#still on hiatus and i probably will be til after the funeral

[saintajax]

Coming in to say that im practicing my makeup for tomorrow night and humbly asking for eyeliner tips bc how tf do y’all do this 😭

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics.

→ Pairing: Han Jisung X Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn.

→ Warnings: Very hurtful words. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Swearing, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Word Count:

→ Chapters: 1, 2, 3

You tucked your phone in your pocket as you entered the dance studio to be greeted by your group members stretching and warming up. "Hey y/n!" they greeted in unison, making you smile at how their cheerful aura greeted your exhausted figure. "Hi," you replied shortly, dropping your dufflebag near theirs on the floor.

"How was filming?" Jaehwa asked, letting out a groan when Haneul pushed her back down as she did a split. "The usuals: Jeongin being a crackhead, the director shoving it into our faces that we're going to Tokyo, that donkey being insufferable. Same as always," you chuckle, joining them as you stretched your arms.

"Oh yeah! I forgot you're leaving for Tokyo soon. When are you going again?" Cheonsa exclaimed, massaging her ankles. "Honestly, first Cheonsa was on hiatus. Now you're on hiatus just for some drama film?" Jaehwa chuckled. You rolled your eyes at Kiyeon before answering Cheonsa's question, "Im leaving in two days. I'll be out of your hair for a whole month so enjoy it while you can," you joked.

"Believe me, I know I will." Kiyeon responded, taking a sip of her caffeine. "Oh hush, you'll miss me when I leave." you snickered as you hit her shoulder playfully. "Since you're leaving your dearest best friends behind for some dick, you better treat us to something tomorrow." Cheonsa exclaimed.

"I want steak!" she added with a bright smile. You lifted your fist as if you were gonna punch her, sucking your lip into your mouth as you growled out. "Why you lil-" Jaehwa sat up from her split and patted your thigh, "don't kill anyone just yet, y/n. You still have alot to live for. Plus I don't wanna be the one getting you out of prison," she sighed.

"Cheonsa's not wrong though. You should treat us to something before you leave," Haneul nodded in agreement, making Cheonsa let out a victory cheer at her statement. "I agree. Last time, y'all completely ditched me in that restaurant leaving me to pay that tremendous bill when you all said we were gonna split it!" Kiyeon grumbled.

"It was all planned, by the way." you smirked with a chuckle. "It was Cheonsa's idea for a prank, too." Jaehwa smiled with a nod. Kiyeon glared at our leader who was giving her an innocent peace sign. "Man, I'm really gonna miss you guys when I'm in Tokyo." you sighed, laying your cheek on your palm as your elbow stood on your thighs.

"Of course you will, you can't live without us." Kiyeon chuckled, giving a soft punch to your shoulder. "And Im leaving," you pretended to stand up as the girls chuckled at your reaction. You giggled as you retreated to your former position. "Man, who am I going to talk to in Tokyo when you idiots aren't there?" you whined.

"Yang Jeongin? Or that makeup artist, she looks really nice when I came to visit you on set." Haneul suggested. "Stop acting as if it's the end of the world, you fucking drama queens. Video chatting and texting exists, too, you know." Jaehwa patted your back. You smiled softly at your friends.

"Wait, you're saying that y/n isn't going to die? Damn, I made a whole song and funeral and everything." Cheonsa said in a sardonic tone, causing the whole group to laugh. "You wish. You're stuck with me, get used to it." you wrapped your arm around her shoulder and pulled her to a side hug.

"I really hope our contract ends soon." Cheonsa uttered jokingly. "Very funny," you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. "By the way, have you heard that Chen-sunbaenim is getting married?" Haneul gossiped in a dramatically posh-popular girl tone. "Oh my god, what? Ugh, I can't believe some girl took away my sunbae," you mocked her tone.

"Isn't Sehun your bias, though?" Kiyeon laughed. You nodded with a laugh, dropping the whole fancy act, "though, it wasn't a surprise, really. I mean, whenever I walk by there's always this girl he keeps hanging out with, I'm guessing that's her." you informed.

"Can't believe we're gossiping bout our seniors." Jaehwa shook her head with a chuckle. "What? It's already made public, it's basically the trending topic of the hour. I hope I get invited though, I wanna see my childhood idol get married. God, we're becoming old, girls!" Cheonsa whined, flapping her hands aimlessly.

"You're becoming old, that is. I'm still younger than you," you teased. "Oh hush, just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm getting old for fucks sake. You're probably gonna date that Jisung guy in the future, just wait and see." she tutted with a point of her finger. You pretended to gag, laying a palm on your chest as you stuck your tongue out in disgust. "No thank you," you croaked dramatically.

"I rather date, Shrek, himself than that stubborn cheesecake stealing donkey." you clenched your jaw angrily. "You know, he's not that bad. From what I see in interviews, he looks like a really nice guy to hang out with," Kiyeon shrugged, taking her coffee cup to her lips.

"That is, if he doesn't hate you for no absolute reason!" you exclaimed, flailing your hands up dramatically. "Well, it seems like you hate him too so you're both in the wrong." she smirked. "I do hate him, if that wasn't clear. But he started it first! If he wasn't such a dick then maybe I would've considered him a friend!" you huffed.

"You're being over dramatic. What did he do that was so bad to make you hate him anyways?" Jaehwa rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. You paused, recalling the unpleasant memory, "I don't wanna talk about that." you mumbled, looking at your hands.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Kiyeon grumbled. "Shouldn't we practice?" she asked. "We should, but we really need a break so let's just slack off for a while and get back to practise in a couple of minutes." Haneul suggested. Cheonsa was about to retort when her phone rang, her face lit up at the sight.

"The bf is calling, do what you want. But when I get back, be prepared to be trained hard vocally and physically." she chuckled, walking out of the room with her phone vibrating like crazy in hand. As the door swung shut, there was a peaceful yet awkward moment of silence. "So what now?" you asked.

"Have you packed yet?" Haneul asked, ignoring your question. You scratched your head at the thought, "kinda, but most of my clothes that I already packed are just sweaters and shorts." you shrugged. "I'll help you pack once we get back to the dorm, you always under pack and borrow my clothes or shop for really tacky ones in supermarket stores." Jaehwa laughed.

"Oh hush, I just like wearing comfy clothes!" you chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, comfy clothes isn't an option for this comeback." she grinned with a snap, causing you to roll your eyes at her statement. "Shut up," you groaned.

The door opened slightly, attracting your attention as Cheonsa's head poked through. "Hey girls, I'm about to go to the other dance studios real quick, alright?" she informed with an excited smile before exiting the room once again, grabbing her waterbottle in the process without letting any of us respond to her.

"Appointing her as our leader was the number one worst mistakes of our careers," you announced aloud, causing the girls to laugh and nod in agreement. "Couldn't agree more, y/n. Couldnt agree more," Jaehwa laughed.

A few seconds later, the door opened once again and Cheonsa's head poked into the room. "By the way, you're really gonna treat us to food right?" she grinned with a hopeful and teasing glint in her expression. You chuckled, waving your hand to dismiss her as she laughed and exit the door.

"Guys, is that really necessary?" you chuckled, looking at your members after you checked if your passport and ticket was there. Your members had thoughtfully decided to drop you off at the airport, while wearing unessecary disguises such as a Mona Lisa costume, a moustached detective, Dwayne Johnson's face duct taped to a clown mask and Oli London's face carved from cardboard.

"Yes it is. It's important for us to not be recognized by the public and drop our little y/n off to school." Kiyeon responded, shamelessly fidgeting with her detective hat. "If you guys are gonna walk out looking like that, not only y'all are gonna get recognized by the people, you'll also embarrass me and cause more drama online!" you laughed, crossing your arms as you entered the airport gate.

"Hush, I'm parking the car. You don't want me to make this long and miss your flight do you?" Cheonsa gave you the stink eye through the rearview mirror, gazing at your through her long wig. "Honestly, y'all are gonna be accused as weirdos and get escorted out." you pursed your lips as the car stopped.

"What's so wrong bout wanting to drop off our member?" Jaehwa asked, nudging your shoulder as she shifted her Oli London mask back on to cover her face. "Thank you for the ride," you rolled your eyes and stepped out of the vehicle, quickly grabbing your suitcases and running off before your members could spot you.

As you ran, you lifted your phone to call your manager, informing him where you are. "I'm in the station already, where are you?" you asked, looking around as it was almost 10 minutes til boarding time. "You what?" you gaped at your managers response.

"Hey ugly!" a familiar voice yelled through the crowded room. You winced at the sound of the voice and chuckled nervously at your manager, "you couldn't just come here yourself?" you exclaimed nervously. "Right, you have to check on the other staff." you nodded before rubbing the space inbetween your eyes, ignoring the voice yelling your name behind you that was getting louder and louder.

"Hey ugly!" Jisung exclaimed, showing his pearly white teeth as he layed a hand on your shoulder. You glared at him, giving him the stink eye at the nickname which caused him to chuckle. He has been calling you thathighly insultive nickname since that scene you had to do with you being pushed to a puddle of mud, smearing your face in it.

Playing the role of the bullied popular girl has never been so tough when Jisung became your real life bully. "Hello donkey," you spat as your manager spoke his last words bout checking the VIP tickets and hanging up without giving you a second to reason with him.

"Im here to pick you up!" he chuckled, his heart shaped lips forming a bright smile that never left his face. You shuddered before gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly, "I am very much aware, thank you very much." you answered with a shaky breath.

"Let me help you with your suitcase," his hand reached to grab one or your suitcase which you slapped away due to your suspicion. "I don't trust you enough with my suitcase, who knows you might leave it here when we board." You said with a raise of your eyebrow.

He frowned at your words, his lips forming a scowl before he rolled his eyes. "I was just trying to be nice, sheesh, don't need to be a bitch about it." he shot back, pulling the straps of his backpack to his shoulder before leading you forward to where the rest of the cast were sitting.

You felt his hand hit your back gently, you flinched at the contact looking back at him as you cursed in response. "What the fuck was that for?" you exclaimed, looking back at Jisung. Jisung just looked at you with an unbothered expression, "Chill out, Ms.Y/n. I'm being nice here, there was a bug on your back and I took care of it for you," he rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome." He smirked, crossing his arms as you glared at him suspiciously before sitting down with a nod. You continued to speak with your co-worker, Yeoreum, who was playing the role of your bully. Despite her role, she's an absolute sweetheart.

"I see you and Jisung are bickering, once again." Yeoreum smirked, offering you a lollipop which you happily accepted. "Im not surprised anymore, it's become a daily routine now." you sighed, sipping your lemon tea. "Your members didn't come to say goodbye?" she asked, "I wanted to see them before we leave."

"Trust me, they did. They dropped me off and dressed up as if tonight's Halloween or something. But to be honest, if I didn't leave them alone I would've been bombarded with more paparazzis than I was three minutes ago," you chuckled, showing her a picture of them with their ridiculous costumes on your phone.

She burst out laughing, grabbing your phone in her hands. "When we arrived at the hotel, we're definitely video chatting them to see if they still have those ridiculous outfits on, right?" she smirked. "I don't know... Im probably gonna feel to tired to even open my eyes," you joked, earning a strong push from her.

"Y/n!" she whined, shaking your figure vigorously. Jeongin groaned, feeling interrupted from his game. "Director-nim! Yeoreum is bullying me!" you laughed, whining playfully. "Would you guys shut up, you're distracting us from our game!" Jisung complained as he tried to focus what's happening on the screen of the Nintendo Switch before him.

"Shut up, donkey." you chuckled as you lined up for the VIP section of the plane. You heard Jisung snickering behind you, only to be smacked by a disappointed Jeongin who was shaking his head in disapproval. "Honestly, why are you like this?" he mumbled.

"Shut up," Jisung laughed, nudging his friend as you continued to walk towards your seat, subtly giving him a look filled with suspicion. "What's wrong with him?" you muttered to yourself, sucking your lollipop as you sat down next to one of the staff who was already fast asleep.

You plucked in your earphones and fidget in your seat to get into a comfortable position, you turned on your favorite playlist and relaxed in your seat, drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

You stretched as you exited the plane and entered the airport, reuniting with the rest of the cast. Jisung was giggling behind you despite his tired eyes boring into yours. You raised your brow, "what are you laughing bout?" you asked with a croaky voice.

"It's 2 in the morning, what could you possibly be laughing bout?" you repeated in a cranky tone. He giggled before shaking his head at you, continuing to grab his suitcases. You huffed at the peculiar boy giggling away infront of you, rubbing your eyes to try and wake yourself up a lil bit more til you arrive at the hotel.

"Hey y/n. Is that sign on your back always there?" Yeoreum asked, dragging her suitcase behind her, pointing at your back. Your eyes widened as your arms quickly reach to venture your back, feeling a piece of paper taped to the fabric of your hoodie.

You gripped it and pulled it away from your hoodie, taking a closer look at the slightly crumpled paper. "What the fuck?" you whispered under your breathe almost inaudibly. Written in bold letters was a big 'KICK ME' in an oh-too familiar handwriting.

You growled, crumpling the piece of paper and tossing it into a garbage bin. "Han Jisung, I am going to slaughter you!" you exclaimed, running up to him who surprisingly ran for his life. Due to your lack of sleep, you were a little slower than him so you gave up.

You spotted him hiding behind his manager, his head poking out. He looked at you with eyes wide awake, grinning like the cheeky bastard he is, you raised a fist at him. He stuck his tongue out playfully at your small threat. You raised a middle finger at him in response.

"Alright then, once the bus to the hotel arrives, sleep as much as you can. We're going to start filming late this noon til midnight, so get all the rest you can." the director announce with a yawn, going through the files and looking at his wrist watch.

The whole staff groaned including you who was checking your phone, notifying your parents and members bout your safety. "I take it back, I'm gonna be sleeping like a pig for the next ten hours" you groaned at your costar. "Geez, weak." Jisung chuckled before yawning into his mouth.

"Im sorry, Mr donkey. I didn't order a glass of your opinion," you rolled your eyes at him. As the bus came to a stop infront of you, you yawned taking the first step with Jisung half asleep beside you. You chuckled to yourself at the sight of the older boy yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

This was going to be a long month.

[spacekru-sass]

the ice king’s queen (V)

A story based on a dream I had of a character set in season 4. But every character has their journey to take, their backstory that tells how they got to where and who they were. And with the hiatus til Season 5? We’ve got time to make up

part 1   part 2  part 3 part 4   Part 6

tag list: @lovelynerdytraveler@mischievousweasleys@floralfangurl @p3nny4urth0ught5

I LOVE LOVE LOVE FEEDBACK so please don’t hesitate to tell me what you love, what you don’t love, what you hope to see for this character! Feedback keeps me in touch with the reader and we all want to succeed, right? I want you to read a good story, which keeps me writing because you’re happy! <3

The next few days, Avie spent beside Raven. She knew her way around mechanics from her father and Raven was thrilled to have someone who was as knowledgeable as her around. She constantly jumped with joy that she had a second brain to tap into and the two had become fast friends. It was refreshing to have a break from Bellamy.

She didn’t know how to talk to him and he’d kept his distance respectfully. She had had nothing to live for when she’d slept with that guard for Bellamy’s freedom. She wasn’t ashamed, she was more hurt that she’d tried so hard to protect him and he found his way to this dropship on his own. Then again, he may have not have made it here if it hadn’t been for her.

After they’d watched the rockets launch into the air, everyone was cheering gleefully in hope. She stood between Clarke and Raven, watching anxiously as they approached higher and higher into the sky. Bellamy approached Clarke’s other side and she ignored his presence, walking back to her tent to get some rest. A few hours past and the flaps of her tent were ripped open.

“Hey,” she yelled, covering her chest instinctively as she glanced up at the source of light beaming into her tent. Bellamy and his worried expression. “Bellamy, I don’t want to--,”

“I know that but,” he paused and glanced behind her. “Have you seen O?”

“She’s probably chasing butterflies Bellamy,” Avie laid back down and closed her eyes.

“I checked, I can’t find her Avie,” Bellamy insisted again, sounding desperate. Avie’s eyes snapped open. A deep breath and a silence glance pushed her up onto her knees as she slid her jacket over her tank top, cap on head as she stepped out of her tent.

“Alright, I’ll help you look for her, but don’t think I’m doing this for you. Octavia is important to me.” she murmured. She may have been angry with Bellamy, but she would do anything for O. Bellamy nodded solemnly before the two split up, Avie checking the tents as Bellamy went to check the dropship floors. With no luck, they gathered a group to go find Octavia. Avie stood by Jasper, heading off into the woods as everyone glanced up, noticing the stars in the sky.

“That’s not a meteor shower, that’s a funeral,” Clarke breathed out, glancing to Raven. “They didn’t get our message.” Avie gasped out, covering her mouth as she glanced at Clarke. They headed into the woods, Bellamy sliding down to find Octavia’s things hanging from a branch. She glanced at the group, then to Jasper and Finn before stepping forward to slid down as well.

Bellamy’s hand dripped of blood as she approached and Avie had to close her eyes for a moment, shutting out the worst outcomes. Finn and Jasper quickly followed, noticing the footprints. “If they took her she’s alive,” Jaspar insisted, “Like when they took me.”

They continued down the path, approaching skeltons strung from the trees. “I don't speak Grounder... But I'm pretty sure this means keep out,” Finn mumbled and Avie glanced up at him.

“Wrong time, Finn, wrong time,” Avie whispered before readjusting her cap, lowering it over her eyes.

“Go back if you want. My sister, my responsibility,” Bellamy swallowed and pressed forward through the bodies. She moved instinctively forward to match his pace, his eyes glancing to her in surprise.

“I'd walk into hell to find her,” Avie replied with a curt nod, “Though I think we just did,” she glanced around at their location.

           She remembered the first time Bellamy introduced her to Octavia. They were hanging out on day in his home when he whispered in her ear that he had a secret he needed to share with her. She remembered giggling, her young thoughts fogging her mind. But when he pulled away from her and pushed the center table away, Avie’s eyebrows had knitted in confusion.

His hands had gripped the latch on the floor and pulled it open to reveal a small girl scrunched up on a makeshift bed on the floor. Her eyes widened brightly and she glanced between Avie and Bellamy as she awaited the older girl’s response.

“Who--,”

“Avie, this is my sister Octavia,” Bellamy slowly spoke, holding his hand out for Octavia to come out from her hiding spot. “O, say hello to Avie.” Octavia stepped forward and held out her hand, a small hello escaping her lips. Avie stared at her hand momentarily, unsure of how to react as she looked at the young freckled boy.

“I like your hat,” O whispered.

This was illegal and yet, Avie found herself wrapping her arms tightly around Octavia’s small frame. Octavia rested her head on Avie’s shoulder, her own arms wrapped around her as she giggled. Avie had been closer to Octavia’s age and the two became sisters quickly, Bellamy bringing her home often so that O had someone feminine and her age to talk with. The two often whispered about the big brother behind his back and he’d never been able to catch their conversations.

They’d stalked their way through the forest and it was already light out. They’d lost John, killed aimlessly by a grounder in a tree. They were surrounded. “We should run,” Finn mumbled as they took off through the woods, rushing along as the grounders caught up, arrows flying at them. Another of the 100 was impaled from a tripwire and Avie almost threw up as she moved past him. They followed Roma and she fell to her knees when she saw her lying dead on a rock, spear sticking out of her chest. She emptied the contents from her stomach onto the Earth’s surface, hands pulling her up, making her scream out.

Over the years, Bellamy had grown into his own, broad shoulders, long torso, strong hands, but he still had freckles speckled across his cheeks like constellations that Avie had mapped in her fellowship. She remembered staring out the window one day with a sketch book, Bellamy slumped beside her, biting loudly into an apple.

“Bellamy Blake, do you mind?” she asked, turning to glance at him. He grinned stupidly and swallowed before taking another large bite. The sight of her was adorable, her cap turned backward, a small tuft of hair sticking out the adjustable hole.

“Listen Hummingbird, I’m bored. What can I say?” he asked, his elbow resting on her shoulder as she leaned away from him playfully and glanced back out the window. “What are you looking for again?”

“Polaris,” she said, and turned to read from the old textbook she was researching, “Polaris, commonly the North Star or Pole Star, is the brightest star in the constellation of Ursa Minor. It is very close to the north celestial pole, making it the current northern pole star. It was supposed to help hikers find their way home,” she turned to look at him only to see he pretended to fall asleep. “I hate you,” she mumbled, pushing him as he began to chuckle, lifting his head at her.

It was only two weeks later when he showed up at her door and handed her a navy-blue mask on the day of the Unity Day dance. Octavia was stood on the other side of the room, clad in her own mask, excitedly exploring a room outside of her own. “I figured you could wear this instead of your hat for once,” he insisted, a bright smile appearing on his lips as your fingers grazed the hard plaster.

“You don’t like my hat?” you asked flirtatiously, removing your cap and placing it on your bed as he adjusted his uniform. He glanced down to look at her dress, Octavia scoffed and rolled her eyes at her big brother.

“I just thought you might match better this way,” he said, turning her as his fingertips tied the ribbon knot gently. She turned back to look at him and place the hat back on her head, “Well, you’re in luck because I can wear both,” she blew an air kiss to him and nudged him out of the way, locking arms with O and heading to the dance.

Bellamy heard your hurls, moving forward quickly to take in you and Roma’s dead body. He closed her eyes, pulling her up as a few grounders rushed you again, stumbling into each other. You braced yourselves as a horn began to blow. “Acid fog,” Finn pulled out a tent, “There’s no time.”

           They danced for a long time, enjoying the freedom of being out in the open together. Everything went south quickly though when there was a solar flare alert and the lights flashed on. “Masks off, I.D. Chips out,” one of the guards yelled out.

“We need to get you to Bellamy,” Avie insisted, moving to Bellamy’s side. “Bell, scan my chip and then you can get her out of her, I’ll create a distraction.” He shook his head and pulled out his weapon, ready to make his own distraction

“Octavia, get home,” he insisted but she looked up in fear.

“Bellamy, I don’t know how to get home.”

“Cadet Blake. Why is your weapon out?” he asked as Bellamy scanned your I.D. chip quickly, weapon at his side. He turned to look at O, “Mask off,” he said.

“Sir, she’s fine, I’ve already scanned her,” Bellamy insisted as Avie pulled your mask off and looked to the two siblings.

“You don’t have a scanner,” the guard demanded and Avie lunged forward, attacking the man to give Octavia time to run, but it was too late. She was caught by two guards blocking the entry way.

“Let her go!” Avie screamed, being pulled off the man. She struggled in their arms, fighting to get to Octavia who was being dragged off. A shockwave moved through her body, making her go limp and stop resisting.

“Take her to the Box,” the guard insisted and the last look she got of Bellamy was a horrified expression before your eyes closed and she’d past out.

           When they finally crawled out from under the tent, they noticed a grounder sprinting through the woods. “We need to follow them,” Bellamy said, “They may lead him right to Octavia,” he said, taking off after the grounder.

           “Bellamy,” she yelled, taking off after him. They found an entrance to a cave, following the path until they found Octavia, chained to a wall, a grounder at her feet with blood on his head. Avie watched at the two embraced. “Get the key,” Octavia said and Avie leaned down, grasping the metal and moving to unlock her from the cuffs.

“You came,” Octavia whispered and Avie wrapped her arms around the shaking girl.

“I had to make up for not being able to save you the first time, right?” the two chuckled.

“Hummingbird always finds a way,” Octavia insisted and this time, Avie shook her head.

“This was all Bell, he’s the brave one,” Avie glanced up to Bellamy who’d been standing over them, watching their moment quietly. Octavia stood, collapsing into her big brother’s arms, hugging him tightly again.

“We should go, now before the Grounder wakes up,” Avie hastily looked down at the man and back to Bellamy who grabbed a staff from the wall. Avie bent down next to Finn, admiring the horn across the man’s chest, when he suddenly came to. His hand swiped across the space in front of both Avie and Finn. Finn pushed Avie out of the way, as the knife found its home in Finn’s stomach.

“Finn!” she gasped, bending down to help him as Bellamy fought off the man. Octavia screaming for him to stop when Jaspar suddenly smacked him on the head, knocking him out cold. She’d never run so fast, moving ahead to get Clarke’s help. After Finn was moved inside, she turned to check on Octavia, watching Bellamy fight with her.

“Mom was floated for having you. She's dead because you're alive. That was her choice. I didn't have a choice. My life ended the day you were born,” he screamed out, grabbing her hand. She whispered something Avie couldn’t hear before stocking past her.

“O,” she called but Octavia shook her off. Avie’s gaze returned to Bellamy. She merely shook her head at him, disappointed. He scoffed in return, pointing to the dropship.

“Get inside.”