks. We stand like this for a few seconds, just grazing our fingers over the others body, hoping to elicit some sort of sexual reaction. He takes initiative and pulls me over to my bed before hovering above me. âYou are so beautiful, princessa.â Dimitriâs voice is low but meaningful. But despite the heated exchange, I can feel his hands shaking with nerves. I pull him away to cup his face with my hands, meeting his icy blue eyes. âDimitri, love. Whatâs wrong? We donât have to do this if you arenât ready. I donât know what we are.. And Iâm not someone that opens easily.. But- But I like this- I like you. Whatever we have going on between us..â
He looks at me for a moment and I think he doesnât understand my English. Just as Iâm about to say something, he presses his lips atop my head. âPrincessa, it is against everything I have been taught to be. I am not suppose to have feelings for a Sky person. I have been taught to loath you and your people. And yet, when I am in arms reach to you, I feel unstoppable. I guess, I just want our soul exchange to mean something to the both of us-â I prop myself up onto my elbows, allowing him to sit up properly but I cannot help but ask. âWhat do you mean by soul exchange?â The second the question leaves my mouth, Dimitri blushed seven shades of red. He rubs the back of his head, attempting to find the right words before stating.Â
âWhen it comes to- uh- intercourse- in your clan, it is different, mindless. There is love in there but most of the time there isnât. My- uh- my clan is different. Two parties must clarify whether they have romantic or purely sexual entanglements before proceeding to- ya know. But if there is love between the two parties- uh- a ritual is involved. It is when the uh- sex- is performed that the souls of the two exchange and mold into one. It is the most sacred bond, much like a blood bond. When the exchange is made, the couple is bound for eternity. They- they become mates even after we are reborn. If one of the partners were to die, they would keryon exchange- sorry- soul exchange with someone the previous partner chose from to provide a long line of children and to assure the person was okay far after their departure to the new world where they are reborn.âÂ
Listening to Dimitri talk about this sacred bond makes my heart heart hurt. It is the most beautiful thing Iâd ever heard. Their love isnât just some assigned marriage for greed, it is a bond that assures the safety and preserver of others. But a question seems to bother me still. âSo why are you nervous? Did you not want to do it?â He shakes his head, lacing our hands together in reassurance. âNo, no, no, no, princessa. I- uh- I want to do- uh- things with you but I donât want it to be heartless. I want both our hearts in this. I hope this isnât too soon for me to say that I want-â He pauses, almost unsure of himself. âI want to soul exchange with you.. You make me feel whole and like the world cannot push me down. Yu laik ai world.â I canât help but grin. âWhat does that mean?â Dimitri shrugs as if it was nothing but I knew it was more. âYou are my world.âÂ
I am so overcome by the emotion he brings out of me, I pull him into me. Instinctively he wraps his arms around my waist as I sit on his lap. âYou are my world.â I repeat back into his ear, my voice soft for once in a long time. When I pull away to look at him, I realize this was the first time Iâve been truly calm and collected. Before our soul exchange, I want to get to know all of him. âWill you teach me your language? I want to be closer to you in a way that you can feel closer to me in your own language.â He grins, pecking my face and cheeks and neck in happiness. âOf course, princessa. I would be honored to teach.â For the next hour, we lay with one another like this, smiling and laughing. Iâm picking up quickly on the phrases but I know I still have much to learn.Â
All of a sudden, Dimitri goes quiet. Glancing upward, I notice his eyes never leave mine. He presses his lips to mine and the movement is slow. We just kiss back and forth, running our hands up and down the other before I take the lead and put Dimitri on his back, placing myself on his lap. In the midst of the heat and the moment, I tear off his shirt and canât help but admire his pectoral region. Heâs ridiculously toned, absolutely exquisite. A few wound marks here and there but they were just as breath-taking. âDimitir-â I say, breathlessly, pulling away from his moist lips for a slip second. âWhat do you want to do. Talk to me.âÂ
He glances down at my bedding, more intrigued by that than putting him on the spot. I take his jaw in my hand, making his blue eyes meet mine. âLove, whatâs wrong?â Dimitri blushes but manages to hold my gaze. âI want to soul exchange. But not here. Somewhere sacred. But that doesnât stop my body from wanting you. I need you.â The way he talks and looks at me drives me wild. I am his god and all he wants to do is pray. Dimitri looks at me like Iâm his new religion, sacred and beautiful. He makes me feel whole and Iâd be lying if I said I didnât want him because I do. My body does and so does my heart. In a quick movement, I push him down so that heâs laying on his back before straddling his hips. âWe donât have to do anything crazy but this might satisfy you.âÂ
He doesnât understand what I mean until I start pushing my pelvis across his member. Due to the thin leggings I had been sporting, my area was drawing slowly across his. Dimitir moaned in appreciation, throwing his head back before resting his hands atop my hips, pushing and pulling to maintain friction. âTaim yu keep disha up, ai'm gonna cum.â He says breathlessly. I believe the translation is: if you keep this up, Iâm gonna cum. I kiss up and down his neck, tugging his blonde tuffs before whispering seductively. âThatâs the goal. I want you to look down at your mess that you leave and think of me and what I did to you.â He moaned, running his hands up and down my thighs and waits, breathlessly. âChrist, priincessa.âÂ
The more I kiss and grind onto him, the heavier his breathing becomes. In that moment, itâs just us. The heat transpiring between the two of us alone was stifling. âIâm- Iâm gonna-â Dimitri muttered against my lips before pulling my hips even closer to his, which is not something I thought were possible. My core was dripping through my leggings just due to his touch. He moaned so loudly, I fear for a second someone would hear and we would be caught doing something so naughty. He wraps his massive arms around me, coming undone just under my touch. âChrist, princessa. You drive me fucking crazy.â I canât help but laugh, watching the sweat drip down his cheeks and forehead. He presses his lips to mine, needily before muttering. âYou are something else, princessa.âÂ
After a few more minutes of sweet words being exchanged, I practically force Dimitri to leave. I would rather have him in here, arms wrapped around my waist as I try to sleep. And maybe with him, together we could fight off the nightmares. Oh fuck! I almost completely forgot. The second Dimitri is far gone, I change out of my old clothes but as Iâm doing so, I grimace at the sight. Burns and whip lashes rake up and down my body. Dimitri wouldnât want to soul exchange with me had he known I looked like this. Iâm almost glad it hadnât gone farther than what we did. But if things go farther with him my secrets will be uncovered quickly. I didnât want to feel his pity or his disgust. Thatâs all I saw and I was sick and tired of that. Slipping on a new outfit with ease, I head back out to meet Clarke.Â
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Empress Part 9
Summary: Youâre apart of the 100. Youâre very bad-ass and donât take shit from no-one. However, the longer youâre on earth, the more complicated things become.
Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!
Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317@bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana @teenwolfbitches2
First P.O.V
I groan in pain, dropping my food supplies as Bellamy growls into my ear. âTraitor.â He hisses like a snake. His grip tightening around my neck and shoulders to keep me contain. âYouâve been seeing a grounder?! Have you been feeding him information, too?!â His grip is too much, too painful itâs getting harder to breathe. I twist his arm and push him as far away from me as I can, pulling out a knife to defend myself. âBellamy let me explain-â He cuts me off by screaming. âI knew you were a snake! The little princess isnât so clean, after-all!â My voice is twice the rage he was expecting and it takes both of us by surprise. âMAN, YOU JUST LOVE THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN VOICE, DONâT YOU?! JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!â Maybe because my hands tremble that he finally silences. Not out of pity but out of something more painful.Â
I sigh, âDimitri. Thatâs his name. He saved my life one of the earlier nights when we first arrived. I thought he was going to kill me, I was sure of it. But when he didnât, I realized he was just as curious about me as I was about him. Heâs not from Lincolnâs clan. There are more clans all over the world. I have saved his people before and they have protected me. I havenât told anyone about our plans or our people, I swear to you! Dimitri and I would meet and he taught me things about earth, including the language. I told him stories about the books we read when we were kids and the stars. Thatâs it.â He never puts his weapon down but his eyes are sad and angry, much like when Octavia confessed about seeing Lincoln. He hates the idea but canât stop her, even when he tried. âWhy were you kissing him?â He gulps down some saliva, not really wanting the answer I provide. âI have feelings for him. Please, Bellamy. I know you hate me-âÂ
He scoffs, disgusted by the statement. âI donât hate you.â I dare to lower my weapon, perplexed. An uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I await for more of an explanation. âI donât like that youâre right a lot. You actually werenât half bad.â He pauses for a moment, almost eyeing me with distaste. I know the following statement he makes will break me more than I care to admit, a tinge of regret. âI thought you were more than this. I thought you were better than us, than me. Turns out thatâs a lie. Your secret is safe, for now.â A small warning: a threat. Make one wrong move and I will take everything you love away. His posture seems to scream. I had the potential of being friends with Bellamy but I donât know how heâll view me now. Maybe as a monster for all I know. I walk a few steps ahead, half expecting him to literally stab me in the back. We melt into the flow of the groups movements. He forces a smile in Octaviaâs direction and nods to Clarke.Â
I flank Octaviaâs side and half expect Bellamy to glare at me in disgust but he looks more disappointed than anything. Thereâs a pang of guilt in my heart, a feeling I canât control despite how much I want to. I have no reason to feel the way that I do but still my emotions alter everything and get the best of me. Especially with how much I donât owe the Ark or my âpeopleâ anything. And though my secret is out to him, it is only he who knows about Dimitri. Iâm glad nobody else does. Whether he comes out about my secret is a worry for another day. Right now I need to make sure I get my people out and away from this camp. Octavia and I fall into line a few feet away from Bellamy, Clarke and Jasper. âAlright Octavia, is there anything else we need to look forward to if we slip from the grounders?âÂ
She shook her head, probably glad for the conversation. âLincoln told me just to get us far away from the first wave of grounder troops. Once weâre away we should be fine.â We walk for another ten minutes until I feel a chill trace up my spine. Both Octavia and Jasper take notice and stop, causing everyoneâs movements to cease. âYou felt that, too? Didnât you?â Octavia asks, unsheathing her weapon. Sheâs becoming better at reading a situation than most. I turn to answer her question when an arrow lodges itself into one of the kids a few bodies away. He dies on impact, falling to the ground instantaneously. We have no time to mourn for another child gone as Jasper banshee shrieks to our people. âGROUNDERS!!! RETREAT!!âÂ
The arrows and chaos around us make our movements quick. So fast, I donât even realize weâre already back inside camp grounds. When Raven is in the drop-ship secured, and far from harm, Bellamy and Clarke take the ladder, guns at the ready while the troopers take their mark. âWhy arenât they attacking?â Bellamy asked, frustrated. But Clarke and I already know. âWeâre doing exactly what they wanted us to do..â She turned over her shoulder to Octavia, blonde hair whipping as she does so. âThe first troop are scouts, right?â The young girl nodded to my right. âWe can take them! Itâs what Lincoln would do!â Bellamy huffed, clearly more angry than before. âIâm done doing what that stupid grounder would do! We listened to him and it got Drew killed!â So that was the boy that died. The thought makes my stomach churn.Â
Finn scoffed, âThat grounder saved our lives! I agree with Octavia! For all we know thereâs one scout out there!â I nod along, âMe too. If we move fast weâll slip out but weâre just sitting ducks if we stay.â Bellamy takes my voice in stride, fully prepared to fight even in times like these. âIf we donât fight, we die! Youâre a coward!â And though Iâm a few inches shorter than him, I donât back down from the challenge. âOr am I smarter than you, Blake?! We stay, we rot! Itâs obvious. If we move, we live another day!â Octavia pushes us apart, more focused on Clarke than our bickering. âClarke, we can still do this..â I sigh as people look from her and I. Bellamy may have people listening but he doesnât have their heart and soul. He lifts his chin up, glancing back at Clarke. âLooking to you, princess. Whats it gonna be?âÂ
When she sighs, I know Iâve lost this battle. âScouts, more than one. Finn, theyâre already here-â Clarke looks back at Bellamy, almost defeated. âLooks like you got your fight-â I cuss under my breath before stalking off to my tent to grab all of my weapons available. Octavia finds me shortly and we make our way towards one of our foxholes. Bellamy grabs her by the arm, muttering something so softly I couldnât hear it if I tried. I linger, watching the young boy and admiring the camp for what could be my last time. We did pretty well. When she returns to me, I canât help but smile a little. She looks so strong standing by herself. When I look back at Bellamy, I notice heâs already looking directly at me. His gaze is different from before. Almost like theyâre full of longing.Â
When heâs not being a total ass, heâs quite handsome. Instead of following Octavia, I draw closer to him. âI think this is a stupid plan and Iâm sure youâre acting out cause of fear but youâre not half bad, Blake.â I say, stretching out my hand for him to take. Hesitantly, he grasps my palm. His warmth sends chills down my spine. Bellamy doesnât pull away. âWeâre both gonna live.â I snicker at the crude comment, pulling away before asking, âWhat makes you think so?â He laughs for the first time despite the situation. âCause weâre both arrogant and headstrong.â I smile wide at the honest joke before following his sister. My grin falters the further I walk, mumbling. âI sure hope youâre right, Bellamy..âÂ
Octavia leaves shortly and with one quick glance, I know sheâll be okay. Though I am not armed with a gun, I still feel safe in the dark of the foxholes. They hoot at the movements but I donât see anything fall. Bellamy comes tumbling into the makeshift hole. âDonât shoot! Weâre wasting bullets! Whereâs Octavia?!â He turns to me. With one glance, I reassure him but tread lightly nonetheless. He holds valuable information that could be my downfall. âSheâs okay, Bellamy.â Our radio com starts to explode suddenly. âTHEYâRE EVERYWHERE!â For the first time in a long time, my hands begun to tremble and heart beat quicken with fear. I canât think of the worst outcome. I wonât gain anything from making myself anxious. I make my way over to the other side of the camp, running past some of the kids who duck in fear.Â
Bellamy follows close by, almost on my tail when a large mass smacks the Blake boy down to the ground. Quickly, I turn around and stand between him and the grounder thatâs slipped through. Before he could attack, a large sword ran straight through his chest. Octavia stands over the body with a coy smile. âYou see that, big brother?â He laughs lightly before both our expressions fall. An arrow slashes her shoulder and Octavia falls into my arms. I donât know when Lincoln arrives but Iâm nothing short from relieved when I see him. I can take care of her but we have to go now.â He says softly, urgency in his tone. I watch Bellamy struggle to let his baby sister go. I put my hand on his cheek and nod. âGo. Take care of her.â I can see the broken expression on his face as he watches his sister leave with a stranger.Â
Once theyâre out of sight, we walk off towards the fence. âHOLD THE LINE!!â Clarke screams to the gunmen trembling at their posts. I glance through the peephole and gasp. Theyâve broke the first of our defense. A few bodies lay on the dirt, unidentifiable. Clarke comes out from the drop-ship again, dripping with sweat and stress. âThose who donât have guns, make your way into the drop-ship! Jasperâs done it!â They move quickly with panicked faces. This is the end of the camp, I can feel it. I take a deep breath and prepare for the wall to break. The walls; our protection system crumbles and the grounders swarm in, one after another. They never seem to stop. There are at least twenty grounders blocking us from the safety inside the drop-ship.Â
I do my best to protect Bellamy and myself from the men that run towards us. One hits him hard and Iâm forced to protect both sides of the conflict. As he falls, Finn comes out from behind, shooting and knocking more men out of the way. I pull Bellamy up to Finnâs side. They stumble and fight while Clarke gets as much of our people into the drop-ship as she can before closing it. All of a sudden, Iâm thrown down to the ground, slipping and falling down the hill. Sticks, rocks and dirt collide with my skin, roughly tearing me into two before I come to a rough stop. My forehead feels wet while my temple aches and throbs against my cranium. With wobbly feet, I stand, putting the majority of my weight onto the nearest tree. All I can feel is throbbing pain. Iâm so tired. Despite my body screaming for release, I pull out the last weapon I have and attempt to stand, shifting from foot to foot. The black mass grows into two and then three as my vision beings to blur. Suddenly, everything goes dark.Â
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Empress Part 7
Summary: Youâre apart of the 100. Youâre very bad-ass and donât take shit from no-one. However, the longer youâre on earth, the more complicated things become.
Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting, mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!
Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvetÂ
Third P.O.V
âWhereâs (Y/n)?!â Bellamy yells, looking between the group of kids only to find that she wasnât with them. Panic started to form deep beneath his skin, bubbling inside his heart. âI donât know, I didnât see her come back. I just saw her fall. Except when we went to look under the bridge, nothing was there.â Raven said, heaving for air after the long run from their immediate danger. Bellamy, still breathing hard, glared daggers at Finn. âYou got something to say-â Even at the most inopportune times, Bellamy is more than willing to pick a fight when there isnât a need for one. âYEAH! AND I TOLD YOU NO GUNS!â Finn screamed at Clarke to which she replied, âAND I TOLD YOU WE COULDNâT TRUST THE GROUNDERS AND I WAS RIGHT!âÂ
Raven nudged him in the shoulder, grabbing Finnâs attention. âAND WHY DIDNâT YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE UP TO?!â He shook his head at one of his loves. âI TRIED, BUT YOU WERE TOO BUSY MAKING BULLETS FOR YOUR GUN!â Bellamy cut him off, barking. âYOUâRE LUCKY SHE BROUGHT THEM! THEY CAME THERE TO KILL YOU AND (Y/N)âS GONE OR PROBABLY DEAD RIGHT NOW!â Finn threw his hands in the air, shocked by Bellamyâs already sure mentality. âYOU DONâT KNOW THAT! JASPER FIRED THE FIRST SHOT!â Octavia glared at Jasper, barely giving him the time of day before saying shortly and walking off, âYou ruined everything..â The rest of them head back to camp, leaving Bellamy and Clarke. "How are we gonna get (Y/n) back? I didnât see if any of the grounders took her but if they did itâs definitely a good move on their part, and donât say you donât want to go looking for her.âÂ
Clarke demanded. There was no way in hell she was going to leave (Y/n) alone, not when there was a chance that she was still alive. There wasnât a body to be found, so there must be hope. âWe go searching for her in the morning. The grounders know this place better at nighttime, Iâm sure. Though she can be an ass, we need her. Besides-â He pauses, looking off in the distance to see a large mass barreling towards the earth at an alarming rate. âThe Arke..â Clarke says with awe, happy tears beginning to form in her eyes at the thought of being reunited with her mother. That is until she noticed how fast the drop-ship was coming. âSomethingâs wrong-â All of a sudden, the ship crashed directly into the ground, a large explosion knocking a series of trees down in the process. âNo..â Clarke said as she clutched her stomach in pain, heart aching for the last piece of her family left.Â
Your P.O.V
Peeling my eyes open, I see nothing but a giant blur. Nothing is clear and my head and left shoulder are throbbing for a reason unbeknownst to me. Groaning, I try to blink and clear my vision to get a better view of my surroundings. When I attempt to prop myself up with my elbows, Iâm tugged back down by a pair of drapes that bind me to a bed. The bridge attack, I remember. I tug again but Iâm not strong enough to break them, especially considering the amount of blood Iâve possibly lost. All I could remember was being shot and a large, black mass coming towards me. Now Iâm strapped down to a bed in a barely lit cave, probably hundreds of miles away from camp, with little to no vision. I tug against the restraints again, cussing under my breath when they donât budge.Â
As my eyes begin to adjust, I notice a tall body in the corner by one of the candles. Instinctively I jolt back, ready to fight whomever dared to hurt me before flinching in pain. The body quickly got up and walked out of the cave, out of my view. The second he walks around the corner, I shake and shimmy under the restraints, heart beat rising as I try desperately to get out of them until three more large bodies emerge along with the previous man. Two flank on one side while the other one flanks on the opposite wall as a man walks in between them. My heart is thumping in my throat as I await for my inevitable doom but the closer the man comes towards me, the more I recognize his facial features. We look deep into each others eyes before it clicks. âDimitri?â He lunges forward, wrapping me in his arms before releasing my bounds. I cling to him like heâs life support. If I was bound, was I really that unidentifiable? Had I got hurt that badly?Â
When he takes off his mask, Iâm finally able to see his features, traces of him that I oh so love. âH-How did you find me? H-How did you know where I was going to be?-â Looking over his shoulder at the four curious eyes. Automatically, I stand up straighter and I canât help but ask. âDimitri, who are these people?â When he looks back at them, I notice a faint smile making its way onto his face. Because of Dimitri, Iâm finally easing up to people but not enough to not be wary of them. âThese are my closest friends. Princessa, Iâd like you to meet Ruker, Dante and Sloane.â They take off their masks and I take their appearances in. Each one of them resembles Dimitriâs ensemble, this time taking notice to a distinct light blue bandanna with a white sun and moon symbol etched into it. All of them wear it on their right sleeves, near their armpits. âThank you for saving my life.â I say, honestly. They must be in an entirely different clan to the ones we currently have beef with. Sloane and Dante give me a warm smile in return while Ruker eyes me warily, as if Iâm going to strike at any moment.Â
He notices me watching him, almost as if I read his own thoughts. âYou donât trust me. And you have every right not to. My people have hurt a large portion of grounders. Your wariness is valid and I do not take it to heart. I only wish to convey to you that I am not like them in their attempts to cause destruction. We are people trying to survive, only running on the mentality that weâd kill our own for one more day of life. That kind of way is almost innate. And I hope that with time your view of me differs.â I say with a strong voice before looking to Dimitri. âLove, how did you find me? How did you know I was in trouble?â Sloane explains before he gets the chance, almost aching to actually talk to a sky-person. Sometimes I forget that Iâm a practical alien to them, someone they are genuinely intrigued by. âDimitri had been looking out for you for a while and we have people always listening in on the other clans, heard there was going to be a meeting between Skykru and Treekru. We came to make sure you were alright.âÂ
I look at her in awe and then back at Dimitri. âYouâve been looking out for me? But Iâm suppose to be your enemy, why? You all-â I look to them. âtook a huge risk and saved my life. You couldâve left me for dead.. I am forever in your dept.â I feel Dimitriâs gaze on me the whole time before he finally looks back up at his friends before saying, âCan yu bants osir kom talk gon a minute?â His friends almost bow for him and I canât help but tilt my head in curiosity. Sloane and Dante smile at me on the way out and I canât help but return the kind gesture while Ruker continues to look at me unevenly. Was that a customary thing for his people to do? When I turn back, Dimitriâs lips crash into mine. I almost forgot what he felt like, his body pressed up against mine. âIâm sorry-â He says pulling away. âI couldnât help myself. I just missed you. I wanted to see you.â Dimitri says, shrugging. I noticed he acts more carefree when heâs wrapped around my arms. Even with his friends, thereâs a slight difference, like he has to act a certain way but with me, heâs free.Â
Placing my free hand atop his cheek, I canât help but look into his deep, ocean blue eyes. âThank you. Thank you for saving my life. That was a huge risk you took for me. And to get your friends involved, that mustn't have been easy. You sacrificed so much for me. I donât know how to repay you..â He shook his head, pulling me closer to him but wary of my wound. âPrincessa, I would give my life up for you. You havenât to return anything to me. But I do have a question.â I sit up, leaning against the wall for support. I notice Dimitriâs demeanor change, face rough, almost warped into a scowl that I saw when we first met. But what he asks next is more than Iâm ready for. âWhen we cleaned your wounds, I- we noticed wounds, ones that werenât from the bridge attack.. These ones were cuts, bruises, burns, etc. Princessa, I wouldnât ask unless it was necessary but you are my sonraun- er- my life. I canât sleep knowing you arenât safe.âÂ
Instinctively I wrap my arms around my body, pulling myself away from him, feeling as though Iâm shrinking and honestly, thatâs all I want to happen. I want to curl up into a ball and disappear. Heâs found out my darkest secret and now itâs too late, heâll throw me away like he did because I wasnât enough. Itâs like he notices my internal struggle. Dimitri gently takes my hands in his before bringing my chin up to look at his beautiful eyes. It takes me a second to realize that heâs crying and I canât figure out as to why before he explains, âPrincessa, you are my everything. I need to know that you are safe. I broke down when I first saw these bruises.. Nobody and I mean nobody has the right to hurt you that way. (Y/n).. please talk to me..â I donât know what came over me but when I looked at him, I didnât just see the boy Iâve grown to love, I saw his soul, one that I could trust wholeheartedly. And so I told him everything. I let it all out like a dam breaking, crumbling for the first time in years.Â
I tell him about the years of abuse from my father after my mother was floated. He never told me why she was killed but he blamed all of it on me. Kept telling me that I was useless, that we didnât have enough to survive and I didnât deserve food or the right to breath. I told Dimitri about the years spent trying to survive night after night full of fear, most of which were actually spent at Mrs. Kaneâs place. She let me work and sleep there most nights. I told him about her saving me, about assaulting the guards to get down to the ground so that I could be free of my father. And when Iâm done, I sigh a breath of relief. Dimitri took to his knees, his waist in between my legs as he wrapped his arms around my hips, sobbing openly into my side. I am more relaxed in this moment than Iâve been my entire life. Running my hands through his choppy, blonde hair, he continues to cry for me. Nobody has ever reacted this way, but now that I think about it, he was the first besides Mrs. Kane Iâve actually told.Â
I donât know how long weâre sitting like this until Dimitri finally pulls away, resting his hands on my cheek, I try not to flinch. The reaction is innate at this point, and sadly Dimitri notices the slight gesture, pulling away only for me to grab his hands. âHey, look at me-â I lift up his chin to meet my eyes. âIâm not flinching because of you. Iâm flinching because of what he did. I know you. I trust you. Iâm not afraid of you. I flinch because itâs innate.â He shakes his head, face red with anger and sadness. Pressing his soft lips against my knuckles, tears fall from his eyes as he blinks up at me. âPrincessa, as long as I have breath in my lungs, I will not let anyone harm you. Ever. It breaks my heart and hurts my soul to see this much pain brought to you. But I will always protect you. Some grounders may think that you and your people are the enemy but I donât give a damn what people think.âÂ
He lifts my legs up to rest on the bed while he sits on the floor, running his thumb up and down my wrist. âSleep princessa, you will better in the morning. Though Iâd love for you to stay, you need to go back to your people and fix things. They need a leader. They need you.â I nod, smiling at him before I start to fall asleep. Right before I slip into unconsciousness, a series of voices surround me. âYa know for a sky-person, she looks angelic. I thought sheâd have like eight eyes or something.â Dante says. I feel his eyes almost watching me in fascination as Dimitri never lets go of my hands. âSheâs the strongest of them all. No doubt about that. I think Iâve got a new best girl friend.â Sloane says, her voice chipper but strong nonetheless. âRuker, I know youâre wary of her but I need you to trust me when I say that I care deeply for her. She could be a very strong ally.â Dimitri confessed as Sloane gawked. âYouâre not suggesting-â Dimitri cut her off. âI am.â It was the last thing I heard before slipping off into unconsciousness.Â
The next morning I wake up feeling better than I had before, more awake and rejuvenated. My shoulder is still sore from the bridge attack but I donât let it stop me from moving. I have a heart to heart with Dimitri once more before thanking his three friends and heading back home. There was no way in hell I was going to tell my people know about them, especially not when the time wasnât right. When I arrive back at camp, I realize itâs much quieter than normal. Taking off the hood of my cloak, I wave down the gun-men who unlatch the door and let me back in. One of the boys, Trevor, who never seems to leave my side or stop worrying about me, updated me on whatâs happened since I was gone. âMurphyâs back, infected by a virus from the grounders. We already have had three deaths because of it-â Iâm gone not even a full day and everythingâs gone to shit. I shake my head before making my over to the drop ship, nodding to those who thought I was dead. Some gawk and drop their materials in shock as I walk by looking nothing but powerful.Â
âClarke!â I shout upon seeing her nessled up on one of the cots. â(Y/n)!â She crokes, catching Finn, Octavia and Murphyâs attention. âDonât come near me!â But itâs too late, Iâm by her side and for some reason I know I wonât be infected. Octavia gives me a hug while I provide Finn with a respected nod. âHow the hell did you get out of there? We were just going to send out a scouting troop but we were infected before we could.â I shake my head, laughing. âYou wouldnât believe me even if I told you. Trevor updated me on whatâs happening. Is there a cure for this?â Octavia shook her head, looking at the sick bodies. âLincoln said that there was no cure, that it wouldnât last long but set the grounds for war-â She pauses and my eyes go wide. âTheyâre coming. The grounders are coming at first light.âÂ
I take a deep breath in through my nose, unaware of how much shit we were really in. Before I come up with a plan to get all of these sick kids out of here, three new people enter the drop-ship. Two guards caring a pale, bloody boy. It takes me a minute to realize that that pale boy is Bellamy. âBellamy, oh my god!â I take him from the two boys, lifting him up on my own and rest him down on one of the free mats before he turns his head to cough up blood. Octavia is by his side in less than a second, crouching down to her knees to pat the sweat from his brow. âHey, big brother.. Itâs gonna be okay..â Bellamy looks between us, his left hand wrapping around mine while Octavia takes his right. âMy two favorite girls.. â My heart stops for a second. What did he mean by that. â-Iâm really glad youâre both here.. You are both here, right? Iâm not going crazy? You need to get out of here or youâll get infected. (Y/n), we were going to send a scouting crew, I swear-â I shush him, actually smiling. âBlake, itâs alright. I also think thatâs the nicest thing youâve ever said to me. Maybe youâre not such an ass.âÂ
Despite the serious situation, he lets out a low chuckle that turned into a cough. âDonât get use to it, your highness.â I shake my head at his sass, shifting my weight so I can help the others. âAlright, get some rest-â But as Iâm about to move, Bellamyâs grip on my hand tightens and I try not to flinch, not that he would notice it. âPlease, donât leave me. Just sit with me, please.â Bellamyâs voice is so soft and innocent, for a second I think that the man in front of me is not the obnoxious Blake boy Iâve come to possess a love-hate relationship with. I decide to get comfy and take a free rag to cool his sweaty head as he drifted off into unconsciousness. âYa know, Blake. Youâre not so bad when youâre not being a dick. Youâre actually kinda alright. I know that youâre trying to the right thing but sometimes the thing you might want to do might not be right. Get some rest.âÂ
Whilst unconscious and practically tied to Bellamyâs hand, I talk to Octavia. âSo what did Lincoln tell you? What did he say exactly?â Octavia runs from one side of the room to the next, helping the dehydrated kids while explaining. âLincoln said that they use the drug to set the playing field for war, a strategy to enable our defenses. When weâre at our lowest, which should be at dawn, theyâll attack. Finn and Jasper are heading out with a bomb that Raven created in hopes to destroy the bridge that they use to cross over to get us. If they pull it off, thatâll buy us some time to get everyone out of here.â Taking a quick scan around the room, I hadnât realized that Finn had left the room. Iâm also reminded to catch up with Raven, Monty and Jasper when I get the chance. If this is the last time I get to see them, I want to make sure I see them once more.
âOkay. Until they get back, we have to make sure everyone heals, or is at least up to par.â I replace my hand with a blanket so that I can help spread water, looking over my shoulder to talk to Octavia. âAnd what if worst comes to worst? What do we do then?â She sighs, patting one of the kids head. âWe run or stick all of the kids in here. This drop-ship is pretty strong and should give us enough time to come up with a second plan.â I nod along to her words before going out to grab some more water, helping the infected back into the drop-ship for quarantine. Before I know it, itâs almost morning and Clarke and Bellamy are both up, leading people inside, looking much better than they had prior to yesterday. âWelcome back to the land of the living. You feeling better?â I ask Blake as he rubbed his chocolate brown eyes. The bags are gone and he has more color in his face than he had before. âMuch better. I donât remember if I asked, but how did you get out of that attack?âÂ
I open my mouth to come up with some bologna excuse that would be enough for him to accept until a loud explosion erupted from behind me. âHoly shit, Jasper did it.â Clarke said to the right of me while Bellamy gave me a faint smile as we looked up at a massive explosion erupting from the tree-line. I only hoped to god that Dimitri and his people werenât harmed in the attack. The next two days pass by like a blur. I havenât really been able to leave the camp to see Dimitri except when his owl comes to see me. He always comes when Iâm by the fence at night, sending letters back and forth to one another. But besides that, Iâve been trying to pick up bits and pieces of whatâs been around and too paranoid to have the grounders attack again. Iâm so busy I almost donât notice a fight thatâs broken out and a small fire thatâs burnt all of our food. Bellamy has taken the approach to break up the fight but we canât use the water to put it out. âTHAT WAS ALL OF OUR FOOD! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSE TO DO NOW?!âÂ
When the fire finally dimes down, I make my way over to Bellamy and Clarke. âWe have to hunt, we donât have a choice. We break everyone into groups, one gun per group, no later than nightfall.â Clarke smiles up at me, probably thinking the same thing I was. Bellamy glanced between the two of us, not satisfied with taking orders from us but in reality, Iâm sure it was a weight being lifted from his shoulders. More than one opinion is better than one alone. Iâm off with a group of my own, grabbing as much as we can find before heading back to camp. I thank my group for their hard work and then head over to Bellamyâs tent to update him on how much we brought and numerically how much more we might need. When I open the tent, my eyes go wide before forcing my gaze to the ground. Raven and Bellamy half naked, wrapping in each others arms, both their bodies covered from head to toe in sweat.Â
For some reason, I feel nauseous and dizzy. âOh- jeez- Iâm sorry. I should have knocked- Iâll go-â Iâm gone and across camp, back to my tent before Bellamy or Raven can track me down. I pace across my makeshift tent, breathing heavily and unsure as to why I was feeling this way. I was heated and mad for some reason. Why would Bellamyâs sex life have anything to do with how Iâm feeling? Maybe everything with the grounders is all getting to my head. Iâm breathing heavily despite the fact that I have no reason to be winded. For some reason, I canât pull the image of Raven and Bellamy together out of my head. However Iâm not in there for long before Octavia comes in, telling me that both Finn and Clarke have been gone for far too long from hunting.Â
Good, a distraction. I thought to myself before seeing Raven and Bellamy tag along. Raven gives me a respectful smile, as if she were trying to justify something to me. The longer I look at her, the more it makes sense. She didnât sleep with Bellamy because she liked him, she wanted to get over the heartbreak of Finn. But why would she care, why would I care? I donât have feelings for him? She walks with Octavia while Iâm regretfully stuck with Bellamy. He carries his gun like itâs life support and I refuse to meet his strong gaze that seems to stair directly into my soul. His strong gaze makes me feel uneasy which is odd because Iâm usually use to such facial reactions. But I canât deal with it, walking in on such an intimate moment, whether he thought it was that or not.Â
âYou wonât look at me.â He says and I canât help but roll my eyes. âCongrats, Sherlock. Youâve once again stated the obvious. Do you want a reward, or something?â Bellamy grabs my arm to get my attention and I try not to flinch at the sudden action, itâs not hard but it was definitely something I wasnât ready for. âWhy wonât you look at me? See something you like?â He has the audacity to wink and wiggle his brows up and down suggestively. This time I glare up at him with a fiery passion before ripping my arm out of his grasp. âGet your head out of your ass, Blake. Youâre not my type. I wonât look at you because some people actually see sex as something important, not something to be thrown around willy nilly but at the end of the day it is your choice. I do not judge, I donât have the right. Your sex life, or there lack of, has nothing to do with me, and Iâd like to keep it that way. And finally, Bellamy Blake, I wouldnât touch you with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole.âÂ
I march ahead of him, already exhausted with our childish bickering. âYou sure about that, princess?â When he says it, I have swallow back down the bile thatâs started to form. It sounds so much better coming from Dimitriâs soft lips rather than his. âItâs queen to you. You, Blake, remind me a Russian doll, full of yourself.â Heâs about to retort but his radio cut him off. âThereâs someone in the bushes.â Raven says, quietly. For a moment, we forget about out love/hate relationship. My heart is thumping out of my chest at every step I take, bow and arrow strung at the ready. Octavia and Raven get to the location first before we run directly into Miles, the other kid who was with Clarke and Finn when they ventured out. I kneel down and lift his head up before feeding him some of my leftover water. Thereâs an arrow wedged in-between his arm-pit and shoulder, along with one just above his knee, burred deep in his left thigh. âMiles, where are they? Clarke and Finn?â Raven asks with hope in her eyes.
Miles barely gets the words out, but I almost wish he hadnât, maybe then the truth wouldnât have been set in stone the way it now feels. âG-Grounders..took them..â I watch as all three of their faces go from their bright color to a cold, clammy white. âTake it easy. We have to get him back to camp.â Bellamy says, and if Iâm being honest, Iâm surprised that it comes from him. Ninety-five percent of the time, I think that he doesnât possess a heart whatsoever. âBell, what about Clarke and Finn?â Octavia asks, looking between her brother and I for an answer. Iâm to busy dipping some leftover alcohol onto his wounds to respond, and honestly I donât know what to do. Raven gets up, looking pale and to the point of tears and I force my gaze away when Bellamy follows her lead, speaking so softly, it was almost inaudible. âRaven, Iâm sorry..âÂ
The way he says it makes me think heâs got something to do with it, even though he doesnât. Bellamy has a bad habit of feeling guilty for things thatâve happen that he has no reason to be guilty for. âWe need to make a stretcher-â Raven says before walking off to do just that. Octavia and I work on Milesâ injuries while Bellamy radios Monty. âMonty, weâre heading home, do you copy?â When he doesnât respond right away, Bellamy gives me a worried glance. âMonty?!â This time Raven and Octavia stop what theyâre doing to look at the radio, waiting for a response, only for it to be silence. He keeps asking over and over again but thereâs nothing but silence. We carry Miles back to camp and I canât help but smile at the sight of one of my two favorite boys. â(Y/n), youâre back!â Jasper exclaims before giving me a warm bear hug.Â
Everyone around him watches in shock as I hug him back, not use to me displaying affection of any sorts. âGood to see you too, Jasper.â The longer Iâm here, the more I realize that Iâm like a mother to many of the kids here, matching Bellamyâs age, Iâm one of the oldest, too. âYou hear anything else about Monty?â He asks with hope in his eyes which quickly vanishes upon seeing my sad expression. âIâm sorry, Jasper. I havenât heard anything yet since I returned with Bellamy, Raven and Octavia. But if I know them, theyâre tough as hell. Montyâs a genius, Clarke is smart and Finn is a phenomenal tracker. If I can get out of the grounders grasp, then I know they can, too. Weâll go searching for them in the morning, I promise.â He nods, thanking me before helping Raven out with the explosives. Just when nobodies looking, I sneak right back out of camp.Â
Nobody else is going to die, not Clarke, not Finn and not Monty. Though itâs quite dark and ominous out, I feel more alive than ever. My heartbeat is pumping so loudly Iâm afraid someone would hear it. Just over the hills, I notice two faint flickers of light, bright enough that it gives off a orange-ish yellow hue around the area. As I creep closer, my suspicions are confirmed. A grounder group with Clarke chained in the middle, about twenty men along with the woman Clarke and I spoke to, Anya, I believe, at the bridge. I watch as another man comes from the left flank, jumping from the hill to yell down at her though itâs not loud enough for me to hear. Once done bringing down one of the many grounder leaders with just his words, he takes a step forwards towards Clarke with the intent to kill, stopping abruptly when a light from across the mountains lights up and fear washes over both Tristan, I believe, and Anyaâs eyes before they leave Clarke alone for one of Anyaâs soldiers to kill.Â
Once sheâs gone, I make my way over to Clarke as one of the grounders stalks towards her, knife in hand. The rest of the grounders leave back down to the river. The second they do, I strike down, kicking him in the side before punching him square in the jaw. He stumbles back, obviously not ready for the attack before pulling his hand up, almost in attempt to stop me. Before I can hit him again, he peels off his mask and I canât help but gasp. âLincoln?â Grazing his jaw with his right hand, he scoffs. âYou have a mean right hook. Come quickly. Finnâs not far. Help me carry Clarke.â I nod along to his words, wrapping myself in the cloak to disguise my face before lifting Clarke up and onto his horse, jumping on right after. Iâm not sure how far weâve ridden but before I know it, we stop at the highest hill where one of the fires burns brightly.Â
Once Lincoln unties Clarkeâs bounds before she runs over to Finn. When they look back at us, I remove my cloak when he takes off his mask. âLincoln? (Y/n)?â I smile and pull Clarke into a warm hug. âItâs good to see you too. We have to go. Now.â With a quick slap the hip, the horse is off in the other direction while we run back to camp towards somewhere safe. My heart is thumping in my throat and I can barely breath, but for some reason I feel more energetic and alive than ever. Iâm more adrenaline than I am human at this point as we run from possible death. I can hear the grounders barreling towards us from behind, not close enough for them to reach but not far enough either. Lincoln pushes away a set of leaves, leading to a tunnel. Clarke and Finn follow but I donât. âIâm meet you guys back at camp. I need to go somewhere first.â Theyâre about to decline but Iâm too persistent. âDonât worry, Iâll be fine. I know these woods better than you think. Thank you, Lincoln.âÂ
I say to him before running in the opposite direction, away from both my friends and my enemies. Heading to the one place that might have exactly what I need that might slow the grounders down, a poison, something. However as I arrived at Dimitriâs cave, a group of grounders, ones I hadnât recognized, were attacking another who wore a bright blue bandanna that wrapped around his shoulder. My eyes go wide at the realization that that little boy was from Dimitriâs clan. The older grounders are yelling at him in their language and I can only pick up a few words here and there before I wrap my scarf around my face and prepare to attack. Drawing my bow and arrow, I fire at their shoulders, catching the two off guard as they plummet to the ground. Jumping from atop one of the hills, I crash down with my sword, screaming. Despite my recent injury, I move swiftly, grunting here and there when one of them hits my shoulder.Â
The fight doesnât last long before Iâm standing in front of the young boy. I put my weapon away and remove my mask to let him look at my warm eyes. âHey, Iâm not going to hurt you, okay? Letâs get you home-â I say, crouching down for him to take my hand. His eyes shift from the grounders bodies over my shoulder and then back at me, slowly lacing our fingers together. The more I look at him, the younger he looks. Roughly less than the age of eight. Iâm not sure where weâre going but he leads the way, practically running to the point where I have to skip after him. He refuses to let go of my hand the entire way before we stop right in front of a set of trees and I donât go any farther despite the fact that he wants me to come with him. I crouch down and rest my hand on his cheek. âYou need to go home to your family, okay? I need to go back to mine. Stay safe, alright?âÂ
I stand up to let him go but before I get the chance to move, he wraps his arms around my body before running the extra mile home. The entire run back to camp, I think solely about that boy and what he was doing out there at night. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that he looked quite similar to Dimitri, except his hair was dirty blonde instead of Dimitriâs natural color. I remembered being that scared little kid, never knowing how to defend myself or fight until I forced myself to learn. I grimace at the memory before arriving back home. Octaviaâs at my side before I know it, Bellamy not too far from us. âMurphyâs got a gun and has Jasper trapped in the drop-ship. Bellamyâs agreed to trade himself.â Before I can stop him, heâs already halfway up the ramp. I donât know what made me do what Iâm about to do but I run in the opposite direction and jump over the gate before it closes, hitting the tarp and the ground with a loud, painful thud before standing up to meet the end of a gun. âHow nice of you to join us, princess.â Murphy says with a wicked grin while another boy smiles up at me. Trevor.Â
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Empress Part 3
Summary: Youâre apart of the 100. Youâre very bad-ass and donât take shit from no-one. However, the longer youâre on earth, the more complicated things become.
Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, a wee bit of smut, etc.
Tagging: @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw @anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19Â
Your P.O.V
When I came back from Dimitriâs, I felt different, more relaxed; happy. There was some sort of giddiness bubbling up from inside of me. A feeling I wasnât accustomed to. Not only was there an inner change but there was an outer. Clarke eyed me as we finished stacking supplies. âWhatâs got you so happy?â I look at her with a innocent expression, shrugging. âI donât know what youâre talking about. Why?â She smirked, sitting on the operating table, her legs swinging from below. âLiar. Who do you have the hots for?â I scoff, rolling my eyes. That might be one of the weirdest ways of wording attraction towards another individual. âI do not have the âhotsâ for anyone.â She takes a bottle from me, tauntingly. âTell me.â Because of my height, I tower over her, grabbing the bottle before smiling back down at her.
âThere is no one.â All of a sudden, a small voice called from behind us. âExcuse me, Miss.â Trevor, a boy about a year or two younger than me walked in, not making eye contact with either one of us, hides in the corner. I glance down at his bloody hand, rolling my eyes. Trevor had been in a few times throughout this week. âGo sit on the chair.â I say, and he practically runs over to it, almost falling over on the way. Clark nudges me with a smirk. âLooks like youâve got a admirer.â I glare and internally groan. After patching him up, I grip his hand, not painfully tight but hard enough that there was pressure in that area. âIâm switching your job. We canât have you in here if youâre gonna get hurt all the time. Come back tomorrow so we can re-bandage it.â
Trevor nods, shyly before shuffling down the conveyor belt and out of the drop-ship. I shake my head, washing my hands before I pulled out the liquor bottle and two shot glasses, motioning for Clarke to sit. She does, smiling. âSeems as though heâs been finding reasons to come here.â Clarke says as she drinks. I shake my head again, propping my legs up and onto the table. âI figured. Thatâs a horribly dark way of grabbing someoneâs attention.â She smiles again. â(Y/n) and Trevor, sitting in a tree-â I take the rest of the liquor form her, laughing as she pouted. âShut up, and Iâll give you the bottle.â
Almost immediately, sheâs quiet. I pour her another shot, grinning. I was the only one who saw this playful side of her. She didnât open up to anyone, I being the lucky few that saw her this way. All of a sudden, a large bumbling mass tore open the tarp and came in. Bellamy. I was about to roll my eyes at his presence but didnât when I noticed the look of pure desperation on his face. âHave either of you seen Octavia?â I was about to say that I had but in all honesty, I hadnât. âNo.â Clarke muttered, glancing back at me curiously as I shook my head. He sighed, voice shakey, almost scared. I stand up, giving him a determined expression. âWeâll find her.â
He nodded, looking between the two of us with hope in his eyes. âThank you.â Bellamy manages to spew out some sort of gratitude. He both grateful and oddly uncomfortable. We search the camp and found no traces of Octavia. I persuaded Clarke stay and watch over the camp. She was one of the few that I could trust. Jasper and Finn follow Bellamy and I into the forest. I rested my hand on Bellamyâs shoulder, making sure we are far enough away from the other two before saying. âWeâll find her. Iâm gonna go this way. Iâll meet you all back here-â Blake opened his mouth to detest but I spoke first. âIâll be fine. Not that you care but I know where Iâm going.â
And with that, I stalked off towards the one person who would know what was happening. Dimitri. He must know something about this. I wonder if he knew or possibly did this? No, he wouldnât do that. At least, I donât think he would. I turn over my shoulder to make sure nobody is following me. All clear. However, as I got closer to Dimitriâs and I secret hide-out, my mind started to second guess everything. What if he was using me? What if it was all a lie? What if, the first time I open up to someone, they fuck me over? It wouldnât be the first time.. Itâs been a long time since I got to truly open up to anyone about anything. The thought of crawling back into my shell cared me.
I creep into the small cave, quieter than a mouse. Dimitri sits at his desk, his body hunched over in concentration. I lean against the wall, observing him for a minute. Though, at this angle of him, he didnât look like a killer. He didnât look like the grounders we continue to be petrified of. He looked like a small boy withholding more stress than he can bare. Dimitri didnât sport his usual long wool, instead, he wore more simple attire. Similar to what I first saw him in. His hair had grown a little longer than before, the blonde toughs in a disarray. It was very sexy. A few seconds passed by before I realized I was staring too longer. I coughed, clearing my throat to grab his attention.
He grabs the nearest weapon towards him, pushing me against the wall. When Dimitri finally recognizes me, he puts the weapon away, his body relaxing. I could have sworn he flushed in embarrassment. I continue to lean against the cold wall, smirking up at him. âWhat are you working on?â Acknowledging the booklet that he was quite focused on prior to my entrance. The table was in a disarray, books and paper all over the table. He rushes over to it, putting his jacket on them to cover them up from my gaze before leaning against it, awkwardly. âNothing- itâs not- nope- nothing at all-â
I smirk at his adorableness. All of a sudden, I remember why I came here in the first place and my smile left almost immediately. There were many things I liked about Dimitri. One of which, was the fact that he could read me so well. He noticed my drastic mood change, wrapping his hands around my face. âWhat is bothering you, princessa?â I canât help but smile at the nickname before explaining warily. âA friend of mine, Octavia, is missing. I believe she was taken.â His eyes went wide in shock as I continued. âTell me you hadnât anything too do with this?â Dimitri shook his head, his golden blond hair tousling as he does. âNo, princessa. I had nothing to do with this-â He paused before continuing. âThere are other factions, clans. I different clan member must have taken you friend.â
I nod, understandingly. He wrapped his long calloused hands around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. When he lets go of me, Dimitri takes his hand in my face. âWe will find your friend. Iâll see whom I can talk to, to help.â I place my hands over his, smiling. âThank you, Dimitri.â I didnât realize the closeness of our faces until now. He brought my face closer to his, our foreheads touching. As our lips were about a touch, when a voice shouted from outside the cave. â(Y/N)?â Finn. Oh shit. I pull away from Dimitri at lightning speed, pushing him behind me as I left the cave. Finn stood outside, eyeing me suspiciously. âYou okay, (Y/n)?â I nodded, bringing back my demeanor. âI looked in that cave, nothing. Just a bunch of dirt. How âbout you? Whatâd you find?â He looks back at me and then the cave with unease.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. âDonât trust me? Go on, then. I would love to see your face when you see that Iâm not lying.â Immediately, he stops being warily, shrugging at my previous question. âNothing so far. Letâs go find Bellamy and Jasper. They shouldnât be far.â I nod, reluctant to leave Dimitri after what was about to happen. So, in that moment, I take a risk. I go back and finish what we both started.
Dimitriâs P.O.V
I lean against the cold rocks, sighing in relief as (Y/n) distracts her friend. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in and out. Apart of me was sadden that I couldnât kiss her. Though I know I shouldnât be, I was beginning to crush on her. I let out a defeated frustrated sigh as I listened to their conversation. I could have sworn I heard (Y/n)âs steps as she left my place; our place. âDammit.â I mutter angrily. And then, in that moment, it was as if the wish in my head was granted. (Y/n) came swooping in from around the corner. Before I could ask her what she was doing back here, the risk she was taking, she grabbed the collar of my neck and slammed her moist lips into mine, needy.
Almost immediately, I kissed back with just as much passion, grabbing her waist to pull her closer into me. Our lips seemed to blend and mold together in perfect harmony. When she pulls away, Iâm breathless and flustered with swollen lips. As was she, and before I could say anything, she seemed to vanished into the night, leaving me there in the cold cave alone. âWow..â I caught myself grinning from ear to ear. Running my finger-tips against my lips, I press them together, my lips tasting like hers. After waiting for a little while, I head back to my village, a smile on my face. God, the things that woman did to me.
Your P.O.V
I follow Finn, a smile working its way up onto my face. Hiding it was become more and more difficult. âAre you okay? I could have sworn I saw you smile?â I scoff, hiding my feelings with a scowl. âMe? Smile? Finn, you have a better chance at finding a unicorn play checkers with a leprechaun while they eat four-leaf clovers than seeing me smile.â He laughs, shaking his head back and forth. Before I know it, we run directly into them. Bellamy eyes me up and down with suspicion before looking back at Finn. âCome on, we found a cave around the corner.â I nod respectfully to Jasper before walking into the cave after Bellamy.
He continued to look back at me, from my lips to my eyes. And, for some odd reason, I felt a sense of guilt wash over me. But why? I didnât like Bellamy, nor did he like me? I liked Dimitri. Holy shit! I like Dimitri! I shake my head, trying to focus. As we turned the corner of the cave, we saw Octavia cowered with a pipe in the corner. Immediately, Bellamy ran and embraced his sister. Jasper pushed past us to hug her too. Before I could move or do anything, I was thrown to the ground. I yelped in surprise, bringing my hands up to protect my face. My attacker threw Jasper and Bellamy to the floor as well, chocking the Blake boy. I push myself up and kick him, Finn punches his face, knocking him out. I hover over Bellamy and Octavia, protecting them, weapons at the ready.
Octavia cries out. âHe was protecting me! Donât hurt him!â Bellamy turns back to his sister, gawking. But before he could protest, the only sound that entered the room was a cry of pain. And it came from Finn. The attacker stabbed his side, crouching in pain, however, before I could do anything though, Jasper hit the back of his head with such force, I have no doubt in my mind that he was knocked out. I grab Finn, lifting him up on my own. Jasper reaches to remove the blade thatâs wedge in his side but Bellamy and I yell at him not to. We hurry back to the camp, heart in my throat. Though Finn was not on my good side right now, he was a good person. I couldnât let him die. The second we get back to the camp, I yell. âSomeone get Clarke! NOW!â This day couldnât have gone worse.Â
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Empress Part 8
Summary: Youâre apart of the 100. Youâre very bad-ass and donât take shit from no-one. However, the longer youâre on earth, the more complicated things become.
Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!
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First P.O.V
Trevor glances up at me with a haunting smirk. His eyes are so dark, they donât look like the irises of the boy Iâve grown to know. They donât look the same, nor are they far from his own. Murphyâs been whispering in his ear. That little snake. âTrevor, hun. You donât need to do this.â I say in a warm tone. Heâs weak around me which unsettles me more. I can control him but Iâm not sure about Murphy. The older boy smirks at me before tutting. âDonât move, (Y/n). our beef isnât with you. Just sit there and look pretty and we want have a problem.â I sigh at my constant need to disobey. âYou know I canât. Look, Blakeâs an ass. No doubt about it. And it kills me to say it but we need him. Murphy, I donât blame you for how you were treated but the choices you make who you are. They are manacles. Weights for you to bare alone. Donât let this be one of them.âÂ
I can tell my words have an effect on him that only lasts a moment before he smirks up at me with a sly smile. âYouâd be a good diplomat. Almost had me with those pretty eyes-â he says, waving his gun around absentmindedly. It makes my stomach flip with nerves. âYou move, princess, and I wonât hesitate.â Trevorâs jaw drops. Threatening me was not apart of their plan. âMURPHY!â Trevor gawks, disgusted by his betrayal. âGo grab the rope and tie her up. Fofill some fantasies while youâre at it.â The young boys cheek turn a heavy pink with embarrassment while Bellamy and I recoil in disgust. I donât even realize how close Murphy is to me until I feel him wrap his hand around my throat, knocking me down to my knees with a painful blow. âStop!â Bellamy shouts with a voice of urgency.Â
I try not to flinch under Murphyâs burning grip that only seems to tighten. âHave I hit a nerve, Blake?â Murphy accuses, wild eyes shifting between him and I. Why would I mean anything to him? I canât help but wonder. Before I can even find the answer, the older boy yanks my head by my hair, jamming the front of the revolver into the side of my throat. âGet on the stool or I blow her brains out.â Though Trevor and Bellamy want to fight back, they are no match for a gun. He digs the head of the weapon further in and I canât help but choke, an innate reaction. Bellamy grabs the noose before glancing at me with a knowing look. Help is coming. His eyes seem to scream. âSo what do plan on doing after Iâm dead?â He ties the noose, idling by. Heâs stalling. Murphy shrugs, absentmindedly, admiring the sight of Blake about to hang himself.Â
âOnce youâre dead, things will fall into place. Maybe we finally put a leash on your little princess.â I know I should stay quiet but I canât help myself. âIâm no oneâs property bitch.â He chuckles darkly, barely focusing on me and my feeble attempt to hurt his ego. His eyes never seem to leave Bellamy as he finishes tying the noose. âGet on the chair.â Murphy commands eyes wild with vengeance. My gaze never leaves the Blake boy. Thereâs a shift in him, a change that I canât name until I look into his brown irises: fear. I know it all too well because thatâs how Iâve looked my whole life. Itâs strange to see yourself in someone else. He steps up slowly, hands shaking as he does so. And before I even know it Murphy kicks the chair out from under him. Without thinking I yelp in fear, clutching my mouth at the sad sight that laid before me.Â
I almost forgot the lack of grip around my neck and knock Murphy down to the ground with a loud thud. âFucking, bitch!â He screams back at me before knocking my knees to floor with his thighs. Iâd find the interaction attractive if I actually thought Murphy was appealing but heâs not. He wraps his hands around my throat again, squeezing I flinch and recoil, forgetting all my training. The action reminds me too much of him. When I try to push him off, his grip tightens and my vision blurs. All of a sudden, I grasp and heave, taking in as much air as my body can allow. Through blurry eyes I can see Trevor push Murphy down. He holds him for a minute but heâs not big or strong enough to keep him centered. I try to get up but Iâve yet to even catch my breath before Murphy gets up and pulls the trigger Trevorâs head falls to the ground with an abrupt and haunting thud.Â
I tear my gaze away from the blood thatâs already starting to stain the tiles. Though itâs a horrible thought, I canât let another face haunt my dreams. Another loud crack of a whip irrupts from above and I canât help but sigh relief at the sigh of Bellamy, noose free. Octavia holds him close while Jasper aids me up. âBellamyâŠâ I mutter softly but am soon wrapped in his arms. His embrace is warm and soothing, almost enveloping me in a layer of heat. âI thought I lost you..â Bellamyâs voice rumbles deep within his chest, cracking at the ends. He pulls away far too quickly than Iâd like before examining my body. He takes my face in his large calloused hands. They fit nicely, more than Iâd like to admit. âAre you hurt?â Where else did he get you-â He traces the outline of where Murphyâs hands were. âThat son of a bitch.. When I get my hands on him-â His eyes grow dark with blood lust and I canât help but catch his palms in my own, pulling him out of his stupor.Â
âBellamy.. Iâm okay.â His chocolate brown eyes shoot up to meet mine, surprised by something as simple as a name change. âDonât get use to it, Blake.â I pull his arms away from me and notice Clarke and Finn enter, looking broken, bloody and disheveled. Bellamy is hot on my tail, his gaze never really leaving me for long despite Clarkeâs immediate attention. âWe need to leave now.â she says, looking worn out and tired, but alert nonetheless. âThe grounders are coming.â Bellamy puffs out his chest in detest, reeking of toxic masculinity. âNo, we should stay and fight.â I canât help but scoff. âThereâs no way in hell weâd survive. Theyâe proven to us a thousand times, if not more, how cruel and tactile they can be! They put fucking poison in Murphy to leve the playing field for war. Weâve seen their loyalty, their drive. They will rip us apart. We need to leave the camp now.âÂ
âNO!â Bellamy barks back and I try not to flinch at the sound. âWe canât just run away from everything weâve worked so hard for! This is our home!! We need to flight for it!!â I canât help but groan, down right tired and irritable. I grab his shoulders and jerk him into direction off the youngest 100 members. âWill you let them die?! Do you honestly think they can fight?! Bellamy-â The name change and softer tone take him by surprise. âWe canât have a home if thereâs nobody to help make one.â I push Clarke and Finn to start packing while I head out for food and scout the perimeter. I donât let anyone accompany me, canât have more causalities or blood on my hands no matter how dark that sounds. I trace out a trail leading up norther into the cooler lands that seem to cascade along the forest.Â
As I draw nearer into what feels like the mountain tops, a loud ruckus irrupts from over the treeline. Resting my stuff against the tree, I crouch low to the ground and cover my face with my cloak. I watch as some of Lincolnâs clan fights another. The biggest distinction is that they sport a bright blue bandanna around their right arms, just below their armpits. Dimitriâs clan. Hope and fear play an equally strong roll with my emotions. I hope to see his face once more for what could be my last. But I also fear that it could be him fighting amongst the sea of warriors. All of a sudden, one of the grounders knocks a blue man to the side before more men surround him, foam practically forming at their mouths. His golden blonde hair, now bare for the world too see. Dimitri. My heart drops and I donât think, just react.Â
I shoot two arrows into the nearest grounders thighs before jumping up to fight two more, taking them down with ease. When I turn around, Dimitriâs sword is right up to my throat. I rip off the top of my cloak so nobody can see my face, just my irises, the gaze he told me he loves. His muscles shift his eyes flicker. We go back to back, two powerful beings paving a a road to something much much stronger. Dimitri and I move as one, an undeniably perfect flow. We are stronger than any current. I dodge the attacks as best I can, even pushing Dimitri out of the way when a knife scrapes up against my thigh. I hiss in pain but never stop moving. When the rest of the grounders are dead, Dimitri and his sun blue army flock around us, observing me suspiciously. All except for three of them whom I assume are Ruker, Sloane and Dante. The two wave at me while Ruker nods in respect or approval.Â
Some of them gawk at me altogether. Surprised to see a living sky person. Ruker nods at me again befoore leading the fifteen of them back to their camp. Dimitri hesitates. But once theyâre at a save distance, he takes my hands in his, closing the distance. âThank you for protecting, princessa. As well as my people.â I canât help but smile. âIt was nothing-â I shrug nonchalantly, shifting off my hurt thigh. âI hope to see you again. Iâm moving my people away from the clans. So Iâm not sure when Iâll see you again.â I admire his features while I can before pulling away. âGoodbye, Dimitri.â he tugs my arm ever so slightly. âWait-â Before I can distance myself, make the pain hurt less, he tugs down my handkerchief and smashes his lips onto mine. I nearly fall back at the passion he provides.Â
It takes me a minute to realize where itâs coming from. Heâs afraid he wonât see me again. I pull him in close, touch his chest, waist, shoulders, everything I can get my hands on to remember him. I try to feel all of him before itâs too late. When he pulls away, we both catch our breatheâs and I canât help but shiver under the warm air that seems to fall down my face and shoulders. Our noses graze and I donât want to let go of such an intimate moment. It might be my last. âI love you.â I mutter against his lips, honestly. I can already see myself dying a thousand different ways and every one of them I regret not telling Dimitri how I really feel towards him. He needs to know just in case. His eyes widen at my confirmation.Â
But what takes me by surprise is how certain he is. âI love you, too, princessa.â He pulls me in for one more passionate kiss before I pry myself from his warm embrace and return back to my people. It may be the last time I feel his touch. The thought alone makes me shudder with fear. Just as Iâm starting to breathe again, death seems to loom over my shoulder. Just as I cross over the last treeline, a large body pushes me up against the tree with a loud thud. âTime to start praying princess because the only person on your side right now is God.â Bellamy glares down at me.Â
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