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fanficimagery · 6 years ago

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Imagine being chosen by your King to be one of many from Azgeda to join Wonkru in the bunker before Praimfaya hits. You go with a heavy heart because your significant other has been banished, but imagine your surprise when Echo is alive and well after Bellamy and Clarke free Wonkru from your tomb. Just when you think it's going to be a happy reunion.. it all takes a turn for the worse. Until it doesn't.

Author's Note: Since this is obviously AU, Roan never went into the Conclave. Instead he chose Azgeda's best warrior who ended up losing to Octavia. Octavia ended up having a soft spot for Roan after he did the honorable thing and banished Echo when she was caught trying to help Azgeda cheat, and he had no problem deferring to Osleya after Praimfaya.

P.S - The beginning might seem like I'm bashing Echo, but I swear I didn't mean for that to happen! I love Echo. I intended for this to be an Echo X Reader, but Roan slithered in and took control.

GIF not mine. If you want credit and/or it removed, please let me know asap!

Roan X Reader

Six years in the bunker changes you. It changes everyone whether it be for the better or not, and being secluded underground just made everything worse. Life just mere days after Praimfaya really opened everyone's eyes and it was a fight to be where Wonkru is now. And though there were many rebellions, people quickly got on board with things the Wonkru way to survive.

Several people stepped up, others stepped aside, and the rest learned to follow. Octavia had taken you under her wing when she saw a promising strength within you, and with Indra's help the both of them groomed you to be Blodreina's Second-in-Command. So when Wanheda and Bellamy Blake broke into the bunker to finally free you, you took up your position behind Octavia's right shoulder as you watched your people be lifted out in pairs. Something with the new Skaikru was amiss, but one look from Blodreina had you remaining quiet until everyone was out and you could speak in private.

Then everything went to hell.

The new Skaikru wanted Shadow Valley for themselves and were willing to kill for it. Octavia was a threat, as was Clarke, and it was war all over again. When Octavia demanded Wonkru march on Shadow Valley where the new Skaikru had taken over, Clarke tried to dissuade her. Octavia, however, was having none of Clarke's opinion and marched on either way. And that- that was a mistake. Because in the sand lived worms that were capable of infecting humans and leaving eggs to hatch inside them. When one of Wonkru went down, it was rush to try and save his life only for numerous of worms to explode out of him. In a rush to kill them and move out of the way, Octavia ended up a worm in her arm that Clarke was quick to cut back out.

Then Blodreina was informed that missiles were on the way and the only way to hide from the apparent camera in the sky was to hide out in the middle of a sandstorm with sand that cut like glass. With Octavia weak from blood loss, it was your job to cover her as Wonkru formed a circle around the both of you to take the brunt of the storm.

The following morning when Octavia is awake and Clarke manages to properly bandage the wound on her arm, Octavia thanks her. Then Bellamy steps in to speak with his little sister and while it seems like a peaceful moment between siblings, Octavia then threatens him to never speak up against Wonkru again. Bellamy seems shocked, but the rumbling of an engine diverts his attention. As Wonkru becomes antsy at the arrival of the vehicle, Bellamy and Clarke shout out that they're friends of theirs.

As Bellamy walks off, you grasp Octavia's hand and help her stand as to not show any more weakness. Taking position behind her shoulder once more, your gaze remains on the vehicle as the doors open.. and you freeze. Your eyes widen and it feels like there's a tight grip on your heart as you watch a familiar face appear.

Choking back a strangled sob and clenching your hands at your side, you gulp when Octavia glances over her shoulder at you. There's so much anger in her features at the sight of Echo and tears prick the corners of your eyes. "Please. Give her a chance," you plead.

"Why?"

Your jaw clenches and you will your tears not to fall. You haven't cried in so long and you can't afford for Wonkru to see such a weakness. "She's- she's.."

"She's her wife." The voice of Roan startles you and your head snaps in his direction. He offers you a nod as he takes up your side and you smile tightly in return before looking back at Octavia.

Her eyes widen just a bit and her eyebrows subtly raise in surprise. When she turns her face to stare back out across the sand, she scoffs. "Some wife she is."

Your brow furrows and you follow her gaze.. only to have your heart completely shatter. Echo is in a passionate embrace with Bellamy and the both of them seem pretty comfortable with each other. Roan squeezes your shoulder and Octavia scoffs. Then when the duo finally part and they share a brief conversation, the both of them turn to stare in Octavia’s direction. Unfortunately for you, you're in Echo's line of sight as well and you see the moment she recognizes you. Her eyes widen, her mouth drops open, and not even Bellamy's needling can grasp her attention when he realizes who she’s staring at.

The moment Echo starts in your direction, you inhale sharply and stand a little straighter. You blink rapidly in hopes of your watery gaze clearing and Roan squeezes your shoulder once more before removing his hand and taking a step to the side. Octavia, too, stands a little straighter and holds her hand up to stall Echo when she's close enough.

Echo tries to get closer despite Octavia's silent command and you shake your head once. "Don't."

"Y/N?" She breathes in awe. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were.. I didn't think-"

"It's fine," you gulp. Clearing your throat, you set your gaze just over Echo's shoulder. "You've made your decision."

"No! That's not fair."

Bellamy seems confused, so he grasps Echo's hand in his own and she doesn't rebuff him. Seeing this, Octavia then takes great pleasure in informing her brother just what's going on. "Bellamy, this is Y/N," she says while gesturing to you. "Echo's wife."

"Excuse me?" His eyes widen and he tries to take his hand back, but Echo merely grips him tighter as her eyes plead with you to understand.

"Ex-wife," you mumble.

"Y/N." The pain in Echo's voice is nothing compared to what you're feeling. "Please. I didn't know you were alive. If I did, I might have never-"

Roan scoffs. "Even in mourning Y/N never sought comfort in another's bed. Yet here you are, begging, as you hold the hand of another."

"It's done. Lets not cause a bigger scene." You manage to keep your features schooled and squash down what you're truly feeling, hoping that Octavia will issue some sort of command to disperse the group.

But Roan is not quite content to just let it lie. "You were a disgrace to Azgeda and now you are a disgrace to your wife. Ex-wife," he then cruelly amends. "You'll be lucky if Blodreina offers you a place in Wonkru."

Octavia lazily holds a hand up. "That's enough. We have other things to worry about than a lover's quarrel. Diyoza is proving to be a threat that's needs to be handled immediately."

"Agreed," you say.

Echo opens her mouth to respond, but Octavia walks off without hearing a word. And since you're her Second, you follow. What was meant to be a most spectacular reunion turned out to be nothing but heartbreak.

The pits was a good place as any to spar and get rid of pent up emotions. Roan had dragged you down there the following day after your verbal divorce from your long time love and you'd spent hours trading blows.

Roan didn't say anything, which you were grateful for, and took great pleasure in kicking your ass. You held your own against the former King, the sound of your blades clashing and grunting from being kicked covering mostly every other sound around you.

"Sloppy," Roan teases, offering you a hand up when he manages to get you on your back with his blade poised at your throat. "What would Blodreina think?"

"Blodreina," you start to say as you grab at Roan's hand, "would say to never let your guard down." Roan's smirk falls and you grin. Gripping his hand and bracing all your weight into staying stationary, you kick out at one of his ankles. He yanks his foot up before you can make contact and when he's balanced on one leg, you yank with all your might. Roan tumbles to the ground at your side and you quickly move to straddle him, a small dagger then held at his throat. "Especially around a pretty face. You have no idea what we're truly capable of."

Roan laughs and holds his hands up in mock surrender. Then laughing as well, you move to stand up while offering him a hand up. You sheathe your dagger when he's on his feet, smiling and relishing in the workout you've just had. And then someone clears their throat.

Turning towards the source of the noise, you spot Bellamy waiting there. "Can I have a word with you. In private?"

Roan tenses and moves to take a step in Bellamy's direction, but the back of your hand smacks against his abdomen. "Don't. It's fine. I'll talk with him." Glancing up you meet Roan's gaze and offer him a smile. "Seriously. I'm good. I'll find you after." Roan then gives you a terse nod before picking his sword up off the ground and taking his leave.

Then turning back towards Bellamy, you sheepishly shrug at him for Roan's behavior. "Did you need something?"

"I'm sorry," he immediately says. "When Echo and I- she didn't say anything."

He wants to say more, but you hold up a hand and flash him a small smile. "Say no more. I've cooled down and slept on it, and I'm not angry," you tell him. "And if I'm being honest, I was never really angry to begin with. Just really hurt."

"I'm so-"

"Sorry. I know," you huff a laugh. "But it's been six years. I thought Echo was dead and she thought that there was a good chance I would be dead too." You shake your head sadly. "I don't blame her for moving on. Not really. And I most definitely don't blame you since you didn't know about me."

His mouth snaps shut and you mentally laugh at his shocked expression. He quickly schools his features and clears his throat. "Oh." This time you outright laugh and he seems to sag in on himself in relief. "Well okay then."

"Yeah. Anything else, Blake?"

"Actually.." He shifts nervously and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden unease. "Octavia hates Echo. She holds a grudge for that fight they had and would rather see Echo dead than accept her into Wonkru."

"I figured as much."

"But you- you and my sister are close. You're her Second," he says. "Maybe you can help convince-"

Again, you stop him mid-sentence. "It's already been done," you say. "Octavia is just making you sweat it out."

"What?"

"I've already explained to Octavia that when Echo stabbed her, it was on Roan's orders. The wound would have easily healed with time and it was no one's fault other than Octavia's that she threw herself off that cliff. I've told her what an asset Echo could be and Octavia's agreed to give her a chance. But make no mistake, Octavia will be looking for any little reason to get rid of her. Echo's on this ice right now, so she has to tread carefully."

Echo suddenly steps out of the shadows and you tense. When you see her conflicted expression, you inhale deeply before exhaling slowly. Once relaxed, you offer her a nod.

"Is that true?" She asks. When you nod once more and smile, Echo wastes no time in closing the distance between the both of you. She wraps you tightly in a hug and you return the embrace, you then subtly wiping away tears. She murmurs apology after apology, but your brush each one of them away. When you finally depart and Echo steps back to take Bellamy's hand in her own, the both of you smile at each other before softly laughing. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"How long has Roan been your personal bodyguard?" You huff and roll your eyes. "I'm serious! You know he's in love with you. Right? Has been since before we were married."

"You're teasing."

"I'm really not. He was going to ask his mother for your hand, but we got married before he could make a move."

Her smug expression and Bellamy's smirk is enough to make you doubt what's real and what isn't. "But.. it's Roan! He was a Prince and then a King, and I'm just- I'm just-"

"Beautiful." Echo smiles sadly. "You are beautiful and have no ties to anyone. Not anymore. Roan will treat you right."

Gaping at her, you're snapped out of your shocked stupor when Bellamy snorts. You glance quickly between the two of them before making a quick escape and groan at the laughter echoing around the pit.

When you finally find Roan in the rooms you've shared with him and several other people, you're a little out of breath. There's a couple of people lingering in their beds and after a quick, "Can I please have a moment with Roan?", everyone is respectively abiding by your wishes. Roan stands up from his bottom bunk, an eyebrow raising in wonderment. "If I ask you something, will you be completely honest with me?"

He shrugs. "Haven't I always been honest with you?"

Instead of answering his question with a direct answer, you answer with a question of your own by bluntly asking, "Were you in love with me?" His small smile vanishes and he's taking a while to answer. "It's just.. Echo mentioned something. And now that I look back on past interactions between us and recent interactions it seems like you do. Well.. you might not love me, but I think there's a pretty good chance that you like me. Really like me."

"And if I did?"

"Then we really need to discuss the possibility of an 'us'." Roan's carefully schooled features morph into surprise. "For these passed six years, I've got to know you. The real you! Not Prince Roan and not King Roan. Just.. Roan."

"But yesterday-"

"Yesterday was a shock to the system," you say. "I thought Echo was dead, Roan. But then she wasn't, and I was surprised and overjoyed to see her alive. Then she attached herself to Bellamy's face which led to some jealousy flaring up, but it's not- I'm not.."

Roan closes the distance between the two of you, he grasping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. Since he's taller than you, you have to step up on the tips of your toes and you shiver as his beard scratches around your mouth. Years of pent up tension and hidden passion is poured into the kiss, and you moan when he bites and pulls on your bottom lip.

Pulling your mouth free, you're left panting in the aftermath. Your hands have fisted into the front of Roan's shirt and you can't quite meet his gaze. Not yet. "I'm pretty sure my feelings are all sorted out, but if you want to give it a little time to make sure-"

"I'm done waiting." Roan captures your mouth in another kiss, this one a lot shorter than the first. "We'll deal with whatever comes up as it does. For now, I just want to enjoy this."

Slowly smirking, you finally meet his gaze and nod. "You know what? I like the way you think."

Before you and Roan can explore any more of this newly discovered intimacy, people start re-entering the room. One of them come carrying the message that Blodreina is looking for you, so with one last quick kiss from Roan you take your leave.

But leaving is for the best because you need to get your head on straight- everyone does. After Diyoza and her army of criminals have been taken care of, and Shadow Valley has been claimed by Wonkru, then.. and only then can you and Roan truly discover what you have between you.

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saibh29 · 7 years ago

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The Blade

Pairing: Roan / Reader

Warning: Angst.... think that’s it.

Request: Nonny request for a Roan fic of any sort, hope this fits the bill.

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You very carefully reached out letting one finger trail down the middle of the sword blade hung on the wall by the windows. The sun glinted through them making sparks of rainbow coloured light fly off of the blade and warm the cold heart of the steel. It was a magnificent weapon designed for kings and commanders, meant for great feats and deeds. None of which you were qualified to achieve. You didn’t even know why you were here in this room when you should be downstairs with the rest of your friends and people getting packed up to leave Polis.

“Do you like it?”

You jumped slightly at the voice coming from behind you. You hadn’t heard anyone come up behind you or even enter the room, but then again you guessed the King of Polis and Commander of the twelve tribes was probably pretty good at being unheard if he chose to be.

“It’s a beautiful blade” you admitted continuing to stare at the sword.

“Indeed”

You hadn’t turned away from the weapon but could feel him now against your back. He was stood so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him. “How’s the bullet wound doing?”

“I’ll live”

His hands came out to rest on your waist squeezing slightly. It was the most contact you’d had with each other since he’d been shot. Since you’d watch him fall to the floor, you’d thought he was dead. Thought that he was gone from the world forever and it broken a piece of your heart that you didn’t realise he owned.

The warmth of his fingers sent tingles over your skin and made goosebumps trail up your arms even through the material of your clothes, proving that he was definitely alive and well. Even with the feelings he was conjuring up in you, you still shook your head fractionally.

“We can’t do this again Roan. We can’t go there”

“Why is that?” one hand had moved from your waist up to your neck pushing the hair away. “Because I don’t remember making that agreement or really any kind deal of that nature”

You found yourself being spun around to face him trapped between his body and the wall.

“Roan I mean it, it was a mistake to think that people would accept us being together, that this could ever work”

He didn’t move away from you but he had at least stopped touching you which let your brain start to work again. Instead he was just using his much larger body to trap you there right where he wanted you to be.

“We were making it work just fine” his voice was low and calm as he continued to stare down at you. “Someone said something to you”

It wasn’t a question so you didn’t answer him. Instead finally finding some strength you pushed past him and found some free space in the middle of the room where you could breathe again without being surrounded by him.

“Roan you’re the King of Polis. You’re Azgeda. You’re everything that my people are fighting against hell your guards have decreed that every member of Skaikru needs to leave Polis immediately. You have every reason to hate me, for me to hate you”

“But you don’t”

“What… I don’t?”

He came towards you once more each step he was taking towards you was taking away your oxygen again with his proximity. “You don’t hate me Y/N” he was very close again and as he got closer the reasons why you needed to stay away from him were getting harder and harder to remember. Those reasons that said you needed to be downstairs leaving Polis. “And I don’t hate you”

“I want to hate you though” you muttered “It would be so much easier if I hated you”

“Easier for who?”

He was right next to you again your faces close together. “For everyone” you whispered “For both of us. Roan I have to leave. We’ve all been ordered to leave immediately”

Roan brushed hair gently away from your face. “You could stay” his voice was low as his forehead came forward to rest against your own. “You could stay with me?”

You finally reached up and gently put your fingers on his cheeks tracing the line of his jaw before letting your hands rest on his shoulders. “You know I can’t”

You raised yourself up onto your tip toes pressing your lips just off centre of his mouth. Trying to remember everything about the feel of his skin under your lips and his hand resting just on the back of your hip.

“Goodbye Roan”

He didn’t speak again as you pulled away from him and walked slowly from the room. You couldn’t stop yourself turning at the door to get one more look at him. Catching his eyes you offered him a small smile before shutting the door on more than just one person’s heart.

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