#raven/niylah

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Mechanical Love - Raven Reyes/Niylah

A/N: Day 7 for @domaystic

After returning to humanity along with Clarke it had been clear to Niylah that their time together was long over, Raven, finally coming to terms with the fact she and Abby would never really get past being just friends, had been the person she most came to get to know, intrigued by the girls affinity with mechanics.     Raven, always a mechanic, proves adept at making life a little easier for them all and finds that she enjoys having Niylah help her with working on things, the woman’s steady calm making her all the more attracted to her.     Love slowly blossoms between them, the two working side by side with one another and finding that they enjoy being together even when they work.  

[alannacouture]

The 100: Creating Strong Female Role Models Since 2014

[popchoc]

WITH YOU I'M BORN AGAIN - A Clexa Fic

A new planet brings new enemies, but help is just around the corner. "I told you I'll always be with you."

A The 100  / FTWD / TWD crossover, following two long lost lovers - together with their friends and foes - in their search for freedom.

Day 108: Clarke

“The question is, does any of this matter?” I wonder out loud. Moving back to the seating area, I sit down next to Madi. The others follow, except for Raven. “Did we find some relevant, maybe even important clue here, or is this just…”

“…some fun fact?” Niylah suggests.

“Well, yeah.”

“I guess that depends on what we’re trying to find,” she smiles.

Octavia sits forward, elbows on her knees. “I thought we were done searching. We wanted a place to live. We found it.”

“I’m good,” Murphy nods in agreement, “Got my girl, got a roof above my head…”

“Peace, safety,” Echo speaks up next, “I guess it’s all relative here, but yeah, I’m good too.”

I look next to me. “How about you, Madi?” I ask, laying my hand on her shoulder. "What do you need?"

She looks up at me, a clear answer in mind.

“Family. And friends." Then, grinning more widely. "Maybe a little less school.”

We all laugh. And as we do, my eyes find Lexa’s. They’re shining with joy, with a happiness that’s so rarely granted to her. “Freedom,” she softly answers my unasked question, almost like a whisper, “And you.”

It’s one of those moments when my heart flutters, my chest swells and I could honestly cry just by looking at her. God, how I love this girl!

It's also one of those moments when we're clearly not very subtle.

“Can someone please get these two a room?” Murphy sighs, followed by the most dramatic eye-roll.

Before I can shoot him a look though, Raven draws our attention back to her.“

Answers,” she simply states, “I want answers. And a cure.”

And just like that she brings us back to reality.

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[marinalor]

I just finished the 100 a minute ago

someone help me I'm dying

[lexa-griffins]

Accidental or planned knotting for alpha Clarke and omega Lexa? After it happens, Clarke and Lexa are forced to runaway with each other otherwise they'll both be put down for bringing shame to their family

Not quite what I'm planning, but also not too far from it 😏👀

[asleepingtiger]

New chapter for Love Hurts - Small Steps

Here’s a snippet…

Raven pulled Anya back down on the bed, “Ahn, wait.”

“Why?” Anya wanted to get tests to make sure they weren’t preemptively getting excited.

“Because you need to tell me how Niylah ended up with half of my water on her head,” Raven smirked at her love.

“Oh,” Anya rolled her eyes, “well she was trying to flirt with me and after knowing what shitstorm she and Clarke caused, I’d had enough.”

“So you decided to waste some water on her?”

“I also told her that was for Lexa and to stay away from my family.”

Raven nodded, “fair enough,”

“Can I go get some pregnancy tests now?!” Anya got up off the bed for the second time.

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

marcid [a Clarke-centric ficlet]

marcid - incredibly exhausted [from this prompt list] Clarke-centric, found-family references | setting: zombie apocalypse AU, the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia, USA | wc: ~850

Clarke wiped the sweat from her brow, breath haggard and muscles sore.

It was coming to the end of their prep time. Lists were crumpled and covered in smudged pencil marks, crossing off each crucial item as if it was as simple as a grocery list––instead of the very items that would protect their small pocket of humanity against the encroaching invasion. The long hot summer days were a blessing, even if it didn’t feel like it when you were in the trenches of the humidity. But it gave them more daylight, more time to get things moving and taken care of before night fell. Being able to see for miles was a gift, even if the threat still hadn’t fully reached their outpost in rural Virginia. 

The large yellow farmhouse wasn’t originally meant as a safe house for a zombie outbreak.

But here they were.

Biting her lip, Clarke glanced back at the house. It rose up on the grassy knoll, golden in the late afternoon sun. For now, the doors were wide open as people traversed in and out of it. A wrap-around porch, one she’d imagined painting on in the mornings, was lined with wooden white slats that she’d barely had a chance to finish repainting before everyone’s priorities shifted. Unseen, deep below the house, was the sprawling basement, now-turned bunker.

She was, no matter what, glad she’d purchased the house. She just wished it could be for the reasons she’d first had. 

But at least there was comfort in its new abilities.

A place where Madi would hopefully be able to grow up, when (if) all of this was over. Remote enough to hunt and grow their food, less needs to go into town and increase risk of infection. Plenty of storage for Octavia and Niylah as the latter taught the former all that she’d learned growing up even deeper in the area, down in the depths of Appalachia. Crucial skills that would help provide for them as they prayed for a day when things would hopefully return to normal. Even from here, down near the front edge of the property, she could see Murphy running Picasso around as he wore him out for the impending evening. 

The house would hopefully be a fresh start for more than just her now.

The thought left a bruising ache on her heart.

Fuck, she was tired.

She’d spent so much of her early twenties running. Running from things and people, all situations that now feel so trivial to think about. Sure, the whole hindsight-is-20/20-thing. But that type of growth had been accelerated the moment the news broke out on the TV. Clarke was just glad she’d been able to say goodbye to her mom before shit hit the fan. That they’d been able to bury the hatchet before she’d passed away.

It was the image of her mom in her mind’s eye, giving her one last comforting smile, that pushed Clarke to get back to hoisting the jugs of water out of the back of the truck and into the wagon she was filling. It was better to save on gas for now, do more heavy work by hand, than have it go extra mileage it didn’t need to. Better––certainly not easier. 

Clarke was an artist with a trust fund; her experience with manual labor had been limited to the single horse camp she’d gone to in middle school. She’d chosen debate club over sports in high school. Now, she’d spent the last couple weeks repairing the house, the garden, and the fence around the property. She and Bellamy climbed up onto the roof to fix it themselves. Hauling rocks to help Raven build the well. She held Madi tightly at night when the young girl had panic attacks, the soreness of her muscles nothing compared to her need to soothe her newly adopted daughter. Her brain hurt from planning and worrying. Her eyes dry from late nights with Bellamy, counting and counting and counting once more to make sure that their supplies would cover them for at least a little while.

Choosing to survive felt like a thankless task. One that some days she wasn’t sure she was cut out to do.

But as the news had grown more bleak each day, scientists pleading with the public to do what they could while cures were tested and chaos attempted to remain at bay, Clarke had felt something else.

A stirring determination to make it through. To live, not just survive.

She knew that there were no promises for tomorrow. The hoards coming over from DC would be upon their lands sooner than later. The valley was still lush in pockets and she could only hope it would give them enough cover.

It was hard to imagine she’d ever feel this tired again. Muscles sore and aching, arms fighting to not shake as Bellamy carefully taught her how to shoot.

But she knew she had to keep going. Push through the exhaustion and remind herself of the hope for the future.And she’d do everything she could to make sure they all made it there.

[ao3feed-clexafic]

Close to Me

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58947772 by GDVUS Lexa is in an accident and loses her memories of the past 13 years, as a result. Everyone in her life is suffering along with her. Anya has to run the business they built up together, used to her sister being the leader. Raven is trying to support both her wife and her friend, who has been suffering the past couple months because of something that happened with Lexa. But no one is suffering nearly as much as Clarke, who just lost the love of her life, to get her back, just to have her forget everything they had built together. Multiple POVs Words: 2579, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya (The 100), Madi (The 100), Aden (The 100), Original Clarke Griffin/Lexa Child(ren), Costia (The 100), Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane (The 100), Jake Griffin, Roan (The 100), Nia | Ice Queen, Bellamy Blake, Wells Jaha, Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Gaia (The 100), Indra (The 100) Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Anya/Raven Reyes (The 100), Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Costia/Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin/Roan, Clarke Griffin/Niylah, Octavia Blake/Lincoln Additional Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Spy Clarke Griffin, The Coalition is a co-operative of High Level agents run by Lexa, Memory Loss, Lexa loses her memory, Soulmates Clarke Griffin/Lexa Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58947772

[good-question-love]

[SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE 100]

has anyone else noticed that everyone lost their first "love" (quotation cause some of the following relationships had shitty development)

Abby lost Jake

Octavia lost Atom

Clarke and Raven lost Finn

Jasper lost Maya

Bellamy lost Gina

Lexa lost Costia (assuming she was her lover, don't remember if it was specified)

Luna lost Derrick (I think that was his name and assuming he was her first love for purposes)

Miller lost Bryan

Monty lost Harper

Jordan lost Priya

Gabriel lost Josephine

Echo lost Bellamy (or the real Echo, maybe. either way)

Everyone except Murphy (and well Jackson but eh). (okay technically she did die but he brought her so it doesn't really count) Like they fucked up his whole psyche, but they didn't take Emori. Why is he the only one who got any mercy?

Like they were merciless with everyone. Clarke lost all of her lovers in some way (Niylah betrayed her), both her parents, her best friend TWICE, and her daughter (not even to mention all the shit she went through to survive/save her people and all the hate she got for it, you don't gotta like the character just respect her ruthlessness). They made Bellamy a sheep (multiple times *cough* fucking Pike *cough*) and made his whole death pointless cause he was right and Madi gave herself up like immediately after (so fucking mad you don't even know). Raven lost her childhood best friend/lover after he cheated on her (her childhood for fucks sake), her leg, ALIE (that was bad in general but damn), had to stop her own heart to survive, and then Shaw. Jasper went through it before he took himself out. Monty was hated by his best friend (just the Mount Weather incident), forced to kill his mom twice, watched his best friend die, sent his son into danger, watched Harper die, and never saw anyone he loved again (hell, whether he died of old age or not is still up in the air, they never found a body). They threw sweet Jordan into a horror show by the scruff of his neck. Echo had a childhood for sure. Gabriel had lifetimes of fuckery. The fucking disservice to Lexa (and Lincoln) by having her be shot. Luna killed her own brother and lover then watched her entire clan die. Miller lost his dad and was in the bunker... Abby got her husband killed, the bunker, Kane, and then was just erased (POOF bye bitch👋 wtf). And Octavia (need I say more? I will tho). Raised under the floor, imprisoned for being born, mom dead, dad who?, Atom, Lincoln, Ilian, you are Wonkru or you are the enemy of Wonkru, cannibalism, watched her first kinda child die (Ethan), banished by her own brother, lost time with Hope, and lost Diyoza.

And Murphy went through it too. Like BADLY but he never had to live without Emori.

This post is nothing. I just think that's beautiful.

[alannacouture]

Warrior Women of The 100 🙇‍♀️

[torturedpoetskywalker]

As you all know, the Femslash February event of this year starts tomorrow so I decided I’ll be taking prompts and posting them in my account on AO3 iammyownsaviour (ant1hero), and pseuds ant1hero and transacelovegood (ant1hero). Here’s the full list of the fandoms and ships I want to write this year, you can send me an anonymous or non anonymous inbox with your prompts and you can even say in the inbox, in case you have an AO3 account, if you want me to gift the fanfic to you. And you can find the prompt list I'll be using for this event on my tag #fanfic events, but you can send prompts that aren't there too. Please be welcomed to send as many prompts as you can and I'll try writing and posting them for the whole month of February!

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024

FANDOMS & SHIPS

SEND ME PROMPTS!!

My Little Pony

Applejack/Rainbow Dash

Rarity/Fluttershy

Studio Ghibli

Ponyo/Kiki

Kiki/Ursula

Lisa/Granmamare (Ponyo)

Cardcaptor Sakura

Sakura/Tomoyo

Steven Universe

Peridot/Lapis Lazuli

Pearl/Amethyst

Pearl/Rose

Pearl/Garnet

Pearl/Bismuth

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona/Kim

Ramona/Roxy

Kim/Roxy

Kim/Knives

Envy/Roxy

Wednesday

Wednesday/Enid

Wednesday/Bianca

Mean Girls (2024)

Regina/Janis

Regina/Cady

Cady/Janis

The Hunger Games

Lucy Gray/Tigris

Katniss/Johanna

Katniss/Cressida

Rue/Primrose

Ginny & Georgia

Ginny/Abby

Ginny/Padma

Abby/Padma

Hamilton

Angelica/Fem!Alexander

Angelica/Eliza

Eliza/Maria

Outer Banks

Sarah/Kie

Sarah/Cleo

The OC

Anna/Summer

Marissa/Alex

Anna/Alex

Star Wars

Padmé/Fem!Anakin

Padmé/Sabé

Padmé/Dormé

Padmé/Cordé

Padmé/Jamillia

Padmé/Breha

Padmé/Beru

Sabé/Fem!Anakin

Sabé/Dormé

Sabé/Jamillia

Sabé/Breha

Sabé/Beru

Cordé/Dormé

Jyn/Leia

Leia/Fem!Han

Rey/Fem!Kylo

Rey/Connix

Rey/Rose

Rose/Jannah

Rose/Connix

Marvel

Betty/Liz

Cassie/Lila

Carol/Valkyrie

Carol/Natasha

Riri/Shuri

Riri/MJ

Sif/Valkyrie's

Sif/Jane

Sif/Maria

Natasha/Wanda

Natasha/Laura Barton

Natasha/Maria

Kate/Yelena

Kate/Lila

Kate/Cassie

MJ/Betty Brant

MJ/Lizu

MJ/Shuri

MJ/Cassie

Jane/Darcy

Jane/Wanda

Jane/Valkyrie

Gamora/Nebula

Stranger Things

El/Max

Joyce/Karen

Nancy/Barb

Nancy/Robin

Nancy/Kali

Robin/Chrissy

Robin/Barb

Robin/Eden

Kali/Eden

Chrissy/Kali

Chrissy/Eden

Teen Wolf

Fem!Stiles/Fem!Derek

Allison/Erica

Allison/Kira

Allison/Cora

Allison/Malia

Allison/Laura

Lydia/Fem!Stiles

Lydia/Erica

Lydia/Cora

Lydia/Malia

Lydia/Laura

Malia/Fem!Stiles

Malia/Kira

Malia/Erica

Malia/Cora

Doctor Who

Donna/Martha

Rose/Martha

Rose/Clara

Clara/Martha

Clara/Amy

Clara/Ashildr

Clara/Missy

River/Missy

River/Martha

River/Rose

Once Upon A Time

Snow/Regina

Snow/Red

Snow/Aurora

Regina/Red

Regina/Maleficent

Mulan/Aurora

Mulan/Belle

Belle/Regina

Belle/Red

Aurora/Cinderella

The 100

Clarke/Raven

Clarke/Octavia

Clarke/Gaia

Octavia/Raven

Octavia/Niylah

Octavia/Lexa

Raven/Emori

Raven/Abby

The Wilds

Shelby/Becca

Toni/Regan

Fatin/Leah

Leah/Nora

Leah/Rachel

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

i love shipping/wishing two characters were friends after they either had one conversation, looked at each other blankly ONE TIME or never even met. it’s all in my head and i get to make my own canon, but then i rewatch the show/movie and just get so disappointed when i realise none of it ever happened.

like, what do you mean octaven had one interaction in s1, minty never happened, fox and harper weren’t dating, bellamy and murphy were “just friends”, emori and raven weren’t space gfs after the time skip, niylah literally called octavia the sun and then stayed friends, and clarke and gaia literally raised a child together and had a domestic dinner scene for nothing to happen??????

[justinewt]

To Choose Who Lives And Who Dies - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirty-One

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Summary: Bellamy and Michelle had made a choice that sealed the fate of hundreds of their people, only making possible for 100 of them to survive inside Alpha station, but Clarke chose to keep their people in the dark, doing the exact same thing Jaha had done on the Ark. Everyone worked hard on fixing the ship, unaware that most of them wouldn't survive the radiation coming their way. Raven, Clarke and Bellamy argued over this for days and when they found Jaha trying to leave camp with the rover, they confront him, and he claims he has a lead - a way to ensure the salvation of all 500 of them, but is it another one of his whims that will cost people's lives? As were Mount Weather and Alie?

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: The 100 season 4 spoilers (episode 3 "The Four Horsemen"), title from a quote from the book Storm Siren by Mary Weber, angst, heart to heart, grief

Everyone was working hard to get the ship ready for the radiation, the black rain and everything that was yet to come their way. They made a choice when they decided to free their people from the Azgedan and they were now over 500 people in Arkadia, all while the ship, even fully fixed and prepared, would only sustain a little over a hundred people, as Raven said. Michelle wasn’t the only one to now realize that for the sake of a few, they comdemned 400 of their people and Clarke didn’t tell any of them, to use their hope as fuel for their determination to get the ship ready. Raven was mad about it and Michelle did feel responsible for it because she chose to make this choice, with Bellamy. He wasn’t the only one to blame. When the others had all voted, they looked at each other knowing they would follow whatever choice the other made and Michelle wanted to help them, and he did too. She wondered, if she had chosen the opposite, to bring back the hydrogenator, if he would have followed her call. He most likely would have, to be honest, but she didn’t. And neither did he.

“Two meals a day for people working as hard as ours, we won’t make any friends.” Bellamy said as they walked into the room. Raven was standing on the last step of a ladder, her back to them, blowtorch in hand as she repaired the structure of the ship. Clarke was pushing a full cart in front of her.

“Well, if there’s one thing our people understand, it’s rationing.” Clarke declared. It was true, with what they had to do on the Ark, it would make sense for them to understand the urgency of the situation. Michelle helped as they put away the plastic pockets of vacuum-packed food on the shelves. “Besides, once we close those doors, it’ll be one meal for the next 5 years.”

“Try one meal every other day.” Raven lifted her protective mask and turned towards them. She stepped down from the ladder and took it off. She was very much, and understandably, still bitter regarding their choice about the hydro generator, and the fact Clarke chose to lie to everyone. “Hunting parties are coming back with less and less. Thanks to your friend Niylah, we’re preserving more meat than ever, but it’s still not enough. Without a way to make water, growing our own protein like we did on the ark is not an option.” She stuffed her mask in Bellamy’s hand as she spoke. “Remember that when we’re starving.”

“I won’t be starving because I won’t be inside.” Michelle instantly looked up at him, frowning. Thoughts raced through her head, and she parted her lips, but she said nothing.

“Yes, you will.” Clarke was about as confused and as against it as she was. Michelle subtly shook her head – no, she wouldn’t let him sacrifice himself to make up for the decision he made. She made it with him. If he stayed outside the ship, she would too, and she quickly realized, as she thought about it, that her father would never let her die but if she stayed alive, Bellamy had to stay alive as well, otherwise how was she supposed to just go on with her life after basically letting him kill himself. It would be just like when she almost lost her father. She would never have been able to go on with her life. There were only three people whose deaths would destroy her – her father, Clarke, and Bellamy. When Clarke was away, she survived thanks to her father, and the thought that Clarke was alive.

“Does that mean you made the list?” Raven enquired.

“No. What about drinking water?”

“Clarke, don’t change the subject. We need to know who’s gonna be on the inside of these doors when the radiation comes.” Bellamy and Michelle were both watching them talk from the corner of their eyes as they kept on putting away the food, but she would have a chat with Bellamy later.

“We don’t need to know now.” The conversation was cut short when a voice came over the PA system. Sick people were at the camp’s gate. The four of them rushed outside and at the gate, the guards were holding a bunch of grounders at gunpoint, warning them not to come any closer. Bellamy, Clarke, Michelle and Raven broke through the small crowd and the line of guards to see what this was about. They recognized one of the grounders, Nyko, as he put a little girl on the ground. Two others were bent forward, on their knees, coughing. Michelle squinted her eyes, looking at the woman. Her long, dark red hair reminded her of someone else’s and as Clarke slowly walked up to them, she realized it was Luna.  

“What if it’s a grounder attack like they did with Murphy?” Miller wondered, wary. Michelle shook her head.

“No, that’s not it. Bellamy, look, it’s Luna.” She patted his arm with the back of her fingers and pointed at the woman. He wasn’t sure as they couldn’t see her face, but she recognized her hair and was convinced it was the grounder from the oil rig, though her hair was less voluminous than it was then, and dirtier. She and Bellamy followed Clarke as she walked up to them.

“What happened to them?” She asked.

“The sickness. We lost more than 40 on the way.” The woman she thought was Luna coughed, lifting her head slightly and Bellamy finally saw it was actually her.

“Luna?”

“See? I knew it was her.” Luna looked up at them, weakly. She looked beyond exhausted and drained of all her energy. She exchanged a gaze with Michelle, probably wondering how she recognized her, but she then looked at Clarke.

“Please, don’t turn us away because of what I did to you.” Clarke didn’t say anything, turning to her friends next to her. Abby then arrived, joining them outside the gate. She put a cloth over her mouth and nose, just in case, but quickly took it off and got to her knees to take a close look at the little girl in Nyko’s arms. Clarke kneeled beside her while the others watched.

“Mom, what is this?”

“Fever, lesions, vomiting. It’s ARS.”

“What’s ARS?” Bellamy asked, really speaking for all of them as none, aside from Clarke maybe, knew what she was talking about.

“Acute radiation sickness.” He, Raven and Michelle all exchanged a glance as Clarke stood up.

“When did the symptoms start?”

“I’m not sure. Right before the fish started dying.” Luna said.

“The fishs are dying?” Raven spoke. If animals were dying, this meant less food for everyone.

“Floating on the sea to the horizon in every direction.” Nyko added.

“It’s not contagious. Let’s get them to Medbay. Come on.” Abby helped them up and Raven went with her and the grounders. Clarke went next to Bellamy and Michelle, who had kneeled next to a young woman lying on the ground.

“It’s already here.” Neither of them said anything else to Clarke’s statement. It was grave enough. What Alie had warned them about, the nuclear power plants melting and the radiation and everything coming, was already there. It it had hit the oil rig out on the ocean, it was but a short flight for land. Michelle immidietaly thought of her father still in Polis and pulled her eyebrows closer in worry, staring at the ground, hoping he would come back to Arkadia before it reached the city. 

In Medbay, the sick grounders were getting worse, barely moving from their beds. Clarke was further in the room, with her mother and Jackson, discussing their state and possible treatments. Bellamy and Michelle walked in, looking around. She winced in disgust at the sight of Luna vomiting black blood into a bucket and frowned worriedly as she reached for a cloth and approached to give it to her once she was done. It was quite painful to see her like this. It didn’t matter that they weren’t close to her. Michelle felt Bellamy standing just a few inches behind her and his hand gently finding her shoulder.

“You think I deserve this for refusing the flame?”

“No.” Michelle replied, a mere second after Luna spoke. “No one deserves to suffer.”

“Besides, this would’ve happened anyway.” Bellamy added. Clarke came to see them.

“This is all that’s left of my people. Can you save them?”

“We’ll do everything we can. You have my word.” They took a few steps away when she coughed again, to talk, just the three of them. “Tell me something good.”

“Raven’s looking for us.” He walked back to the door, his hand sliding down as he let go of Michelle’s arm and they left the infirmary to go find Raven. She brought them to the computer screens and one of them showed a map, with dashed lines linking the rig to Arkadia and Polis.

“So, Luna’s rig is here, and if the fish in these waters are dying, well basically we’re screwed.”

“I don’t understand. Alie said we had 6 months.” Hands on his hips, he looked at the screen with a subtle frown.

“We don’t.”

“Well, then how long do we have?” Clarke wondered.

“It’s hard to say. Radiation is dispersed by jet stream and carried by ocean currents, so it’s not an exact science, but the leading indicators are small species die-offs — fish, insects. Based on the new data, I’d say we have… Two months of survivability…” Clarke looked defeated as she turned her head towards Bellamy and Michelle, and they seemed just as stunned. “Maybe less.”

“The ark won’t be ready.” He said quietly, shaking his head.

“It’ll be close. If we triple the man hours and work round the clock, we should be able to achieve a hard seal before the black rain comes. We just have to decide who gets to live here.”

“Raven, we’re not talking about the list again.”

Michelle sighed, “We have to talk about it.”

“Yes. Michelle’s right, Clarke. We are running out of time. We have to make a plan for the day we close the doors, drill for it, make sure only the survivors have guns, agree on protocols for dealing with the people who are pissed off they’re not chosen. You asked me to be in charge of rationing, and I’m doing it, but choosing who gets to live or die is your speciality.” As she was about to respond, the sound of the Rover’s engine reached their ears and she turned around, glancing over her shoulder. As Raven then added, no one was scheduled to take the rover. They walked briskly in the corridors and exited through the hangar’s doors. The SUV was right outside. Jaha was inside. Bellamy knocked on the driver’s side door, ordering the old chancellor to get out of the vehicle and opened the door.

“I need to make a run.”

Raven took a step forward, “All supply go through me, and you shouldn’t be working on the patch to sector 5?” Bellamy gave a nod to the side motioning for him to get out. Jaha stepped out of the rover and the door was slammed behine him.

“A patch for a ship that can only save a hundred people? Why are you surprised? I am an engineer. We have no way to generate water. The harder number is 400. Can you really sentence 400 more of our own people to death?”

“We don’t have a choice.” She exclaimed. They glanced over their shoulders at the people working nearby. They were looking at them after hearing her raise her voice at Jaha and quickly looked away.

“What if you do? What if I told you there might be a fallout shelter less than a day’s drive from here – a fallout shelter built to sustain thousands?”

“What if it’s like Mount weather or your fucking city of light? Both were your ideas, and they were terrible ideas – hundreds died.” Michelle spoke crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at Jaha.

“We’ve been through the chancellor’s file anyway. All the bunkers you considered for the hundred were listed as compromised or unviable, and now Mount Weather is too.” His eyes went from Michelle to Raven.

“Those were government bunkers.” He turned back around and opened the driver’s side door but instead of it being to get back into the vehicle, he handed something to Clarke. A notepad showing an article.

“A doomsday cult?” Bellamy read as Clarke swiped right to look at the other articles on there.

“That’s right – the second dawn.”

“They built a bunker?” She took her eyes off the small screen.

“Their whole theology was based on riding out the end of the world.

“And why didn’t you consider it?” Raven enquired. Michelle listened and looked at the notepad as Clarke read and swiped. There were lots of articles on this.

“We couldn’t prove it existed.”

“So why are you considering it now?” Bellamy wasn’t the only one of them to be doubtful of his intentions with this new plan of his. They were all distrustful of him after all that happened because of him.

“Because before now, we didn’t need it.”

“You found it, didn’t you?” He looked around before answering Clarke.

“We can’t be sure unless we check it out.” And on that he wasn’t wrong, and Michelle looked to the side, annoyed, her arms crossed in the same fashion as Raven’s. Both were reluctant to listen to the man. Michelle even more so. He did put her in solitary confinement when all she ever did ‘wrong’ was being Clarke’s best friend and knowing something she shouldn’t have known and for that she was then as much of a danger as Clarke was. And she was a pretty defiant teenager back on the ark. It was a known fact that she often talked back to her mom and though she wasn’t the kid she used to be anymore, she still heavily disliked Jaha and if he happened to be in a life-or-death kind of situation, she already knew she would let him die. While she was thinking, she heard Raven and Clarke argue. Raven wasn’t about to let Jaha take the rover.

“We need that rover for hauling pieces of a 3-ton patch we’re build—” She was cut off mid-sentence.

“Yeah, but if he’s right, we don’t need a patch.”

“Can I talk to you guys for a second?” They stepped aside to speak in private, out of Jaha’s earshot. “Can you, Michelle, please remind Clarke what happened the last time Jaha went looking for salvation, as you’ve already mentioned, in case Clarke wasn’t listening?”

Michelle sighed through her nose, letting her arms fall to her side, glancing at Jaha from the corner of her eyes, not so sure anymore of what to say, though she perfectly knew what Raven was referring to – what she had said about the city of light killing hundreds of people because of Jaha’s whim. She didn’t say anything this time and Bellamy spoke in her stead.

“Raven, if that bunker is real, we can save a lot more than a hundred people.”

“If it’s not, we’ve lost another day.”

“Hey, look. If it’s not, I’ll make the list… Okay?”

She sighed, glaring at the three of them, “Do what you want. I’ve got a ship to seal.” They watched her leave before turning to Jaha. This time, Michelle was the one glaring while Bellamy took his place in the driver’s seat, and they sat in the back and drove out of camp. Clarke was in the passenger seat at the front with Bellamy and Michelle was especially unhappy to have to sit across from Jaha, her arms crossed as she leaned back. Clarke watched the video linked on an article and the voice of a man doing a presentation on a stage rose from the notepad.

“The end is coming, and it’s coming soon.”

“He gave this speech two weeks before the bombs.” Jaha said. Michelle slightly lifted her head to look over the seat and Clarke’s shoulder at the screen, the man speaking was the founder of this Second dawn thing, shoulder-length hair and a beard, he kind of reminded her of how her father looked with his beard and hair too, but in black.

“The world is dark and getting darker all the time. Everything we once trusted has turned on us — government, religion. Even technology has become a weapon in their hands used to poison our minds. I know you’re in pain. I know you’re afraid, but it doesn’t have to be like this. There is a way out of the darkness. I can show it to you. You can be saved. Join us, and together, when the horsemen come, from the ashes, we will rise.”

Clarke handed it back to him, “Please tell me you have more than this.”

“In the two years before the bombs, Cadogan sold off most of the second dawn’s real estate holdings, generating tens of millions of dollars, but there was one thing he didn’t sell.” Michelle had seen him swipe a couple times across the pad’s screen before giving it back to Clarke to show her something else. Michelle leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs. “I found this in his autobiography. His father built a bunker there to save his family. I think Cadogan used the church’s money to expand it.”

“Grew up there. Maybe he kept it for sentimental value.” Bellamy figured.

Jaha quietly chuckled through his nose, “Hmm. His father beat him almost daily in that house. He hated living there.”

“Why keep it if you’re liquidating everything else?” Clarke wondered.

“Because that bunker is there. I can feel it.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s there. Doesn’t mean we can use it. It was a century ago. And we’ve been on the ground for almost half a year – if there were survivors like in Mount weather we would’ve known by now.”

“Maybe not survivors, but the bunker is there.”

She shot up her eyebrows, rolling her eyes, and repeated herself under her breath, “doesn’t mean we can survive there.”

“She’s not wrong. And the guy sounds like a religious fanatic to me.” Bellamy spoke.

“Maybe, or maybe he was just a leader willing to do whatever it took to save his people.”

“Like you, you mean?” Michelle chuckled but she wasn’t smiling, not even a smirk. She was glaring at him, slouching back, in the shadow of Clarke’s seat, arms still crossed, gripping tighly on each other. He locked eyes with her. She wasn’t one to speak much or initiate conflicts, but she couldn’t help but speak her mind and try to get into an argument with him though she knew beforehand that he would keep his composure easily and anger her. She felt as though she was 15 or 16 again and getting back at her mom for something she said or not wanting to tell her about her dad yet again. There were only few people whom she held a grudge against, and Jaha was the only one still alive. She had forgiven her mother months ago, same with her father and Pike was dead and she couldn’t care less about him. But Jaha was still annoying her with his presence. He let out another of his chuckles and she frowned.

“You hate me. I understand.” Her frown went from one of anger to one of confusion and she squinted her eyes, wondering what made him think he could understand her one bit. But his tone of voice aggravated her. He sounded as though she was still the kid he had locked up.

“Don’t patronize me, Jaha.” She gritted her teeth, clenching her jaw. Neither Bellamy nor Clarke said anything for now, looking at them through the rearview mirror. “Your mistake is that you think you understand. But you’re right – I do hate you.”

“I am sorry.”

“Well, you’ve got a lot of things to be sorry for.” She wasn’t buying it and wouldn’t accept his apology even if it were genuine and sincere. She wouldn’t accept any apology from him because she didn’t care about him and his words were of no value to her. She didn’t like him on the Ark, and she despised him on the ground. She never respected him, and he was smart enough to know it.

“I know.” He nodded, glancing at his hands joined at his knees as he leaned forward. “I want to apologize for a lot of things.”

“Save your breath.” She looked away, losing interest in talking to him. He began with apologizing for how the city of light events turned out and she pursed her lips, staring at the car’s back door. “You forced my dad to take the chip.” He was about to say something, and she knew he would find an excuse for himself, so she continued. “It was your choice to do what you did – your choice to take the chip. I saw his hands. You tortured him to make him take the chip.

“I am sorry, Michelle.” She finally crossed his gaze again. Her eyes were shining slightly, gradually getting teary as she spoke through her gritted teeth, trying to contain herself.

“I almost killed my dad, because he was under Alie’s control and almost— almost killed Bellamy. I picked up a fucking metal bar and almost bashed my father’s head in.” Her nostrils flared and she swallowed harshly. “You saw how Octavia stabbed Pike, at the end? If my dad was dead, I would have killed you too. My mother’s gone – I couldn’t have lost him too.” Her voice got quieter as she looked away. “It's not even been 5 months since I found out he’s my father.”

“Callie didn’t want you to know.” She instantly turned her face back to him. Her facial features were no longer so tense.

“You knew?” She asked, almost whispering.

“Most of us – at the council – did. Those close to your mother. But it was her choice not to tell you that Marcus was your father. It was obvious to us.”

“I’m aware that Abby knew but— the whole council?”

“Yes.” He finally admitted and Michelle’s facial expression was now overtaken by the shock. She had no idea that over a dozen people knew that Kane was her father the whole time, and that none of them ever cared enough to tell her when all she had ever wanted, ever since she was a kid, was to know her father. It was the cause of so much tension and so many disputes with her mother when she was a teenager. It could have all been avoided if she hadn’t been lied to her whole life. She wouldn’t have been too mad if Abby had been the only one to know – she was her mother’s best friend after all – but finding out that almost every single adult around her knew. She was so stunned she didn’t even know how to react to this. She shook her head, her arms uncrossing. She asked herself a question she had already asked herself before – if Kane actually knew or not. She didn’t exactly remember what Abby said to this. Maybe he knew but didn’t want to face it, or rather couldn’t face it. Or he really didn’t. Either way, she had forgiven him anything he might have done wrong, and they worked on their relationship and as she thought about this, she realized that their relationship got so good and close-knitted because he was alive, allowing them to talk things through.

And she also came to the realization that she had lied to herself – she hadn’t fully forgiven her mother and she was one of the dead people she still held somewhat of a grudge against, and she hated herself because it would always be this way because her mother was dead and they could never discuss all this face to face, and it was eating at her. She hated herself for not being able to just let it go and forgive her mother, because she loved her so much. She hadn’t realized that as she got lost in her thoughts, the rover had gotten silent. Her lips quivered and she squinted her eyes as tears flooded them. He spoke again and she glared at him through her tears and told him to shut up, eventually raising her voice at him and storming out of the moving car. She heard Bellamy swear and call out to her as she hopped off through the backdoor, almost losing her balance as she landed on the ground and she walked away with a brisk step, wiping the tears that had rolled down her cheeks and trying to keep the rest of them from falling. She could hear that the car had stopped behind her and though she walked quickly, Bellamy reached her even quicker, jogging towards her. He had called her names quite a few times, but she hadn’t responded. It wasn’t that she deliberately wanted to ignore him, but she just couldn’t respond.

“I can walk back.” She insisted. He grabbed her arms and drew her into a tight hug as she broke into tears. She tried to apologize for wasting their time with this, but he dismissed it and she cried, resting her cheek against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, her hands gripping onto his jacket like claws. What she had just found out had made her feel like everyone around her had been taking her for a fool for her entire life and she felt disabused. He rubbed her back to comfort her and gently cradled her head, bringing strands of hair behind her ear. In this moment there was only one other thing that she wanted most. Her voice was shaking, broken with sobs, “I want to see my dad.”

“I know.” He felt for her, but unfortunately, he couldn’t really say anything else, because he couldn’t assure her that she would seem him soon. All he could do was support her as he did in this moment. They returned to the rover a minute later. Clarke was standing outside the vehicle, by the passenger’s door and she came up to them, giving a compassionate look to her childhood best friend.

“Ignore Jaha, okay? Take my seat. I’ll go in the back.” She walked around the car while Michelle took her place in the passenger seat, arms crossed as she slumped in the seat, bringing her legs to her chest and letting her knee lean against the door. Bellamy got in as Jaha quietly apologized again and he told him off.

“Shut up, Jaha. You’ve talked enough.” Michelle didn’t even look at him from the corner of her eyes. She stared straight ahead of her through the windshield and Bellamy started the car again. They drove through the thick forest until night fell, a few hours later. Jaha turned on a flashlight and if not for the spotlights at the front of the car, it would be totally pitch-black outside. They could barely see anything anyway. He stopped the rover, and they got out, sweeping the area with their flashligths.

“Cadogan learned how to survive from his father.” Jaha said. “They hunted in these woods.” He held up the tablet, lining up the pitcute of the house and trees with the background. “This is it.”

“Well, if anyone’s entitled to a lucky break, we are.” Bellamy declared.

“You hear that?” They all looked at him, not hearing anything and it was exactly what he wanted them to hear. There were no insects. Except he had no idea what it actually meant and he immidietaly saw the way the three of them looked at each other with worry. “What?”

“Luna said the fish were dying.” Clarke told him.

“What are the things that eat the fish and bugs gonna eat now?” Bellamy wondered.

“What happened to us deserving a lucky break?” They kept on walking. “So, what are we looking for?”

“The bunker would have been at the lowest point.”

“Anything structural. Be careful.” They gave Bellamy a nod and began searching the area. Michelle was following Clarke, and she glanced over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks for a second when she saw Jaha talking to Bellamy. She wondered what he might be telling him now but then Clarke’s voice got her attention and made her turn her head back to her, stepping over the fern’s leaves as she walked over to her. She had found something. Jaha and Bellamy joined them quickly. The latter advised them to stay behind him as they climbed down the stairs. Plants had grown over the entrance, and he cleared the way as he went down. The inside was insalubrious, roots growing all over the walls and spider webs absolutely everywhere – webs so big they were hanging from one wall to another like curtains. Bellamy broke them apart with his hand. At the back, they found a skeleton sat against the wall with thick spider webs covering him. Bellamy kneeled in front of it to take a closer look and grabbed something from its hand. What looked like a sort of large coin with the second dawn symbol and motto written around it.

“From the ashes, we will rise.” He stood up, glancing at the skeleton with a sigh. “Not this guy.”

Jaha turned the coin around and Roman numerals were written on the back. “The 11th seal. Their faith was based on 12 seals. Followers could level up by unlocking them one at a time. Only those who reached level 12 could achieve salvation.

“Huh. Maybe that’s why they didn’t let him in.” Clarke figured as she looked around, seeing a lichen covered bunker door behind them. Jaha was quite happy to see the bunker did exist. “What if they’re still in there?”

Bellamy knocked loudly on the door. “Hey! Is anyone there?”

“It’s still sealed.” Jaha concluded after looking along the door. But there were no locks or handles. There was no way they could unseal the door. The former chancellor than told them why it was – the door was designed to be opened from the inside.

“Or from the outside, by somebody with a rover.” They pulled a cable from the car all the way to the door and Bellamy started the vehicle. The cable tightened and he kept going. They all watched carefully to see if something happened. They heard metal creak, and something came flying out, hitting a tree and falling to the ground, barely avoiding the car. They had no idea if it worked or if something went wrong so they went down there again to see it for themselves. The bunker’s door was in fact open but Michelle was pretty pessimistic. She thought that, now that they forced the door open, it wouldn’t be livable anyway. And that was if the inside wasn’t as insalubrious as the first room. The room was plunged in the dark, and silence. Bellamy lit up a flare and held it high in front of him, the red incandescent light allowing them to see. The bunker was like an immense cave, spreading out before them. Hundreds of bodies were lying there. It wasn’t sealed. They all died from the bombs’ radiation, thinking they would survive.

“This won’t save anyone.” Bellamy concluded gravely. The trio glanced at each other. Michelle wasn’t so surprised, but it was still a great disappointment. They followed Jaha all the way there and again, he had been wrong and on top of that, she found out she had been lied to even more than she already knew. It had gotten her wondering if anyone ever took her seriously before.

When they returned to Arkadia, it was the middle of the night, but people were still up and going, working around the camp. They went to a room to talk privately after this failure of an outing and Bellamy and Michelle fell asleep on the couch, his arms wrapped around her as she lied on side, her face resting on his chest, blotti entre les coussins et le corps de Bellamy. They had gone to sleep, leaving Clarke to think about and work on the list of the 100 people that would have the right to be inside Alpha station when the radiation came. Michelle lifted her head when she felt Bellamy wake up and move. They looked at each other tenderly and sat up, noticing Clarke crying at the desk. She crossed their gazes as they stood up and approached and looked back to the sheet of paper in front of her.

“If we’re on the list, you’re on that list.”

“Bellamy, I can’t.” She cried.

“Write it down.” He insisted, speaking for the both of them. “Write it down, or I will.” He took the matter into his own hands when she shook her head, unable to bring herself to write her own name as the last of the list. He grabbed the pen and wrote it in her stead.  Michelle walked past him, putting a comforting hand on Clarke’s shoulder. She put her hand on top of it.

“So what now?” She asked with a shrug.

“Now we put it away, and hope we never have to use it.”

“You still have hope?”

“We still breathing?” The corner of his lips rose in a faint smirk. His hand joined the two girls’ and Clarke rested her cheeks against them, taking a deep, shaky breath. Michelle then told her to get some sleep, she gave them a nod, and the two left, headed towards their room. It ended up being a quite emotional and tough day for all of them. When she would be reunited with her father, Michelle would ask if whether he really had no idea, she was his child, or if he did, and chose not to say anything, and how he actually felt about her the whole time because she knew how she felt about him – she didn’t like him and she let him know anytime she could. It was immature of her, but she was a child, and she knew her father wouldn’t hold it against her, ever. She really wanted to have this talk with him again. There were still things he had to tell her.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (08/13/2024) by Andrea

Taglist:  @mirellef2001

[blu3haw4]

Hey Mutual!! I have a title for you for “send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it.”

To Each Their Own

Hopefully it’s something fun for you and I didn’t chose a shitty title.

Hi there! Thank you for participating!

I actually really liked this one 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Honestly it feels sooooo good for a not-single-couple focused fic. Just a bunch of characters (probably all friends) all with differents personalities, backgrounds, orientation and identities. All moving at their own pace and in their own way through life and love.

I feel like this one would be out of my hands a lot, i don't consider myself all too focused and i think the processes of pulling it together would be very messy. I don't think im the greatest at separating or making a clear difference between character/personalities so i would considere it a little like a challenge, to be able to craft a little profile for each character and their love interests or other friends.

I think for this one it would also be cool to branch out of my comfort in terms of ships, there would obviously be Clexa, maybe some past Lostia and probably a wild Clarke. I think this would he the perfect type of fic for me to fit in polyamorous Raven with Anya and Luna, all bisexual queens where actually Raven has two girlfriends who get along but are dating each other. I think her relationships with Anya would be a little enemies to fuck buddies to lovers while with Luna it would be a friends to lovers thing with a side of love at first sight almost). I would love to try out a Linctavia that is upset to be soulmates, bc yes they love each other, and yes their relationship is amazing, but I think they would both come from such diverse and outright queer friend groups (maybe the same one) that they would both have a history of trying really really hard to be into their own gender and just never been able to feel they way they feel about each other) for Bellamy i don't know if polyamorous or... two different stories, but i like him with Murphy (who i think would be nonbinary) as well as with Echo. Meanwhile i like the idea of Echo with Anya and/or Niylah, as well as Murphy with Emori (maybe trans? Intersex) and some possibility of something with Raven.

No, noone is touching Clexa, my brain cannot cope with them not been exclusive.

[asleepingtiger]

New chapter for Love Hurts - The Morning After

Anya was speechless, for a change.

“Niylah?! Like flirty, coffee shop Niylah?!” Anya asked again.

Raven nodded, “Yup, the exact one.”

“But why?!”

Raven shrugged and looked around to make sure Lexa wasn’t around, “I didn’t stay around long enough to get that far and to be honest I’m not sure I want to know. And for Christ's sake, Anya you’ve got to keep it quiet because Lexa will hear your voice.”

Anya sighed as she brushed her hand through her dirty blonde curls.

“I’m sure as shit going to find out! How could she do that to Lexa? With her!” Anya said as she stood up but then looked up and saw Lexa standing there with wet curls.

Raven saw Anya’s face change and whipped her head in the direction.

“I’ll be finding out. It’s none of your business to get involved, it’s mine and Clarke’s to sort out.” Lexa forewarned the pair.

“I’m sorry Lexa,” Raven said seeing how angry Lexa seemed to be getting.

Anya sighed, “Sure, it’s just. Lexa, you deserve so much better than her.”

“I’ll decide what’s best for me, I will ask the questions and I’ll decide what happens once I know.” Lexa explained, “For now I don’t want to discuss it.”

Once she had said her peace she went back to her room and dried her hair. Once happy with her outfit she opened her phone and saw the string of texts from Clarke.