#p: octavia x bellamy

[misscherry-26]

I saw you were taking requests for Bellamy Blake and I haddd to send one in!! Could you please write a lil spice fic, where they’re in the woods and get in a fight or sum n he js suddenly kissss her. Thank you twin!!

Unspoken Feelings

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Author's Note: Hi!!! Thank you so much for this!! My first request for Bellamy Blake. Oh the things I felt while working on this...👀 By the way I had to make a few changes, this is my most polished draft, haha. I'm so excited to share it, though I don't know how good I did with the spicy. I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting. ❤️

There could be grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.

He really thinks he’s the leader, the king of the earth. Self-centered egoist of a man. He can go fuck himself. You think as you walk through the woods in search of the plant that Clarke needs for Finn, who was attached by the grounder that kidnapped Octavia.

They managed to get him to the ship, but now he was struggling for his life. The problem was that the knife he was stabbed with was infected. Bellamy and his group got the grounder and tortured him to get information. Of course he refused to give it, that until Octavia threatened him to harm herself with the poisoned knife. Finn would live, but Clark needed more medicinal plants for him.

But of course, Bellamy Blake had to give his ultimatum that no one would leave the camp, no after realizing that you aren’t the only survivors of earth. He could care less about saving people, but you for sure didn’t. You don’t know Finn completely but, he deserves to live.

Since the ship landed on Earth, You and Bellamy have been at each other’s throat every single moment. It’s like you are locked in a never-ending battle, a constant clash of wills. Every decision he makes seems to deliberately oppose yours, every step he takes is a challenge to your very presence. He thrives in the chaos, you can see it in the way he strides trough camp, shoulders squared, head held high, daring anyone to question him. His motto—whatever the hell we want—rings in your ears like a taunt, a reckless mantra you can’t ignore. He embodies it with every decision, with every command he gives without caring for the consequences.

When he encouraged the others to rip off their bracelets, you felt the sting of frustration burning through your veins. To him it was a bold declaration of independence from the Ark, but to you, it was a hasty move to those above thinking Earth wasn’t livable.

And then, there was the Grounder. The way he’d dragged the man into camp, beaten and bloodied, as if his very existence was a crime that needed punishing. You left the room when he ordered the torture, convinced that brute force was the only answer. The look in his eyes then—cold, calculating, determined—was a look that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

He’s always there, hiding on the edges of your vision, challenging you. It’s infuriating, the way he dismisses anything resembling compromise or collaboration as weakness, how he scoffs at your attempts to hold onto something resembling order or morality.

Yet, there’s something in his attitude —something in the way he glances at you, a flicker of underdetermination, a tension that thrums between you like a wire. It’s in the way he steps closer when you argue, his body taut, like he’s gearing up for a fight he both craves and dreads. You feel it too—the tightness in your chest, the burn of frustration that’s more than just anger, something deeper, more complicated. You don’t know whether you want to scream at him or—

But no, you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he gets under your skin.

You take a look at the sky losing its light with each minute that it passes.

Taking a deep breath, you continue.

After what feels like hours of searching, you finally spot the familiar shape of the plant you’re looking for. You remember the details Clark gave you. Crouching down you carefully pull a small bag from your pocket. You work quickly, plucking the plants and stuffing them into the bag, your movements precise and purposeful.

But then—a sudden rustling, a low whisper of movement through the leaves nearby. Your heart stutters, and your breath catches in your throat.

Instinct takes over. You drop low, pressing yourself against the cold ground, hiding behind the broad leaves of the plant. Grounders, maybe.

They could be watching, waiting.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, listening for the sound of footsteps, for the snap of a twig or the rustle of leaves that would betray their presence. But instead, you hear a low chuckle—soft, mocking, and far too familiar.

Your eyes snap open, and you whip around, breath catching in your chest.

There, arms on his waist, is Bellamy. His eyes, dark and sharp, are fixed on you like a predator who has found his prey. His brows are drawn together, the muscles in his neck tense, and there's a fire in his gaze that blazes hotter than any annoyance you've seen before.

“I see you like to test my patience, Princess.” His deep voice cuts through the silence, pulling your gaze upward. He's standing right in front of you.

You get up immediately, your breathing and muscles relaxing at the notice that you are not in danger.

“What are you doing here?” You ignore his previous comment, turning around and continuing on getting more plants.

“I remember telling everyone to not leave camp, and that includes you too, you know? There’s no special treatment here.” You hear him from behind.

“I wasn’t going to sit around. Clark needs this for Finn.”

“He’s stable enough; we don’t need anyone else getting hurt over this.” Bellamy insists, his tone sharp.

You clench your teeth and turn. “Look, I couldn’t care less what you think. I don’t go by your rules.”

Bellamy scoffs and grabs your arm. You let go of his grasp as soon as he starts walking.

“Don’t touch me!”

Bellamy watches you, wondering why you are being stubborn right now. Hell, he even wonders why he came here for the first place. Was he worried about you? Why did he come here? He questions himself. Bellamy’s mind races, battling with the tangled web of his feelings. He’s been fighting to keep everyone safe, to enforce rules that seem cold but necessary, and yet, here he is, breaking his own rule because of you.

Truth is, you have been nothing but a burden to him every single day since they put a foot on earth. Your defiance, your refusal to follow orders, your reckless bravery—all of it has been a thorn in his side. Every day, you challenged his authority and decisions, and yet, despite all the friction, despite the constant arguments and the resentment, there’s something about you that pulls at him.

He can’t quite distinguish it, but it’s there—a magnetic pull that makes him question his own motives and feelings. It’s in the way you stand up for what you believe in, even when it puts you at risk. It’s in the fire and determination in your eyes, something that resonates with him on a deeper level than he’s willing to admit.

The frustration he feels is braided with an unspoken admiration, a bittering respect that complicates his emotions even further. Bellamy is torn between his duty and the sudden impulses of something else—something he can’t easily define or control. It’s a vulnerability he hasn’t allowed himself to explore, and it confuses him.

All he knows is that despite the danger and the defiance, he can’t seem to turn his back on you. His frustration is laced with a deeper, more complex emotion that makes him question why he’s so determined to keep you safe.

He thought you would be this scared of everyone and everything type of girl, but you prove him all the opposite.

“Let’s go back—”

“I won’t.” You cut him off, not giving him a chance to say anything. You turn again and continue with your job.

Of course, you hoped that he would go and leave you alone. You hoped.

Next thing you know, your feet aren’t touching the ground and you are being lifted up by him. A few leaves escape your grasp, so you make sure to close the bag.

“Let me go!” You protest.

“Stop screaming, you are putting us in danger” He doesn’t listen to your request, instead he walks back to camp.

You scoff, moving frantically. “If you cared so much about safety, you wouldn’t be carrying me off like I’m just another pack to you!”

Bellamy's jaw clenches, and he stops abruptly, eyes scanning the surrounding woods.

“You’re the one making noise,” he retorts, setting you down but not releasing his grip entirely. “Keep quiet or—”

You hear it then—a rustling of leaves, far too close, far too deliberate. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s not just the wind. Bellamy stiffens beside you, his grip on your arm tightening reflexively.

For a split second, your eyes meet, and you both know: the Grounders.

“Run,” he whispers, urgency dripping from the word.

But there’s no time to argue. You both take off, feet pounding against the damp earth, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The sounds behind you grow closer—footsteps, which makes your heart race even faster.

Up ahead, you spot a dark opening—a cave, half-hidden by foliage. You yank Bellamy toward it without thinking, and for once, he doesn’t resist. Both dive inside, pressing against the cold rock. The cave is narrow, suffocating, but it’s cover.

Outside, you hear the murmurs and footsteps of the Grounders drawing near. You hold your breath, every muscle tense. Bellamy’s hand is still around your wrist, and you can feel his pulse racing just as fast as yours.

“We’re not going anywhere until it clears. We need to stay inside.” he mutters, barely audible.

Bellamy presses a hand against the small of your back, steering you deeper into the cave, his touch firm, almost commanding. You feel the heat of his palm through your shirt, and it sends a jolt of anger through you.

“Get your hand off me.” You snap, jerking away from his touch. But the cave is too narrow, and he doesn't give you much space to maneuver.

His jaw tightens, and he steps even closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. “I’m trying to keep you from getting killed.”

You dig your heels in, resisting just to spite him. “I don’t need you to save my life, Bellamy.”

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it—just a sharp, bitter edge. “You think I want to be stuck here with you? Trust me, Princess, this is the last place I want to be.”

You whirl around, stepping closer, your chest brushing against his, both of you too angry to care. “Then why are you here?” you fire back, your voice louder than you intended. “Why do you always have to control everything? Who made you the boss of me?"

His hand, still on your back, clenches into a fist, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away.

“Maybe because I’m trying to keep you alive!” he spits out, his face inches from yours, his breath hot. “You are always doing this—taking risks, getting in my way. Do you have a death wish?”

Your heart pounds in your chest, anger flaring into something more intense. “No, but maybe you do,” you whisper fiercely. “Coming out here, risking your life for someone you supposedly can’t stand. What is it, Bellamy? Why do you even care?”

He grits his teeth, and you see something flicker in his eyes—a momentary crack in his armor. “I don’t!” he snaps, but his voice lacks conviction, faltering on the last word.

“Liar,” you accuse, stepping even closer, your forehead nearly touching his. “If you didn’t care, you’d have let me go. You wouldn’t have come after me, wouldn’t have—”

His grip tightens on your arm, and his other hand moves to your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. “You think you know everything, don’t you?” His voice is low, almost a growl. “You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

You tilt your chin defiantly, eyes blazing. “Why don’t you just admit it? All this, you’re not really angry. You’re scared. Scared of what might happen if you lose control. Scared of what it means if something happens to m—"

But he doesn’t let you finish. In the blink of an eye, he’s on you, lips crashing against yours with a force that takes your breath away. The kiss is rough, almost bruising, a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something desperate. You freeze for a moment, caught off guard, before the shock melts into anger again, and you shove against his chest.

He doesn’t pull back. Instead, he presses you harder against the cold, cave wall, his body flush against yours. His hands move up, one sliding to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while his mouth claims yours with a furious intensity, like he’s trying to silence every word, every protest.

Your heart is racing, your thoughts a tangled mess. You should push him away again, should shove him back and yell in his face, but instead, you find yourself kissing him back just as fiercely, your hands fisting in his shirt. It’s like all the anger, all the arguments have boiled over into this—this raw, heated clash of mouths and tongues.

When you finally pull apart, both of you are panting, breaths coming fast, and his forehead rests against yours, his eyes still dark with emotion.

“Why do you care?” you whisper again, but this time your voice is softer, less certain.

His thumb brushes your cheek, and his gaze is intense, almost searching. “I don’t know,” he mutters, but there’s something vulnerable in his tone, something that makes your heart ache even as your anger simmers beneath the surface.

“Maybe I’m frustrated…so damn frustrated because—” He hesitates, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “—because you’ve got a way of getting under my skin, and it’s driving me crazy. But yeah, there it is. I’m worried. Happy?”

His lips are so close you can feel his breath on your skin, and for a moment, it’s like the whole world has narrowed to just the two of you, trapped together in this cave, trapped by something you can’t name.

"Bell..." you start, but he silences you again, this time with a softer kiss, one that seems to ask for something instead of demand it.

His hands slips down to the curve of your waist pulling you even closer, and you feel a shiver run down your spine, heat pounding low in your belly.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers locking on his dark strands. The kids deepens, growing more urgent, desperate, as if both of you are trying to pour all this unspoken feelings into a single, shared breath.

And you know that whatever this is, you are not ready to stop it. Not yet.

[faeome]

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.

[liptonoos]

murphtavia x attention by doja cat (july '23) + my relationship with them

sooo it had been a while since i last edited murphy and octavia, as the 100 has been over for like almost three years (WTF), there aren't a lot of new scenes etc. so i've lost my inspo gradually (rip) but i still like to edit the show once in a while, and when i do it just feels like HOME.

i LOOOOVEEE editing the 100 so much. well, it makes sense as it is my favorite show and i was OBSESSED with it for a few years (i knew every single line said by every single character omfg mood)

i think my fav things to edit from the 100 are polis (MY HOMEEEE), murphtavia (yes it IS a crackship, i love crackships so much, in fact, i love AU edits in general: the idea of recreating a whole new plot / reality with a story that already exists, with limited scenes, etc. it amazes me!!!!), octavia, diyoza, season 6, locations in general & underrated characters

anyways, i wanted to edit murphy and octavia again, but as i used to do it ALL THE TIME, i've already done quite a lot of concepts (example: modern murphtavia, murphtavia on bardo, murphtavia on sanctum, murphtavia & bellamy, murphtavia in 705, etc.) and i didn't want to just edit random scenes from random seasons so i decided that i should edit them in season 7 only, because s7 looked SO GOOOODDD on them let's be honest!!! then, right after having the idea, i downloaded their soft & badass scenes and i searched for an audio.

i wanted to make a soft / badass ship edit, because i don't really know how to do simple ship edits (don't ask me why), i always find it more interesting to add a little bit of spiceeeee... actually i think i just don't like to stick to one 'editing pattern'.

so once i found the audio i started the edit, it took me almost 11 hours to make it, and i used exclusively videostar (bc sometimes i like to use procreate, imovie or else).

during the editing process, i had been kind of stuck multiple times, especially with the parts concerning murphy, idk why, when this happens, i just keep going to create further transitions in order to keep my inspo, bc if i don't touch for a few days, it's quite impossible for me to be in the exact same mood i was before and to continue the edit (in fact i usually rush the end of all my edits -> tips: i now try to do the last two transitions when i start my edit so the more meh transitions won't be at the very end and it won't be as visible)

anyways, murphtavia has been one of my greatest inspiration since 2019, every time i edit them my mind just enters into an altered state of consciousness (i'm not being dramatic at all) and finds a way to make them REAL. i also love to know that people might be shocked or uncomfortable or surprised while watching my murphtavia edits as it is really just me and my mind recreating the story (dramatic)

i won't say that it is my fav muphtavia edit that i've made, bc there is the one from april '22 (https://www.instagram.com/p/CcVp8JTID8w/), and y'all let me tell you. let me. explain. how proud i am of myself for creating this one. i think everything fits very well, and i remember i even CREATED an leaf overlay IRL from scratch, with REAL LEAVES from my GARDEN. lmaooo i was like 'ok i don't know how to use cinema 3d let's find another way to create exactly what i have in mind' and i did. slay. however, i think in this edit from july '23, there are some crusty stuff, especially, once again, in the parts concentrated on murphy, maybe it's bc i usually have more inspo to edit women (oops)

well, i think that's it. for now. i hope it wasn't too messy, it was my first attempt to write about my editing experience ✦Lip

[herestoimagination]

You were right to leave me behind. I know how hard that was for you... but you were right.

[commander-anya]

Two sides of the same coin. 

Bonus:

[herestotheunknown]

I can’t let you kill Clarke, O. Here we go again, pleading for the life of a traitor, who you love.

[wonderswritings]

Fighting For... Murphy’s Law

Summary: I’m not like the others, the 100. Their crimes were petty, mine was being born. Being sent to Earth should’ve been refreshing, freeing. Instead, it’s a fight. A fight for survival. A fight for love. Warnings: The 100 Themes so blood and gore I guess Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader

Fighting For… Masterlist

Previous // Next

Previously:

“Maybe being on the ground is our second chance.” “Do you really believe that?” “I’m trying to.”

“Your father is dead YN. He was a danger to those of us living on the Ark. He’s a traitor to everything here on the Ark.” “You’re lying! You’re a liar!”

“If you tell me to slay my demons, I will stab you.” “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“My what? My what?!” “Your little sister.”

Abby looked up when the monitors started to go off, seeing Clarke’s vitals start to drop before they flatlined.”

“No! No hell no. th-this isn’t right.”

“Abby.”

“No.”

She took a deep breath, shoving Jackson off her as she picked up the tablet.

“Okay, it’s not conclusive. Just because her wristband went out doesn’t mean, okay. It’s the first terminated signal in over a week. We can still assume that things are stabilizing on earth. We should assume that. I need an analysis of Clarke’s vital signs for the past two days.”

“Abby.”

Abby shook her head, taking deep breaths as she looked up at Jackson.

“Just have it ready for me when I get back. I won’t lose them both. Not again.”

“YN.”

I looked up, seeing Finn standing at the top of the hill, his arms crossed over his chest as he shot me a look.

“Yeah?”

He shook his head, sliding down the hill, walking towards me.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. It’s dangerous.”

I shrugged, leaning back against the tree trunk.

“I’m still in camp.”

“You mean you’re at the very edge of camp, away from everyone else.”

I huffed, turning to look up at him.

“What do you want Finn?”

He sat down beside me, sighing.

“We need to talk.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“We are talking?”

“It’s about Wells.”

“What about him?”

“This knife was made of metal from the dropship.”

“What do you mean?”

Clarke looked up at Octavia and Jasper, sighing.

“Who else knows about this?”

Octavia shook her head, casting a look down at the knife.

“No one. We brought it straight here.”

“Clarke?”

“It means the grounders didn’t kill Wells. It was one of us.”

“So there’s a murderer in the camp?”

Bellamy huffed, shaking his head.

“There’s more than one murderer in this camp. This isn’t news. We need to keep it quiet.”

Clarke scoffed, walking around the table, glaring up at Bellamy when he stood in front of her.

“Get out of my way.”

“Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved, the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us.”

“Good for you you mean. What, keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?”

“Yeah, thats it. But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don’t even know who’s knife it is.”

“Oh really?”

Clarke turned the knife over, looking down at the initials written on it.

“J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know.”

She pushed Bellamy out of her way, walking out of the tent. She walked up behind Murphy, pushing him.

“You son of a bitch!”

Murphy huffed, glaring at Clarke.

“What’s your problem?”

“Recognize this?”

Clarke held up the knife, Murphy tilting his head to the side.

“That’s my knife. Where’d you find it?”

“Where you dropped it after you killed Wells.”

Murphy shook his head, huffing.

“Where I what? The grounders killed Wells, not me.”

“I know what you did, and you’re gonna pay for it.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“What about Wells?”

“You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what? Honestly Finn so-”

“Wells was covering for your mother.”

I felt my blood run cold, shaking my head.

“He let Clarke believe that he was the one who told Jaha about what your dad was planning to do. But it wasn’t him. It was your mom. She told Jaha what your father knew and what his plan was. She thought Jaha would talk him out of it.”

I huffed, turning towards him.

“What?”

“Clarke wasn’t going to tell you. She didn’t want to give you anymore reason to hate your mom.”

“I-what?”

“There’s something else. Wells, Wells is dead. They found his body outside of camp.”

I shook my head, taking deep breaths as I pushed myself up, walking off.

“YN? YN wait!”

I jumped when he grabbed my arm, pulling me back into him. I shook my head, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Hey, YN calm down. It’s okay.”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.

“No. No! She killed him! She killed the only person who ever loved me. She’s a murderer!”

Finn wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

“It’s okay.”

“Float him! Float him!”

Clarke shook her head as the other kids all grabbed Murphy, dragging him to the tree.

“No! Get off him! Get off of him!”

“Let me go! You can’t do this!”

Clarke turned towards Bellamy, looking up at him.

“You can stop this. They’ll listen to you.”

“Bellamy! You should do it!”

The kids all started to cheer Bellamy’s name, Bellamy clenching his jaw as he looked over at Murphy.

“I saw you in the woods with Atom. I know you’re not a killer.”

Murphy shook his head, blood dripping down his face.

“Bellamy, don’t do this. Don’t.”

“Bellamy, don’t. You can’t do this.”

Bellamy stalked towards Murphy, taking the axe from Myles, Clarke grabbing his arm.

“No! Bellamy no!”

He scoffed, turning to look down at her, glaring.

“This is on you princess. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Clarke and Bellamy turned, seeing Finn and YN walking out of the tree line. YN pushed her way through the crowd, looking around.

“Cut him down!”

“Charlotte!”

Finn turned his head, spotting her in the crowd, yelling at her.

“Charlotte, get out of here!”

YN shoved a kid that refused to move, glaring at him.

“Get out of my way!”

YN grabbed onto Charlotte as Finn joined them, tugging Charlotte closer to her, wrapping her arm around her.

“Cut him down!”

“Stop! Okay? Murphy didn’t kill Wells! I did!”

Clarke’s eyes widened as YN pulled Charlotte in front of her, looking around at the kids around them.

“Oh my god.”

Clarke grabbed the axe from Bellamy, turning and slamming the axe down, Murphy dropping to the ground.

“Bring out the girl Bellamy!”

Charlotte was standing next to YN, looking down at the ground, tears in her eyes as YN ran her hand up her back in an attempt to comfort her. Bellamy looked over at Charlotte, casting a quick glance at YN, noticing the tears in her eyes.

“Why Charlotte?”

Charlotte looked up at Bellamy, sniffling.

“I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me.”

Clarke’s eyes widened as she turned, looking up at Bellamy glaring.

“What the hell is she talking about?”

YN looked up, looking over at Clarke, shaking her head.

“He didn’t mean it like that Clarke. It was a misunderstanding.”

“Bring the girl out now!”

Charlotte turned towards YN, tears streaming down her face.

“Please don’t let them hurt me.”

YN nodded, offering Charlotte a small smile.

“We won't, I promise.”

“If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up.”

When no one said anything Bellamy scoffed, shaking his head.

“Now you stay quiet.”

Finn glared at Bellamy, huffing.

“Those are your boys out there.”

“This is not my fault. If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall.”

“You want to build a society princess? Let’s build a society. Bring her out.”

Charlotte turned, looking up at Bellamy.

“No! Bellamy please.”

“Charlotte, hey, it’s gonna be okay. Just stay with YN.”

Bellamy turned, pushing the tarp to the side. YN looked over at Clarke and Finn, sighing.

“So what’s the plan?”

I kept Charlotte’s hand in mine as we ran through the woods, occasionally looking behind us as we slowed down. I let Charlotte’s hand go, taking a deep breath.

“This isn’t going to work.”

Clarke huffed, nodding as she slowed down.

“She’s right. It’s gonna be night soon Finn. Where are we going? At least tell us you have a plan.”

“Yeah cause I don’t really want to wander through the freaking woods at night.”

“I have a plan.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I looked up, seeing Clarke turning Charlotte towards her.

“Just because we saved you doesn’t mean you’re forgiven. Got it?”

I shook my head, moving to stand between them, Charlotte grabbing my hand. Clarke glared at me, turning when Finn called her name.

“What?”

“She’s just a kid.”

“She’s a killer.”

She turned back towards me and Charlotte, Charlotte peeking around me.

“You killed someone Charlotte. Ended his life. Did you stop to think about that for even one second? You can’t just kill someone to make yourself feel better!”

I shook my head, glaring at Clarke as I pushed her away from us, taking a step back.

“She was scared Clarke. She’s just a kid.”

“Charlotte! The princesses and Finn can’t save you!

Clarke took a deep breath, turning towards Finn.

“We should run.”

Finn smirked, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s one way to go. I like my plan better.”

He bent down, pulling a hatch open, looking at us.

“Get in.”

He huffed when none of us moved, glaring.

“Get in!”

I pushed Charlotte in front of me, helping her climb down before I followed, watching as Clarke climbed down, Fin jumping in, closing the hatch. Me and Clarke looked around, Clarke turning towards Finn.

“Finn, what is this place?”

He shrugged as he sat down, looking up at us.

“For now, it’s home.”

“I can’t believe you kept this place quiet.”

I scoffed, shaking my head as I sat down.

“Come on Clarke. What would be the point of telling anybody?”

“Some of this stuff could be useful.”

“Like what? There’s no weapons. All the food expired like, ninety years ago.”

“Yeah but we could repurpose, share with the group.”

I scoffed, shaking my head.

“Can you let it go Clarke? We’re not on the Ark. If Finn doesn’t want to tell anyone, he doesn’t have to. You can’t make everyone listen and follow you because you think you know it all.”

She turned towards me, throwing her hands up.

“What is your problem? You’ve been an ass since we landed.”

I glared at her, standing up.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“About dad!”

She turned towards Finn, glaring at him.

“You told her?!”

I shook my head, scoffing.

“Don’t blame him for telling me something you should’ve. I had the right to know that Abbey got dad killed!”

She turned back towards me, shaking her head.

“Why would I tell you anything? You don’t even call her mom. You just call her Abbey.”

“Because she’s not my mom! She chose you Clarke! Don’t you get that? She didn’t want me. We could’ve grown up together. We could’ve been sisters.”

I shook my head, sniffling.

“But she didn’t want me. She only wanted you. You’re her daughter, I’m just added baggage.”

Clarke had tears in her eyes as she looked at me, sighing.

“What are we gonna do about her? If I hadn’t confronted Murphy, none of this would have happened.”

I sat down, casting a glance over at Charlotte. She was laying in the bed, sleeping.

“How could you know it’d go down like that?”

“Bellamy knew.”

I looked over at her, huffing softly.

“Bellamy’s smarter than you give him credit for.” 

Clarke just glanced at me before she looked back down at the table in front of her.

“We think the grounders are a threat. Now we’re killing each other. There have to be consequences. We can’t just let them hang people.”

“Hopefully we’ll figure it out before Murphy kills us for helping her.”

Clarke sighed, nodding.

“He’s not the forgive and forget type.”

I shook my head, glancing at Charlotte.

“I don’t care what you do. Murphy’s not getting Charlotte.”

I woke up with a gasp, shaking my head. The dream was still fresh on my mind, Abbey standing at the control panel, my dad in the containment unit, begging for me to help him. When I was in front of the unit, Abbey had pulled the lever, the door opening, my dad being sucked out. I sat up, looking around. Finn and Clarke were still asleep, one of them snoring. I shook my head as I stood up, turning towards Charlotte, my eyes widening when I saw she wasn’t in bed.

“Shit.”

I climbed up the ladder, pushing the hatch open. I peeked my head up, looking around. I sighed when I didn’t seen anything, climbing out, closing the hatch. I walked around, keeping an eye out for Charlotte and Murphy.

“Charlotte? Charlotte where are you?”

“Looking for something princess?”

I stopped, turning around.

“Murphy.”

He smirked, nodding slightly as he tilted his head.

“One down, three to go.”

I made a face, about to say something when everything became dark, a soaring pain in the back of my head.

“Charlotte! You can’t hide forever. Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you.”

Charlotte screamed when someone grabbed her, placing their hand over her mouth.

“Charlotte, Charlotte stop, it’s me. It’s Bellamy.”

Charlotte kicked him, thrashing around.

“Let me go!”

“I’m trying- hey, hey I’m trying to help you!”

“I’m not your sister! Just stop helping me!”

Bellamy sighed, shaking his head.

“Charlotte, where are the others? Where’s YN?”

She turned, screaming.

“I’m over here!”

Bellamy placed his hand back over her mouth, turning her towards him.

“Are you trying to get us both killed?”

“Just go, okay? I’m the one they want.”

“Okay, Charlotte, listen to me. I won’t leave you.”

“Please Bellamy. Murphy! Murphy I’m over here!”

Bellamy huffed, standing up and grabbing Charlotte, running. He set her down when they came to a cliff, Bellamy turning as Murphy and a few others walked out of the tree line, standing between them and Charlotte.

“Charlotte! Damn it Bellamy! You cannot fight all of us.”

“Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you out with me.”

“Bellamy stop!”

He looked over, watching as Clarke and Finn ran towards them.

“This has gone too far. Just calm down. We’ll talk about this.”

Murphy scoffed, shaking his head.

“I’m sick of listening to you talk.”

He turned, nodding. Three kids walked out from the back of the group, dragging someone. They stopped beside Murphy, Murphy smirking as he reached out, pulling the cloth over their eyes.

"This can go one of two ways, you give me Charlotte and I let the princess go. Or I kill her and I kill Charlotte.”

Bellamy watched as YN surged forward, only to be pulled back, dropping to her knees. Blood was dripping down her face as she glared at Murphy, Murphy smirking. 

“So what’s it going to be Bellamy? The kid or the princess?”

“Let her go.”

Murphy growled, grabbing YN and pulling her up in front of her, placing his knife at her neck.

“I will slit her throat.”

Charlotte shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

“No, please. Please don’t hurt her.”

Murphy tilted his head to the side, huffing.

“Don’t hurt her? Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I’ll let her go.”

YN shook her head, looking at Charlotte. Bellamy stepped back, holding Charlotte.

“Don’t do it Charlotte.”

Charlotte took a step back, shaking her head.

“Charlotte! No! Don’t do it!”

“No! No I have to! I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.”

She turned, running and jumping. Clarke ran forward, falling to her knees.

“Charlotte! No!”

Murphy gasped, letting YN go. She threw her head back, headbutting Murphy as Bellamy turned towards them, glaring as she kicked him. Bellamy stood up, running towards them and tackling Murphy when he tried to stand up, beating him up. Finn rushed towards YN who had fallen over when Bellamy had tackled Murphy, helping her sit up as Clarke went to Bellamy.

“No! Bellamy! Bellamy, stop! You’ll kill him!”

She tried to push Bellamy off him, gasping when he turned towards her.

“Get off me! He deserves to die.”

“No! We don’t decide who lives and dies. Not down here.”

Bellamy huffed, glaring up at her.

“So help me god if you say we have the right to decide-”

“No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we’re gonna survive down here, we can’t just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.”

Finn untied the rope around YN’s wrists, kneeling behind her to untie the cloth around her mouth.

“So what then? We just take him back and pretend like it never happened? Like he didn’t just threaten to kill your sister?”

Clarke shook her head, casting a glance over at Finn and YN, watching as Finn started to fret over YN as she tried to stand.

“No1 we banish him.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw as he stood up, stalking towards Murphy.

“Get up.”

Murphy stood up, only for Bellamy to push him back down.

“Bellamy stop!”

“If I ever catch you near camp, we’ll be back here. Understand?”

Murphy nodded slightly as he shakily stood up, running off. Bellamy turned towards the others, glaring.

“As for the four of you, you can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. You’re choice.”

Bellamy didn’t bother to wait for an answer, turning and walking towards YN and Finn. YN was kneeling on the ground, looking down the ledge, tears streaming down her face as Bellamy knelt beside her, placing his hand on her back. She turned towards him, sniffling.

“She’s gone.”

Bellamy nodded, standing up. He bent down, picking her up. She placed her head on his chest, tears still streaming down her face.

“He’s gone now. We’ll get you back to camp and Clarke can look you over.”

She nodded slightly, closing her eyes. Bellamy looked down at her, sighing as he walked past Clarke and Finn, ignoring the looks they were giving him.

“You’ll be okay.”

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So I decided that for my day nine, I’d do a list of some of my favorite fics to give the fandom authors some recognition. Of course, all of our fanfic authors are amazing and I’m so grateful that they do what they do, but these are just a few of my favorites. 

I tried to tag any authors that had a tumblr account, but it’s entirely possible I missed some, so if I did, sorry

This post isn’t super long but it’s pretty damn long so all below the cut

(also do note that my interest in bellarke is only a few months old so I have a lot more clexa fics than I do bellarke sorry)

Bellarke

Canon AU

Set The Dark On Fire by @talistheintrovert (complete)

Okay okay so this is a pretty dark fic, but god is it beautiful. After waking up from Cryo, Clarke and Spacekru try to figure out what to do about this new planet situation, but Clarke isn’t handling it very well and attempts a suicide. Like I said, pretty dark and serious, so if that isn’t your thing don’t read, but it’s amazing

Three Lives, Three Loves, One Face by @these-dreams-go-on (complete)

This fic has a ton of my favorite themes all mashed together and it’s amazing. Basically it’s similar to the Josephine!Clarke situation of s6, but Wanheda is an actual manifestation also inhabiting Clarke’s body so when Josie gets put into Clarke, Wanheda takes over and goes mass murder on Sanctum. Phenomenal fic, I’ve read it so many times and I adore it

Into The Anomaly by @fuckitup-in-style (WIP)

Time Travel AU!!! Starts after s6, but resets back to s1 canon divergence. The hundred all wake up on dropships and they all remember up until their deaths, and then it’s this thing where the mains all take charge and start herding up their crew. Just- if you like time travel fix-its, this is p e r f e c t please read it

And Now You’re Home by @asroarke (complete)

I just read this one recently and g o d is it amazing. After being left alone during Praimfaya, Clarke finds herself becoming desperate after being alone for so long. Until she finds out there’s been a grounder watching her the whole time. Grounder!Bellamy AU, with some accidental pregnancy that just makes it even cuter

Modern AU

I Found Peace in Your Violence by @eyessharpweaponshot (WIP)

I just found this fic a few days ago and holy shit is it a piece of art. I finally went through and read the entire 80k fic last night, it’s absolutely enthralling. Basically, there’s this gene called HTS and Clarke ends up having it, and so does Bellamy, and it’s just a beautiful story from both a romance and a plot standpoint. Such an interesting concept

our stars came in a packet of two by @millipop (WIP)

This isn’t a super long fic, it’s 20k right now and hasn’t been updated in a few months but what’s there is amazing. So the delinquent group is desperately trying to get Bellamy and Clarke together since they’re constantly denying their chemistry, but what the delinquents don’t know is that Clarke and Bell have actually already been together in secret and it’s such a fun fic, highly recommend

Don’t Wake Me, I’m Not Dreaming by grumpybell (complete) (I can’t find their tumblr sorry)

A very interesting AU where Clarke can see into other people’s dreams. She’s been meeting Bellamy in his dreams for years, him being the only person who could actually see her. Guess what happens when they meet in person? Probably not what you expect. Read the fic to find out, you’ll love it

reelin’ through the midnight streets by @detectivebellamyblake​ (WIP)

I haven’t finished this fic yet, but what I’ve read so far is wonderful. Basically Clarke, Bell and Octavia all grew up in a trailer park together, and eventually Clarke has had enough of her mom’s bullshit and decides to get out. Bellamy and Octavia go with her

Clexa

Canon AU

Broken Body, Broken Spirit by @vmplvr1977 (complete)

I love love love this fic!! It basically mashes together the worlds of The 100 and Deus-ex, and if you don’t know what the latter is don’t worry too much, the fic gives all the backstory you’ll need!! Basically Clarke gets severly injured and ends up with augmented limbs, and Lexa, thinking Clarke dead, has some pretty severe reactions to it all. Kind of an enemies-to-lovers, but it’s set after the s2 finale

Clarke Kom Azgeda by FMLClexa (WIP)

This fic combines so many of my favorite ideas it’s amazing. Coming back after a long hiatus, basically Clarke gets sent down to Earth alone and ends up in Azgeda territory. She’s tortured and trained into Nia’s top assassin for years, and eventually gets the order to infiltrate Polis and kill the commander. You can guess how that goes

A Riffle and the Sea by Follower_Of_Mania (complete)

I will say it’s been a while since I read this fic but it’s amazing. Another Clarke gets sent to Earth alone AU, but she gets adopted by Floukru and trained to be a seriously badass killer grounder, like even Lexa is pretty put off by her. Clarke and Lexa develop this really interesting relationship where half the time you can’t tell if they love or hate each other and it’s amazing

Ascendants by whiteleopard1124 (WIP)

So this isn’t entirely clexa, it’s also clarke x luna but it’s clexa enough. Basically Clarke and the hundred get injected with this solution before being sent to the ground, and it causes certain people to develop supernatural powers. But Clarke gets injected with a special serum that causes her to be extra-OP but like in a very very good way

doing the impossible (with you) by snowandwolves (WIP)

Another Time Travel AU where Clarke kills herself and, after having a discussion with the goddess of death herself, wakes up back in time. She (and her accomplices) work out how to rewrite their story and make everything go better than it did last time. One of the best time travel fics, in my opinion

Healer on the Ground by Owlmemaybe (WIP)

This has long been one of my favorite fics, I love AUs where Clarke turns grounder, and that’s exactly what this is. Basically Clarke has a healing talent, so she can heal herself and others on command, and during s1 gets separated from the 100 and ends up with Heda. Another fic that isn’t likely to get updated, but it’s 100k of goodness that you h a v e to read

Whispers In The Dark (Lead Us To The Light) by JadelynDeath (WIP)

This one also hasn’t been updated very recently, but it’s still 50k good words to enjoy. Wanheda!Clarke AU where Death is a real being and takes a liking to Clarke before she even touches the ground, and once on Earth Clarke is an absolute badass in leading the delinquents.

(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth by @entirelytookeen (WIP)

It took me so long to actually finish this fic once I started reading because oh my god the angst, it was actually too much for me. This is a beautifully written story, so many emotions, can’t recommend it enough. Basically, Clarke gets separated from the 100 and ends up temporarily mute while she’s taken in by Heda

She’s a maniac by ChocDog (complete)

Another big-time favorite, this has badass commanders Heda and Wanheda. The grounder culture is different in this fic, but in such a good way. They’re much more tribal than is portrayed in the show, preferring not much clothing, bloodthirstiness, but it’s amazing. Also Bellamy comes in and makes a fuss of things

Through the Looking Glass by RhinoMouse (WIP)

Role Reversal AU where Lexa comes down with the 100 and Clarke is a BAMF Commander of the grounders. It’s been a really long time since I’ve read this one but I remember loving every second of it. Faintly follows the s2 plot, but it’s different enough that not a second of it is boring

Can you See Me? by clexawarrior (complicated)

Okay so basically this story was discontinued, but the author left a summary of how it would’ve played out at the end, so it’s... complicated. But this is another one of my favorites!! Lexa was at the explosion on the bridge and got injured, Clarke brings her back to the dropship to care for her. A lot of sexual tension ensues

From The Ashes by ArchonsVoice (complete)

I love love love this fic!!! So basically the dropship landed in the sea rather than on land, the ship explodes, leaving Clarke stranded alone in the middle of the ocean. She’s rescued by a clan called Tseekru and after years of living with them, has a run-in with our one and only Heda and sets this whole thing going. Amazing fic, so many twists

Returning to Hell by ElseworldKara, littleraider99 (complete)

If you haven’t read this fic what have you even been doing honestly. Set two years after the s2 finale, Clarke leads the coalition beside Heda, and she’s returned to Arkadia to finally tell them to get their shit together or suffer the consequences. Very dark, a lot of character bashing on Abby, Bellamy, and others. An inspiration for many of my own fics

Then There Were Two by TheWorldNeedsMoreOctaven (WIP)

I haven’t read the most recent chapters of this, but it’s phenomenal. ABO universe where Clarke is the only omega sent down in the hundred (later followed by Raven), and they have to deal with the grounders and nature. It’s a lot more interesting than I make it sound, promise. Also very octavia/raven based too

Doctor on the Ground by @underneaththecovers-au (WIP)

Very angsty, very smutty fic. Clarke finds an injured Lexa while out of camp and takes her to the bunker to help her heal. Lexa pretends she can’t understand English, but even with the barrier, things get heated very quickly. You can imagine the chaos when Lexa’s secret gets out. Must-read

Modern AU

Vantage Point by thatoneloser_kid (complete)

This is pretty short, only 16k words, but god is it good. If you like dark!clarke, this is the story for you. Clarke, Lexa, Octavia, and Raven are all a bunch of criminals who run around- saving people?? That makes it sound like a superhero story but no, they’re all badass. Clarke is literally a psychopathic ex-assassin. It’s just an amazing fic

Are You A Kidnapper? (Because You Abducted My Heart) by 707 (complete)

This isn’t normally the type of fic that I like to read but I’m so glad I picked it up. So Clarke and Lexa have this hatred going on between them that’s actually just hidden attraction, and they’re finally forced to address it when they get kidnapped and locked in a room together. This fic has it all, fluff, smut, angst, an amazing plot, it’s just all around wonderful

Make Two Halves Whole by awkwardrainbow, Lexawoodz (WIP)

This one I also don’t remember all that much about other than that it was amazing. It’s been years since it was updated, though, so I doubt we’ll get any more, but what’s there is 80k worth of goodness. Clarke and Lexa meet online through Twitter, living on opposite sides of the US, but still manage to fall in love with each other

breathe into my lips the life i do not have by @ur-the-puppy (complete)

So this is another long-time favorite of mine!! It’s a 36k oneshot where Clarke moves into a house that ghost Lexa haunts but instead of being creeped out Clarke just starts chatting up the ghost and they become roommate buddies. Such a good fic, I highly highly recommend this one

You See the Smile That's On My Mouth (it's hiding the words that don't come out) by heartshapedcandy (complete)

Another fic I need to go back and reread, but I remember being absolutely absorbed in this fic!! Childhood friends to lovers AU, with a fuck ton of angst and confusion and oblivious pining dorks that you can’t help but love it to death. Also a lot of ‘’’’platonic’’’’ kissing

Other AU

Storm of the Heart by @cruellanita-bby (WIP)

Mermaid AU!! Clarke lives on an island where they grow up hating the mermaids that attack their fishing ships, and she hates them too until she finds Lexa the mermaid washed up on the shore, injured, and starts taking care of her. They fall in love and try to mend the relationship between their people. I’ve been keeping up with this one for a while, it’s so good, please read it

Hold Me Till The Stars Dim by @ur-the-puppy (complete)

I’m putting this one down here rather than in modern AU just because of how different it is from most modern AUs. Lexa goes camping with her friends out in the woods, some shit happens, and she meets what’s basically grounder Clarke, with a twist. This fic is so captivating, I loved it

You’re safe with me by I_am_clexa (WIP)

ABO modern AU where omegas are sold as slaves to alphas. Clarke is an omega who is bought by Lexa’s father as a gift to her, but Lexa doesn’t like the way omegas are treated and goes out of her way to give Clarke the best life she could possibly have

Other Pairings

Canon AU

Three Loves (Pieces Of Us) by @kendrene , @bae-in-maine (WIP)

Clarke/Lexa/Anya fic where Anya takes Clarke back to Lexa as a kind of prize, Clarke ends up making an alliance with the Trikru and maybe also falling in love with the commander and her general along the way. I’ve read this fic so many times, but it hasn’t been updated in years. It’s still 150k worth of amazing fic though

Twisted Steel by Steelehart (complete)

A clarke/raven fic where an explosion on the Ark leaves Clarke with two prosthetic arms. Follows fairly closely to the s1 plot once you get into it, but deviates in the later chapters. It’s an amazing fic I promise, please read it

Modern AU

and four makes home by @dreamsheartstory (complete)

This is over 300k worth of Clarke/Lexa/Octavia/Raven, which seems like a lot but I promise you it’s perfect. It’s been a bit since I read this, but from what I remember it’s your typical fall-in-love modern fic, just with the added angst of figuring out a four-way poly relationship

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Essays in Existentialism: Atlantis 6

Previously on Atlantis

The moment she woke, Clarke kept her eyes closed and just listened, realizing that things were not what she’d expected. She felt the familiar weight of her blankets, and she smelled the smell of her parent’s house, the smell as old as time, that she often never noticed, but after being removed for so long, inhaled greedily as she dug her face in her pillow. 

There were noises downstairs that finally registered before she opened her eyes, held her breath, and hid in the pillows. She heard some clamor of her parents making breakfast, coffee steam sifting up through the vents. She heard the squeak and chatter of some birds in the trees outside her window. For a moment, Clarke pretended that she was miles underwater, and there might be a beautiful girl awkwardly standing outside her door. 

But there wasn’t, and there wouldn’t be. Clarke rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling before digging the heel of her hands into her eyes and sighing. A day ago, she was in a beautiful palace, and now she was back at her parent’s house, without a job, without a career, without a mentor, without any idea of what was to come forward. 

Her body was completely healed, a feat that was mind-blowing considering her wounds and condition after the explosion and being stranded at sea. But now, when it was quiet, and she was safe in the familiar, Clarke realized the massive grief heaped upon her, that surviving came at a cost. 

When it got to be too much, when she cried silent tears that covered her face and left her chest fluttering and aching, Clarke wiped her face and took a few deep breaths, hoping to find some sort of center amidst the flood of absolute pain that washed over her entire body. She wanted to take another sleeping pill and pass out until her heart didn’t hurt anymore, but that seemed unwise. 

As soon as she made it down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, Clarke realized she’d made a horrible mistake and should have stayed in bed. 

“Clarke! Oh my God!”

“We were--”

“I’m so glad you’re--”

“You look!”

The chorus of voices erupted and she took a step back, confused and overwhelmed by the outpouring of her closest friends as they began to circle and reach out and smother. 

“Okay, okay, back up everyone,” Abby jumped in carefully, keeping the horde from her terror-stricken daughter. “Give her a moment to breathe. I’m sure she’s not used to being around people, they had her in isolation due to exposure during the explosion.”

“But luckily, she didn’t come in contact with any of the pathogens she was studying,” Jake smiled graciously behind the island as he added more pancakes to the pile forming on the large breakfast display. “Better safe than sorry though.” 

“You should have seen your mom. I think she nearly got arrested for trying to break into a government installation,” Raven offered with a smile as Abby hit her shoulder. 

“Come sit,” Octavia hurried, clearing more of a path. “You must be hungry.” 

“Not really,” Clarke smiled softly and took the seat anyway. 

The friends shared a look as Clarke sat there and looked at the display of everyone trying to be normal. Abby hovered, rubbing her daughter’s back, soothing away the worries that remained. No one knew about the ten minutes ago, where she broke down and clawed at her chest in her bed. No one. 

“Your appetite will come back,” her mother promised. “Let me make you a little plate. Everyone can dig in. Your friends have been anxiously waiting to see you.” 

The general hubbub of people moving about the kitchen really only settled well after Clarke had a plate set in front of her. She ate a blueberry and nodded, smiling at her mother to tell her not to worry. It felt like before, like how it always was, since middle school, the whole gang fighting over this and that, piling over each other to eat. Even when college and life took them different ways, they were never far off. There was something grounding in it, just like her sheets, just like the noises of the morning. 

“So what happened, Clarke? We only heard bits and pieces on the news,” Raven explained between mouthfuls of Jake’s famous pancakes. “They kept repeating the same things, over and over again.” 

“What did they say?” 

Clarke already knew the story. She’d been held in a government facility for six hours and briefed on how to behave and what to say. She had a business card with FBI on it and Agent Barne’s number hidden in her sock drawer. 

“Just that a bad storm led to the ship sinking. I can’t imagine how bad it must have been,” Octavia shook her head. “At first they said no survivors. We all thought you were dead for seventeen hours.” 

“I’m… I’m…” Clarke furrowed and shook her head, looking guiltily at her food, afraid to meet their eyes. “I’m so sorry.” 

“But you’re not,” Bellamy interrupted. “And you don’t have to talk about what happened.” 

A pointed look was exchanged between him and the rest, warning them to behave and not push. 

“There isn’t much to tell,” she shrugged, perking up a bit and deciding to pick up her fork. “The storm was bad, and then I woke up in a government hospital. I wish there was a better story. I was checking weather reports in the navigation center, and I think we hit a wave or gust and I must have hit my head and blacked out.” 

“It’s not every day that a concussion is a blessing,” Jake offered, finally taking his seat with the rest. “But it must have saved you.” 

“A blessing,” Clarke repeated, contemplating the word for a moment before taking a big bite of breakfast. “Like these pancakes. I feel better already.” 

The group chuckled and refused to talk about the accident again, while Clarke ate and smiled until she couldn’t any longer. She explained that she was still a little drowsy, and wanted to lay down. Every person promised to be back and see her again, demanding that she call if she needed anything at all. With grateful and long and tight hugs, her lifelong friends filed out as Clarke slipped upstairs. 

It truly was exhausting, to finally think about it, to remember the storm and her colleagues and all of the people who died. The numbness-- that was the true blessing of Atlantis. There wasn’t time to grieve when her body was overloaded with stimuli, unlike now, where everything was mundane and allowed her to think. 

Clarke slipped into her childhood bed again, and she pulled the blanket over her head, rolling into herself tightly before drifting off to an uneasy sleep. 

XXXXXXXXXX

For about a full week, Clarke existed in a fairly mundane routine of recover that all at once suited her and drove her nuts. Simultaneously, she felt prepared to do something-- anything-- and yet, could not imagine doing anything other than nothing. Her body and mind and soul needed time to come back, and she knew it. It didn’t make it any easier for her to stomach, but she begrudgingly listened. 

Every morning she got up and had a special breakfast her father made, even though her appetite was minimal and favored banalities. And then she would take a walk, sometimes with a friend, sometimes alone before coming home to shower and read or watch tv before a nap. Usually someone came by in the afternoon before dinner to occupy her, keep her busy, keep her doing something. Then came a family dinner, every night, her mother arriving right on time to join them. Dinner led to a movie, which then led to sleep. 

It was a safe and easy schedule in which she didn’t talk about anything with anyone. 

Until the arrival of the invitations for the funerals for the people finally confirmed dead after the concluded investigation into the crash and retrieval of bodies from the water, an initiative led by the Atlanteans as a gesture of good faith. 

Two weeks after her return, Clarke found her schedule consisting of funerals, nearly every day, each more difficult than the last, but as the final crewmember standing, as the only representative of her research team, she sat there at each and remembered with everyone else, commiserating in their grief. It helped and hurt, as any cathartic thing is meant to do. 

The third week she returned somewhat to her normal schedule with an intermittent funeral, the last residual ones ending quickly. 

A month after her return, Clarke felt marginally normal, except that she had no idea what the future held. 

It took five weeks for her to schedule an appointment with the university, despite her mother and father telling her she could take more time. 

Only after six weeks, did Clarke allow herself to really think about her time in Atlantis. Most of the time, she found herself daydreaming about Lexa in some form because it was one of the few thoughts that made her feel unburdened and less heavy in her chest. But, she actively kept herself from thinking too much, often shaking away the thoughts when her mind began to drift. 

After the nightly movie, and after she excused herself to sleep, Clarke sat at her desk and look at her laptop, knowing full well what was about to happen. She moved to lift the lid and then stopped, closing it and drumming her fingers along the top before looking over her shoulder at her closed door, straining her ears to hear anything. 

Though it was quiet, she hurried to place an old sweatshirt near the bottom of her door to block out any light, listening again, closer to the hall, at the familiar noises of her parents getting ready to go to sleep. 

Satisfied that no one would see her, Clarke ripped open her laptop, and quietly as she could type, logged in and began to type her query. 

L-E-X

Backspace.

A-L-E-X-A-N

Backspace.

P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S O-F A-T-L-A-N-T-I-S

Enter.

In the dark room, the glow of the screen colored her face, but she didn’t care. She bit her lip and looked at the photos first, and upon not finding many, looked through the first few search results. Little was known about Atlantis, let alone the heir to the throne, and any pictures that existed were not good. 

Mildly disappointed, Clarke slumped back in her chair and toyed with the scroll, debating what to do with no information and how deep, exactly, she was willing to dive into conspiracy theories and doctored photos. 

Backspace.

A-Q-U-A-G-I-R-L

Enter. 

Clarke paused only to look back at her door and close her laptop slightly, though not all the way, when she heard a sound in the hall. She held her breath and waited for her parents to go to bed before opening it fully again. 

There were more search results for that name, and Clarke mildly regretted it, because the images of Lexa, in a skin-tight suit, with a weapon, was a little disorienting. And then she stood beside her father, who was, even though it was an understatement, an actual mountain of a human. Lexa had his eyes, his chin, his grin, and goodness, did she have a similar fitness regime. 

Slowly making her way through the gallery, Clarke smiled to herself when she thought about Lexa, shy and with red-tipped ears, kind and gentle and soft to her for no reason at all. And then she looked at Lexa’s biceps. 

“Fuck,” Clarke sighed and shook her head. 

Backspace.

A-Q-U-A-G-I-R-L -B-I-C-E-P-S

Clarke hesitated before smiling to herself. 

Enter.

XXXXXXXXXX

The meeting at the university didn’t turn up much good news, as the semester was just ending and the summer was approaching. With an epic catastrophe to handle and fix, the powers behind all decisions, didn’t have any answers other than to enroll Clarke the following semester to finish her degree requirements. 

It was fair and just and gave Clarke time to recover and get back into thinking about existing again. Of course, Clarke found anything reasonable to be exhausting, in and of itself, and so she hated having to wait, hated losing her research, hated everything about everything that left her stuck. 

Three days later, however, she found herself back at the Spindrift, unsure of why she was there, and marvelling at how it operated when it was opened. People were buzzing about, familiar with their duties, as if it hadn’t opened merely two months prior. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Agent Barnes,” Clarke smiled, shaking the agents hand as she approached the waiting area. 

“Thanks for coming down.” 

“I don’t think I had a choice.” 

Clarke looked over her shoulder at the two men that picked her up for her ‘appointment.’ When she looked back, the agent was not amused. 

“You are being formally offered a position here, at the Spindrift.” 

“I might formally ask why?” she furrowed and looked at the blue folder that was handed to her, complete with the seal of Atlantis on it. “I’m still in my degree program for the Masters, and haven’t decided to complete the doctorate…. Is this salary serious?” 

“Government salaries are never a laughing matter.” 

“I could make three times this in the private sector.” 

“Yes,” the agent nodded. “And you would never work with any Atlantean healers or products ever again.” 

“Why me?” 

The agent opened another folder she was carrying. 

“You searched Atlantis comma Princess Lexa six times,” Barnes read from the folder, dragging her finger along the words there. “And Biceps comma Aquagirl, approximately a dozen.” 

The manilla folder shut quickly. 

“Per the queen herself, in conjunction with your university and the United States government, you are being offered a position at the Spindrift for research in intercontinental knowledge sharing.” 

Clarke furrowed and shook her head, not sure of what she was following entirely. There was certainly some mortification in there, she knew that, felt it eating her alive in front of the agent with an inability to change her inflection at all. 

“I find this idea the best case scenario, and you to be a complete risk to yourself and the sanctity of Atlantis,” the agent muttered, tossing the folder on the table. “Accept it so that I can watch you behave yourself and stop doing searches online of a reclusive and dangerous foreign entity that only you have visited.”

“You… you-- you hacked my computer?” 

“You are an intern and only living non-Atlantean who has been to Atlantis, of course your government is watching you.” 

“But why? I don’t know anything.” 

“You know enough.” 

“Who else has seen this?” Clarke blushed, though she attempted to hide it as best she could. There surely was no surviving this level of mortification. 

“No one.” 

“Was my offer made because of-- because I know--” she paused and took a breath. “Who did this?” 

“This offer was asked for by the Queen herself on behalf of one of her greatest medical researcher. Apparently you are the only person this researcher could tolerate.”

That feisty old broad, Clarke thought to herself as she shook her head. 

“How is… um, how-- How is the-- uh-- How is Aquaman? I heard about a battle before--”

“You have seventy-two hours to think about this. I will only ever communicate with you regarding official matters in this office, and anything relating to activities done by Atlantean royal family are unofficial until commented upon by official state representatives.” 

“You sound like a blast at parties.”

The agent didn’t move at all at the comment. 

“I’m sorry,” Clarke apologized. “That was rude. You are just so-- intense.” 

“I’ve worked fifteen years with the King to make this a reality. If I wasn’t intense, it would be for nothing.”

“Can I ask about, um, the Prin-- about Lexa?” 

“Officially, no.” 

“Unofficially?” 

“Unofficially, no.” 

“But you just set it up like you would say something unofficial.”

“I cannot control any inferences made.” 

With growing frustration, both at the agent and herself, Clarke pursed her lips and looked down at the seal on the folder. It was something, and some sort of direction in a time when she very badly needed it. 

“Unofficially,” the agent finally started, lowering her voice. “Just save the pictures. Why would you keep searching the same thing?” 

“After a brief, embarrassed pause, Clarke nodded and looked back at the agent. 

“I’ll look this over and get back to you. Unofficially or officially or whatever, thank the Queen, if you see her.” 

The agent nodded instead of arguing, nudging her head slightly so the agents would continue to escort the scientist back toward the entrance. 

XXXXXXXXXX

Three months after her shipwreck and rescue to an untouched land, hidden in the depths of the sea by a beautiful princess with a mythical bloodline and inheritance in the shape of a trident, Clarke sat at her desk in a very small cubicle, in a very small office, with six other research associates. 

It was a very tedious job for the first few weeks, and just on the horizon was the actual research that Clarke hoped would lead to figuring out what the healer did to heal her so quickly, and if she could figure out how to help other people. 

There was an element of escapism to worke each day, enough that Clarke found herself staying late to avoid her worried family’s glances and the mothering that all of her friends did. It was appreciated but also extremely stifling for someone who was stubborn and willingly admitted it. 

“You heading out soon?” Wells asked as he shouldered his bag and looked over the cubicle wall to see Clarke’s small desk, covered with pictures of Atlantean books. 

“Yeah, in a bit,” Clarke nodded, not looking up from the notebook she was writing something down quickly. 

“I could wait around and we could go grab dinner. There’s this great place in town. Only like fifteen minutes from the main gate.” 

“I’m not sure how long a bit is going to be. I want to finish looking at this property sheet before we get samples next week.” 

Kind and bright, Wells was a soft-spoken doctoral student with a knack for keeping an eye on Clarke without being overbearing. Always firmly pressed in his khakis and tucked primly with his button downs, he hid behind thick-rimmed glasses, but ran marathons. He wasn’t overwhelming in the eye he kept on his co-worked. Sometimes, Clarke thought he might even fancy her a little bit.

When Wells didn’t say anything, Clarke looked up and offered a smile as he debated the next step for the evening. 

“Get out of here,” Clarke told him. “I won’t be too much longer, and some quiet will help me.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

“I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“Have a good weekend.” 

Clarke watched him nod and returned to her work, doing her best to transcribe an ancient language with limited training and the most basic knowledge of what some of the ancient plants used. She felt like an archaeologist, investigating something she would never truly understand, and yet she’d been there. She’d heard the words spoken. 

The ‘little bit’ she mentioned gradually turned into a while, and the evening settled outside on the water, calming it until the waves were nearly non-existent. There was still a fading light outside when Clarke closed her notebook and shut her laptop for the evening, and it only truly disappeared after she shouldered her bag and shoved in a few folders to work on over the weekend. 

With a final look around the office, Clarke nodded and made her way to the door, preparing for two long days of her parents making sure she was alright. She needed her own place, and enough space to stop thinking about--

“Lexa?” 

The same smile, the same caught look in her eyes, the same stance, the same eyes-- the entire package looked back at Clarke expectantly. Gone were the formal Atlantean clothes, and in their place was simple jeans and an old sailor’s sweater, a shoulder lovingly patched by expert hands. Gone were the intricate braids and armor, and instead a wild mane perched itself atop Lexa’s head, blown about by the wind and her hands in equal measure. 

“You’re here late.” 

“You’re here.” 

“You said you’d be close.” 

Without meaning to, Clarke took a step forward before catching herself. Lexa tucked her arms behind her back, ever vigilant to remain proper and royal. 

“Have you eaten?” Clarke finally broke the quiet. 

“You were my first stop after my grandfather’s. I don’t know my way around land that well.” 

“I’m honored.” 

“Care to show me around?” 

The question came with a grin, and Lexa extended her elbow willingly, waiting for Clarke to take it again as she hadn in the Hanging Gardens. That was all she needed, to remember that it hadn’t been a dream, that three days, three months ago happened. 

There really wasn’t a question to it at all. 

Clarke nodded, smiled, and took the arm offered to her, and whatever else would come attached.

NEXT

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Fandoms

Here you’ll find the fandoms + the characters I write for. For each fandom, I only listed the characters I’m more familiar with/that are more known, so keep in mind I might write for other characters within those fandoms as well.

I also might write for other fandoms and characters that aren’t listed, so in doubt just ask :)

In italics are my favorite characters/characters I’m most comfortable writing for. 

Remember to read the rules and happy requesting :) 

Fandoms + characters

Chronicles of Narnia

Lucy Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Susan Pevensie

DC

Dark Knight Trilogy

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow

Selina Kyle / Catwoman

DCEU

Billy Batson

Clark Kent / Superman

Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

Freddy Freeman

Steve Trevor

The Flash

Barry Allen / Flash

Caitlin Snow / Killer Frost

Cisco Ramon

Iris West-Allen

Wally West/Kid Flash

Titans

Gar Logan / Beast Boy

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Donna Troy / Wonder Girl

Jason Todd / Robin

Kory Anders / Starfire

Rachel Roth / Raven

Deadly Class

Marcus Arguello

Maria Salazar

Elite

Ander Muñoz

Guzmán Osuna

Nadia Shana

Samuel Domínguez

Rebeka

Valerio Montesinos

Final Fantasy VII (Remake)

Aerith Gainsborough

Biggs

Cloud Strife

Jessie

Reno Sinclair

Rude

Rufus Shinra

Sephiroth

Tseng

Tifa Lockhart

Vincent Valentine

Zack Fair

Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Newt Scamander

Nymphadora Tonks

Ron Weasley

Marauders

New Generation kids

La Casa de Papel / Money Heist

Denver

Nairobi

Rio

Sergio / Professor

Lord of the Rings / Hobbit

Aragorn

Legolas

Tauriel

Thranduil

Marvel

MCU (all movies)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Lady Sif

Loki

Gamora

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Nebula

Peter Parker / Spiderman

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Sam Wilson / Falcon

Scott Lang / Ant-Man

Shuri

Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

Steve Rogers / Captain America

T’Challa / Black Panter

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Thor Odinson

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

X-Men (all movies)

Alex Summers / Havoc

Bobby Drake / Iceman

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Logan Howlett / Wolverine

Neena Thurman/Domino

Ororo Munroe / Storm

Netflix shows (all)

Elektra Natchios

Benjamin Poindexter 

Billy Russo / Jigsaw

Colleen Wing

Frank Castle / Punisher

Jessica Jones

Karen Page

Luke Cage

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Agents of SHIELD

Al Mackenzie

Bobbi Morse

Daisy Johnson / Quake

Deke Shaw

Lance Hunter

Leo Fitz

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Robbie Reyes / Ghost Rider

Yo-Yo Rodriguez

Agent Carter

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Jack Thompson

Others

Fantastic Four (Susan and Johnny Storm)

Felicia Hardy / Black Cat

Gwen Stacy

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tobey Maguire)

Peaky Blinders

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

Bonnie Gold

Finn Shelby

Grace Burgess

Isaiah Jesus

John Shelby

Lizzie Stark

Luca Changretta

May Carleton

Michael Gray

Polly Gray

Tatiana Petrovna

Thomas Shelby

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Thalia Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean

Angelica Teach

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Henry

Philip

Will Turner

Reign

Bothwell

Claude

Francis

Gideon Blackburn

Greer

James Stewart

Lola

Leith Bayard

Luc Narcisse

Kenna

Mary Stuart

Sebastian de Poitiers

Stéphane Narcisse

Shadowhunters 

Alec Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

Cristina Rosales

Diana Wrayburn

Diego Rosales

Emma Carstairs

Helen Blackthorn

Jace

Jaime Rosales

Jem Carstairs

Kieran

Kit

Isabelle Lightwood

Julian Blackthorn

Gabriel & Gideon Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Maia Roberts

Mark Blackthorn

Meliorn

Simon Lewis

Raphael Santiago

Tessa Gray

Ty Blackthorn

Will Herondale

SKAM

Chris P

Elias Bakkoush

Eliott (SKAM France)

Eskild Tryggvasson

Eva Mohn

Even Bech Næsheim

Isak Valtersen

Lucas (SKAM France)

Noora Amalie Sætre

Robbe (SKAM Belgium)

Sana Bakkoush

Sander (SKAM Belgium)

William Magnusson

Yousef Acar

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Armitage Hux

Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

Din Djarin / Mandalorian

Cassian Andor

Finn

Han Solo

Jyn Erso

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

Rey

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimura

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Emori

Finn Collins

Jasper

John Murphy

Lexa

Luna

Monty Green

Raven Reyes

Roan

Octavia Blake

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

The Society

Allie Pressman

Becca Gelb

Grizz Visser

Gordie

Harry Bingman

Helena

Kelly Aldrich

Sam Eliot

The Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Number Five

Vanya Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Lexi

Marcel Gerard

Stefan Salvatore

Rebekah Mikaelson

The Witcher

Cahir

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Others

John Proudstar / Thunderbird (The Gifted)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

Robert Fischer (Inception)

Tyrone Johnson (Cloak & Dagger)

Other fandoms I might write for depending on the request/my inspiration:

10 Things I Hate About You

1917

Black Lightning

Cloak & Dagger

Divergent

Dunkirk

Little Women

Now You See Me

Pride and Prejudice

Runaways

The 5th Wave

The Gifted

The Maze Runner

[probably-voldemort]

FanFic Ask: C K P T X Y?

C: What member do you identify with most?

I’m gonna assume this is specifically towards The 100 because that’s what I write the most.  And even narrowing it down to a single fandom doesn’t really help lol.  I identify with aspects of different characters and don’t identify with other aspects so like I really don’t know how to answer this so I’m gonna change it to a different question: Which character do you like to write the most?  And that answer is definitely Murphy.  He’s just fun and I think I’ve mastered his POV

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Okay so I can’t decide which is more angsty so here’s two.  Both are in the darling au btw.

Option 1 involves Murphy getting the nightblood and being in doctor school with Clarke on the Ark and Murphy and Clarke both being left behind on the ground during Praimfaya.  But in this AU the nightblood works, but Clarke gets exposed to too much radiation for the nightblood to fully work.  So Clarke’s dying and they both know it (even if Murphy won’t admit it).  And Clarke’s also pregnant with Seph.  And there are things they could try, theoretically, but neither of them knows shit about reversing radiation poisoning and there’s basically nothing in the records in the lab.  And anything they can think of to try would kill the baby and Clarke’s not having that.  If they kill her and the baby, Murphy’ll be alone.  She’s gonna die anyway.  So Clarke’s getting sicker slowly and then she has the baby and then Murphy makes her start trying things right after but she still dies at some point later.  I think Seph might be like one ish almost in my outline?  Idk.

But yeah.  In this AU, Emori is usually alive and up in space.  Clarke wrote a series of letters for Seph and Bellamy and Murphy.  (Seph’s are for birthdays and special occasions.  Bellamy just has one, for when he gets back down.  Murphy has the most, because Clarke knows how much he hates being alone and hopes they’ll help.)  Sometimes I have Murphy getting into the bunker pretty early into Praimfaya but still after enough time that he breaks down, and sometimes I have him and Seph (and maybe Madi if I feel like making her exist) just alone on the planet the whole time.  But the idea for this fic is that it would be a mix of Bellamy having arrived back on Earth to the whiplash revelations that holy shit Murphy’s alive that means Clarke could also be alive to Clarke was alive but now she’s not to holy shit I have a daughter and Murphy learning to share his kid with her biological dad (and probably them falling in love idk) and then the whole Murphy and Clarke and Seph through Praimfaya part, with like the two timelines going on at the same time and switching back and forth through the chapters.

Option 2 involves darling happening as it does, except Spacekru probably isn’t hearing the calls.  This one diverges when Rosie’s born, and Clarke dies.  (yes I know these are both very angsty on Clarke’s end but there is plenty of Murphy angst stuff in the works too it just doesn’t qualify for this particular answer) Sometimes in this one it involves him and the girls finishing digging up the bunker after only a couple months and then some high key angst where he finally lets himself break down for the first time once they’re in the bunker and the girls are asleep in like Octavia or Abby or Miller’s bed and for a moment he doesn’t have to be strong for them.  Or it goes with them still having a few years before the bunker opens and it’s a bunch of angsty angst and him yelling at the radio when the kids aren’t around for someone to fucking answer him already.

Chances are I won’t ever write either, but Option 1 is definitely a more realistic option in terms of me actually ever writing it because it diverges pretty quickly in the story and wouldn’t just be the same fic for most of it.  But you never know!

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

It honestly depends on the fic but I think I mostly plot the bigger thing and random scenes and then just make up the rest as I go.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I don’t like writing specific career based ones.  I always get way too focused on what’s actually realistic and it ruins it for me.  I’m totally chill with reading it though.  Other than that I don’t really know??  Sometimes I’ll read a fic and there’s just so much hate for some character that doesn’t have anything to do with the fic itself and that bugs me.  Like if the character makes appearances and you have them being a dick is one thing but to be like “so and so’s ex” or just mentioning them in passing and just bashing them as a character just because you as the writer don’t like them is just unnecessary and is definitely something that can make me click out of a fic

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

All of them?  Lol angst is my jam so I honestly can’t pick

[sumu-samu]

Chapter 2

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Pairing: Bellamy Blake x OC

Genre: Fluff, angst, and everything in between

Warnings: curse words, death, blood, killing, gore, and some good old chaos

Summary: Xephyr Kane, Marcus’ adopted daughter, grew up on the Ark, but begged the council to lock her up in solitary after a traumatic experience involving her birth parents. Now, she’s being sent to the ground, on her own terms unlike the other 99 kids, in hopes to start new. But what happens when she gets down there, and nothing goes as planned? Throw in a hot headed “leader” that wasn’t supposed to be there and things get… difficult.

A/N: Here's the second chapter, again, if there's anything wrong please just tell me so I can revise it later. Hope you like it, I think I’ll be posting this twice a week because I just have so much written already. Also, I forgot to mention it in the summary and I’m too lazy to fix it, there's a twist once we get to season six.

“Nah, Xephyr that sphere just launched IT”S SELF into jaspers chest.” Monty sassed 

“Shut up.” Finn said sharply. “On three we all run, got it?” we all nodded “One, two, three!” we all ran through the woods, I could feel the cut on my leg burning but I couldn’t stop thinking about Jasper. I didn’t want to believe what I saw. Monty tripped over something, when he fell his face was full of fear, we looked to the ground and saw bones.

“Who are they?” Finn asked. Clarke picked up the skull 

“What are they?” She corrected. 

We heard a distant scream. “Jasper! He’s alive.” I yelled and started running back

“Xephyr wait! Wait!” Finn called after me, needless to say I didn’t. “Wait! Stay out of the trees.” He grabbed me. We looked over to where JAsper was before but nothing was there. 

“He was right there?” finn said confused

“No, where is he?” Monty added.

“They took him.” Clarke said with concern. “Let’s go.” She turned around. We all ran back to camp. I didn’t want to but I knew that we couldn't’ not with the conditions we were in, we needed to go back.

We got back to camp and saw Wells holding a knife to Murphy’s throat. “Wells!” Clarke called out “Let him go.”  He let him go and Murphy charged at him.

“Enough Murphy.” Bellamy held him back. “Octavia, are you alright?” He ran to us. When he took her from Monty and I he gave me a look. I almost mistook it for pity but it wasn’t that, it was a look I hadn’t seen before. 

“Where's the food?” Bellamy asked strongly.

“We didn’t make it to Mount Weather.” Finn sat down.

“Then what the hell happened out there?” He almost yelled.

“We were attacked.” Clarke breathed out. 

“Attacked? By what?” Wells asked.

“Not what, who. Turns out when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn’t the last grounder.” “It’s true.” I added “Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us.”

“Yeah, the bad news is the grounders will.” Finn added darkly

“Where’s the kid with goggles?” Clarke turned to wells with sadness in her eyes

“Jasper was hit. They took him” She told him. “Where’s your wrists band?” He reached for his arm. 

He pulled away, “Ask him.” He nodded towards Bellamy. 

Clarke stepped towards him. “How many?” She asked sternly 

“Twenty-four and counting.” Murphy smiled with a look of success.

“You idiots.” I breathed “Life support on the Ark is failing, that’s why they brought us down here! They need to know the ground is survivable again and we need their help against whoever is out there! If you take off your wrist bands you're not just killing them! You're killing us!” I yelled out. 

“We’re stronger than you think. Don’t listen to her, she’s one of the privileged.” Bellamy rolled his eyes. “If they come down she’ll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wrist band on your arm, it makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they’ll forgive your crimes, I say you are not criminals. You’re fighters, survivors. The grounders should worry about us!” Everyone started to shout. My leg burned more and more the pain now searing to my hip, the world became blurry.

“Xephyr?” Octavia’s voice sounded distant and it rang. My legs became jelly, my mind blank, I fell to the ground, blackness started to overcome me. Before I completely blacked out I heard someone yell my name.

I stood there watching a clone of myself, 

“Why are you doing this?” Clarke pleaded.

“You know why, cause it’s fun. You knew that I was going to become this, everyone knew, and you let me live. You brought this upon yourself. “ I smiled. 

“No!” The me that was watching screamed.

Moving swiftly I sliced her throat. She fell to the ground. The me with a knife bent down, and ripped open her abdomen.  

NO! STOP!”

“Xephyr!” Bellamy yelled. I woke up sweaty and screaming. He looked at me concerned. 

“Xephyr, are you okay?” Wells asked. I nodded my head.

“We’re going to find Jasper.” Clark informed me.

“I’m coming with-”

“No.” Bellamy said. 

“Fuck off, like hell I’m not going with you, Jasper is my friend.” “Xephyr, calm down. He’s right, you’ll slow us down, with your leg,”

“My leg is fine.” I cut Clarke off. 

“You have a concussion. You could get even worse.” She put her hand on my shoulder.

“Fine,” I said sharply. “But I’m going to do what I can to get comms back up.” 

“I guess i can’t stop you there.” She sighed. “Well be back. Okay.” 

As they walked off I went up to the second level and saw Monty working on some wires.

“Need help?” I asked.

“From you, hell yes, i barely know how to do this shit.” I laughed and walked over to help.

As we were working on trying to get comms working the door to the lower level opened and Octavia walked in, a guy was following her but he was pulled down and Atom came up.

“Nobody’s bitch huh?” She asked him. “Maybe one of these days you’ll realize you can’t control me.” She said, I have a small breathy chuckle but she didn’t hear me.

“You know that guy you were with.” Atom smiled “did you know he was in for murder? You wanna know something funny? I’m actually protecting him from you.” He dropped down latching the door behind him. Octavia ran and started hitting it. The sound rang through my ears causing my head to hurt. I just ignored the pain and kept working.

“Consider yourself Controlled” Atom telles through the door.

“Is this all you got? They locked me under the floor for 16 years just for being born! This is nothing.”

“Ahem.” Monty got her attention.

“You wanna keep it down? I’m trying to concentrate.” He shrugged. Octavia walked over time us. 

“Damn it!” I yelled. I held my hands to my head trying to force out the pain.

“Hey you okay?” Monty asked.

“Yeah, i just…. i…. umm… we need some form of power.” I said.

“What about the bracelet?” He asked.

“Yes, yeah that’ll work.” 

“Use mine,” Octavia offered.

As Monty worked her bracelet off she asked about Jasper. 

“He may not be my real brother, but he’s always been there. Every memory i have, there’s jasper. I should be out there.” He sighed.

“You’re not gonna cry are you?” I joked.

“Shut up.” He scoffed.

“You sure about this?” I turned to Octavia. “Your brother won’t approve of you helping us contact the… the…”

“Ark.” Monty finished for me with a concerned look. 

“He’s not my keeper.” She gave me a look of assurance. “Let’s just do this. Let’s do it.” She nodded. 

Monty dropped the tool he was using and picked up a crowbar. He turned her wrist around and tried to pry it off. It came off and Octavia grunted in pain.

“Sorry” Monty apologized and handed me the bracelet. I held it up to the light filled with hope as i watched it die out.

“DAMN IT!” I sighed, “dead.” The two of them sighed.

“If you can’t even take it off how do you expect to turn it into a radio?” She asked us. Then the door opened and Atom popped up

Octavia gave me a look. “Go on, we’ll be fine. Got work to do.” I motioned towards the wires. She smiled and ran off.

“Hey Monty.” She called back. “Jasper would understand why you stayed.” She nodded.

“How is someone raised beneath the floor not a total basket case?” He joked. 

Octavia scoffed and then replied “who says I’m not.”

We continued working. My head was pounding, I started feeling dizzy. I stood up and walked around. “Hey, hey! Are you okay?” Monty got up.

“Yeah, i just…. I need a break. What are we doing again?” I asked. Monty laughed

“Your messing with me right?” I just looked at him. “Oh my gosh you’re serious. Xephyr what’s going on?” 

“What? What… huh?” 

“Xephyr. You should probably sit down.”

“What? No, I just. Um, can you close that damn door?” I pointed to the door that went to the lower level. Monty walked over and then my vision went black. 

“Xephyr!” He ran to me. “Xephyr…” he ran back to the door. “We need help up here.” 

My vision started to clear to see two other boys with Monty. “Someone go get water.” He turned to the boys.

“No! No, I just, I need to get back to work.” I shook them off.

“Xephyr?” Monty yelled 

“Shhhh! Shut up. You two, back on the wall.” 

Once Clarke and everyone else got back I decided I needed a real break. “I’m getting some air.” I got up and walked down the ladder then out of the drop ship. 

“Anyone who’s wrist band comes off gets to eat tonight.” Bellamy yelled. Kids lined up to have their bands taken off. Bellamy walked up to me. “Wanna get in line?” He gave an arrogant smile.

“I’ll starve.” I said bitterly. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

“All you’ve got to do is take that wristband off sweetheart.” I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear from behind, warm breath flowing over my neck, then two familiar warm hands run up and down my legs and hips. 

My breath hitched, but then I remembered what he had done to me. “Fuck off Murphy,” i shoved him off me. 

“Oh come on, if i remember correctly that used to drive you crazy. Used to make you beg for me. You couldn’t keep yourself off me then.” He sighed.

“And then you decided that I wasn't good enough. That you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Please, I was just upset, I didn't mean any of it.” He took a step closer.

“You called me a mental case! You said I was psychotic!” I yelled loud enough for the whole camp to hear. He put his hand over my mouth and shoved me against a tree.

“Come on love, that was years ago.” He ran his fingers down my neck and my arms. I tried pushing him off, but I couldn't. 

“Hey! Murphy! Back off.” Bellamy’s deep voice boomed. Murphy just looked at me. “Let her go!” He said more sternly, Murphy let go. “Now walk away.” Murphy did as he was told.

“I don’t need you.” I said sharply.

“Really? Cause looked to me like you did.” 

“John isn’t different from any of the others. He acts all tough, but in reality, he’s just a wus waiting to be put in his place.” I rolled my eyes. I pushed myself off the tree and lost my balance, i would have fallen if Bellamy hadn’t caught me.

“Whoa! You okay?” He asked.

“Like I said. I don’t need you.” I walked off to go find a place to sleep.

[herestoimagination]

Yeah, sorry hun. We all know you are in love with Clarke. About time you tell her don’t you think?

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 10)

*Not my Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been in lock up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader, The 100 x Reader

Post Date: 8-9-19

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Well, it’s been a while since I posted on the series...

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Based off episode 1x10 “I am Become Death” of the 100

“Lincoln?”

You looked at the man in front of you, unsure of how he was going to react to seeing you here covered in your blood and the blood of his people. He gave you a once over, taking in how exhausted and weak you seemed, yet too stubborn to stop moving.

“Come with me.” He said as you hesitated. Lincoln could sense your nerves so he slowly approached you, making sure you knew he was your side. Octavia told him what happened after he asked if he could thank you. He knew all about you getting banished but like everyone else he didn’t know the real reason. But at the same time he knew all about the girl from space on a killing spree. “You’ll be safe with me.”

“Why would you protect me?” He stuck his hand out, showing you he wasn’t going to do anything as he gave you a small smile.

“You saved me. I save you. Now let’s go.” You looked down at his hand, you didn’t take it but instead nodded your head, telling Lincoln you’ll follow as he led the way.

“Lincoln. Thank you.” You whispered, voice low as he turned to look at you. He still had a smile on his face but when you started to become dizzy under his gaze, it fell. He was next to you before you even realized, slowly moving up to look at him as he wiped under your nose. You were about to push him away but you couldn’t. Your arms felt too heavy to pick up as you looked at his fingers. Fresh blood coated them as your eyes met his before they shut, falling into his arms, unconscious.

Lincoln looked at you before piecing everything together. War. They were sending you and possibly someone else back to weaken the camp, knowing that they probably wouldn’t have just sent you.

He picked you up, one hand under your knees as the other went behind your back. The trek back to his cave was short and you were still out. He laid you on the ground, making sure you were on your side in case you had an attack before making his way out of the cave, headed towards your camp.

Back at the camp, tensions were high since your banishment and everyone was nervous about a grounder attack. Earlier, Bellamy had been yelling at everyone, getting them to work harder before he sighed running a hand over his face as he looked towards your tent. Or what was your tent. As soon as you left someone nabbed it, not caring if Bellamy and Clarke had another plan because honestly Bellamy tried to forget you. He tried to push you to the back of his head but he couldn’t. Images of your sullen face as you stared at the dead kid haunted him because he was confused, he wanted to know what happened more than anything but you were gone. And he helped kick you out.

He made his way back from the exodus ship with the others while he let you consume his thoughts once again. He wasn’t sure why you did this to him. You were no one to him not even a few weeks ago and now you’re stuck in his head. But at the same time he’s stuck in yours. The buzz of the camp knocked him back as the gate swung open. He looked around with a furrowed gaze until Jasper came up to him.

“Murphy’s back.” Was all he said before Bellamy clenched his jaw turning towards Clarke before they headed towards the drop ship where Jasper was pointing.

“Where is he?!” He yelled once he was inside seeing the bloody Murphy on the ground. He was pissed but he couldn’t help but hope you were here as well, or at least safe. He told almost everyone to leave before he forcefully questioned Murphy. Murphy kept his word to you, only lying to Clarke and Bellamy about being alone. When Bellamy and Clarke finally left him, he couldn’t help but feel bad for leaving you. Sure you were a pain in his ass and him in yours, but he didn’t make it out there long and he doubted you could too. But it was too late for that now.

Clarke came barging back in later the day as he was doubled over vomiting like he had been doing the last hour and a half.

“Murphy? Murphy, look at me. How did you escape from the grounders? Tell me what happened!” She pushed as his head pounded, throat sore from the vomit as he began to try and speak.

“I woke up and they forgot to look our cage. There was no one there so we ran.” He half mumbled, not paying attention to what he was saying as Clarke sighed.

“They let you go.” She started to stand up before she caught something wrong. “Wait... what do you mean we?”

Murphy felt his eyes widen as he realized what he’d done, hoping Clarke won’t press it more as Bellamy walked in. Clarke turned to Bellamy, telling him to back off before facing Murphy once again.

“You said ‘we ran’ Murphy, I thought you said you were alone.” She said again as Bellamy caught on realizing Murphy had been lying.

“Murphy I swear I’ll kill you rig-“

“Y/N. She was with me in the cage.” Murphy interrupted as his head fell into the wall behind him. Bellamy felt like he couldn’t breathe when he heard your name. Clarke just stared at Murphy, trying to get him to explain more. “She didn’t want me to tell you that she was alive. Either Miss Crazy didn’t want you to know she was treated like I was or she had another more deep rooted problem.” He mocked as he popped the ‘p’ on problem. Bellamy gripped his fist tight as Murphy smirked at him. He didn’t want to think about you right now, instead trying to figure out what was happening at the camp.

“Clarke, what’s going on?” She shook her head as she turned to face him.

“Biological warfare. Grounder retaliation. Murphy was the weapon. And I think Y/N was supposed to be too.”

You woke up as blood and other nasty liquids flowed out of your mouth, grossing you out as someone turned you onto your side. You finally finished as you fell to your back, pressing it up against a wall as you look around. Lincoln was sitting, staring at you while you wiped away the blood from your face, adding it to the mess of a ripped up bloody shirt you were wearing.

“What’s happening to me?” You groaned as you tried to sit up. Lincoln didn’t say anything as footsteps came into the cave.

“Lincoln?” Someone said as Lincoln quickly got up meeting them by the entrance as you hobbled over to see. Octavia was standing in front of Lincoln as you just stared. She hadn’t seen you yet and you were worried once she did. You leaned up against a wall as they talked letting them have their moment as you watched Lincoln turn to you.

“Y/N? Oh my god! Murphy said you refused to come back! I’m so glad you’re safe.” She said as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You hadn’t said anything as you hesitated but ultimately hugged her back. She noticed as she pulled away, getting a good look at the scars littered across your body that weren’t there a few days ago.

“Hey, O.” You whispered as she met your eyes again. God if there was anybody at camp you missed it was your floor girl. She gave you a smile as her eyes started to water.

“I miss you. We all do. Jasper keeps talking about you, trying to make Clarke and Bellamy mad they made you leave but Bellamy already feels it.” She didn’t tell you how she watched her brother go on hunts and try to look for you, just to make sure you were ok, or how she sometimes catches Bellamy writing your name in the dirt a little before scuffing it up, walking away in a hurry. She didn’t tell you any of that, instead she pulled you in for another hug. You didn’t hug back this time. Instead your head fell into her shoulder as your arms dangled to the side.

“You should get back to camp.” You muttered as she released you, a sad smile on her face as she understood your withdrawal now. It didn’t matter if they missed you, you were banished and wanted them to think you were dead but instead it was the opposite. Octavia left as you fell back onto the ground, staring up at Lincoln.

“You gonna protect her?” You joked as you nodded your head towards where Octavia formerly was. Lincoln let a small smile as you realized the sincerity of it. “If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” You joked before your smile dropped realizing you were still covered in his people’s blood. Lincoln seemed to notice your change, having caught the drop in your laugh as you picked off some dry blood. He pushed a pile of clothes over to you as you glanced up, giving him a slight nod as he left you to change.

You wiped off the blood on your face first before peeling the sticky shirt you’ve been wearing for what seemed like forever off your body. You didn’t flinched as you continued to wipe off the blood and discovered a few new ones, only hissing as your hand wiped over them. You hurried up as you slipped off your jeans, changing into a pair of ripped up black ones and a weird looking tank top that seemed to include what you assumed to be fishing net. You opted to continue wearing your ark jacket to keep your arms warm as Lincoln came back in. You looked like a grounder but still a delinquent, yet you didn’t feel like either.

“Thanks for the clothes.” You said as you threw your old ones in a pile you’d try to clean later. The sickness seemed to be clearing up because you felt more mobile and able to work. You knew at some point you’d have to bring up the topic you didn’t want to but knew was necessary.

“You don’t have to let me stay here. I don’t know if you were going to, but you don’t-“

“You can stay here.” He interrupted you as you closed your mouth giving him a soft smile and a nod.

You bit your lip as you sucked in a breath. “I killed people. That doesn’t bother you?” You muttered as you looked down on the ground. Lincoln moved to sit opposite of you as you sat against the wall again, knees pulled up to your chest.

“You killed my people who attacked you first. Word got out when you first started killing. The ones that found you had been following you, watching as you gave people an out, telling them to leave before you have to kill them. They believe you fought with honor.” He explained as your mouth dropped open, you never thought that you’d be famous amongst the grounders like this. A known killer. Life couldn’t get any better, could it?

“They call you skaikiler.”

Oh, sky killer. Great...

You knew Lincoln was letting you stay, but he was gonna leave with Octavia, the camp wasn’t safe and that’s what bothered you. They were your friends. Octavia, Jasper, Monty, Finn... Bellamy. They were going to be attacked and you couldn’t let that happen.

The sickness spread throughout the camp, infecting almost everyone, including the fearless leaders. Bellamy sat on one of the beds, eyes closed before turning over coughing. When he was done he met Murphy’s slight smirk.

“What?” He spat as Murphy dropped his head but not his mouth. The room was quiet as everyone was trying to sleep while Bellamy and Murphy talked.

“So, you banished her?” Murphy began as Bellamy looked away from her. “She’s a killer you know. Yeah, showed up a few days ago covered in blood that couldn’t have been all hers. I asked her and she gave me an-“ he stopped for a second to chuckle as Bellamy shut his eyes trying to drown out his words, “she gave me an interesting answer. You might’ve gotten lucky Bellamy, if she wasn’t crazy before, she is now.” Bellamy didn’t say anything still, basking in his words as he tried to get the bloodied image of you out of his head. It didn’t matter if it was your blood or not, it killed him to think of you having to do any of that. He didn’t want to believe you killed people but he saw you standing over the kid. He wasn’t perfect, he shot Jaha, tortured Lincoln, and banished you.

You took your clothes down to the river to start scrubbing them, making sure to clean up some of the blood on you as the sound of horses and people caught your attention. You knew you weren’t far from the path, so you ducked behind the tree. Your attention was pulled at the sound of a bullet skidding against the bridge not far from you. Focusing on the bridge, more importantly the weird canister sitting in the middle of it, the horses sounded like they were coming closer as a few more bullets swung by, coming close to hitting the container but not quite making it. Until one did. The explosion caused you to fall back on the ground, your head pounded. The only thing you could hear was ringing was you tried to sit up, holding your hands to your ears until the sound started to die out. You grabbed the clothes you had as you opened and closed your mouth, trying to pop your ears as you made your way back.

Lincoln was in his cave, writing in a journal when you showed up, still holding your ears.

“What happened?” He asked as you dropped your clothes on the ground.

“They- they blew up the bridge. T-The 100. I was next to it and then- kaboom.” You half breathed, half-explained while Lincoln checked you over, making sure you were fine. He listened to you explain what happened again in a more fluid way. Lincoln was nervous. He kept mumbling something about Mountain and Men or something as you watched him walk around, way too tired from your forced sickness and the impact of the bridge had knocked the wind out of you. It wasn’t long before Octavia came running into the cave, looking between you and Lincoln before settling on him. They both seemed upset, Lincoln spouting about mountain men once again before Octavia kissed him on the cheek, saying goodbye.

“Mountain Men?” You repeated as you stood off the ground, Lincoln turning to face you before tossing his head back.

“Mountain Men. People who you don’t want to meet. And hopefully you never will.” He quickly says before walking out of the cave, leaving you alone in the flickering torch light.

Part 11

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[tessasocs]

wbw + maria (has she done it?)

I have not! (and low-key reblogged it so someone would ask whoops)

B A S I C S

full name: Maria Rebecca Franco

gender: cis female

sexuality: bisexual as hell

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Becca Franco (grandmother), Leah Franco (mother), Eli Hassan (father), Marcus Kane (adoptive father)

birthplace: Mecha Station, The Ark

job: engineer

phobias: being floated, dying, losing those she loves

guilty pleasures: old pop music from Earth, cake, Monty's moonshine

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: ambivert

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Maria x Bellamy (duh)

ot3: Maria x Bellamy x Clarke, Maria x Murphy x Raven

brotp: Maria x Miller, Maria x Raven, Maria x Clarke, Maria x Murphy, Maria x Octavia, Maria x Monty

notp: Maria x Pike, Maria x Lexa

WBW!

[immortalcockroach]

Your prompt: Clarke has a nightmare about Bellamy being killed, after that she comes to Bellamy room to reassure herself he is still alive

afdsgoaf i’m sorry it took me so long to fill this prompt but i feel like it turned out even better

TAKE MY HAND AND TAKE MY HEART

summary: ‘I had a nightmare,’ she says. ‘I wanted to make sure you’re safe.’

‘You had a nightmare about me?’ His words sound like teasing but his voice is too empty, too lifeless for that to truly come across as such.

‘I have nightmares about everyone. Tonight, you were the one who died.’

Tonight, he died in her dreams. They don’t have a guarantee that tomorrow, he won’t die in her life.

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or, clarke has a nightmare and needs to make sure bellamy is safe.

pairing: Bellamy x Clarke

words: ~2,500

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‘How about now?’ A pistol is pressed to the temple of a man on hisknees.

‘No, please – I can’t give you the information. I don’teven have it! Please, Russel—’

‘Not even now?’ The pistol is cocked. Loaded withbullets and ready to fire.

Clarke is begging, Bellamy is shaking, and Russel isholding a pistol to his head. They’re on the Eligius ship and Bellamy isgagged, his curly hair thick with blood pouring from someplace on his head, andhis torso is filled with cuts and bruises. His dark eyes stare at her withintensity she’s never seen before, and he’s shaking, but he nods.

It’s almost as if he’s telling her it’s okay, you can tell them, we’ll figure it out. She looks at himand feels the burning in her eyes and her throat. How do you give information you don’t have?

Her gaze shifts back to the greying man with a laurelaround his head and she shakes her head. ‘I don’t have it!’ Clarke cries out.‘Russel, he’s done nothing, he doesn’t even know what we’re talking about!’

Russel cocks his head. His hand extends a little bit andpushes Bellamy’s head with the pistol. Bellamy closes his eyes in pain, butdoesn’t let out a sound. He just suffers, in silence, waiting for Clarke to dowhat’s right.

Trusting her. With his life.

Except she can’t do anything.

‘In that case,’ Russel says, ‘he’s of no use to me,then.’

Bellamy opens his eyes. He blinks, long, and Clarke cansee he knows what’s coming.

Clarke jumps in front of the pistol. Russel fires.Everything goes white. The bang echoes and her body lands with a thud, but it’snot the only one.

Nothing burns. Nothing aches. There is no wound on herapart from where she landed on the floor, with Russel’s pistol in her hands.

Next to her, Bellamy’s bleeding through a circular woundin his temple, eyes wide open.

Staring at her.

Empty.

‘NO!’

Clarke shoots out of her bed and the duvet falls off ofit, and she stumbles over it and falls, too, her knees burning. Her breathingis ragged and cold sweat caught in her eyelashes, and she closes her eyes toremind herself of what really happened. The hands on the tiles ground her. Itwas Madi, not Bellamy, and Russel never pulled the trigger.

Nobody died.

‘Fuck,’ she murmurs. ‘Fuck.’

Her back rests against the bedframe, wooden and cold.She tilts her head back until it’s touching the mattress and pulls the duvetoff the floor and closer to her. She might’ve been sweating from her nightmare,but outside, on Sanctum, it’s close to winter and it gets cold.

In her mind, the nightmare flashes again. She seesBellamy’s eyes, dead and empty, and the dread from it fills her as if it wasreal.

It takes some time, but eventually Clarke calms down.Her breathing slows to a steady pace and the sweat soaks back into her skin,and her eyes get used to the darkness surrounding her. The sounds she’s hearingisn’t gunshots, or people grunting – it’s the heating inside her room that’sfaulty and creaking every now and then. The floor underneath her is grounded tothe planet, not floating in space, stuck in the atmosphere.

She’s on the ground, Russel has been put away, and she’ssafe.

And so is Bellamy.

‘He’s safe,’ she whispers to herself. She closes hereyes and repeats it like a mantra. ‘He’s safe.’

They saved each other. They saved their people from thePrimes and Sanctum, and they made themselves a new home, as much as they could.They saved the people of Sanctum by helping them build a new society, one thatemploys democracy the way they did on the Ark and their ancestors before them,not theocracy. There are no false gods.

They’re safe.

Somehow, Clarke finds it hard to believe. If anything,her twenty-odd (who would even know at this point?) years of life have taughther to trust her instinct.

They should be safe, but Clarke doesn’t feel like theyare. There was Octavia being stabbed and disappearing from Bellamy’s arms onlydays ago, and there’s Hope who appears to be Diyoza’s daughter, in her lateteens or early twenties, and who still hasn’t woken up. There’s still thingshappening. The Anomaly, whatever it wants from them, is still a threat.

If Octavia could disappear before three people’s eyes,what gives Clarke the insurance that Bellamy is safe?

‘He’s safe,’ she repeats. Then, softly, ‘Fuck.’

She gives in with a defeated sigh. After everythingshe’s been through, although she knows there’s no real reason to doubt hissafety, that’s not enough for her. Besides, it’s not like she’s going to sleepanytime soon.

That’s the excuse she tells herself when she switchesher pyjamas for some normal clothes and a leather jacket, locking the door toher room as she leaves it. The autumn is chilly but the breeze feels almostsoothing on her face – a stark reminder of her survival.

Clarke knows they’ll never have complete peace. Therewill always be someone on the other side, fighting for their own cause, andthey’ll always end up having to defend themselves. She can only hope it’ll be awhile since they need to do that again.

Outside, Sanctum is quiet. There’s an odd person hereand there and they don’t seem to pay much attention to her. Most of them arepeople from Sanctum, who hardly recognize her, and few are the people of Wonkruor Eligius, who don’t really recognize her, either. She walks freely, for acouple of minutes, until she reaches a familiar house.

It’s one of the first ones they discovered when theyarrived. Close to the palace, where she resides—she’s still trying to learnfrom the Primes’ way of living—and close to the heart of Sanctum. If peoplenotice her standing here, they don’t show it. The suns have been out for only acouple of hours and even the people on the street are on their way home.

At first glance, she doesn’t see any lights in thehouse. It’s quite compact for two people, but Clarke knows Bellamy and Echo aremanaging. She moves a little to the side, wanting to check if maybe she couldsee some silhouettes moving, when she notices a light on the first floor, softenough to only be a candle.

Bellamy doesn’t leave candles lit unless he’s usingthem, because they’re a fire hazard.

This should be enough for her. The candle is lit and heis safe.

Clarke still knocks.

A few moments pass and she hears footsteps on the otherside of the door, followed by rustling of chains and a cough. They open with acreak and reveal Bellamy’s face.

‘Clarke?’ His voice is weak and unsure, almost as if hedoesn’t know if this is really happening.

‘Hey,’ she says. ‘Can I come in for a second? I meanit’s fine if you’re busy or—’

‘No, that’s fine. Come on in.’

Bellamy steps aside and lets her walk past him, closingthe door and putting a chain over it. He leads her into the living room on theupper floor and he sits on a couch while she plops down into the armchair,taking him in.

Mostly, she is relieved that he is safe and alive andbreathing without difficulties. However, that’s where her relief stops – thecandlelight falls on his appearance with gentleness, giving him a soft edge,but not even that manages to hide the roughness he comes with. His beard isuntrimmed and a little sharp around the sideburns, with hair finally startingto resemble the messy curls she was so used to before. But it’s unkempt, andhis skin is dry and his eyes seem half-closed and he looks like he’s crashing,but can’t sleep.

He looks like he’s falling apart.

Clarke’s heart breaks for him, but there is nothing shecan do about it that she isn’t doing already.

‘Where’s Echo?’ she asks.

Bellamy’s fingers tap against the glass coffee table,drawing in circular motion. He doesn’t raise his eyes to meet hers, like heusually would. ‘She went with some people to the forest, to try informingGabriel’s kids that the Primes are gone. I thought you knew.’

‘It must’ve slipped my mind,’ Clarke admits honestly.‘I’ve been a little preoccupied with Madi and helping Jackson.’

He nods, distantly. Clarke finds himself entranced bythe dance of his fingers, but snaps out of it.

‘I had a nightmare,’ she says. ‘I wanted to make sureyou’re safe.’

‘You had a nightmare about me?’ His words sound liketeasing but his voice is too empty, too lifeless for that to truly come acrossas such.

‘I have nightmares about everyone. Tonight, you were theone who died.’

Tonight, he died in her dreams. They don’t have a guaranteethat tomorrow, he won’t die in her life.

Clarke shakes the thought out of her mind. She rests herback against the chair, trying to relax in a place that doesn’t belong to her –a place, despite Bellamy’s presence, feels like she’s intruding. Knowing himand Echo have been together all these years is still something she hasn’t fullyhad the time to comprehend, not in the chaos that has been going on ever sincethey came back.

Bellamy breaks the silence. ‘I have nightmares, too.’

She waits. He finally lifts his chin and looks at herwith the same intensity he did in the dream, the same resignation between thelines.

A shiver runs down Clarke’s spine and she has to burythe instinct to reach out and take his hand into hers.

‘Usually I just dream about all the things that might behappening to Octavia. She isn’t dead, I know it. I know it,’ he repeats, as ifconvincing himself. ‘I see things you and I have done, too – the Mountain Mencoming after me with the kids, we’ve—we’ve… We have a lot of bad things,Clarke.’

‘I know. The things we needed to survive.’ Clarke’s eyesfall onto her hands in her lap, as she fiddles with her fingers. ‘They hauntme, too.’

The silence that falls is heavy, but not because ofwhat’s between them – it’s heavy because they understand, and nobody else does.Not even Echo, and Clarke knows that’s been a problem lately.

‘I’ve been trying to find things that could be usefulabout Octavia in the few of Josephine’s memories I still have,’ she says. ‘It’snot much, but it’s giving me a rough idea of where I should look, and—’

‘Thank you,’ he interrupts. She looks up to find himsitting closer to her, and his hand finds hers. ‘I know you have a lot on yourplate. I really appreciate that you’re doing this.’

Clarke turns her palm so it faces his, and she gives hishand a light squeeze. I’m here for you,she thinks. Then she says, ‘I’m here for you, Bellamy. You know that. If I canhelp, as little as I can manage, I will. I wish I could do more.’

The corners of Bellamy’s mouth tug upwards, just alittle bit, just enough to let her know he appreciates it. It’s not a smile andit’s hardly even a ghost of one, but there’s a light in his eyes that she seesa little clearer now, and maybe that matters more. ‘I know. I appreciate it.Even if you’re here just so I could have someone to talk to, I—’

When his voice cracks, he lets his head fall. Clarke isa little confused by the statement – does he not have Echo to talk with? Oranyone he’s been hanging out for the past six years? She feels a little stingof jealousy that she’s been having since they came back, when she realizedthings have changed.

She doesn’t let it get to her. Instead, she leans closerto him, close enough to put an arm around his shoulder and gently pull him intoa hug. ‘Whenever you need me, I’m here for you, even if it’s in the middle ofthe night.’

Bellamy lets out a coarse laugh. ‘Me too, apparently.’

His arms find their way to her back and he pulls hereven closer, closing the space between them. When he buries his head in hershoulder, Clarke feels his body lose some tension. He smells like it’s been awhile since he showered, and maybe he hasn’t since Echo left. She makes amental note to look after him, too, and spend more time with him to make surehe doesn’t fade away.

‘You’ve always understood me best,’ he murmurs into hershoulder, so quietly she almost thinks she misheard him. ‘You’re the onlyperson I could always talk to.’

She smiles, with closed eyes. Some things haven’t changed.

He creates some space between them, just enough so hecould look her in the eye but still not break the contact between her arms andhis hands. His expression looks a little lighter, a little better. ‘I’m glad Ihave you back.’

Clarke smiles, again. ‘I’m glad I’m not dead, too.’

The silence, this time, isn’t heavy at all. It feels asif something has been lifted, almost. She knows that this conversation offeredthem reassurance that they can still count on each other, no matter what, evenif it isn’t a matter of life or death. If it’s just a nightmare, they can reachout to the other. If they feel uneasy, they can talk about it withoutjudgement.

For a while, she thought he had that in other people,that he replaced her in times of peace. She underestimated him; she didn’t letherself believe that he cares about her as much as she cares about him.

After all, he is thereason she’s alive.

Clarke feels an overwhelming surge of emotion and itbecomes too hard to keep the eye contact, and she glances to the unkempt hairof his. Her fingers reach his face and she moves some of them away, tucks thembehind his ear, the way he did all those years ago when he told her everythingwould be okay.

It wasn’t then, but this time, it might.

She smiles at him, with her whole heart. ‘We’ll getthrough it. We’ll find Octavia, okay? I’m not letting you do this on your own.’

He’s not on his own, but without her, they both knowit’s almost the same.

Bellamy smiles. Truly, honestly smiles, and Clarke’sheart mends a little. ‘I know.’

Together, is what they don’t say, but it’s almost as if they do.

And maybe bit by bit, they’ll help each other finallyheal.