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[anjellaufeyson]

I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake

Time stamp: 1:38

My boyfriend was lovely–his friend wasn’t. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man I’ve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend. 

Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldn’t Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and I’m sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent he’s exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamy’s, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face. 

Soon he came out searching for me, “What do you want, princess?” 

I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when they’re together.” 

He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, “Right, whatever you say, princess.” 

The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. “okay–can you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? I’m aware of how things are, like it or not I’m one of the smart ones and I think he’s being overworked and–”

Bellamy’s face showed confusion in itself, “Murphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, I’m who stays up all night, every night.” 

I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. “Wait, you haven’t been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?” 

He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. “No, I don’t think anyone has. We’ve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.” 

My brain racked everything Murphy’s ever told me since he began ‘working’ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked. 

I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamy’s chest, I didn’t cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did here–it made you seem weak. And I’d never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamy’s chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions. 

Murphy’s voice appeared from behind me but I didn’t dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. “I need to talk with her, I can explain!”

Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, “Murphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll do it later.” 

I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didn’t care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up. 

We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didn’t know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldn’t–it had to be a grounder. 

The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends were–including Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since it’s my life on the line. 

“Who’s valuable to her?”

What an odd fucking question–is this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die. 

Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, “She’s with me, that’s my girlfriend.” He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth. 

“What are you willing to give me in turn for her life?” 

His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. “What do you want?” 

The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, “I want Wanheda.” Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? “Give her to me and I won’t kill her.” 

“Take me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.” What is he doing? He’s going to get himself killed–I’m aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately. 

I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how to, Bellamy could’ve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, “Don’t,” he demanded while blood ran down his cheek. 

Why was he willing to do this for me? We’ll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphy’s gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasn’t something I wanted to do. But I had to–for him. 

Without processing what I did I went to Bellamy’s side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. “I hate you,” I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, “I know,” he said while wincing from getting up too quickly. 

While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, “Were you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?”

His breath reeks of Monty’s moonshine, “Are you serious? You’ve been cheating on me, Murphy?”

“Were you yes or no?” 

Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. “Yes,” he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldn’t turn my head, I’d be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy. 

“Fuck you both,” he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet. 

He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, “Why’d you do it,” I asked. 

His fingers traced along my neck, “Save you? Or help you?”

“Both,” I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior. 

Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, “because we both know I could treat you better,” he whispered into my ear.

[hd-junglebook]

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Part 2

word count - 3,446

The five of you stood at the side of the cliff, your hearts pounding with anticipation as Finn gripped the rope tightly in his hand, ready to swing across the gap. Finn prepared to make his leap, Jasper piped up, his voice filled with determination. "Wait, guys. Let me do it. I've got this."

There was a moment of stunned silence as his words sunk in. Clarke glanced at him, concern etched across her features. "Jasper, are you sure? It's a long way across." But Jasper was already stepping forward, a defiant gleam in his eyes. "Clarke. Trust me, I can do this."

The rest of you exchanged uncertain glances, but Finn nodded in agreement. "Let him try. We don't have much time."

With a collective cheer, you urged Jasper on as he gripped the rope and launched himself into the air. For a moment, he sailed across the gap with grace, his movements fluid and confident. As Jasper neared the other side, a spear soared through the air straight into his chest, sending him careening off course.

With a sickening thud, he collided with the rock behind him, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

"Jasper!" Clarke cried out in horror, rushing forward to help him. The rest of you watched in shock, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were not alone in these woods.

Finn took charge, his voice urgent as he scanned the surrounding area. "We need to move. Now. Whatever hit Jasper could still be out there."

You stood in stunned silence by yourself, gears turning in your head at the lack of choices you seemed to have in this moment. Clarkes voice waking you back up from your daze. You crouch down out of sight of whatever was out there.

The woods seemed darker and more foreboding now, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending shivers down your spine. You looked back at Jaspers figure once more pinned to the rock, catching sight of Monty out in the open.

"Well, this is just fantastic. I always wanted to be stuck in a survival situation with a bunch of amateurs." You whisper to yourself, scanning the woods around you before lunging towards Monty, dragging him by his ear back to the group.

"We are so screwed," Octavia insisted, her eyes darting from tree to tree as if searching for any sign of their missing friend.

Out of nowhere, Jasper's chilling scream pierced through the stillness of the forest, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your blood to run cold. Panic surged through you, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Clarke, Jasper. He's alive," you gasped out, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and dread.

But Clarke was already moving, her determination unwavering as she raced ahead, heedless of Finn's warning. "Clarke, wait. Wait! Wait," Finn called out desperately, but she didn't stop.

Monty's voice trembled with fear as he scanned the surrounding trees, removing himself from you side to stand at the cliffs edge once more. "No. Where is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide with horror.

"They took him," Clarke replied, her tone heavy with sorrow and rage. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, feeling paralyzed as you crouched in the depths of the forest, knowing that Jasper was now in the hands of whatever lurked in the woods.

---

The four of you sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the branches seemed to claw at your skin, leaving scratches in their wake. You reached out, grabbing Octavia's arm with clammy hands, pulling her along with you as you dodged and weaved through the obstacles in your path.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Monty and Clarke lagging behind, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, guys! We're almost there!" you shouted back, urging them to pick up the pace. The forest around you seemed to darken, the sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead seems to diminish with each passing step.

light struggled to penetrate the thick trees behind you, casting long shadows that stretch across the forest floor like fingers reaching out to pull you deeper into the gloom with every step you took towards the safety of the camp.

The distant flicker of the campfire beckoned through the thick brush, you could almost feel the warmth of the flames against your skin, driving you forward despite the burning ache in your legs. Each step was a struggle, your muscles screaming in protest from the relentless exertion of running from Mount Weather.

You pushed Octavia forward through the trees, finally reaching the group, you were met with a scene that sent a chill down your spine. Murphy and Wells were engaged in a vicious knife fight, their faces contorted with anger and desperation.

Clarke stepped in front of you, her voice sharp with urgency. "Wells! Let him go!" she yelled, pushing herself through the crowd to intervene.

“Alright enough you two!” Bellamy growled as he pushed Murphy away from Wells. Meeting Clarkes angry glare before Octavia caught his attention.

He moved with determined strides, parting the sea of bodies like a ship cutting through choppy waters., his expression darkening with concern and anger. "Octavia, are you all right?" he demanded, his piercing gaze locked onto you, unwavering and intense. "You let her get hurt out there? Where's the food you were so spent on getting?”

You bristled at his accusatory tone, your sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh, sorry, Bellamy, I was too busy dodging spears and saving Octavia to remember to pack you a picnic basket," you shot back, your frustration boiling over. "But you seem to have everything under control, as usual."

Bellamy's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening even further as he took a step closer to you. "Don't play games with me, y/n," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Finn stumbled forward, gasping for breath. "We... we didn't make it to Mount Weather," he managed to get out between labored breaths.

Clarke stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We were attacked," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group of delinquents. "They were waiting for us, lying in ambush."Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the woods beyond their camp. The group exchanged worried glances.

Clarke's gaze softened as she addressed her friends, her voice sincere. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong," she continued, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will," Finn admitted, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation.

Wells limped towards the group, grimacing in pain as his voice broke through the tension, his concern evident as he inquired about Jasper's whereabouts. "Where's the kid with the goggles?" he asked, his gaze darting around the group anxiously.

Clarke stepped forward, her expression grim as she delivered the devastating news. "Jasper was hit. They took him," she revealed anxiously. "Where is your wristband?" she demanded, turning her attention back to Wells, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Wells hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice heavy with regret. "Ask him," he replied, gesturing towards Murphy with a solemn expression.

Clarke's frustration was obvious as she processed the information. "How many?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she awaited Murphy's response.

Murphy's reply was chilling in its simplicity. "Twenty-four and counting," he admitted, his tone sinister as he confirmed the number.

Clarke's frustration boiled over, her words laced with anger. "You idiots," she spat, her voice filled with bitter disappointment. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here," she scolded, her words a reminder of the harsh reality they faced.

"Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good," Bellamy shouted, rallying the crowd with his impassioned words. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner," he declared, his tone defiant as he challenged Clarke's authority as he faced her.

"I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!" His words resonated with the crowd, drawing them back to his side as they echoed their agreement.

You shook your head in disappointment at the shortsightedness of it all, the frustration evident in your expression as you watched the crowd rally behind Bellamy's reckless rhetoric.

Monty pulled you and Clarke towards him, his faced scrunched in discomfort. "What do we do now?" he asked, his eyes darting between Clarke and Bellamy as he sought your guidance.

Clarke's response was firm and resolute, her gaze unwavering as she addressed him. "Now we go after Jasper," she declared.

---

You and Clarke worked quickly to patch up Wells, the urgency of the situation lending speed to your movements as you devised a plan to rescue Jasper. Clarke and Finn's heated exchange filled the air behind you, their voices clashing in disagreement.

Finn remained steadfast in his belief that venturing back into the woods would only lead to disaster. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet," he argued back.

Clarke's frustration bubbled to the surface as she refused to entertain the idea of leaving Jasper behind. "So what, we let Jasper die? That's not gonna happen, Spacewalker." she retorted, every word seasoned with accusation.

Finn stood his ground, his expression desperate as he countered Clarke's resolve. "It's not an adventure, Clarke, it's a suicide mission," he countered.

"Clarke, we could use Bellamy," you suggested, your voice tinged with reluctance. "He has a weapon. As annoying as he is, we need all the help we can get."

Walking over to Octavia, you handed her a bottle of water, offering her a small smile of reassurance before looking over her leg once more. Clarke approached Bellamy then, her voice commanding as she addressed him. "I hear you have a gun.” Bellamy reply came without hesitation, lifting his shirt slightly to reveal the weapon strapped to his waist.

As he did, you couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his abdomen, the muscles taut and well-defined. Caught momentarily in the act of admiring, you quickly averted your gaze, but not before Bellamy's eyes flicked up, catching you in the act.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed your fleeting glance. "Like what you see?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist a sarcastic retort. "Please, Bellamy, don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering if that thing is even loaded," you shot back, your tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Clarke nodded in agreement. “That’s good. Follow me," she instructed, her words leaving no room for argument.

You fell into step beside her, Bellamy shot you both a questioning look, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And why would I do that?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. The two you halting in your walking.

You couldn't resist the urge to challenge him back, his self-righteous attitude grating your nerves for the second time today, "Oh, I don't know, Bellamy. Maybe because you're not as brave as you like to pretend," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy's expression hardened, and he stepped closer to you, mirroring your stance, his gaze intense. For a moment, you almost step back at his closeness, but you refused to back down. "Careful, sweetheart. You don't want to find out just how wrong you are," he warned.

You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. "Try me," you mocked, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked away with Clarke, leaving Bellamy behind. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze boring into your back as you moved further away. A silent challenge lingering in the air.

---

Your focus, alongside Clarke's, remained on locating Jasper, the urgency tangible in every stride as the group trudged through the dense undergrowth. Bellamy's voice, sharp and cutting, sliced through the otherwise oppressive silence.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart." His words halted the group in their tracks, prompting a momentary pause in the relentless pursuit. Wells attempted to interject, his voice a soft plea for reason, "We have to find him, Bellamy,” but Murphy's abrupt intrusion blocked his path.

"We heard him scream when they moved him. We have to find him now." You voiced, restraining yourself from punching Bellamy in the face.

The exchange between you and Clarke, a tense back-and-forth of explanations and rebuttals, seemed destined to continue until Bellamy interrupted, his tone brusque and impatient. "As soon as you take those wristbands off, we can go."

“Over my dead body, Blake,” you huffed, finding his insistence infuriating. Bellamy was quick to put on a self-satisfied expression at your remark. Suddenly, Finn materialized out of the shadows, his unexpected presence bringing an abrupt halt to the argument.

"Clarke's right. We need to keep moving. We're not leaving anyone behind."

Clarke spared you one last glance, mouthing a simple ‘sorry’ before walking away with Finn taking the lead of the group. Once they dispersed, you found yourself beside Wells, Bellamy, and Murphy not far behind. Seeking solace in conversation, you struck up a dialogue with him, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy. Every step felt heavy, the worry for Jasper gnawing at your insides.

The sound of a low groan reverberated through the trees, causing both you and Clarke to snap into action. Without a second thought, you both bolted towards the source of the noise. pushing through tangled foliage and dodging gnarled roots. You finally stumbled upon Jasper, his figure slumped against a rock.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, “Jasper!” you screamed, looking over his battered and bloodied form. Jasper's wounds were covered, a makeshift bandage hastily applied by unknown hands. Jasper groaned aloud once more, relief flooded through you at the realization that he was alive.

Before you could reach him, the ground beneath your feet gave way, the earth crumbling beneath you in a sudden collapse. Clarke's scream pierced the air as she watched you disappear into the darkness below.

She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear, before collapsing to the ground herself. The rest of the group rushed to her side, their shouts of concern blending with the chaos of the moment.

In the midst of the commotion, Bellamy's strong grip closed around your arm, your heart leaped into your throat, you locked eyes with Bellamy just as you were about to plummet into the unknown depths below.

For a fleeting moment, there was something indecipherable in his expression, a hint of uncertainty perhaps, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Before you could dwell on it further, you realized his attention was drawn to the wristband on your arm, and Bellamy's gaze flickered down to it for just a moment. Anger flared within you at the implication, and you snapped, "Let go, Bellamy!"

He hesitated, his grip on your arm tightening as if contemplating his next move. Panic overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of the pit, "I know you want to let go, Bellamy. Just do it already!" you snapped.

Bellamy's expression remained inscrutable, his gaze flickering briefly to your wristband before meeting yours again. Then, as if coming to a decision, he released you, allowing you to slip further into the spiked pit below.

Just as you were about to plummet into the abyss, Murphy's strong hand closed around your arm. The rest of the group rushed to your aid, their shouts of concern mingling with the chaos of the moment as they worked together to pull you back to safety.

With a collective effort, they hoisted you up from the brink, your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed onto solid ground once more. Relief washed over you in a dizzying wave, but as you shot a glare at Bellamy, his gaze still lingering on you with an intensity you couldn't quite decipher.

---

Murphy and Finn rushed forward to help Jasper, you stayed back, still trying to steady your breathing after the near fall. The others scrambled to their feet, scanning the forest for any signs of danger. your eyes landed on Bellamy's gun lying on the ground nearby.

Before you could think twice, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. Your gaze shot back to the source of the sound just in time to see a sleek panther emerge from the brush, its predatory eyes fixed on Bellamy.

“Bellamy!” Clarke shouted. “Get the gun now!”

Bellamy reached in his waistband, feeling around for his gun coming up short. A look of confusion passed over his face as the panther crept closer to him. For a split second, you hesitated, your anger and resentment towards Bellamy flashing through your mind. ‘he doesn’t deserve to live.’  You thought. But against your better judgment, you lunged forward, grabbing the gun and aiming at the panther.

You fired off a shot, the sound echoing through the forest as the bullet found its mark. The panther let out a fierce roar before getting ready to strike again. You straightened your aim, stepping closer before firing another round. The panther collapsing to the ground with a loud, its threat neutralized.

Breathless and shaken, Bellamy turned to face you with an eyebrow raised. "Guess I owe you one," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.

---

“They're back!”

The gates of the camp swung open, allowing everyone to stream back through the camp, you found yourself lingering behind, lost in the tumult of your own thoughts. Memories of your mother, her accusing words, and the weight of her disappointment flooded your mind.

You recalled the countless times she had blamed you for her circumstances, her voice echoing in your head like a haunting refrain. The sharp sting of her words, the relentless yelling, and the coldness in her eyes all played vividly in your memory.

"You coming?" Bellamy's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to the present.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away. "Yeah, I'll catch up," you replied tersely, your tone betraying the turmoil within. Your legs guided you without a second though, taking your place on a log settled by the fire, surrounded by the other delinquents. You let the warmth of the flames ease the tension in your shoulders.

Harper and Miller's banter provided a welcome distraction, their jokes and laughter cutting through the heavy atmosphere that hung over the camp. You found yourself drawn into their playful exchange, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you listened to their witty repartee.

"So, did you hear about the guy who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!" Harper said, laughing to herself while Miller poked the fire next to you.

"Oh man, that's almost as bad as your last joke!" Miller responded, shaking his head at her bad attempts at jokes.

You chuckled along with them, appreciating the light-hearted moment amidst the chaos of your situation. You caught yourself watching Bellamy, your eyes hazily looking over at the line forming in front of him.

"Next!" Bellamy shouted, while Murphy continued to break off the wristbands of each delinquent in line. You watched as he worked efficiently, his movements brisk and purposeful as he conducted his trade.

"Food for wristbands. One at a time, let's keep it moving."

Despite your lingering resentment towards him, you couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness and determination to provide for the group.

But when Bellamy's gaze briefly met yours, you couldn't bring yourself to accept his offer of food, instead choosing to remain seated by the fire, surrounded by the company of your fellow delinquents.

Every now and then, a knowing glint danced in your eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the secret you held close. While Bellamy spoke with confidence, there was a hint of unease in his demeanor, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed his facade of bravado.

It was clear to you that he didn't realize you were privy to his secret, the truth behind his presence on the dropship, the lengths he went to in order to secure his spot among the delinquents.

[cozy-writer]

Getting caught

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Y/N

Wordcount: 2.5k

Summary: Bellamy was the guard that got you caught on the Ark. You meet again on earth.

Masterlist

The dropship rattled and groaned as it made its descent down to earth. You were strapped in tight, but that didn’t take away from how scared you were. You had grabbed the hand of the nearest person to you, which happened to be Monroe. A girl who, alongside yourself, was also locked up in the skybox. You screamed loudly as the dropship gave another shudder, before finally coming to a halt on the hard ground beneath it. 

You breathed out a shaky breath and unclenched your fist from around Monroe’s hand.

“Sorry.” You muttered at her. 

“T’is fine.” She responded. After your heart rate had gotten back to an acceptable rhythm, you started working on releasing the seatbelt. 

You heard comotion on the floor below yours and as soon as you unbuckled yourself you made your way towards the ladder. You jumped down the last couple of steps and turned around. You were faced with the beauty of earth. The greenery, the small, it all almost became too much for you. How was this possible? How were they breathing in this air and not dying? 

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You mumbled as you noticed the one person you never wanted to see again. “Well, if it isn’t Bellamy Blake.” You said loudly so he would hear. The guy in question looked around for the face that belonged to the voice. His eyes finally met yours as you stepped out into your new world. Others were now also facing you to see what was going on. 

“You got me caught.” You said. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You got yourself caught. I was just the one who brought you in.” He said smugly. 

“That’s not something to be proud of around here.” You motioned to the other delinquents. 

“I’m on your side.” He said as he noticed the increasingly angry faces around him. 

“Maybe down here, but not up there.” You pointed to the ark still high in the sky. “And I don’t see how that makes a difference. You still sided with the guards that threw us in the skybox.” 

“All I care about is Octavia, okay?” 

“Octavia? Who the fuck is Octavia?” You asked confused.

“My sister.” He said. Multiple shocked gasps were heard. 

“You have a…sister?” You asked confused. 

“How is that possible?” Someone asked from behind you. 

“He’s talking about me.” A girl with long brown hair said. “I’m Octavia.” You looked between the two of them, shock written all over your face. 

“You’re the girl they found under the floor.” You said with awe. 

“That’s me.” She said awkwardly. 

The next couple of days you stayed clear of him, not wanting to see his face. His betrayal hurt you deeply. However today you couldn’t avoid him and you bumped into him on your way to guard duty. 

“Y/N.” He said, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Bellamy.” You responded. He looked at you for a second, before pulling on your arm and dragging you to a secluded spot. You had to admit, this shaggy hair looked better on him then his slicked back hair ever did. 

“What do you want?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“I only took the job to keep O safe.” Bellamy explained. 

“So?” Bellamy looked uncomfortable for a second.

“So, I never intended to get you caught.” 

“Then why did you?” You asked, now getting angry. “Why couldn’t you just let me go?” 

“Because Shumway had seen the footage, there was no getting around it. If I didn’t do it, I would have lost my job and someone else would have caught you.” You looked at the ground, figuring out what to say, but all you managed to say was, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” And with that you turned around and walked back to your job. You weren’t okay with it, but you also saw that he didn’t have a choice. 

“Hey!” He said before you were out of earshot. You turned back around to face him. “I wouldn’t have done anything different if I could do it over again.”

“So you’re not even sorry you got me caught?” Your temper flaring again. 

“No,” He said, rubbing a hand over his forehead, “I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.” He said sheepishly. 

A slight blush rose to your cheeks. Was he flirting with you? You quickly rolled your eyes at him and made your way back to guard duty. You guys had bigger things to take care of. 

When the grounders attacked two weeks later you’re still recovering from the sickness that ravaged the camp as are most of the delinquents. You ran towards the gun cache and armed yourself with a rifle, but you felt yourself shake as you spotted the many grounders now encircling your camp. You aimed your rifle at one of the grounders trying to claw its way in and after taking a big breath you pulled the trigger. The grounder fell motionless to the floor. It shook you to your core, knowing you just killed someone. Knowing it probably won’t be the last time. 

All of a sudden you were thrown to the ground. A big grounder stradling you, using his hands to cut off your airflow. You struggled. You grabbed at the ground beside you, trying to grasp the gun that had flown away after his tackle. Trying to grasp anything to help you escape. You started to see black dots in your vision. Your heart beating rapidly in your ears. You were going to die. This was it. You clawed at his hands, trying to squeeze your fingers between his to relieve the pressure on your throat, but nothing seemed to work. 

When your eyesight fully disappeared you felt a calm come over you. Maybe dying wasn’t so bad after all. But before you could think about it anymore, the pressure lifted and you took in a big painful breath, clutching at your throat. You scrambled backwards from where you were laying, trying to get as much ground between you and the grounder. You coughed loudly, trying to clear your airway. You rapidly opened and closed your eyes to get your sight back. 

Once you could see again you looked for the grounder who had attacked you. The grounder lay unmoving in the grass, blood pouring from a wound on his head. You looked up and noticed Bellamy standing over him with a blood covered rock in his hands. 

“Are you okay?” He asked husky. You nodded at him, not trusting your voice. You rubbed at the skin over your throat, probably red and purple from the fight. 

“Good.” Bellamy said. He held out a hand for you to grab and you did. You stood shaky on your legs for a second, but found your balance eventually. 

“We gotta go.” 

“Okay. Where?” You croaked. Bellamy looked around the clearing. 

“Bellamy. This way!” Finn yelled from around the camp. He motioned for you to follow through a tunnel you all built just in case of an attack like this. Bellamy pushed you forward with his hand on your lower back, keeping you steady as you trip over a log. 

You run until you can’t breathe anymore. Doubling over to get as much air in your lungs as possible. It still hurt from your previous attack, your throat dry and scratchy. 

“Let me get a look at that.” Bellamy said. He got closer and waited for your reaction. You nodded and he used his hand to push your chin up so he could have a better look at your neck. His fingers raked over your throat, his touch making you shiver. 

“You should cool the area. Try to fight off the swelling.”

“How do we do that?” Finn asked, looking concerned for you. 

“We use a piece of cloth and soak it in water. It’s the best we can do.” Bellamy explained. 

He tore a strip of his shirt and dunked it in the nearby river.  Then he walked over to you. 

“Sit.” He said, placing the cloth over your throat as you listened to his order. You leaned your head back so the material would stay on your neck. The coolness of the fabric immediately soothing the skin. 

"Oh, that's nice.” You moaned, your hand reaching up to touch the cloth covered skin. 

“We need to find a place to sleep.” Finn said. Bellamy nodded at him and looked around.

“We need to find the others.” You murmured. 

“Tomorrow.” Bellamy agreed. “Tomorrow we will go back. For now, we need sleep and time to heal.” 

The guys looked for twigs and started a small fire. You had nothing to eat, but you weren’t even sure if your throat could handle it anyway. As night fell you lay down on the cold and hard ground. Bellamy sat on a log, poking a stick into the fire every so often. He looked over at you and smiled.

“Sleep. I’ll watch over you.” And as scared of him you were up in the Ark, you felt as safe down here. You noticed that Finn had also already laid down and you wondered if Bellamy was going to take watch all night or if you should offer to switch half way through. But before you could even form the words your eyes had already closed and your mind was taken over by a heavy fog. 

The following day you woke up to the sun rising above the threes. Dew covered the forest around you. You looked around, noticing only Finn hanging around your campfire. 

“Where’s Bellamy?” 

“Here.” He said, stepping out of the trees, “Just getting us some berries for breakfast.” He said after he popped on in his mouth. He handed you a handful and the rest he gave to Finn. 

“How’s your throat feeling?” You took one of the berries and started chewing on it, trying to smush it as much as possible, knowing it would go down rough. Finally you swallowed and flinched in pain when the berry went down. 

“Could be better.” 

“We should get to camp. Clarke could look at it for you. Maybe she has another idea.” You tried another berry, but as it hurt just as much as the first one, you handed the leftover ones to Finn who was wolfing them down as if he hadn’t eaten in days. 

“Yeah, let’s go. No use in hanging around.” You said. Bellamy gave you a hand, helping you up. 

“Do you think the grounders are still there?” Finn wondered aloud. 

“We were strong. I’m sure we survived the fight. They must have at least retreated once they knew they weren’t going to win.” Bellamy assured. 

Your trek back to camp was long, your body tired, your neck sore. But what you saw as you entered the camp froze you to your spot. The ground was littered with burned bodies. And you couldn’t tell whether they were friendly or foe. 

“Holy shit. Raven must have been able to fire the rockets, burn them fuckers alive.” Finn said, impressed. 

“Let’s just hope none of our people were involved.” You interjected. You slowly made your way through the field of bodies to the dropship. You grabbed the flap that was hanging from the ceiling and pushed it aside. Immediately you stepped backwards as a gun was trained on you. 

“Raven!” You said surprised. 

“Y/N! Thank god, I thought you were one of them.” You noticed she looked terrible. Her skin clammy and she was shivering. 

“What happened to you?” 

“I got shot.” 

“Shot?” You furrowed your brows at her. “That means it was one of us who’s done this.” Raven only nodded, not giving you a name. Both Bellamy and Finn walked in behind you. Finn ran up to Raven, who was writhing on the ground in pain. 

“Where are the others?” Bellamy asked as he looked around the dropship. 

“They’ve been taken.” 

“Taken? By who?” He asked again. 

“I don’t know. They used this gas to make us pass out. I must not have made the cut.” Raven said as Finn helped her sit up. 

“Whoever is in there, show yourself.” A male voice yelled from outside. All four of you turned to the entrance. Bellamy grabbed Raven’s gun and slowly walked out the dropship. You could hear muffled talking from outside. You decided to go investigate on your own, making your way towards Bellamy. 

“Councilman Kane.” You said softly, not sure if you were seeing things right. Last you knew all the Arkers were still up in the sky. 

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. We’ve made it to earth.” He knew who you were from your sentencing. 

“Are you okay?” Abby Griffin asked as she looked at your neck. You remembered her from your visit to the hospital wing a couple months back. 

“I will be.” 

“Have you seen Clarke?” She asked hopeful. 

“Not since last night. Raven said they were taken. Speaking of Raven, she needs medical attention.” You said, motioning for her to follow you inside the dropship. Abby immediately went to work. 

You had made your way back outside again, standing next to Bellamy, having a conversation with Kane. 

“Do you have a camp?” you asked full of hope. 

“We do.” Kane nodded at you. “We’re gonna get you back safe and then start looking for your friends.” You and Bellamy shared a look. You didn’t know if you could trust Kane. He was one of the people that had decided the 100 were dispensable. 

Kane made his way into the dropship, wanting to get a look at Raven himself. You and Bellamy stayed outside. Bellamy raked a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. You snaked your fingers in between his hand and squeezed once, letting him know you were there for him. He turned to face you. 

“I should have been here.” 

“You did good, Bellamy. Without you I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” 

“I should be with the others. Wherever they are.” 

“We will find them and bring them home.” 

“How?”

“We will find a way.” He was looking away from you and you used your other hand to make him face you. “You did good.” He looked so broken and your heart shattered for him. He had taken his leadership hard, promising to keep them all safe. And now here he was in a field surrounded with burned bodies not knowing if his friends were safe. 

“Hey.” You said, grabbing both sides of his face so he was looking you in the eye. “Stop being so hard on yourself.” Bellamy’s eyes switched between looking at your eyes and lips. You wet your lips and before you knew it, the two of you were kissing. His lips rough against yours. One of your arms wrapped around his neck, the other still on his cheek. Bellamy’s arms engulfed your body, pulling you even closer. 

Thinking about it now, you wouldn’t change getting caught either. Otherwise you wouldn’t have met Bellamy Blake. And that would have been a shame.

[gayforoctaviablake]

Not gonna lie, I'd take the chip to the city of light in a fkin heartbeat.

"how's your arthritis"

Gone bitch

"hey how do you feel about (insert person who led me on for 3 YEARS)"

Blissfully, WHO?

[s1ater]

death era.

part eight of n/a.

ricky rocks. flash back episode !!!

“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”

she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.

“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”

“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”

murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.

it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.

“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”

“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.

“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”

“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”

“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.

wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.

“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”

“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”

“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”

“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”

“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”

he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.

the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.

“that’s what i thought, string bean.”

this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.

although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.

“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”

she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.

echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.

no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.

“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”

echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.

“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”

**

it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.

“why would i trust you?”

“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.

it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.

before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.

“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”

“and i don’t?”

“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”

“murphy, i’ll kill you.”

“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”

“i wouldn’t be against it.”

civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.

“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”

it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.

so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.

bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”

“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”

they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”

bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”

“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.

“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”

“good thing i’m in charge then.”

they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.

“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.

“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”

“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”

**

the hallways were eerily empty.

echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.

she didn’t like it one bit.

moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.

“this doesn’t feel right.”

“what, you scared?”

murphy doesn’t reply.

“maybe they just all left.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.

bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.

the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.

“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”

he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.

“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.

monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.

“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”

“what clued you on to that?”

“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.

“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.

“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”

“how much longer?”

“say, 7 minutes.”

“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”

“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“

“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”

“bellamy, you can’t just-“

he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.

these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.

he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.

“don’t move.”

there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.

“who are you? why’re you here?”

bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”

a girl.

he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”

“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”

he recognized this girl.

“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”

“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”

“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.

her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”

“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”

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[therealmak]

🌎𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗣𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧🖤

ACT I

ODESSA'S BIOGRAPHY

AESTHETIC, PLAYLIST, & WARNINGS

CHAPTER 1

WATTPAD LINK

Tags: @witchygagirl @xnix07 @katspersonalhq

[lettyfanfics]

The 100

Masterlist Principal

Bellamy Blake

Mentes em paralelo

Bela caçada (Smut)

[melwsnt]

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒⋆𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄

book 1 summary.

Everything happens for a reason, right? Getting sent away by your own family, losing the people you love, going out of your mind because an asshole decided he was a leader? And being on the verge of dying about a thousand times...Maybe it was really happening this time. And I was okay with it. I’d lived and loved enough.

a/n hi! This is the first chapter of my WOH fic! It’ll all be posted on my Wattpad/corneliasteetss and they’ll always be updated at the same time! Never posted an actual fic on here so not sure how it’ll work but if it’s easier pls go to my Wattpad! And don’t be a ghost reader <3

This is the aesthetic for LEVI KANE AND BELLAMY <3

CHAPTER ONE.

The irony that I thought ,maybe one day, I'd be free. Maybe one day they would all wake up and tell themselves ' her crime wasn't that bad. Let's just let her out with a warning.' That was all extremely stupid, and naive.

It was a bit funny, though. I stood there, counting the days, counting the hours, the minutes before they would eventually come to my cell and take me away. I knew it was coming. I just didn't think they would make me wait, three whole months after my birthday passed.

Three months of wondering if they'd forgotten about me, or if this was some sort of sick torture, a plan to make me lose my mind. A plan to maybe, make me realize how horrible of a human being I was. How messed up and sick what I'd done had been. How many lives I had ruined. Including my own. And my family’s.

Or maybe, just maybe I'd counted wrong. Maybe I was the one who was early, maybe it was all a scheme. Perhaps I'd actually already lost my mind, or my math was off. It was a better option- to think that I was the one who'd gotten it all wrong instead of them torturing me and making me wait for my death- a bit longer.

I jerked out of bed when I heard the door unlock.

It was finally time for me to meet my end.

Because all good things must come to an end, right?

Though, I'm not sure if you could call my life 'good' but I guess it was good enough for me not to end it before tonight.

I'd killed someone. And yet the only thing I seemed to care about was my own ending. Would it hurt? How much pain would I feel? Would it be more painful than what she felt when I took her life?

Probably not. Her death was pretty gnarly. Plus- she did bleed out for a while. So I definitely was gonna have it better. Not what I deserved- for sure. But at least I wouldn't be a waste of oxygen, anymore. I'd taken enough already.

My cell was dark. For the past week, the light made me feel like I was going to die, soon. It hurt, too much. So, because I was the daughter of two powerful people, I asked the guards to ask the council if I could have my own light system. If I could, perhaps be the one to control it. That's the only request they took seriously. Whenever I'd ask the guards why I was still alive, they would stare. Just stare- and then look away when my eye contact was too hard on them. I think- most of them were scared of me. Not that I blame them, even the other criminals I was stuck with were.

Some acted tough but I could see in their eyes whenever we were in earth skills, that they hated that i was around. I wasn't near the worst criminal stuck in the skybox. But still- they were more scared of a girl who defended the people she loved than actual murderers, rapists, and such. It was ridiculous, really.

It took a while, getting used to the stares.

Not everyone hated me. I still had a couple of friends left in lockup. But because the others hated me so much, it reflected on them too. All of my burden, my mistakes, not that I regretted that one- all of what I thought were my darkest secrets. It's like they were targets too. And I hated every bit of it.

They made it look easy though- being friends with me. It felt good, knowing some people still cared about me. I certainly didn't have my parents anymore- I'd lost too many people I cared about already. And I was soon going to lose myself too. I just didn't know when. I couldn't understand why they were cruel to me. My own parents- my own family i cherished and looked up too so much growing up. My mother- an example I wanted to follow so badly. Didn't seem to give a damn- I'd done this all for them. And yet they never once thanked me. They both knew the truth. If it wasn't for me, they'd be dead. But no thank you, no visit, and now- no explanation as to why I was still alive.

It was like rolling thunder in my head. One second, I was laying in bed staring at the ceiling, the other my cell was opened, and a dark figure stood at the entrance of it. I could tell who it was from the outlines. I'd spent my entire life trying to be who he wanted me to be. Trying to satisfy him- though I guess it wasn't good enough. It never was.

Then- the light turned on. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust but, it really was him. My father.

He wasn't alone anymore. Two guards stood by his side.

I threw my legs over the bed, and got down. My eyes were still hurting- and so was my heart. He was older. He looked tired. But he still had that determined look on his face. God I hated that look.

'Prisoner 128, up against the wall.' The first guard ordered, his hand on his weapon, his other hand ready to grab me.

'Is this is? You finally had the guts to do it?' I said out loud, directed to my father. I couldn't see him- but I could still imagine his stoic face.

'Your right arm, please.' The second guard ask, he was more gentle, I could tell he was new. He wasn't used to this.

'So what? Lethal dose? You don't even have the guts to float me?' I was now facing him, I wasn't going to fight. I don't think I had any fight left in me, I'd done enough of it.

'Finish this, then leave us, please.' My father ordered the two men.

They both nodded. The mean one held my left arm with such force I knew I'd have a bruise. Then again I wouldn't have a chance to see or feel it because I'd be dead soon.

The new guy held my right one as he strapped a wristband on me.

The needles stung more than I could've imagined. I was so confused.

I looked at him with that same look of confusion I was feeling. No lethal dose- a wristband- but after seeing many executions as a teenager- I knew that wasn't a thing they did when they were about to float someone.

'Did I ever tell you why we called you Levi?' He took a seat at the edge of my bed.

'You don't see me for 3 years and that's the first thing you wanna talk about? Seriously?'

'We thought you were going to be a boy. Abby was convinced you were. So was your mother. We were so happy. I'd always wanted a little boy, so I didn't mind.' He hadn't finished but I interrupted him.

'So you came here to tell me that you're disappointed you got a girl?' I raised my eyebrows at him, my arms crossed over my chest.

'I wasn't finished. Point is- when you arrived and we learned you were a girl- everything changed. We had your name picked out, your clothes, your nursery. Your mom hated that name for you. But since we hadn't picked another one, you were stuck with Levi. And we quickly got used to it.’

'I'm so confused right now.'

'I know. I guess I'm buying myself some more time with you.' He finally looked up at me after his eyes were on the ground the entire time.

'Because you're floating me? Say so if you don't want to. Nobody's forcing you. You're on the damn council, you know you can plead my case.'

'It's not that easy, Levi. You're also not being floated.' He didn't look so determined anymore. He looked more sad than anything.

'What are you even talking about? You make me wait three whole months, then come inhere, talk about my name, put a wristband on me, without so much as an explanation, and then tell me I'm not dying today? What is going on, dad?'

I hadn't said that word in awhile. It felt foreign.

'You and 99 other delinquents are being sent to the ground. You get to live, Vi. You get to live, and we get to save oxygen. It's a win- win situation.'

My jaw was hanging low. My mouth wide open, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I think I was more shocked about the win-win part than the going to the ground part. He was actually serious.

'Okay. Let me rewind. You're sending us down - probably because we're expandable- so you can save oxygen? Not even a year ago we were told we needed at least another century before it was even breathable, and now you're sending us without even knowing if we're going to survive the drop? This is ridiculous! I can't believe you!'

I was now pacing around the small cell. My arms still around my torso. I was pretty much ready for death. But that was messing with the plan I’d made in my head. I was supposed to be floated. It was going to be a quick death.

'Please stop pacing and look at me.' He stood up, making me stop in my tracks, his hands now on both of my shoulders.

'If there's anyone who can survive this, it's you, Vi. And you know it. I'm trusting you. They won't have a clue what to do, how to lead, down there. Not only will you survive the drop, but you'll survive period. And you'll help them too. I have complete faith in you. I wouldn't send you down if I didn't think you had a chance to make it.'

My eyes were filled with tears now. I hadn't even noticed until he became just a blurry figure in front of me.

It's not like I had a choice anyway. I'd done so much for him, I'd sacrificed my life and my freedom. I would do it again- if it meant saving them both. So I wasn't going to fight this. I was going to do what he was telling me to do. Because after all I was still my father's daughter no matter how mad at him I was- I'd be forever. He just mattered too much for me to disappoint him, again.

If he needed me to do this one last thing for him- for our people. Then I would. Gladly.

'Am I ever gonna see you again?' I asked, taking deep breaths in and out to calm myself down from the anxiety that was creeping up.

'Soon, sweetheart. Your mom and I are proud, I promise you this. We'll come once we know it's safe, and then we can start over.'

'What if it's not safe?' I asked about the one thing that was bothering me.

He just stared at me. He didn't know- he probably hadn't even considered that option because it meant considering I’d die, because of him.

'We'll figure it out, alright? I'm sure it'll be fine. You gotta have hope, Levi. We all do.'

'Hope. Okay. Do- is mom here? Why isn't she here with you?'

I hadn't been close to my mother in years. My dad loved his job. But my mother worshipped it. I had more father-daughter days than mother-daughter. That was pretty sad.

'She's not here- I'm sorry. But she loves you.'

The tears were still falling. But before I could answer- or even have a chance to be mad, my dad was hugging me, as I felt him slip something in the pocket of my jacket, and the next thing I knew- I was falling into darkness. I was asleep.

Off to earth I was.

[asidian]

DBDA Meta Commentary Roundup

Okay, I'm getting tired of scrolling back to find my own posts, so it's time for a roundup post for my DBDA meta commentary.

Meta Commentary:

Why you should watch Dead Boy Detectives

Charles is a people pleaser

A very large snake as a reference to hell

The same lantern

Edwin knows the Misery Wraiths a bit too well

Why Charles is upset by more than just jealousy re: Monty

The white kimono

How Crystal and Charles' character arcs intersect to make an absolute trash fire

You can talk to me about anything

Edwin's hidden kindness as Charles dies

Edwin's hangups re: emotion and how it ties into his time in hell

The silliest Clue edition

The Cat King's design changes when he starts a new life

Counting cats

Where is the Doll House

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Esther has the cops in her pocket

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The ship of all time

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Edwin can knit

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Murder night movie time

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Charles is so very brave for walking into hell

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Mick is great

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Tragic Mick's shop

Niko's room

Cameos:

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Red

Blue

Pink

Green

Green (alt)

Purple

Orange

Brown

Black

White

[naffeclipse]

Swamp Swim

Reader x Cryptid!Monty

Commission Info

This was requested by the darling @catbeastaisha who wanted a little continuation of my Cryptid Monty fic! Here the reader returns for a little swim with our favorite marsh monster, and he's eager to take them into the water! Enjoy!

Content warning for suggestive themes.

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You never imagined you would find yourself back at the marsh with a swimming suit hidden under your clothes and a bathing towel draped over your arm. The heat, however, is unbearable. It clings to your skin like sweat and each breath you take is thick and clogging, unrelenting thick with summer. 

A swim is exactly what you need, even in the darkness that cloaks you like a highschool student sneaking out past curfew. The nervous, excited energy that buzzes through you is too giddy. You square your shoulders and march along a boardwalk, seeking the one you know to be waiting. He invited you for a midnight swim, after all.

The darkness of the swamp clings heavily under spanish moss stuck to trees like gossamer and the night sky is glowing with a full moon. The silver beams touch upon the surface of the marshy water. A little cricket frog hops away from the water’s edge as you pass it by.

You enjoy the comfort of the isolation and the beauty of the swamp too much to be afraid of anything lurking within it. The boardwalk creeks slightly, rippling the water below when dirt or dust or bugs fall off from underneath it. Besides, you know who lurks here, and you have nothing to fear.

Deep into the marsh, after trekking for a good half mile to ensure privacy, even in the dead of night, you arrive at a little outcropping of ground. The boardwalk disappears and reappears further down the dirt path. The solid ground is still slightly damp but free of muck and sticky green water.

You’ve never swam in a marsh before. It is enough to simply gaze over the stillness and listen to a bullfrog grunt or spy a shy turtle basking in the sunlight. Occasionally, bowfin slap the surface and continue on by. The green water never truly tempted you into its ripples until Monty coaxed you into accepting such a new experience. 

The water is sleek and dark. You peer around you, and whisper out into the pale moonlight, “Monty?”

The quiet is interrupted with a quiet slosh of water. Goosebumps rise over your flesh before finding the thick, stout creature rising from the marshy lagoon is not, in fact, an alligator, but a hulking demonic cryptid grinning with a long jaw full of razor-sharp teeth.

“You made it, shug,” he croons.

You smile. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” A mosquito buzzes close to you and you slap it away. “Well, maybe for some bug spray.”

He chuckles deep in his chest and it rumbles into the air. You enjoy his laughter, holding a crocodilian like hiss, but it still roars.

“You won’t have to worry about those once we hit the water,” he rumbles, reclining on the edge of the marsh with his thick arms pushing up his upper half, like an enticing siren if the siren happened to be a wickedly powerful and burly monster. 

You hope so, and turn around to begin shedding your clothing. Your car keys drop to the ground upon your shoes and you reach for the bottom of your shirt, only stopping at the searing gaze you feel upon your back.

Looking over your shoulder, Monty’s glowing eyes, red with pale rings for irises, gaze with a slack-jaw effect to his mouth. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t so determined to be severe.

“Monty, do you mind?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Not at all, Junebug.” He grins wickedly, his thick, scaly tail splashing the water behind him from the vigor of its wagging.

“Turn around.” You lift a hand to twirl a finger for emphasis.

He chortles though there’s no true disappointment in his tone as he slips down the bank and turns, facing the moon hanging high in the sky. His clawed hands come to rest behind his head, supporting it in the manner of one star-gazing. 

“Take your time, shug. I ain’t going anywhere.”

You do not take your time. There’s a flutter in your heart that you wish you could stuff down into a jar and forever contain. Stripping away your outer garments, you’re left in a simple, modest swimsuit, and you wiggle your bare toes for a moment against the damp and lush green ground. Insects chirr thickly in the darkness. The one great thing about the water is that the cypresses don’t crowd it so much, and the onyx shadows are chased away by a stunning, milky full moon.

“Ready,” you announce, your voice steady despite the little wings within you, flitting with anticipation. 

Monty turns back around, shifting over the ground before grinning up at you.

“You know how to swim?” he asks, offering his hand.

“Yes.” You’ve been swimming in creeks and lakes since you were a toddler, but your excitement towards the water is not due to inability. 

Setting your hand into his ridiculous large palm, you move towards the edge of the marsh.

“I’ve taught a kid or two to swim,” he says, drawing you gently down the bank. He wades backwards into the water, his eyes entirely upon you. His thick claws wrap gingerly around your wrist in a gentlemanly escort. “They love the water, splashing in it, getting muddy. They just eat it up.”

You snort laughter. “How long do you usually stay around children?”

The first step into the marsh is thick and goopy between your toes. You shudder at the sensation but refuse to allow it to stop you, and continue until the water climbs up to your waist. It’s warm and soupy, and you wonder if anything would bite your ankle or attach to your flesh like a leech. Another shudder takes over you.

“It depends, especially on the kid,” Monty’s voice is deep and affectionate with memory. “I could stick around for days, weeks, sometimes months until I see to it that they’re safe.” 

Monty’s red and wild hair, wet but still spike-like in the silvery glow of midnight, drips slightly as he lowers himself to the water. It reminds you of algae tugged along by a stream. Dipping down, the cryptid floats onto his back with a loud splash. He grins up at you at the disruption. You almost cross arms, feeling a spark of indignation at his devil-may-care attitude but all thoughts within you vanish when his claws carefully hook your waist and plop you into a straddle on his solid middle.

A fierce heat overtakes, first with fury that he would so casually man-handle you, then a different, warming pink blush that bleeds into your cheeks. You lean on the hope that the low light hides your expression, but the hungry swipe of Monty’s tongue gives you little reassurance. 

“Don’t you look pretty,” he drawls. 

“Is this your idea of swimming?” you demand, the heat fading behind your words as you utter them. 

“Sure. You get your own personal boat to ferry you on through the dangerous marsh.” His teeth catch on the moonlight, gleaming wickedly until you must control the urge to snap something between your hands. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“Watch it, Monty,” you warn, “I’ll still take you in a fight.”

He is wise enough to not laugh, but he does look at you like you’re the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

You look over his head to see how truly expansive the swamp becomes. The boardwalk circles the water and marshy lands for miles, but you’ve never truly been in the center. His tail gives a flick, propelling you both in a lazy drift through the green water. Bugs sound closer but they never venture close enough to become an irritate—is that because of Monty? You suppose animals could sense his unearthly presence, even mosquitos.

“How do you know where we’re going?” you ask quietly.

Monty’s hand caresses your sides thoughtfully. He hums, and you feel the great vibrations through your arms as you lay them upon his chest. The thick dermal of his body is almost like armor.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Monty chortles, “Ain’t nothing going to get you while I’m here.”

You roll your eyes and lightly slap his chest. It hurts your fingers slightly to wack his scaly hide. 

“I’m worried about you running into a tree.”

“I ain’t done that before!” His protest is fierce and arrogant, which makes you believe that he has, in fact, done that. 

You snort again. “Sure, Monty.”

His long mouth pulls back into a snarl, exposing even more of the wicked fangs held within, and you catch a dark and sinuous tongue.

“Listen here, shug,” he starts

You set your elbows on his chin and become attentive, tilting your head in exaggeration and batting your eyelashes until he grumbles a pouting, unbecoming thing.

“Ugh,” he groans, “Humans.”

“Marsh monsters,” you counter, then laugh.

His eyes soften but he still turns his head away. Swimming you deeper into the marsh, you lean lower and start to map out the yellow dermal and the thicker, harder green that covers the rest of his body. There are a few strips of purple coloring him, but those line his shoulders. 

He settles, and if he forgives you, he shows it with a gentle sweep of his tail while the water trails softly past you both. You slowly recline until your cheek is pressed to where his heart might be. You don’t hear a heavy drum within him, but you feel warmth and safety all the same when his arms wrap around your lower back, and his claws carefully trace your spine up to the nape of your neck. 

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i love you fics that have other members of the agency offer Monty their own family names to help him remove his association with Esther. "Monty Green," "Monty Sasaki" what if i cried

(apologies for turning a sweet thing silly, but i can imagine a scenario where Crystal is (lovingly) annoyed by being teased for her elaborate surname and asks Monty to take it so she's not the only one xvsbbdnxnsnskksjdhsn)

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I'm just gonna post some unfinished art here, I was gonna do some Halloween art but it's kind of late, so here was some costume ideas I was doing!

Some more drawings under the cut

I was editing the cardboard cutout first to brainstorm, and I didn't finish Freddy's but! I always imagined the Fazbear company would go with simple designs since they're safe.

So Freddy is of course a vampire, its one of the most iconic Halloween costumes for their main mascot. Then Roxy I made a werewolf, she's got the jean shorts and the flannel crop, and is just more fluffier. Monty is a zombie because the company is lazy and he's already green! Just slap some cartoony brain stickers on him and change a few article of clothing. Then Chica is a candy witch, still pink and cute but she's got the Cupcake with her costume now. Plus the candy corn earrings are cute to me.

Another thing I wanted to do, that I still want to do is a Halloween countdown that I'll probably save for next year! Here's two of them, while the others were Monty and the kids watching a horror movie in the Daycare theater, then Chica handing out candy.

Then these were gonna be for Halloween day, but UH it's too late now. Still like the idea though, so another year!

[phoenixcatch7]

Random security breach headcanons/ideas because I've been briefly but violently sucked in:

Sun and moon are the same person, but the infection code created a fracture/barrier, potentially taking the form of a firewall that one or both erected to try and contain the infection to 'just' moon.

Mimic said it'd been down there for 'ages' which couldn't have been longer than the pizza plex, considering the scooper and the rubble of the og location. I imagine it arrived following the scent of all the remnant being used and got trapped, probably by vanny given her initial origin as some sort of cyber security/web developer.

Leading into that, if the mimic tried to break in during/after construction, it would have been really cool if moon spotted and fought it, maybe even leading to whatever either infected moon or lost the DA the power core upgrade. Possibly damaged it!

I theorise that the power core/upgrade worked by absorbing the remnant that the children of the daycare generated. It doesn't have to be negative emotion, and it doesn't have to be killed for! That's much more powerful, yes, but it's not the only way, and it could have been how sun and moon were able to work around the clock without issue where the others couldn't.

And either it was being repaired or replaced so Gregory could give it to freddy. The fact that it's already preloaded into the machine could have meant that it was set to be put back into sun/moon very, very soon. Unfortunately for them, Gregory got there first by the skin of his teeth. I'm sure it'd have been a huge help during what followed...

Speaking of upgrades, all the (humanoid) animatronics have one! So, what could Bonnie's have been? Or Freddies? Well, I suspect that Freddies was the chest cavity. It's unique to him, and he uses it as storage for 'birthday cakes'. It's big enough to fit a child. I believe that Bonnie's was montys leaping legs! Originally, the upgrade from monty was those legs before it was changed to the claws. But because monty kept the jumping ability, that's two abilities for one guy! But crocodiles aren't exactly known for their... Agility on land. Rabbits, however, certainly are. So I suspect that after Bonnie's attack, monty was upgraded and repainted along with his own original claws. It doesn't matter that he wasn't a band member originally, all of them have something.

Also, I doubt that Bonnie's green room was all the way up by bowling, away from everyone else. I think that room was set up similarly for whatever reason - interviews, one of those rent a costume rooms, maybe even a place for human actors that aren't the theatre staff, idk. Maybe Bonnie ran like, an online fitness program or w/e, like those barbie vlogs. No way bonnie was kept separately. Or it could just have been a room half built and then walled off as designs changed. Heck, the animatronics (or just bonnie) could have secretly found and used it themselves. The idea of bonnie and freddy using it for secret dates and make out sessions like a broom cupboard is funny, but then freddy would have found Bonnie.

And I suspect, with no proof, that moon had something to do with Bonnie's disappearance. Oh, monty dealt the blow, of course, but it would be interesting to think if moon was the one who wrapped Bonnie up in the carpet and dragged him through the vents to hide him. Idk. Maybe on vannys orders, maybe it was also panicking lol. But the staff (and freddy) either spotted or suspected something, and have been frosty and a bit neglectful to the DA ever since. Sun is extremely salty.

Because I do believe that the DA is hooked into the building in ways that the other animatronics aren't. In obvious and simple ways like the ceiling wire that moon uses to fly, or sun does whatever he did to lock down the daycare shutters (with 'banned' banners on the outside so he can clearly open them himself lol), the way sun apparently has some sensor or camera at the slide so he can bodily throw himself at Gregory should he try to enter again, the way moon can freaking track Gregory across the ENTIRE GOTDANG PIZZAPLEX in under five minutes in game, EVEN when he's in freddy, which no other animatronic can do! Even vanny skips right past Gregory in the pod outside the daycare!

With moon serving seemingly as a final line of security, being out and about during the hourly recharge, it'd make sense if the patrol/scout of the animatronic team was able to access the security feed like its human counterparts. Just like the watch, it can get it beamed into its head. And between that and the infrared eyes (the red light moon has), it's a perfect recipe for search and destroy, with Gregory as the target. His only real restriction is that under light, he is Sun, and sun must be in the daycare. It's all very interesting.

Every single animatronic is in on the 'kidnapping children to harvest remnant' thing. Because they all will try and kill you. Even the endos. The O-N-L-Y reason freddy wasn't right there alongside them was that he mysteriously collapsed on stage and had ill timed safety protocols engage. Those protocols saved Gregorys LIFE. I'm pretty sure those protocols are what produced eclipse, too. Completely unable to cause harm, almost delusionally secure in the safety of the plex. Under those protocols, I assume, freddy can't remember/speak of/acknowledge the child hunting thing. He must reassure any children or members of the public that such things are not happening, cannot happen, and Gregory fits that bill. He must be perfectly presentable, and the company must be perfectly innocent. There is absolutely no reason to exclude freddy of all people from the secondary task. I get the feeling that freddy coming to understand and oppose the whole situation is not supposed to happen XD. His body in ruin sure doesn't have the same problem. After all, they do get a bit quirky at night.

But seriously, each of them would fulfil a role in the team, working together as a unit. Moon the patrol/night shift, the mmm hive in the vents for whatever it's worth, roxy to see through walls and hear any disturbances to find them, chica and monty (/bonnie) to chase down, break through barriers and stunlock (they do manage that one pincer movement at the start of the game, though it fails lol. If chica had used her scream he would have been toast), and freddy as the team leader and... Transport and disposal. He did say he'd travelled that path to the afton room many times before. The scooper for gathering and storing remnant is just past that, after all. Like I don't know if was accidental design but that's an excellent team. Be better if there were projectiles but I don't know how they could have hidden that upgrade XD. I just KNOW they've caught some paparazzi, thieves or investigators before. Gregory would actually be that latter category!

Pretty sure that the entire plex is a front to gather as much remnant as possible to restore afton. Like, the main purpose. They're bringing this man back from practically sniffing the chest hair of death. He should be way more than both feet in the grave, but presumably he thinks remnant is going to fix the problem. Just keel over dude. It'd be doing himself a favour at this point, trapped in the torture he must be in.

Be cool (and sad) if freddy was the one to give Bonnie's star sunglasses to monty as a sort of acceptance to the band. If he was optimistic and trusting enough to not suspect monty, especially if he instead suspected the DA. Either that or management demanded monty wear the glasses, because if monty walked around wearing the sunglasses of his missing best friend/lover situation freddy would Not Be Friends with him like they are in canon, to put it lightly.

Tbh the idea that the DA and Bonnie had beef is unreasonably funny to me. Freddy would totally have picked up on it a bit through exposure. Or freddy has had several run ins with the DA, possibly after hours, possibly during parties in those rooms around the daycare. The fact that freddy warned us about the DA of all people (both halves!) - when he gave a glowing review of the dj spider who silently tried to rip us out of the bathrooms and squash us like a bug - is something to be concerned about lol.

Oh yeah, hc. The band members totally have a social life after hours, with free roaming once the doors are locked and the outside is sealed off. (freddy really should just have taken Gregory to the nearest fire exit.) I like to imagine they have exclusive parties in the arcade, where they can listen to uncensored music and throw it back like the kids teach them XD. I can't imagine sun joining but it's funny. They're all wayyyy too lifelike to not explore stuff like that. They've all canonically got annoying quirks that were definitely not programmed lol.

I wonder who writes their music? I doubt they are expected to be the ones to come up with it, they're just robots. They probably know the band really well! I bet there's some freddy voice miku style vocoder somewhere in the bowels of the building.

I'd LOVE to know wtf that moon haze is when he'd close. It's so weird and almost out of place. Moon and vanny are the same ones who get aura effects. That's gotta mean something, but what??

Like it's been a while since I brushed up on every tiny detail, but I still thought it was worth writing down. Any evidence against any of it? Alternate interpretations? Let me know!

[bitter-caf]

I've been having thoughts, so here's some The Last Unicorn quotes as Dbd characters. I hope someone else can also see the vision.

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(This one especially I've been thinking about for a while)

Monty: I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn (crow) was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.

(For monty especially, I feel as fic idea coming on just based on this quote)

Also Monty: From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest (birdcage), she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else...Unicorns (Crows) are not meant to make choices. She said no, and yes, and no again, day and night, and for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.

Cat King: I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

Charles: Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

Also Charles: I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.

Edwin: I will keep the colour of your eyes until no other in the world remembers your name.

Also Edwin: The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn (Charles) was the moon...lighting his way to safety, or to madness.

Crystal: We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

Also Crystal lol: You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

Niko: Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.

Also Niko: As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

Night Nurse: I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

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Can you tell I love the last unicorn?