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faeome · 28 days

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Lustful Promises

Pairing: John Murphy x reader Summary: When you publicly humiliate John Murphy, he plans to make you pay. However, things take different turn, when unresolved feelings awake. Warnings: 18+ only! Dom!Murphy, kissing, bit of degradation, pet names, knife play, biting, fingering, loss of virginity, P in V, creampie…

Word count: 1.9k

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It was a known fact that you and Murphy hated each other more than anything. It was like a tradition for you two to fight every day. Today was no exception. You were minding your business when Murphy felt the need to ruin your peaceful solitude. He started taunting you for no reason, and he even went as far as bringing your best friend Bellamy into the argument.

“Don’t you feel pathetic when you see him fucking Roma after he is done with you?”

That was uncalled for. You and Bellamy were strictly platonic. He was your best friend’s brother, nothing more. That is why you landed a punch on his face without thinking twice. He fell on his ass from the unexpected motion, making the newly gathered crowd laugh. Bellamy quickly de-escalated the situation, but not before Murphy spat a ridiculous amount of threats at you. ‘Insane individual’ you thought to yourself.

In the evening, you took a walk in the forest, completely forgetting the incident that had happened earlier, as fighting with Murphy was already a casualty for you.

You were about to turn back for Octavia when someone covered your mouth. A strong arm enveloped your waist, and you were unable to move or scream. You tried to kick the attacker, but to no avail. He was stronger than you.

“Stop fucking kicking me!" he shouted. Oh. You could recognize that voice anywhere. Of course, it was Murphy. Your destined enemy. He had followed you into the woods.

He pulled away his hand from your mouth, quickly pressing the cold knife on your throat before you could scream.

“Don’t even think about screaming,” he said coldly. You shuddered. Who knew how far this crazy son of a bitch would go to prove his point?! “Got it?” When all he got for an answer was your nod, he smirked. “Good girl.”

He manhandled you, pressing your backside against a nearby tree, the knife still to your throat. You were looking at him with so much hatred that you would not be surprised if he dropped dead.

“Not so brave now, are you?”

His voice was making you violent. You kicked him in the groin as hard as possible. The unexpected kick made him loosen his grip on the knife, but he quickly gained composure.

“Wrong move,” he said lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He quickly turned you around and painfully pressed your front against the rough surface of the tree. You were sandwiched between his hard chest and the tree. "Oww, that hurts," you groaned, but that only fueled him further as he pressed his hips against you even more. “Good. I want it to hurt.”

You were helpless. You could not overpower him, no matter how hard you tried. “When Bellamy hears about this, he’s gonna make you pay.” You tried to intimidate him. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control, but what else could you do?!

Suddenly, you felt the cold tip of the knife pressing against your cheek. He teased you, moving it across your cheekbone and towards your lips. “IF Bellamy hears about this doll.” You moved your hips, trying to free yourself, but you stopped as soon as you felt his hardened penis pressing against you.

“Murphy I-“

He shushed you. Inching his face even closer to yours and biting your neck. You tried to compose yourself, but you could not stiffen a moan when he sucked particularly hard on your pulse point. “Just like that. Ohh, baby, you are so responsive.”

"Murphy, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” You tried to reason.

“Oh, but we are.” He responded, leaving no room for an argument. He continued kissing and biting your neck, no doubt leaving marks behind. He trailed kisses down your shoulder as he opened the zipper of your leather top, leaving you in just a bra. He unclasped it easily, roughly kissing your neck.

“Turn around,” he ordered. You hesitantly did so, your cheeks reddening.

“Shit,” he whistled lowly as he took in the sight of you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from his gaze, but he caught your hands. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby. You were talking big just a minute ago.” He said with a sinister look in his eyes. He quickly took your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it.

“Fuckkk.” You moaned, feeling overly sensitive, as his hands and teeth twisted and bit your nipples. “Fuckk fuck fuck, John,” you were a whimpering mess. He hummed against your chest, planting a final kiss as he looked up at you. His blue eyes were darker than ever, filled with lust.

“Shit baby, you are a mess, and I haven’t even started with you yet.” He chuckled when he heard no response from you. “No sneaky responses? What did you do to the girl I knew and loved?”

“Loved?” You questioned without thinking.

“Just a saying. Don’t let that get to your head, babe.”

You scoffed, offended by his words, for whatever reason. Did you actually expect him to be gentle with you? This was John Murphy, your sworn enemy, and you were about to fuck him. Shit.

“Shit,“ but before you could finish your sentence, Murphy kissed you again. He was rougher this time, more passionate. You parted your lips, and he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t think, baby. I know you want me, so stop fighting it. Just trust me." He placed his large palm on your lower belly, trailing his fingers further down.

“I’ve never had sex before.” You blurted out.

He stilled and looked you in the eyes.

“What?”

Damn. That was a reaction. You tried to avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too bare.

“Well, shit. That explains the attitude. Maybe you just need someone to dick you down so you can finally stop being a fucking bitch.” He spat.

“Fuck you, Murphy, you fucking asshole.”

He chuckled darkly.

"Oh, you will, baby; don’t be so eager.”

He opened the button on your shorts and helped you get out of them. You were just in your panties now, feeling the light breeze on your bare body. He pressed his palm on your pussy, stroking your clit with his thumb through the fabric of your lace panties. “John,” you moaned.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to stop?” He teased you, looking at you with innocent eyes.

“No.” You almost screamed, making him smirk. That egoistic asshole. Suddenly, he pulled your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. His one hand was holding your waist, and his other was massaging your pussy lips.

You grabbed his shoulders roughly to help balance your already wobbly legs.

"God, baby, you are so wet. If you wanted to be fucked this badly, all you had to do was ask.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps awake on your skin. His middle finger slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp. He bit down on the meeting point of your neck and shoulder as his finger slowly filled your cunt.

“Oh my god, John.” You moaned. He quickly pushed his ring finger inside you, the sudden sensation making you jolt. He held down your hips with his other hand so that you could not move.

"Fuckk, I feel so full,” you continued blubbering without a coherent thought in your mind.

“Yeah?” He questioned, as he scissored you. “Think you can take another?”

You moaned at his words. “Don’t know,” you answered truthfully.

"Sure, you can. You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, unsure where the urge to please him was coming from. He added his index finger, stretching you out further. You felt so unbelievably stretched that you weren’t sure if you would be able to take his dick. He fastened the pace, fingering you hard. You screamed when he curved his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb was circling your clit.

“I think I’m close,” you told him.

“Good,” he whispered against your ear, biting your already bruised neck. “Go on, cum on my fingers. I wanna feel your walls pulse.” His words, along with his brutal pace, put you on the edge. You came hard, not being able to control your moans. When you came down from your high, you could see John staring at you.

“You are so sexy.” He said with a smirk.

He started unbuttoning his pants, and you were about to get on your knees when he stopped you.

“Shit princess, I’d love to see you choke on my cock, but I promised to fuck that attitude out of you.”

You shivered at his words. He finally freed his cock, letting it spring free. It hit his navel. He was bigger than you imagined. You opened your mouth in surprise, almost drooling at the sight.

“Like what you see?”

You looked at him with lustful eyes. “Just fuck me already.”

"Mmm, alright,” he sensually kissed your lips as he entered you. You bit his lip hard as the stretch from his dick hurt you.

"Fuuckkk, you are so big.” He moaned at your words. You screamed as he bottomed out. He pulled out quickly, leaving just the tip, only to push inside again with brutal strength.

“Oh my god, I can't,“ but he shushed you. He was kissing you everywhere, and his hands were gripping your waist so hard that you were sure it would bruise. You felt so overwhelmed. He was everywhere. His dick was so deep inside you that you were worried about your internal organs. His scent was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy.

“Come on, baby, cum on my dick,” he moaned into your ear. He put his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. He fastened his pace, and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You fell apart on his dick; the intensity of the second orgasm made tears fall from your eyes. He came after you, not bothering to pull out. You were shaking, barely able to stand. He put his head on your chest, breathing heavily.

“So I was your first?”

You nodded slightly.

“You liked it?” He questioned, and you hummed, too spent out to form a sentence. “Fucked you so hard you forgot to speak or what?”

You punched his shoulder lightly, not appreciating the joke. He kissed both your cheeks softly and gently pulled out. You could feel his cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care.

“I liked it,” you said quietly.

“What? Could you say that louder?” He said, teasingly looking down at you as he stood tall, fully dressed. He helped you clean up with surprising softness.

“You cannot tell anyone about this, Murphy.” You voiced your concern.

“And why would I do that, baby?” He inched closer, fixing your messy hair.

“Promise me.” You whispered.

“I promise.” He answered you truthfully, zipping your leather top. “Sorry for what I said earlier about Bellamy.”

“I’m sorry that I kicked your ass.”

He laughed, shaking his head at your words.

Maybe he was not so bad after all.

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s1ater · 1 year

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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black-dragon1998 · 1 year

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Lone Wolf chapter 11

Summary: the story continues

Author note: First I want to apologize it took so long for me to post the next chapter for lone wolf. After that, I want to thank everyone who has sent me comments and kudos for my writing. I haven’t forgotten this story, writing has just been difficult the last couple of months.

previous chapters: part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8 - part 9- part 10

“What! Gives you the right to touch my daughter!” you were livid. How dare this boy touch your daughter. Madi in general had a hard time with being touched. The only people who were allowed to touch her freely, were you, Lexa, Clarke and Anya. From time to time Indra, but that was only when Madi instigates it. So who did this piece of shit think he was for giving Madi a panic attack.

At this point, you were really starting to regret coming to the Skaikru. Would Clarke be really upset if you cut this guy's throat? Probably. Pushing aside the murderous intent you were feeling you turned toward Madi who was still protected by Dina. Madi who was still sobbing uncontrollably. You throw the sword in your hand to the side and crouch down so you are at eye level with your daughter. Dina steps away from the two of you and keeps the rest away.

When Madi spots you through tear-filled eyes, she looks you straight in the eyes but doesn’t move to get closer to you.

“hey, peanut.” You say in a voice you only reserve for your daughter. The little girl is so attuned to the sound that she is already calming down.

“Mama?”

“Yes baby, it is Mama. Are you feeling big emotions?” you knew she was but this made it easier for Madi to work through it. Madi gave you a small nod.

“is the feeling going away?” most of the time the emotions Madi was feeling would pass on their own. When Madi shook her head, you gave her a reassuring smile.

“that is okay. I am here and we are getting through this together. Can I touch you?” with speed almost too fast for a human, Madi was in your arms. She pressed her head against your chest to feel your steady heartbeat. The sound helped in calming her down.

“alright baby, can you tell me five things you see?” your voice is just about a whisper but Madi could hear you just fine.

Clarke and Lexa were wrapping up their meeting. Things had gone smoother than hoped and resulted in the two being able to meet (Y/N) and Madi for lunch. Clarke was putting away the last of the documents when one of the guards sprinted into the tent. The markings on their arms told them that they were on (Y/N) personal guard. Lexa was aware of the guards (Y/N) had put on both her and Clarke.

“Heda! Permission to speak.” The guard asked. Like all your subordinates they had discipline.

“speak soldier,” Lexa said in her heda voice.

“Heda, Wanheda, both of you are needed at the training grounds. One of the Skaikru boys tried to touch the princess. Causing her to have a panic attack and the general to lash out at the boy. Some of the females with the boy are afraid of an escalation.” The guard spoke so fast that Clarke and Lexa almost didn’t catch all of it. The moment Clarke heard Madi was involved she started walking toward the training ground, not listening to Lexa who was calling after her.

Lexa took a moment to collect herself and thanked the guard, before going after her wife-turned-mamabear. She already felled sorry for whoever stood in her way.

Clarke was at the training grounds in no time. There she saw the Gona from a circle around you, Raven, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy. Dina was standing close to you ready to react to any situation. You were cradling Madi to your chest, trying to console the sobbing toddler.

Madi didn’t seem to be injured, neither did you. Bellamy on the other hand was sporting a big red line around his neck. Steeling herself Clarke stepped forward to make her presence known. Bellamy was the first to approach her, like a kid rating out somebody to the teacher. You however stayed where you were, cuddling Madi close to your chest.

Instead of listening to Bellamy rambling Clarke made her way toward you and Madi. Laying a comforting hand on Madi’s back.

“Maid sweetheart, look who is here.” You whisper in your daughter's ear. Locking eyes with Clarke, conveying that it was a bad one. Very slowly Madi lifted her head from your shoulder and looked behind her. When she spotted her mommy, she started reaching out for her and you quickly handed her over to Clarke so she could soak in her mommy’s scent. The toddler sagged into the blond's hold immediately.

For some reason, Clarke’s and Lexa’s scents had always a calming effect on you and Madi.

“hey love, somebody told me you were cuddling with Mama. Mind if I join?” Clarke spoke in a tender tone, to not set Madi off again. That had happened in the past when she was overwhelmed too soon.

“Mama helped. Big emotions. Counted. Calmed.” Madi’s sentences were cut short, telling Clarke she hadn’t down completely.

“oh! You and Mama did the counting. Did it help?” Clarke was relieved when Madi nodded into her chest. While Clarke was talking to Madi you had positioned yourself in front of them with crossed arms and a death stare levelling Bellamy, who was trying to get closer.

“what made you feel the big emotions? Can you tell Mommy?”

“Man touched me,” Madi said burring her face back into Clarke’s chest.

“what man sweety?” Clarke Cöed as to not set her off again. without looking Madi pointed a finger toward Bellamy, who was trying to push past (Y/N). (Y/N) however, wasn’t bunching an inch. In the meantime, Raven and Octavia tried to pull Bellamy back.

“let me pass! I have to talk to Clarke.” He tried to sound intimidating, hoping you would let him pass.

“you upset my daughter, do you really think I’m just going to let you near her? No way in hell! If Clarke wants to talk to you she will come over here. Until then back off!” your voice was nothing more than a growl.

Clarke really had hoped Bellamy wasn’t involved. You already didn’t like him and this wasn’t helping. She could only hope to settle your mood before things escalated. Clarke still remembered the last time somebody touched Madi without permission. It was a warrior from Azgeda. He had quickly lost his hand and head. Then she hadn’t batted an eye at it. She hoped it didn’t turn into a brawl. You would level Bellamy with no problem, the only question was when you would stop once you started.

Clarke walked with Madi still clinging to her chest but stayed a couple of feet behind. Hoping this was enough distance for Madi. You immediately sensed Clarke come up behind you, turning partly around so you can look at her and Madi, still preventing Bellamy from getting closer. Clarke knew her next words would be hard for their friends but she had to think about her daughter and wife first. She could talk to her friends later, but first, she had to defuse the situation.

“I think all of you should return to camp until things have calmed down,” Clarke said while looking at her friends. Raven and Octavia seemed to understand, Lincoln respected the words of his kwin. They also knew that if they stayed longer and Bellamy did something stupid, they would be putting Clarke on the spot. Bellamy however started immediately pushing against you to get to Clarke.

“Clarke! Please listen to me. I didn’t mean to do this.”

“Back off!” you got into the shaggy-haired boy's face and pushed him back.

“you come here, make my daughter cry and now you dare to make demands toward our kwin. I should skin you alive for that.” This finally makes Bellamy back down with a loud gulp.

“General!” there was an edge to Clarke’s voice that told you you were getting onto thin ice. It made you back down just a little. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your wife.

“we will leave for now,” Raven said, pulling Bellamy back toward the camp. Leaving you and your family as the only ones in the training ground. The gona had scattered already, knowing nothing good came from upsetting their kwin when she was in mama-bear mode.

Lexa arrived at the exact moment the Skaikru left. You had turned around to look at Clarke. The blond looked anything but happy. Believing it to be best for you and Clarke to talk about whatever the issue was. So Lexa took Madi from Clarke's arms and retreated toward the tent.

“let’s go Madi. Mommy and Mama need to talk.”

“mad?” Madi asked.

“don’t know bug. Why don’t we go find something to eat and wait for them?”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have taken Bellamy’s head off today.” Clarke exploded the moment Madi and Lexa were gone. Now that everything had sunken in, Clarke had gotten angry with you. Her reaction made your anger surface again. why was she angry with you?

“He upset Madi. I just reacted on instinct.” You say between clenched teeth, not wanting to snap at Clarke.

“That was an over-the-top reaction. Bellamy didn’t know Madi would react like that.” Clarke counters, while stepping close to you. Like she wanted another response from you. At this point, you had a hard time not glaring at your wife.

“If it had been anybody else but that Skaikru boy we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“ you went too far. You acted like a sa…” Clarke seemed to catch herself at the last moment, but you knew what she was going to say. You had heard it often enough. The dark part in you that you had suppressed for so long reared its ugly head and you could feel your emotions freeze. Looming over Clarke you glared at her.

“say it.” A moment passed and it stayed quiet.

“say it!” the ringing of your voice surprised Clarke. She had never seen you like this.

“Savage.” The word was nothing more than a whisper but you could hear her loud and clear. Did your wife really think of you like that? You could stand for everybody else thinking you were a monster but not your family.

“maybe Clarke I am nothing more than a savage beast, pretending to be something else.” With that, you walked away and into the woods, leaving Clarke alone.

The moment you left a pang rang through Clarke. What had she done, she had never seen you so cold toward her before. When Clarke finally turned around she, you were gone.

part 12

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ilguna · 4 months

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supply run, aisle 1 with the prompts #1 & #17 with octavia blake, please?

☼ headspace (Octavia Blake) ☼

warnings; swearing, gun mention, ehh gore, blood mention, knife usage, death, bugs beneath the skin.

wc; 4k

prompt; 1. Always looking out for each other's safety. AND 17. Denying their relationship strongly.

notes; spoilers for s5ep5.

“They don’t know we’re coming, so all three northern passes will be wide open.” Octavia starts. She’s standing over a map, three fingers placed over the drawn houses. “But the village will be fortified.” She looks up at Obika. “Where’s the water source?”

He briefly points to a spot on the map. “Here.”

“Why? What are you thinking?” Indra asks.

The front door opens suddenly without an announcement, causing you and Cooper to look over at the intruders. Miller enters first, pulling his hood down, lips pressed together. He was supposed to have left to begin scouting ten minutes ago.

Behind him is Clarke, who moves around the other side of the table. “My question exactly.”

“Miller, your orders were to go—” Cooper begins, cutting off the end of Clarke’s sentence.

“I know my orders.” Miller shuts her down. “I think we should listen to what Clarke has to say.”

Octavia’s eyebrows raise as she turns to face Clarke. “You can’t take the sea route.” She says, shaking her head.

“Why? You said the sea is gone.” Indra says. “Is it passable or not?”

“Yes, maybe. But you have to understand—”

“Maybe’s good enough for me.” Octavia tells them, starting to head for the open door. “Let’s move out.”

Bellamy jumps in front of her, causing several of the warriors in the room to immediately pull out their weapons, aiming it at him. You reach out to grab Octavia’s elbow, wanting to move her away from him, but let it drop. They’re family, he’s not going to hurt her.

“O.” Bellamy warns.

“Stand down.” Octavia says.

“Please, O, just hear us out.” He says in a lighter tone.

“OCtavia, we’re all on the same team.” Clarke says, Octavia turns, you catch the glimpse of her smirk before the shadow of her hood covers her face. “No one wants to get to that valley more than me. It’s my home. But this way is too risky.”

“Risky how?” You ask.

There’s a brief silence, before Octavia says, “Show me.”

Clarke passes in front of her to get to the second map they have laid out. “You chose the shortest route, which makes sense, but the dry seabed is hit by almost constant sandstorms.”

“We have the tents from the second dawn. Sand won’t be a problem.” Octavia tells her.

“It’s not just sand. Some of it crystallized in Praimfaya. I’m talking shards of glass like razor blades. Your tents will be torn to shreds and so will you.”

“Blodreina is right.” Cooper interjects. “Besides, we can only carry rations for seven days. The sea route will take six. The next shortest path adds fifty miles. That’s two days if we’re lucky.”

“How do we know there won’t be sandstorms on the longer routes?” Indra asks.

“Enough.” Octavia says. “We’re doing this. The hydrofarm is barely feeding us now, so if this is the last living valley on Earth, then it should be ours.”

“Diyoza thinks the same thing.” Bellamy says.

“And so we fight.” Octavia tells him.

This is the final word, and therefore the signal to clean up. Obika and Cooper reach for the maps, folding them to keep them safe when you bring them on the trip. You share a long look with Octavia, that ends with you nodding, telling her that you’re with her. You’ll follow her as long as she’ll let you.

She heads for the door, brushing past Bellamy. You’re quick to follow her onto the street, because this means that it’s time to get moving. This was just the final meeting before marching to ensure that everyone in higher power were on the same page about the travel.

“Are you ready?” Octavia asks.

“Yes, I’ve got everything.”

“Good.”

“First battalion! Mount up!” Indra’s ordercuts through the air.

—

“We honor those who died so we might live.” Octavia says with her eyes closed, head tilted downward.

You sit on her right, carefully balanced on a box so that you’re able to cross your legs. You lay out your part of the rations in front of you, carefully breaking it into pieces to make it seem like you have more. Or that it’s actually a proper meal.

“Omon gon oson.” Octavia says, tilting her head back.

“Omon gon oson.” You repeat, joining the choir of the circle.

It means ‘All of me for all of us’. If you put all your efforts into Wonkru, and everyone else does the same, that means everyone benefits. The sacrifices that Octavia makes—the difficult ones especially—are done for the greater good of the clan. If you work together, you survive together.

“Omon gon oson.”

Octavia sits, taking a piece of the ration from your lap. You don’t object, this is normal. Usually, you pass around the rations until there’s none left, that way everyone shares. It keeps from resource guarding, a problem that you faced only once in the bunker, and it was catastrophic. However, Octavia prefers if you have your own pile that she can pick out of.

If the others were to reach for it, you wouldn’t stop them. You don’t think Octavia would, either, but it wouldn’t end well. The only people that you’ve properly shared with are Cooper and Indra, and that’s because you all work on the same playing field. You’re equals. They’re entitled to your food, just as much as you’re entitled to theirs.

You eat in silence, slowly dwindling your supply. Out of curiosity, you glance over your shoulder to check on Bellamy and Clarke, who’d decided to sit a few feet away on their own boxes. They’d decided back at the bunker that they were going to join you on the way to the valley, regardless of the fact that Clarke doesn’t think this is the best way to go.

Your eyes only find Bellamy, sitting alone, walkie in his hand. Clarke must’ve turned herself in for the night already.

“Your brother loves you, Octavia.” Indra suddenly says.

“Love is weakness.” Octavia says back.

An ache begins in your chest when you hear her say that. You turn away from Bellamy, looking back at the fire in the center of the circle. When you look at Indra, her lips are pressed together, face washed with sympathy.

“Gaia’s teachings, no doubt.” Indra says. “I hoped she was beyond such nonsense.”

“It isn’t nonsense.” Octavia mutters. Her eyes are open now, staring right at her friend. “Love no one… and no one can hurt you.”

You swallow thickly, looking down at the rations, finding only a few pieces left. You pick one of them up, passing it to your right, away from Octavia. This earns you a brief glimpse in your direction.

You’re no longer hungry. In fact, you’d like to escape this conversation as fast as possible.

“I love you.” Indra tells her, and they share a long look. “Does that make me weak?”

Octavia is uncomfortable, you can tell in the way she quickly shakes her head and faces the fire. “I would never say that to you, Seda.”

She would say it to me, you think bitterly.

A sigh escapes you, hands moving to ball up the cloth you’d laid out for the food. You don’t care where it goes or who it feeds, all you know is that you’re done. You hold it out for Indra to take, watching as her face twists, but not a single word comes to her mouth. You jerk it out in her direction to take. And when she finally does, you get to your feet.

“Where are you going?” Octavia asks, looking up at you.

“To patrol.”

“They don’t need you out there.” She shoots back.

You open your mouth to counter, when a scream cuts you off. You turn in the direction, eyes searching the darkness of the desert for who it’s coming from.

“Help!”

“We need help!” A man overlaps the first.

“It’s the scouts.” Indra says.

At once, everyone raises to their feet to be on defense. Octavia takes a step forward. “Miller, what is it?”

“Medic! We need help! It’s Obika!” Miller shouts back.

“I’ll get the med kit.” Clarke tells them, taking off.

“Please help us!” MIller’s got Obika thrown over his shoulder, running in your direction. “He needs help!”

“Are we under attack?” Octavia asks.

“I don’t know what’s wrong!” He carefully pulls Obika down, laying him in the sand. He’s only on the ground for a second before he starts convulsing, thrashing around, twisting in uncomfortable angles. “Please! Hurry! Someone help him!”

No one moves forward.

“Out of my way. I can help.” Clarke says, pushing through the ring that’s gathered.

“Not you.” Cooper tells her, stopping her.

Obika continues to scream, growing exhausted, until he stops altogether, panting.

“Octavia.” Clarke says.

“Let her in.”

Cooper lets Clarke free, allowing her to get down and assess Obika. She checks his pulse, and her face relaxes some, but not enough. “He’s alive, but his heart’s racing.”

“What the hell happened out there?” Octavia asks Miller.

“We separated to cover more ground. Then I hear him screaming out that they’re everywhere. Then I get to him and there’s nothing. It’s just more screaming and—”

Obika’s stomach moves from the inside. There’s several gasps of surprise, as everyone takes a step back. You grab Octavia, pulling her toward you, shielding her from Obika.

“There’s something inside him.” Clarke breathes. “I need a better spot to examine him.”

“The tent.” You suggest, looking at Octavia. She presses her lips together, head tilted to the side, not exactly a fan of it. “Where else?”

“Fine.” She agrees.

Miller, Bellamy and a few of the others come together to lift Obika from the ground and carry them to Octavia’s main tent. There’s an arms-length distance between Obika and those who are carrying him, afraid that they might get whatever’s inside of him.

“Hurry!” Miller ushers. “Get him in the tent. Get him in the tent.”

You hold open one of the flaps, watching as the group comes in one by one, with Clarke taking up the rear. “Nobody else comes inside.”

“Move!” Miller demands.

“Right here.” Bellamy directs. “Put him on the table.”

The table they’re talking about holds the maps and lanterns that were laid out earlier, and no one bothered to clean up. You work to clear the wood, allowing them to lay Obika on top. And then immediately hold him down to keep him from thrashing the same way he did in the sand.

“Help me get his jacket off.” Clarke says.

“Clarke, what is this?” Indra asks.

“I don’t know.” She shifts her attention. “MIller, tell us exactly what happened.”

“Nothing happened. We stopped to eat. Then we separated again. Next thing I knew, he was screaming.”

“Your rations. Show me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with our rations.” Cooper says.

“He was eating when it happened.”

“Cooper’s right. If it was the rations, Miller would have it, too.” Octavia says. “They share everything.”

“Well, it got in him somehow.” Clarke reasons.

Bellamy grabs the lantern, bringing it to a spot on Obika’s leg. “Wait.” When he touches the area, his hand turns red, stained with blood. Cooper works quickly to pull up the pant leg, revealing a puncture wound on Obika’s shin. “Look.”

“It came from the sand.” Clarke says, eyes widening. “We have to go back.”

“What? No.” Octavia’s face twists.

“Octavia, he told MIller that they were everywhere.”

“Yes, but Miller just said he saw nothing.” Octavia tells her.

“Everywhere could mean everywhere inside him.” Cooper says.

“Yeah, but what if they went back inside the sand when Obika started screaming?” You ask.

“I agree with Blodreina.” Cooper tells you with direct eye contact.

“What a surprise.” Indra snarks.

There’s a moment of tense silence that fills the room, where no one moves or says anything, as if they don’t want a fight to break out. You narrow your eyes at Cooper, because you’ve been finding it difficult to get along with her lately. Or like her at all.

“We march on at first light.” Octavia says, moving away from Obika.

“And Obika?” Miller asks, standing up from his leaned position.

Octavia tilts her head slightly, coming back over to the table. “If he’s not better by then…” She stands over him with closed eyes, which is a telling sign of what she’s about to say next. She doesn’t even have to, if she doesn’t want to. “I’ll end his pain myself.”

She turns, leaving the tent, the flaps whooshing behind her. Cooper is quick to follow.

Clarke and Bellamy share a look, and then they turn their attention to you. You shake your head slightly. “There’s nothing I can do, don’t look at me for help.”

“You can’t talk to her? It’s dangerous to be out here, especially if there’s parasites in the sand.” Clarke says, motioning to the ground.

“She doesn’t value my opinion in the same way she does with Indra or Cooper. I could try to talk to her, but she’ll shut me down and cast me out for the rest of the night. I’m not looking for a fight.” You tell them.

“There’s going to be a fight either way.” Bellamy says. “It’s not decided on what yet.”

“I’m going to stay with Obika.” Clarke says with a sigh, practically ending the discussion.

“I’ll stay with you.” Bellamy offers.

You start toward the flaps, pressing your lips together. You go back to the fire, finding that your original spot has been untouched. You take a seat on the box, crossing your legs, staring at the flickering flames.

You’re left alone for a while, allowing you to think. Nothing helpful comes to mind.

The scouts begin shouting nearby, a warning that something is coming, they can hear it through the sand. You don’t pay attention, not until Octavia comes out from the tents, being shadowed by Indra and Cooper. That’s when you turn, curious on what they could be worried about.

Well, in fairness, you should be worried, too.

In the distance, you can see dark clouds barely passing over mountains, moving quickly through the desert. Lightning flashes brightly, aggressively, a sign that this is no ordinary storm. This is an evolution of what Praimfaya had caused.

Clarke passes you, coming to a stop. Her lips are parted, staring at the nightmare that’s approaching. “Sandstorm.”

“It’s blocking the way back.” Bellamy says.

“Can we outrun it?” Indra asks.

“As long as it keeps moving laterally from east to west, we shouldn’t have to, but if the wind shifts—”

“The wind hasn’t met Wonkru.” Octavia says, turning around to face the group that’s gathered behind her. Her eyes land on you briefly, where you’re still sitting next to the dying fire. “Now there’s no choice. We keep moving.”

“Keep moving?” Bellamy asks, jumping in her way. “Thanks to you, we’re stuck between razor-blade winds and burrowing, parasitic bugs.”

“Thanks to you, we’re at war, Bellamy.” Her voice is grave.

“Only if you insist on fighting it.”

“Fight or die. That’s all there is. You don’t understand. I get it. Because you’re not one of us.”

“Is Obika one of you?” Bellamy shoots back, glancing at the tent over his shoulder. “Hmm? Because you’re about to end his life like he means nothing.”

Cooper moves forward, planning to end Bellamy’s disrespect. You get to your feet now, hand swiping at her elbow to keep her from touching him, yanking her away.

“I understand that.” Bellamy says to Octavia.

“Let go of me.” Cooper tries to pull her arm from your grasp.

“Do not touch him.” Your eyes bore into hers.

“Or what?” She challenges. “He’s being disrespectful. I can’t tolerate that.”

“She can handle it.” You snap.

Cooper stands taller, rolling her shoulders, despite the fact that you still have her arm in your hand. “Do you have something you want to say?”

“Cooper, no.” Octavia tells her.

“Show some respect.” One of the scouts says.

“Bellamy.” Clarke warns.

“Easy.” Octavia has her eyes on Bellamy. “I’d stop if I were you.”

You let go of Cooper, but your expression doesn’t change.

Obika’s screaming interrupts the conversation, drawing Clarke to him. “He’s awake.”

Bellamy follows after her, but you don’t move right away, shaking your head at Octavia.

“I don’t want to hear it from you.” She says. “Don’t lay hands on Cooper.”

“You don’t want to hear anything from me.” Your face twists. “I mean nothing to you. You said so yourself.”

You walk away, heading for the tent. By the time you enter with Octavia, they’re holding Obika down. When you look in the middle, you find that the parasite inside is pushing at his stomach, growing bigger by the second, trying to escape.

And then they do.

They burst out, blood flying through the air. You shield your face with your arm, listening to the screeching of the bugs and the squelching of the blood from Obika’s stomach. Someone must knock over a lantern, because the room begins to flash with white.

“Everybody out! Now! Go!” Bellamy shouts.

As you begin to run, a piercing pain hits your forearm. You clutch the area, thinking that you’ve been hit with one of the broken poles, and duck out of the tent. From the corner of your eye, you see Indra reach for one of the torches.

Your vision suddenly goes white, the strength in your knees being pulled from you, as a scream leaves your lips. You hit the sand, teeth grit as you hold onto your arm tighter, throwing your head back.

“Indra!” Octavia shouts. “Burn it down! Kill them all!”

“(Y/n)!” Clarke is right above you, grabbing at your arm, pulling it to your side. “Stop, stop!”

When you open your eyes, you’re already facing your arm, and you’re immediately met with the sight of one of the parasites crawling beneath your skin. A heavy wave of nausea hits you, forcing you to look away before you’re sick.

“What happened?” Octavia demands.

“I don’t know.” Clarke says. “Is there another tent we can go in?”

“Why?” Cooper asks, taking her eyes off the burning tent.

Octavia pales when she sees you on the ground. “Get her up, now!”

Indra and Bellamy work together to pull you to your feet, which work for the first few seconds, until the tops of your thighs begin to tingle, working its way down. By the time you’re halfway to the tent, all feeling is gone, they’re just deadweight attached to your body.

“I can’t feel my legs.” You tell them, Octavia holds open the flaps.

“It must be its venom.” Clarke says. They drop you in a seat, with Indra standing behind you to hold you upright. “Put her arm on the table.” They flatten your arm against the table, putting the parasite on display. “We can’t let it get into her torso.”

You share a panicked look with Octavia. She steps forward, grabbing your free hand, and squeezing it tightly.

“I need you to make a tourniquet out of whatever you can find.” Clarke tells Bellamy. “And get me a med kit.”

“There were dozens of those worms.” Cooper says, standing off to the side. “They must lay their eggs—”

“Enough.” Octavia snaps.

“Thank you! Go!” Clarke yells at her.

“I’m right here.” Octavia squeezes your hand. “Look at me. We got this.”

You shake your head slightly. Clarke begins to wrap a cloth around your upper arm, tying it tightly.

“Will that stop it?” Bellamy asks.

“It’s not for the worm. It’s for the blood.” Clarke pants. The worm must hit the barrier, because it begins to press against it, trying to get past. You squeeze Octavia’s hand tighter, tears appearing in your eyes. “I need a knife now!”

“What are you waiting for?” Octavia asks.

“(Y/n), you gotta stop moving.”

“It fucking hurts.” You say shakily.

“Whatever you’re going to do, do it.” Indra tells Clarke.

“Okay, this is gonna hurt.” Clarke warns, and then she stabs her knife into your arm.

You try to hold your breath, not wanting to scream. White stars on a black background begin to appear within seconds, pressure building in your head. You can feel Octavia squeezing your hand, encouraging you to do it back.

“Clarke? Clarke, you’re gonna lose it.” Bellamy says.

“Like hell I am.” She says, digging around. “I got it! Stay still.”

“Clarke, just pull it out.” Octavia tells her. “She’s going to pass out.��

“Please, if you can hear me, this is an emergency.” A voice comes over Bellamy’s radio.

“I got this. Take it.” Clarke tells him.

Bellamy pulls it out. “Monty, it’s me. Something tells me we got your emergency beat.”

“I doubt that. The prisoners have an eye in the sky on the mothership, and a missile system on their transport ship.” Monty tells him. Bellamy looks up, Octavia grits her teeth.

“Missiles?” Clarke asks.

“They're on their way to you right now. You have to move. Hide somewhere. Take cover.”

“Clarke, get this over with.” You tell her.

“One second.”

“Hide from an eye in the sky? How are we supposed to do that?” Bellamy asks.

“Murphy says we have a friend inside. If he’s right, the eye won’t be watching. You have a window, but you have to move now.” Monty tells him.

Clarke begins to pull, and you watch as this long and fat bug gets pulled out of your arm. The second it’s out, there’s instant relief, but also a painful ache in your muscle from where it had been playing around. The bug begins to screech, Clarke drops the parasite into a thermos, covering the lid.

“Where do we find cover from missiles in the middle of a wasteland?” Indra asks.

Your hand loosens on Octavia’s, her knuckles begin to turn back to their original color. She reaches to push the hair that’s stuck to your forehead, out of your face.

“If they see us retreat, they’ll stand down.” Clarke says.

“You still don’t understand. Wonkru does not retreat.”

“You do if you want to live.” Bellamy says.

“Now is not the time for a debate. Even if we did retreat, the path home puts us in the middle of a sandstorm.” Indra’s got her eyes on Octavia.

She doesn’t care, teeth baring, “Those ruins are not our home.” She grabs onto your shoulder, leaning forward. “That valley is, and we’re taking it back.” She looks at Bellamy. “Get ready to understand.”

Octavia leaves, this time no one follows after her. You’ve managed to get a handle on your breathing, but your hands are shaking so badly that you can’t grab onto anything properly.

“How are you two together but you’re not able to talk sense into her?” Bellamy breaks the silence, looking at you.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” You tell him. “We’re not together.” You raise your eyebrows, motioning in the direction she went. “That’s why I can’t talk to her. She’s afraid of loving me, which is why she can’t value my opinion, Bellamy. And I’ve tried everything to get out of this position, for better and worse, and I get nowhere.”

“How is that possible? In the past—”

“She’s not in the right headspace.” You interrupt Clarke. “That’s what she told me and I’m tired of trying to convince her otherwise. If you want help, you’ll go to Indra. She’ll get Octavia to come to her senses.” You look at Clarke. “Can we please stitch up my arm, now?”

"So you can't get Octavia to listen to you, so you blindly support her?" Bellamy asks.

"Give me a better alternative without having her call me a traitor to Wonkru." You shoot back at him. "Because I am all out tries there, too. You should talk to Indra before it's too late."

Bellamy lets out a sigh, but takes your advice, pushing the flaps out of the way.

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

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beatbot8 · 4 months

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Lexa meets a beautiful, haunted stranger at Octavia and Raven’s wedding.

#lexa #clarke griffin #clexa #clexa fanfic #raven reyes #octavia blake #the 100

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bingbongsupremacy · 1 year

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The Arena

Pairing: Octavia Blake x reader

Warnings:

Summary: Ever since Octavia became Blodriena, things have changed.

*Not Proof Read*

*****

" Has Garret earned his freedom, Blodreina? " Gaia asks loudly.

The crowd waits in anticipation of what Octavia will say.

Octavia glances around the room. " Yes. " She sighs, obviously bored. Octavia stands up, ready to leave the arena. She looks around the room one last time.

Our eyes meet and my heart starts to pound. She blinks and an unfamiliar expression crosses her face. She quickly turns around and leaves, her guards trailing behind her.

I miss the old Octavia. Not Blodreina.

I miss things before we came down here. Everything went to shit as soon as we landed. Everything was fine on the arc. Well as fine as being imprisoned can be. At least we had each other.

We would spend hours talking about random shit. I miss that.

Now I'm lucky to get a glance my way. I feel like she ignores me majority of the time. I don't know why.

I miss the way she licks her lips when she's thinking or the way she cracks her knuckles when she's stressed out.

" Y/N. " A voice drags me out of my thoughts. " Blodreina requests you. " Jack, one of the Wonkru guards steps towards me, waiting for me to stand up.

I nod and follow after him.

Why does she need me? It's been months since we've talked, surely it's a mistake.

Two guards outside of Octavia's room step aside as we approach.

Octavia stands with her back to us. She doesn't bother to turn around as we enter. " Leave us, Jack. "

A shiver runs down my spine. God I missed her voice.

Jack nods and exits the room, shutting the door behind him.

" I was surprised to see you watching the fight today. "

" I wasn't planning on going until I heard Garrett was arrested. "

Octavia turns around, her red robe swishing at her feet. " Oh yes...you're...boyfriend? "

I shake my head and laugh slightly. " No. He's just a friend. "

I watch as Octavia sits down at her desk, gesturing for me to do the same. " I didn't just call you to talk about Garrett. "

I nod. " I figured. What can I do for you, Blodreina? "

Octavia's nose slightly wrinkles.

God she's gorgeous.

" I know you build things and I was wondering if you could build me an arena. " Her arm extends as she hands me a glass of water.

I gently accept the glass of water from her, our hands briefly touching.

My stomach clenches. " An arena? "

Octavia nods, her eyes examining my face. " Yes. An arena. For the fights. Lately they've been getting a little out of...hand. "

Out of hand? Well that's a fucking understatement. People have been running, trying to get away from their impending fates. Weapons have been thrown through the air, nearly hitting observers.

My hands tighten around the glass. " Maybe just stop the fights. " I reply stiffly.

" You know I can't do that. " Octavia's gaze is stern. An argument isn't worth it. She's not budging.

" And you know I won't build a death cage. Octavia, this is isn't right. You're sentencing people to death for petty crimes. We aren't the Arc. We don't have to do things the way our parents did. "

Octavia narrows her eyes. " I wasn't aware you were the new leader. " She leans forward, her face inches from mine. Her voice is laced with anger and frustration. " I wasn't asking. You will do as I say. You will build the arena. I am Blodreina. You don't think I haven't thought through this? Order will not be maintained unless blood is drawn. "

My chest bubbles with anger. She's never talked to me like this. Like she's...better than me. Using her power over me.

I stand up, setting my glass harshly onto the desk in front of me. " Well I guess it's decided then, no matter what I want. I'll build you're arena. Blodreina. "

Octavia's brows twitch slightly at the title but her gaze doesn't falter. " You begin tomorrow. "

I with a nod I turn around and leave. Tomorrow I build a cage of doom.

#the 100 #octavia #octavia blake #fanfic #the 100 x reader #x reader #octavia blake x reader #blodreina #blodreina x reader #fanfiction

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miaemilia · 19 days

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"After losing his entire unit with the exception of his best friend Miller, Bellamy finds himself back home from deployment and at odds with his old life, struggling to find himself in a world that's not the military, and ignoring the obvious signs of what is really going on with him. Clarke owns a therapy ranch in the middle of nowhere that takes on people who need a safe space to recover and heal while getting back on their feet but can Bellamy find it in himself to let go of his automatic distrust in this entitled Princess enough to let her help him?"

#harper mcintyre #john murphy #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke #the 100 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ao3 writer #octavia blake

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vmplvr1977 · 11 months

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Chapter 5 of Whims is posted!!

Fate is a funny thing. Just when you think you have your life planned out, destiny sweeps in and fucks it up. And the worst part? You're helpless to stop it. Like a boat without a rudder or anchor, floating from one end of the ocean to the next with no way to impede or change its direction. Next thing you know, you're stranded on an island with no hope of escape. That is destiny. Or Clarke's, at least.

Sometimes, fate's intervention is for the best. A meet-cute, of sorts, where two people destined to be together, whether as friends or lovers, share a random moment that changes everything. Usually, it is bumping into a stranger and spilling a drink all over their new shirt. Or two people who pass each other only moments apart at the same coffee shop for years before fate finally intervenes.

Clarke's parents had a charming little tale like that. They told it at dinner parties, anniversaries, and family gatherings more times than their daughter could count. But Clarke's first meeting with Lexa was nothing like the rom-coms on TV. Nor was it a tale to share with friends and family without extensive revisions. Still, it was clear that destiny had brought them together, though the reasons remained unclear for some time...

Clarke and Lexa's love was forbidden for many reasons, notably their different natures. Their people had been sworn enemies for centuries. So, by all rights, the wolf and vampire were born to despise one another. But fate doesn't give a damn if its intervention is untimely or unwanted. Destiny blazes its own path without care for the world's rules.

It all began on a particularly gruesome night. The pack was under tremendous pressure after a string of murders within Skaikru's territory had garnered the attention of humans. Skaikru couldn't risk mortals discovering their secret, especially after centuries of carefully integrating into mortal society. So, Clarke's mother and the pack's leader, Abby, ordered her to find the killer and bring them justice as swiftly as possible.

Of course, many assumed the vampires were to blame. Each slaying had occurred near the invisible border that marked Heda's territory. Furthermore, the victims had been exsanguinated with their bodies riddled with bite marks. Naturally, the wolves were eager to place the blame on their oldest enemies.

But they had to be sure before they broke a two-century-long treaty with the Vampire Queen, Heda. Which is why Abby specifically assigned her daughter to lead the hunt. Clarke may be the typical alpha, but she is more intelligent than most and often seeks peaceful solutions before resorting to violence. Furthermore, as a physician, Clarke was better qualified to inspect the crime scenes and sniff out the killer.

Additionally, Abby hoped this special mission would grant Clarke the opportunity to prove herself as the next pack leader. If her mother had known the chaos this assignment might bring, she likely would have chosen another to take Clarke's place. Perhaps if Abby had, her daughter would not have been dragged into a fight with hontas (hunters), nor would she have had the opportunity to fall in love with a bloodsucker.

There were countless times through the following centuries that Abby wished she'd sent anyone but Clarke. But she couldn't have known the mysterious killer had set a trap. Nor did they realize that wolves and vampires were the prey, not the hunters.

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i noticed that there aren't many octavia blake fics. it's either that, or i'm not looking in the right places. if i were to post my fanfics about her, would you guys read them or not???

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itsonlybaby · 5 months

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𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐦. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧﹒

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

was inspired by this song

Monty Green - Arkadia

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ you've been crushing on monty for years now, and you decide it's time to give him a hint, which doesn't go as planned ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: fluff, cursing, sad talk, sfw

"I think you should just tell him," Octavia states, messing with some of the trinkets I kept on my dresser.

We were sitting in my room, which I shared with Monty. He had been my best friend for years so it wasn't weird when we offered to pair our rooms given the limited space since Arkadia crashed.

"I can't just tell him, what if he rejects me?" My fingers ran through my hair, nervously playing with it.

"Then he rejects you, why don't you try flirting with him at least?"

Octavia usually had good advice, and it would've been good. If I knew how to flirt. I hadn't flirted with anyone since I realized my feelings for Monty.

Octavia must've noticed the look of terror on my face, "Relax your eyes, and flutter your eyelashes."

I did as told and she bursted out laughing.

"Don't blink, flutter, make it look effortless." Her advice was confusing but I tried.

"Perfect!" Octavia spoke enthusiastically, earning a smile from me.

"So what should I say?" I ask, still confused about how relaxing my eyes will help me.

Octavia thought momentarily, "Ask him out for a drink!"

I shot up and hugged her tightly, I was grateful to have her for advice like this. She returned the hug.

"Go, I'll be with Lincoln if you need me."

I nodded and smiled brightly before walking off to find Monty, I checked the bar first, then the rovers, and finally found him in the tech room. Of course.

I knocked on the open door and he quickly turned around to check. His hair was in the usually messy side sweep and he wore a guard jacket. I always thought he looked cute in it.

"Hey, Monty," I greeted, walking over to the chair beside him.

Monty quickly reverted his attention to the screen, I had no clue what any of it meant. He tried to teach me a few times but I just never got the gist of it.

"Hey, what did you need?" He asks, eyes still glued to the screen. I was surprised he didn't need glasses yet.

"I was just bored, what are you up to?"

"Just watching how far Raven can get with our new trackers. It was her idea, she's awesome."

It was silly but for some reason, I felt my heart pang at this. Raven was amazing, she was smart and beautiful, and I was silly not to see it before. Monty and Raven are pretty close.

"Yeah, she's amazing," I say, hurt lacing my voice. Monty seemed to into the screen to notice. It was a shame Octavia's advice went to waste.

"I'll get going then," I say, standing up and taking my leave, not waiting for a reply.

I thought about going to Octavia and Lincoln's room but I didn't wanna be a bother, so I ended up at the bar on my third drink.

I had forgotten how much time had passed, the only thing clouding my mind was Monty, how he didn't even seem to care that I left. Was I just misreading his signals?

I can't believe the boy who has been my best friend for years didn't tell me about his feelings for Raven, the boy who's been there for me for years, the boy who seen me at my best and my worst, the boy who comforted me when I was sad, the boy who got sick with me just to take care of me, it was all nothing in the end.

I was finishing up my third cup when I heard a voice from behind me.

"How many have you had?"

A voice I know all too well. Monty.

"Look who it is," I say teasingly, spinning around on the bar stool.

Monty frowns at me, and I feel a little piece of me get sad at myself for making him frown.

"How many?" He asks again, in a more stern tone.

"Three about to be four, Sinclair!" I shout, Monty shaking his head at Sinclair when he appears.

So not fair, he can do whatever he wants but I can't have a few drinks.

"We should get you to bed, it's getting late." Sincerity was evident in his tone. God, why did he have to care? It makes all of this so much harder

Since Sinclair wouldn't serve me drinks anymore I agreed to head back to our room, I hobbled off of the chair, thankful Monty caught me as I almost fell.

The walk to the room was long, partially because I kept randomly stopping and mumbling incoherently but after a few minutes we finally made it.

Opening the door I stumbled in without Monty's help and plopped on the bed, exhaustion and sadness hitting me like a brick.

Monty started taking off my shoes and jacket for me, and I soon felt myself starting to cry uncontrollably. Monty noticed immediately.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

The tears couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried, it was embarrassing ugly crying in front of him.

"Go be with Raven," I say between sobs, trying to calm my breathing.

His face turned to one of confusion, processing what I was saying- or trying to say.

"Raven is with Kyle, I got worried about you so I went to find you." He took my hand into him, rubbing circles on the back of my palm, bringing comfort to me.

"But she's so awesome and smart and beautiful." My sobs started to calm down.

He seemed to understand what I was referencing, his face turned to relief.

"I meant her GPS tracker, Raven is cool but," Monty hesitated, "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've seen." He gave me a small smile and searched my eyes.

A wave of red crashed on my cheeks, now becoming aware of the situation, thank god I still had some alcohol in my system.

"I really wanna kiss you," I spoke softly, my eyes staring at his lips, it was his turn to blush now.

I started to lean in until our lips met in a sweet kiss. Every worry I had before now faded with one simple kiss.

I pulled away with a small, cheeky smile. Pure joy replaced every ounce of sadness I had before. My smile was returned.

"Does this mean I can kiss you whenever I want?" Monty asked, a goofy smile on his face.

"Whenever you want." I giggled.

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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lumenalumia · 3 months

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"They tell the hundred to avoid the pink hornet mosquitos. Bellamy drills that it’s a near death experience so he’s not asked too many questions about it, and Clarke parrots how critical it is to remove the stinger as soon as possible after being stung."

My Prof said: Write a piece of fan fiction in response to one of your favourite science fiction narratives (literary or otherwise). For example, you can create • an alternative ending, • a new narrative perspective to retell a section of the original text, • a new segment that you think would enhance the original narrative, • some other creative variation.

So I happily delivered and wrote some fanfic after being out of the groove since 2017! Also, so happy to write Bellarke like this fandom needs the most therapy after all of that man... no words.

love y'all and hope you enjoy!

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s1ater · 1 year

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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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Red Sky At Morning - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-Six

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (07/03/2024)

Summary: The group followed the map drawn in Lincoln's book to the sea but found no one there. Or so they thought. It wazsn't until night that the grounders they were looking for came for them and brought them to the one and only, Luna. But she wouldn't easily be convinced to help them, if she would be at all.

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 13 "Join or Die"; episode 14 "Red sky at morning"), same title as episode 14/ancient rhyme used by Sailors "Red sky at night, sailor's delight/Red sky at morning, sailor take warning"; fluff/romance, angst, a little blood, some violence

“It’s been an hour since we passed the airplane wreckage.” Jasper noted, following the map drawn on a double page in Lincoln’s notebook. The drawing was especially faithful, and Michelle was impressed by the Grounder’s skills. They wouldn’t have as much trouble driving around through the forest if he were still alive, but they didn’t have time to think in what if. “Seeing as we are using a map without any distances, it could be days before we reach Luna’s village.”

“At least we know we’re going in the right direction.” Bellamy retorted, focused on the road as he drove the Rover, Clarke in the passenger seat next to him. The confrontation with Emerson could have been messier, they were all there sitting at the back of the vehicle, except for Raven, Harper and Miller who stayed back. Michelle was slumped, staring into space while listening to the conversation quietly.

“We’re running out of daylight. We should stop in the sun, recharge the battery.”

“What sun? We keep going until it dies.” Clarke wasn’t wrong. One look through the window was enough to see the dark grey sky. It rained cats and dogs the whole time and stopped not that long ago. The trees were wet, their foliage and branches drooping under the weight of the water that fallen on them and gathered in the creases of the leaves, weighing down the wood.

“We keep going until we get to Luna.” Octavia chimed in. Both Clarke and Michelle gave the girl a look out of the corner of their eyes while thunder sounded in the distance and rain started falling heavily again. Octavia was understandably bitter at the whole situation, and no one really said anything. Jasper then flipped the notebook’s pages and showed another drawing to Octavia; a portrait of a woman with a thick head of hair. Her gaze, even as a drawing, was striking and severe. Octavia confirmed that it was the Luna in question.

“What do you think she’s gonna say when we show up to put an A.I. in her head?” Jasper asked sarcastically.

“Lincoln said she helps those that are in trouble. She’ll help us too.” Octavia declared. The three at the back were shaken when Bellamy suddenly pulled the car to a full stop, tires screeching in the muddy path. As she was slouched, Michelle slid off her seat and leaned on it to stand up, bending forward to peek out of the windshield while Jasper and Octavia kept talking about Luna and whether or not she would help.

“Backtrack.” Bellamy said in a low voice. Trees had fallen because of the thunder and were lying right across the road, blocking the way. “We’ll find somewhere where the trees aren’t so bad. Hey!” Octavia opened the backdoor and jumped out of the Rover. She wasn’t going to wait around and decided without a word that the whole ground would continue on foot. They all got out of the vehicle, following her in the rain. Michelle took off her father’s jacket, still wearing hers underneath, and put it over her head too keep dry. Jasper glanced at her after noticing she had two.

She shrugged, “What? I got mine and my dad’s, gotta make use of it.” He shrugged as well, nodding. While the others started running off, he rose his voice.

“Anyone hear the part where I said it could be days?”

“Stop.” Octavia stopped in her tracks, raising her hand. Water was rushing loudly nearby, and she looked around. She turned to Clarke. “you hear that?”

“Water.” The two girls took off and Bellamy still tried to warn them about whoever they could run into. Whoever might be there, they could indeed be hostile for all they knew. Michelle’s jacket fell down her head and onto her shoulders and she found herself too lazy to put it back up, and it was useless anyway, the rain had stopped already. One minute it was pouring, the other barely a few drops crashing on their scalps.

“They’re not hostile. Put the guns down.” Octavia then claimed, looking at her brothers before continuing to walk away. Michelle was standing next to him as Jasper joined the girls, her dad’s jacket resting on her shoulders as if it were a cloak when Bellamy put a hand on her backa dn they started running after their friends, going down the river cutting through the forest. They reached the sea a minute later, fog hanging over the body of water, but no village. It was silent, no more thunder either. Looking around, they saw a piece of land with piles of rock set up in a circle. Octavia checked the notebook. The stone circle was drawn on it, but there wasn’t any Grounder village. Maybe their village was further into the sea and not visible from shore. She ran to the stones, followed by the rest of the group.

“Isn’t a village. It’s just a bunch of rocks.”

“No shit.” Michelle said under her breath, slipping her arms back into her dad’s jacket’s sleeves now that they stopped running around.

“She’s gone.” Clarke said, desperate. Michelle then voiced her assumption, that the village was out in the sea, but it still didn’t help them figure out what to do now. Clarke turned around, following their gaze as they watched Octavia walk to the edge and kneel, leaning on the rocks as she let out a scream. The rest of them just looked at each other in a heavy silence. Eventually, they decided on making a fire. Bellamy was walking back and forth, bringing wood. Clarke stood up.

“It’ll be dark soon. We need to talk about what we’re gonna do.”

“We waitr until first light, and then we split up and search the shore in both directions.” Octavia declared without taking her eyes off of what she was doing, rubbing two long sticks together trying to start the fire, panting with the effort. When she saw a sparkle, she leaned forward and blew on it. A white smoke grew from it. She careful moved it to the pieces of wood set up at the center of the stone circle and kept blowing on it with Jasper. The fire then spread and grew over the wood. It was at least one good thing done.

“I agree. Lincoln wouldn’t have put this spot on the map unless it was important.”

“Yeah, if their village is out in the sea, maybe they come to check this spot to see if there’s anyone, and with the fire, hopefully they’ll see we’re here trying to make contact.” Michelle added, looking at Bellamy. He bent forward, picking up the notebook as she spoke and Octavia smacked his hand, urgning him to not touch it. He kept quiet for a second before crouching down. Clarke then agreed with her friend and the two moved closer to Jasper, on the other side of the fire while Bellamy attempted to talk to his sister, who was just ignoring him.

“Come on, O. How long?”

“I don’t know. I can’t even look at you…” She indeed avoided looking at him while she cracked some sticks, adding them to fuel the fire znd keep it going. She spoke through gritted teeth, staring at the flames, “because every time I do, I see Pike putting that gun to Lincoln’s head. I hear the gunshot. I see him fall.”

“I didn’t kill Lincoln.”

“No, but he is dead because of you.” She stood up, her tone rising with anger. Michelle, Clarke and Jasper were crouched by the fire, trying not to stare at the two siblings but it was obviously a little akward to be there in silence, in front of such a conversation.

“I came to you. You didn’t take my help. If you had just trusted me, I…” She threw her wood on the ground, and it fell, the pieces clattering against each other as she seemingly gave up talking to him, crouching down again. Clarke and Michelle stood up, looking at Bellamy walking away along the shore, alone. Jasper sighed and threw something in the fire, which turned the flame a weird shade of green.

“What did you just do?” Octavia enquired.

“Nothing. I just threw these in the fire.” He held a branch in his hand. Octavia stared at it as if she had just thought of something and picked up Lincoln’s book at her feet. She found a piece of a branch of the same tree in between some of the pages.

“Ugh. Signal fire. He was trying to tell us. Michelle, you were right. They must be watching this place, waiting for that signal. This is how we contact Luna.”

“I’ll get more.” He threw one more bit into the flames and ran around to get others. The three girls smiled at the discovery but Clarke and Michelle both looked over their shoulders at Bellamy, still walking away in the distance.

“Should we leave him alone or should I…?” Michelle wondered quietly. Clarke motioned for her to go after him, adding that she would join them later. Michelle didn’t plan on trying to talk to him about his situation with his sister, he wouldn’t like that. She wouldn’t like it if he tried to come up to her to if she was in such a situation with her father, which she used to, back when she was with Murphy and he knew it wasn’t his place to really say anything, and right now it was basically the same. It wasn’t exactly her place to try to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do. He gave her a glance when he noticed her approach as he just stood there, facing the open sea, his arms crossed. She just tried to give him a smile as she sat down on a rock and his face relaxed a little. Michelle closed her eyes, the strands of hair falling along her face and stuck under her jacket, blown by the breeze, the sea wind caressing her skin. Her arms wrapped around her knees, she let her mind wander and lose itself in her memories. her mind quickly spiralled out of control, and she couldn't think about anything but how much she was worried about her father in Polis. She had a bad feeling. Her face reflected her trouble and her brows furrowed, her lips tightening. She rested the side of her face on her knees, looking at Bellamy and the forest sideways.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly.

“I’m fine.” He, at first, responded quite harshly, though she obviously didn’t take offense. His eyes wandered back to the fire where his sister still was. She straightened up, looking up at him. It was easy to tell he was saddened by how downhill his relationship with Octavia went, and there was no one but himself to blame. He did choose to side with Pike and let the latter get to his head. He almost lost any chance of Michelle and him ever being a thing as well. He looked at her, his eyes glossy, widened in fear that the damage he did to their relationship was undoable. “Michelle, I think I’ve lost her.”

“Give her time, Bellamy.” She stood up, facing him, her hand softly holding his arm as she gave him a compassionate look. “She’s gonna need lots of it. And there may be blood on your hands, but it’s not Lincoln’s. That was Pike.”

“He did it because of me. I let him.” He slightly shook his head, glancing at the fire, his eyes getting glossier as he struggled to keep the tears at bay.

“Pike wouldn’t do something just because of you. You didn’t want that to happen. You tried to stop it. Octavia will forgive you eventually…” He looked away from her as a tear rolled along his cheek and randomly glanced at the forest behind him to try to hide it. Michelle frowned in concern, taking a heavy breath and turning his face back to her with her hand, wiping away the tear with her hand holding his cheek. “Question is, will you forgive yourself?”

“Forgiveness is hard for us.” His eyes were wet, and his bottom lip quivered as he looked at the fire again. She followed his gaze and saw Octavia stare at them before turning around and walk away, a plank of wood under her arm.

“I’m not Octavia but, I get it.” Her hand slid off his face and rested on his shoulder. He watched her attentively as she spoke. “It took me weeks to forgive my dad – for something he wasn’t even responsible for but anyway… took me some time to forgive you for choosing the wrong side too. But what did it for me was that both my dad and you showed that you were sorry for whatever happened, whatever you did... And I grew to love my dad, I didn’t wanna be mad anymore, and I—” Michelle cut herself off, looking into the distance, towards the sea. She pursed her lips, pressing them against each other. She knew what she wanted to say outloud and maybe it was the right time. With a sigh, briefly closing her eyes before looking back at him, she added; “I love you.” But she quickly went on to say something else, a little embarrassed by her confession which was ironic since they did already kiss and sleep together a few times, “Your sister loves you too, Bellamy. She will forgive you, give it time. She’s angry but one day, she won’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“Michelle.” His brows furrowed sadly as a couple more tears fell from his eyes, and he turned his head to wipe them off with his fist. She gently held his face and drew him into a kiss. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly and buried her face in her hair and she in his neck as he whispered to her ear, “I love you too.”

“Could you have imagined, when we landed on the ground, that we would say stuff like this?” He chuckled, a sob breaking through his laugh as he held her tighter. She didn’t exactly remember how she felt about him in the beginning, but she remembered she didn’t really like him. He was somewhat cocky and acted so sure of himself, but she smiled, remembering it was him who showed her how to use a gun, though she did have beforehand knowledge on those weapons. She had no knowledge of what it was like to love someone like this, but now she did, and she only had him to thank for it. Her lips quivered, thinking of her father out of the blue but she was way more worried than she would ever admit out loud. It wasn’t just a bad feeling. She was terrified to find out whether he took the chip, and whether she would have to kill him which she wouldn’t be able to do so, if no one killed him, he would kill her, because of Alie’s grasp over him and the fact she would never take the chip. She held Bellamy tighter as well, feeling like she had already lost her father. She was getting ahead of herself too much and she knew it, but she couldn’t help but let her mind spiral. She would keep it to herself for now, it didn’t feel the right time to draw attention to her own troubles.

They were staring off into the distance, standing in the dark of night, still on the shore, when Clarke finally joined them. The trio began to talk about Octavia again and Clarke thought the same as Michelle, she would forgive him if he gave her enough time. They talked about when Clarke left them, how angry he felt but that he didn’t want to feel this way anymore and what Michelle said earlier seemed to clock in. As they were comforting each other, saying they were there for each other, Bellamy turned his head towards the sea and alerted them when he saw figures stick out the water. They were taken by surprise, tackled to the ground forcefully, grunting. Michelle felt warmth around her eyebrow and felt the blood drip on her eylid. She had been slammed on the sand so hard, her face hit a rock, but it was better than the concussion she got the last time she hit her head. The strangers put something on their mouth before tying and gagging them and bringing them back to the fire, where a few other of them were holding at gunpoint, but with crossbows. Octavia and Jasper held their hands up while the three others were forced on their knees. The Grounder addressed Octavia in trigedasleng. From what Michelle made out of it, it sounded like questions.

“Why should we give you safe passage?” The man then asked in English.

“Lincoln.” He glanced at his companions upon hearing the Grounder’s name. “He sent us.” He then spoke again in their language and the people standing behind Bellamy, Michelle and Clarke removed their gags and frees them.

“What’s going on?” Bellamy questioned in a whisper. Octavia had no idea either. The Grounder took a few steps towards her and handed her something.

“What is that?” Clarke asked.

“Safe passage.” He said as he gave one to each of them.

“Octavia, wait.” Bellamy rose his voice when his sister drank whatever it was in the little vial. Her only response was that she trusted Lincoln, and the Grounder that gave them those specified that if she was the only one to agree to drink this, she would be the only one to go. Michelle was the first to follow her lead and drink the content in one go. Bellamy repeated himself, grabbing her arm too late, she had already drunk. The two girls looked at each other, Michelle knew she was feeling this same weird way as she did. She felt all her strength gradually leave her body. Her vision got blurry as she fought to stay up but when she took a step to balance her weight on her feet, her knee bent and her leg way under her and she collapsed to the sand, her head turned towards Bellamy as he caught her in her fall. His face was the last thing she saw before it went dark.

She frowned, awakened by a ray of sunlight, and leaned on her hand to sit up. The others had woken up too, and everyone was looking around in complete confusion, having no idea where they had ended up. They were locked in a large, rusted container, and sunrays penetrated through holes in the metal here and there. Their guns were gone, and Octavia realized she didn’t have her sword anymore. She banged on the wall and soon after, whether or not it was related, the doors at the end of the container opened, blinding the group for a moment as a woman entered, her face hidden at first as she stood against the light but it quickly became clear that it was Luna that was in front of them.

“Where’s Lincoln?”

“Lincoln is dead.” Octavia told her.

“Lincoln said that you would help us.” Clarke stepped in.

“Did he?”

“Luna, you’re the last of your kind, the last nightblood.”

“So Lexa’s dead as well.”

“Her spirit has chosen you to become the next commander. Titus entrusted me with the flame to give to you.”

“Then he should have told you that I left my conclave swearing to never kill again.”

“You don’t have to kill. To lead is your birthright. How you lead is your choice. Here.” She stepped towards Luna, holding the small box in which she kept the flame and handed it over to her. She carefully brought her hands to her to observe the small object.

“I recognize the sacred symbol, but what is that?”

“This is the flame that holds the spirits of the commanders, of Lexa. Will you take it and become the next commander?” They all hung on Luna’s lips, waiting for her answer, hoping she would take it. The suspenseful silence was broken by her negative answer as she rolled Clarke’s fingers over the flame and pushed her fist away upon her refusal. They couldn’t believe they had come all this way for it to be over so quickly. Clarke glanced at her friends before running after Luna, calling out to her. She didn’t stop or turn back to them and just walked away. It was the group who stopped in their tracks, looking around in bewilderment. They were on a huge platform, an oil rig like the one Michelle saw on pictures, in the middle of the ocean.

“Everywhere I looked, there were fins. And teeth. And blood. I knew if they saw me, I’d be next, so I just floated there, waiting, praying they’d swim on.” Michelle stared into space listening with one ear the girl reading poetry in the hall of the Oil Rig. None of them was really paying attention. They were waiting, hoping for Luna to agree to help them and take the flame. A door opened and she entered.

“She’s here. Maybe she changed her mind.” Bellamy told the group, Clarke, Michelle and him standing up to go meet with her.

“The boats return at nightfall. Then you leave. Forever.”

“Luna, let us explain—” Clarke was cut off by the Grounder.

“I said no.”

“No, you need to hear this.” Bellamy stepped in front of her. She eventually looked at him. “There’s something out ther that is going to destroy us all.”

“Whatever it is, it can’t reach us here.” She walked pasted the trio and went to Octavia, telling her they needed to talk. Jasper took it as his cue to leave and got up, leaving the two women. Once Luna left, they returned to sit beside Octavia, having to wait it out since she was so against taking the flame and coming with them. In the distance, Jasper was chatting with the girl who recited poetry a moment ago.

“Jasper’s actually smiling.” Bellamy noted. He followed Clarke’s gaze as she looked at Luna, cuddling with her lover against the wall.

“Clarke. Let it go.” The latter glanced over at her best friend and shook her head.

“We can’t just leave.”

“It’s not like we have much of a choice.” Octavia added, fidgeting with a tiny piece of wood.

“Maybe we do.”

“What are you talking about?” Bellamy enquired.

“I’m talking about putting this into her head without asking.”

“Clarke, we can’t do this.” Michelle leaned towards her.

“We can fight and go back to Arkadia. We arm up.” He added, agreeing with his girlfriend.

“Fight who?” She questioned. “It’s an army of our own people. I don’t like this any more than you do. But if Raven’s right, and the code on this thing can stop Alie…” Two Grounders came in shouting in their native language; She paused, glancing over her shoulder before turning her head back to her friends, looking a little hopeless. “Give me a better idea.”

“We’ll stay here. It’s the only way they’ll leave you alone with her.” Bellamy concluded. As Clarke was about to stand up, she was briefly stopped by Octavia addressing her.

“Even Alie gives people a choice.”

“We gave Luna a choice. She said no.” He shrugged, exchanging a glance with Michelle and Clarke, nodding at one another before the blonde finally got up and walked away. They met up again once it was dark, and dark it was out in the open sea. Aside from the light of the moon shining on the waves, and a few spotlights on the rig, it was pitch black out there and the whole oil rig was dead silent, as everyone was asleep. They were being led back to the container in which they awakened this morning as they were going to be brought back to shore. Luna was waiting for them by the container. Jasper wasn’t with the group and according to Clarke, he was saying goobye to his new friend, not that Michelle cared much what he was doing right now. They opened the doors and a group of Grounders stepped out.

“Sorry, Cap. You gotta take them back.” She turned to them. “You get your weapons once you land.”

“Inside.” While Clarke tried to ask Luna about the flame since the later took it from her after she tried to forcibly put it in her neck, the others were pushed inside the container. They didn’t try to fight, it was pointless. They failed at convincing Luna and now they could only leave this place. Michelle’s thoughts were already, and as always, on going to Polis to check on her dad. She was anxious to find out whether he took the chip or not and what would be left of him. This was her main concern at the moment. Then suddenly, the Grounders that walked out of the container started attacking everyone outside, stabbing and grunting and slammed the doors shut, trapping the group in the dark. Michelle was quick to understand they had somehow been infected by Alie as she came to realize they attacked shortly after Luna pulled out the flame to show Clarke.

“They’re locking us in.” Octavia exclaimed, alarmed. Clarke started banging on the wall and shouting, eager to find out what was going on.

“They took the flame. Soemhow, while they were on land, they took the chip. Luna’s safe haven is compromised now.” Michelle said with a sigh.

“Yeah. Alie’s here.” Bellamy added, agreeing with her. Clarke looked at them, speechless, not knowing what to do, or how to get out of there. They had no weapon, nothing to free themselves while Alie’s minions tried to take over the oil rig. They only had a flashlight. Holding it in front of her, Octavia walked around the container while Bellamy tried to nudge the doors open.

“How did Alie even find this place?” Octavia wondered, kicking in the wall with anger.

“There was a drone at Niylah’s. She must’ve followed us looking for the Flame and now she has it.” Sat on the floor, Michelle looked at him while Clarke was frowning, her gaze staring into space. “She’s gonna put the AI in Luna.”

“She’d have to chip her first. If Luna’s chipped before she gets the AI, Alie’s gonna know everything. We’ll never be able to stop her. We can’t let that happen.” She sprung up on her feet and walked with a determined step towards the door, banging on it and shouting. Everyone ended up just sitting down in silence, trying to wait it out, or wait for someone to come open the door. There was nothing they could do from the inside. They were locked up, end of story.

“This place was safe until we got here.” Octavia spoke, flashing her light at the wall, up and down, aimlessly. They had no idea how long it had been, but they all turned their heads instantly and got on their feet when they heard the lock clancked against the door, meaning someone was messing with it. The door opened and they jogged outside, thinking it was Jasper who freed them, only for them to find the girl he was chatting with, gasping on the ground with an arrow in her shoulder. Clarke kneeled by her side and the girl tried to speak.

“Machine room… B level…” then she gave her final breath and they left her there, unable to do anything else. She was dead. Michelle gave her a horrifief glance out of the corner of her eyes, looking at the blood covering hre mouth and chin. It reminded her of when she had been infected with that weird blood fever back at the dropship, months ago. Or when she had her hands slashed, and her leg pierced through with a drill. She had had her share of her own bloodshed, but it was still not something she liked to see. They ran through the rig and got to their destination. Octavia ignored her brother’s warning, telling her to be careful and ran inside the machine room. They found Luna, on the ground, holding her lover, her other hand around the handle of a knife plunged into the man’s chest. Jasper was hanged by his wrist on the other side of the room. Two other grounders, those that came on the rig chipped were dead. A young girl was curled up near one of the bodies, she’d probably been used to pressure Luna into accepting the chip or something like that. Bellamy went to check on her while Michelle and Octavia cut Jasper down, and Clarke went to Luna, who let out a bloodcurling cry when her partner let out his final breath. Michelle felt her pain and looked at her, her mouth frowned slightly, her lips twitching. She was wailing, holding his body close to her, her face distorted by the heartbreak and grief, caressing his face and apologizing for what she had to do while sobbing.

Once she somewhat calmed down, the whole lot of the Oil Rig’s inhabitant gathered for the funeral ceremony. Michelle, Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia and Jasper were standing there in a corner. They had to wait for Luna to come to them when she was done.

“Any of them could be chipped, and we’d never know.” Bellamy whispered, her eyes glazing over the room.

“If they are, they’ll make their move before we put the Flame in Luna. Stay sharp.” Clarke watched as Luna came towards them, accompanied with another girl.

“The ceremony is about to begin.”

“I’m so sorry. But now you see what we’re facing. An enemy who will do anything to win. She won’t stop until she had everyone.”

“People I love died today. Needlessly, by my hand. I can’t let that happen.” Luna looked down at the Flame, held in between her fingers. She turned her back to them, facing everyong in the room. They all stood up, cups in their hands. The group had been giving cups too. “As we prepare to give our brothers and sisters to the sea, we honor their lives.” They spoke in their native language in unison, and everyone drank from their cups quietly. Luna turned back to them.

“I we’re gonna do this, we have to hurry. Alie will send reinforcements. We have to find some place private to perform the Ascencion.” Luna stared at her with an impassible face.

“You believe that to defeat an enemy who will stop at nothing, you must stop at nothing. How is that different than blood must have blood?” As she spoke, Michelle slightly frowned and squinted her eyes. For some reason, her mind felt clouded, and she began to have trouble on what was being said, looking into space, trying to focus her eyes. She took a step to the side as her sight began to sway, or maybe it was her body. She raised her hand, trying to reach for Bellamy’s shoulder and he grabbed her arm, catching her as she fell, but ended up collapsing in turn, his arm stretched out under her head. Their cups had broken to pieces on the ground. She opened her eyes and sat up with a start, a little disorientated still. Bellamy was already awake, walking around with his weapon in hand, watching over the others, still passed out. She put a hand to her eyebrow, the little cut that she had gotten after hitting her head on a rock before being transported to the Rig, had been stitched. Well, she was at least thankful for that. Her eyes went on the hand held out in front of her and looked up to Bellamy as she grabbed his hand and he pulled her on her feet. Movements caught their eye, and they glanced over at Clarke who woke up, checking the box put in her hand, to see if the Flame was inside. They exchanged a nod and kept on walking to the shore while Octavia and Jasper came back to their senses as well. They failed to convince Luna. And they were now back to square one.

“Now what?” He asked, turning his head to Clarke as all five of them stood in line, in front of the sea, clueless as to what to do. Michelle had her sight set on Polis, and getting news from her father, after being separated from him for three days. She had to chase away her bad feeling and keep hopeful that he was still alive and well.

[To be continued…]

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