#the100femslash

[cait-snow]

and that was our tragedy.

[beauregards]

you can always come home

100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU CHALLENGE: no.94 -’you can do it’

1,385 words

clarke griffin/raven reyes

clarke, raven, and the pacific rim fusion fic you didn't want.

OR

clarke and raven save the world.

a/n: finally, i've written something! i rewatched pacific rim on the weekend & it rekindled my old passion for the 100/pacific rim au's so here's this! also goes with no.94 in my 100 ways to say i love you challenge. i did change it from 'you can do it' to 'we can do it' but hey!

title from here

warning, there is character death & violence typical to both the 100 & pacific rim but at no point to i go in depth & it's pretty much inferred so yeah. 

AO3 // CHALLENGE

After their first post-drift physical they retreat to Raven’s room, sandwiched together on her narrow bunk trying to get as close as physically possible.

It feels strange, to be two separate people with separate minds and separate bodies after drifting together. Sharing everything that makes you who you are with another person, every single thought, memory, feeling, only to get wrenched apart again.

 “Stupid post-drift hangover,” Raven mutters at one point, her chin digging into Clarke’s shoulder when she speaks.

 It doesn’t hurt much, but it’s enough that Clarke knows Raven’s there, close. She starts to feel better after that.

 //

 ‘Fucking Kaiju’s,’ comes bouncing through their neural link and Clarke laughs, breathless, as they swing a punch at the level three that had come through the breach.

 ‘Fucking Kaiju’s,’ she agrees, lifting a leg to kick out the Kaiju’s leg and leave it off balance as they fire up the plasma canon. ‘Trying to take over the planet and disrupting movie night.’

 “Unbelievable,” they say, aloud and in unison as they drop the dead Kaiju in the middle of the parking lot.

 //

 “I hope you guys are ready to go down,” Monty says, dropping into the seat across from Clarke.

 “Please,” Clarke scoffs.

 “You’re the one’s going down,” Raven says, pointing her fork at him, “We always clean up at game night.”

 “That’s going to change tonight,” Bellamy says from Raven’s right, “Octavia and I are going to sweep the floor with you.”

 “That’s some big talk, Blake,” Miller flicks a spoonful of mashed potatoes at Bellamy, smirking at the disdain on his face when it hits him directly in the chest.

 “It’s not just going to be talk once we beat you,” Octavia says, handing her brother a napkin while Monty snaps a picture.

 “Just make sure your bets are in before five,” Monty reminds them, their phone’s dinging with the notification that @montyg has posted a picture.

 //

 “They can’t shut down the jaeger program,” Raven says, disbelief colouring her tone, “What’s going to happen the next time a Kaiju attacks? Pray it doesn’t kill to many people, destroy to many buildings?”

 “They think their fucking wall will keep them out,” Harper spits out, face flushed.

 “Dumbasses,” Clarke chimes in, “They can’t relocate us Hong Kong and let the jaeger program die out; humanity will die out with us.”

 “We’re drinking to the end of the world then,” Jasper announces, entering the room with several bottles of what Clarke assumes is Monty’s signature moonshine.

 //

 Following their transfer to the Shatterdome all the pilots train harder than before. They start logging more hours on the mat, brushing up on their combat skills, spend more time running drift simulations, more time watching old tapes and analyzing their previous fights. If they’re going to go out, they’re going to go out fighting.

 //

 Clarke knows how Raven feels about her, always has thanks to the drift. She also knows that Raven knows about Clarke’s feelings too. One of the first things you learn from drifting is how to get over embarrassment. Your co-pilot knows everything you’ve ever experienced and vice versa, if you don’t get over it quickly you’re going to spend your whole life blushing.

 By an unspoken agreement made in the drift they’ve never voiced these feelings aloud. Clarke’s beginning to wonder if she should change that.

 //

 The comms for the Keeper and the Purpose have gone dark, but they don’t let themselves think about what that could mean. Force themselves to focus on the Kaiju’s in front of them, making their way towards the shore and more specifically, the city.

 The first double event since K-Sci predicted they would start seeing multiple Kaiju’s coming through the breach three days ago.

 ‘We’ve got this,” They think, bringing up a foot to kick the Kaiju in the chest, driving it back several meters as they fire up their plasma canons, “we can do it.”

 //

 “I’m really glad you assholes are alive,” Bellamy says, once they’ve all been examined by the medical personnel, “You had us worried there for a minute with your freefall from outer space.”

 “The feeling’s mutual,” Raven says, her arm wrapped tightly around Clarke’s shoulders, “I’m glad you didn’t get eaten by that Kaiju.”

 “Please,” Octavia laughs from her place at Bellamy’s side, “He’d be to bitter, the Kaiju would have spit him straight back out.”

 Clarke snorts and Raven tightens her grip on her, “It’s time for a sixteen hour nap, we’ll see you two at lunch tomorrow.”

 Clarke waves goodbye and lets Raven drag her down the corridor to her quarters.

 //

 “We understand the risk,” they say, side by side like always, agreeing to what is essentially a suicide mission. But if it works, if they can actually close the breach and survive closing it, then they’re free.

 They tell Kane they accept the mission.

 //

 “If we make it through this,” Clarke says, knows Raven can finish the sentence without her help.

 They’re shoulder to shoulder, sitting in the space between their rigs passing a bottle of vodka back and forth. Soon they’re going to be going through the breach, trying to stop the attacks once and for all, but for now they’re going to sit here and enjoy each other’s company. Spend as much time together as they can.

 “If we make it through this,” Raven echoes Clarke’s promise, a verbal pact.

 We’re going to make it, Clarke tells herself, repeating it like a mantra. We have to.

 //

 “Octavia,” Bellamy says; they hear his voice break over the comms and pretend they don’t, “I love you so much.”

 “I was the lucky one,” Octavia says, voice strained. They don’t understand the context of the words, but obviously they mean something to the siblings. “You know that, right big brother?”

 They don’t hear Bellamy’s response over the screech of metal.

 //

 “We’ve got the Kaiju carcass. We’re going through the breach,” They say, their voice shaking. “See you on the other side of this.”

 //

 She ejects Raven’s pod. Her oxygen supply is gone, Raven’s gone; it’s just her now. For the first time in a long time, the inside of her head feels empty.

 She detonates the Struggle‘s core, hit’s the eject button, prays she’ll make it back.

 //

 Everything is dark, and then all there is is Raven.  Just like that, everything is back to normal.

 “We did it,” Raven clutches her shoulders, fingers pressing into her biceps through her jumpsuit tightly enough that Clarke knows it’s going to bruise. “We saved the world, and we didn’t die doing it.”

 Later, once the adrenaline and shock wears off, they’ll remember all their friends who didn’t make it; who died saving the world. But for right now, they float somewhere off the coast of China and hold each other.

 //

 Clarke finds Raven sitting in the space between their rigs nearly a month after they successfully closed the breach.  The Struggle rebuilt for a victory lap.

 It’s been a whirlwind month of press releases and interviews and memorials. Clarke’s glad it’s all finally over, that they can go home and mourn in private. Reclaim their lives.

 Clarke isn’t sure who she is outside of a jaeger anymore; who she is separated from Raven.

 “So,” Clarke announces herself, rapping a fist against the metal shell of the Star’s Struggle, “I made you a promise several weeks ago in this very cockpit.”

 “You did,” Raven says, a smile playing on her lips. “You meant it?”

 “You’ve been inside my head enough times to know that I meant it,” Clarke says, taking a seat beside Raven on the cold metal floor.

 “Good,” Raven slides a hand into Clarke’s hair to pull her into a kiss, “because I meant it too. As long as you want me with you, you’ve got me.”

 “You’re going to be stuck with me for a long time then,” Clarke laughs, wrapping her arms around Raven’s shoulders and pulling her close, her grip tight but not uncomfortable. The way they always used to be post-drift.

 “We do have all the time in the world now, seeing as how we stopped the apocalypse and all,” Raven agrees, her breathing syncing up with Clarke’s. “We should probably make the most of it.”

[theyoungestzerogmechanic-ar-blog]

been awhile since i've felt butterflies

619 words

Clarke Griffin/Raven Reyes

clarke starts studying at the library instead of in her dorm room mostly so she can watch the pretty brunette who sits a few tables away and then go cry at wells about her.

a/n: for the prompt princess mechanic + ‘we’ve never talked but your favorite spot in the library is right across from my favorite spot so i see you all the time and sometimes we give each other commiserating looks’ from @isabellesclarissa. 

this prompt is from forever ago but i’m cleaning out my inbox and trying to fill all the unfilled prompts. anyway, i’m sorry that this is so late and i hope you like it. 

title from ‘kiss me again’ by we are the in crowd

ao3

Clarke goes to the library to write an art history paper once; because the floor below her dorm room is having some sort of party and even her noise cancelling headphones can’t help much against the thumping of the bass. But then she’s sees the girl, sitting a few tables away and typing away angrily at her computer with chunky headphones on surrounded by open books, and visiting the library becomes a more regular thing for her.

Clarke comes in Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and some Mondays and the girl’s always there. Sometimes she’s working on her computer, sometimes she’s writing in a spiral bound notebook, or sometimes she’s flipping through books. But she always sits in the same place and she always looks gorgeous.

 Her second week into library visits Clarke’s working on a particularly grueling paper for biology when she glances up and makes eye contact with the gorgeous brunette, who offers her a sympathetic smile before turning her attention back to her laptop and Clarke almost melts.

 “She’s just so pretty,” Clarke gushes to Wells one night when they’re hanging out in his room, “And smart from the look of the books she’s reading. I think she’s majoring in some sort of engineering, or something science related.”

 “You could always just go and talk to her,” Wells says, stretching out to poke at Clarke with his foot, “You know, like a normal person, instead of just stalking her at the library.”

 “Yeah, no,” Clarke says, hitting at his leg, “I’m happy with watching her from afar.”

 “It’s your life,” Wells says with a shrug, and they switch to talking about his hot lab partner instead.

 So Clarke sticks with watching the girl from across the library and sharing sympathetic smiles and commiserating looks with her when one of them seems to be suffering from their workload. And everything’s working out fine for Clarke until one day someone drops their stuff down beside Clarke and pulls out the chair opposite her.

 “Hi,” The person says, and Clarke looks up to see that it’s the gorgeous brunette who usually sits a few tables away.

 “Oh, hi,” Clarke says, trying to keep her composure.

 “I’m Raven,” She says, offering a smile, “I hope you don’t mind, it’s just,” She jerks her head in the direction of her usual table, “It’s already occupied.”

 Clarke glances over at the girl’s usual table to see people already sitting there and looks back at Raven, returning the smile.

 “Clarke, and it’s not a problem,” Clarke says, trying not to think about how she’s prettier up close.

 They start packing up just before the library closes at ten and Raven stops her with a hand on her arm just as she goes to leave.

 “Hey, I was wondering if you’d want to go get coffee sometime and talk?” She looks so nervous, a change from her usual look, and Clarke can’t fathom why Raven would even think that Clarke would say no.

 “Yes,” Clarke says, biting her bottom lip when the answer escapes her mouth a little too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to. Um, here,” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and unlocks it, “Add your number and I’ll let you know when I’m free?”

 “Sure,” Raven says, and she’s smiling and Clarke thinks she looks so pretty when she smiles like that, happy and genuine. “I’m looking forward to it,” Raven tells Clarke before she leaves.

“Me too,” Clarke says, and she stands on the steps of the library and watches Raven disappear in the direction of the parking lot before she texts Wells. She tells him about her date and adds about ten heart emoji’s to the message before she hits send.

[monty-green]

Femslash February 2016

@parkwest: An Anya/Clarke gifset? (#What death scene? nope didn’t happen)

[hvpeworld]

The 100 AU: octavia and raven are up and coming actors in a big blockbuster movie, but the real interest seem to lie in whether they’re dating or not.

[cait-snow]

talk some sense to me

[hayleyattwell]

(insp)

[gayeddiediazz]

Hey author! Checking in regarding your femslash fic. How's it going? Do you expect to be done on time? If you don't, please let us know as soon as possible so we can work out an extension. Now is also a good time to get in touch with your beta if you haven't yet! Please respond to this ask so we know you're all set and we won't worry about you! Thanks! Happy writing!

AHHHH, I’m so sorry, I was never notified about this and work has been hectic!

Now I’m probably not going to be able to get 4 out (as I’m pretty sure I said) but I should still be getting 2 done hopefully! I am in touch with my beta, although again with work I haven’t had much time for anything! Sorryyyyy.

Happy Holidays by the way and I’ll get something sent asap! Thanks :)))

[monty-green]

Femslash February 2016

@anon: A Gina/Raven gifset, pretty please?

[yalenas]

#the cliché where octavia thinks the butterflies are beautiful #but raven's smile is even more so

[cait-snow]

if we go down, we go down together

pairing: raven x luna rating: t words: 1,828 tags: canon au, established relationship, angst, bittersweet ending, raven and luna saving the world summary:         To save the world of its impending doom (again), Raven and her friends have to blow up the nuclear reactors. Each of them branch out and take down as many as they can in the short amount of time they have. Now, there’s just one left, and it’s up to Raven to save them (again).

read on ao3

The world was ending.

Again.

There was never a time when the world wasn’t ending, there was never a time when Raven and the rest of Skaikru wasn’t going to die. She was used to it by now, biding her time until death. From the Grounders to the Mountain Men to ALIE, they’d defeated them all—but now the world was going to explode, and they couldn’t stop that.

Or, they thought they couldn’t.

Raven and Monty strategized and theorized for three days before concluding that if they blew up the things that were going to blow them up before time ran out, then maybe they would have a chance. And, Raven always loved a good explosion.

Time was limited. The odds of then getting to all the reactors before it was too late were very low, but they had to try. They always had to try. So, they paired off into groups of four. Clarke, Raven, Luna, and Niylah went in one group to the farthest reactor, and the biggest one. Raven studied the blueprints, she knew that monster inside and out, and she knew there was only one way to shut it down—and Clarke was not going to like it.

Raven stared at the large reactor in front of her. It was old and withered, barely standing, caked with rust and decay on top of an equally as damaged building. She was surprised it hadn’t decided to blow sooner. They’d gotten confirmation from the others; this reactor, this large beast, was the last one, and they had two days left.

“The only way to shut it down is to blow it up.” Raven stated what they already knew as she took off her back pack and cracked her knuckles before opening the control panel to reveal a tangled sea of wires. Clarke hovered inches behind her, eyes fixated on Raven’s fingers as she worked the wires. Raven didn’t know why she was even bothering with the wires—she already knew how to blow this one up. Maybe she was just doing it for show, for Clarke. After a few seconds of useless rummaging, Raven sighed and turned her to Clarke, eyes darting back to the control panel, “And the only way to blow it up is to manually blow it up because there’s a failsafe and someone has to keep the button pressed down in order for this thing to go.”

“Which means someone has to stay here and keep their hand on the lever. Someone has to stay here and die.” Clarke nodded with each word, trying to come to terms to what the outcome of this would be.

“Not someone.” Raven met Clarke’s eyes. “Me.”

Color drained from Clarke’s face and her eyes widened. “Raven, no, you can’t. We’ll find another way.”

“There is no other way.” Raven argued.

“There’s always another way.” Clarke countered.

“I’m dead anyway, Clarke!” Raven exclaimed in agitation. Clarke’s face fell, and she shut her mouth, staring at Raven with the saddest eyes. Looking away, Raven said a bit more calmly, “I—I have a month left, two weeks tops, and then my brain is gone. Without my brain, what do I have? I’ll be a rag doll, and that’s no way to live, Clarke. We all have a choice, this is mine.”

Clarke stared at her in disbelief, realizing that this had been Raven’s plan all along. “You already knew about the failsafe.”

Raven turned away from her, trying to control her breathing so that her voice wouldn’t shake when she spoke. “I did. I saw it when I was looking at the blueprints for this thing.”

“Raven, we could have found another way.” Clarke said softly, putting at hand on her friend’s shoulder.

Raven looked up at her, a small smile tugging her lips and she shook her head. “There isn’t another way, Clarke.” But of course Raven knew that Clarke knew that. She just didn’t want to believe it. “You have to accept that I made my choice weeks ago when we set out to destroy this damn thing. I made up my mind then, and it hasn’t changed now. I’m going to do this and you have to let me.”

“Doesn’t mean I agree.” Clarke mumbled, squeezing Raven’s shoulder.

Raven placed her hand on top of Clarke’s, holding it tightly. “Now when have we ever really agreed on anything?”

Clarke laughed, sniffling, then looked at Raven with glossy eyes and smiled sadly, “Raven,” She whispered, searching for what to say. Her friend, maybe even her best friend, was about to die and there was nothing she could do to change that—there was nothing she could do to find a better outcome, an outcome to where she lived.

But this was war, and people died in war, even the people we loved.

“Hey, Clarke,” Raven called, pulling her back to reality.

Clarke flicked her eyes up to the girl. “Yeah?”

“Don’t waste this.” Raven smiled.

Sniffling again, Clarke smiled back and nodded. “We won’t. I promise.” Then she let go of Raven’s shoulder and started back towards the entrance of the building.

Raven turned back to the control panel and began weaving the wires so that they would cause an explosion, and moving some so that she could access the failsafe switch. She didn’t watch Clarke as she left, she couldn’t or else she would start sobbing and if she did that then she wouldn’t stop. She listened until the blonde’s footsteps disappeared and then she shook her head, focused, and got back to work.

Hurry up and save the world, right?

A few minutes with her hand in the panel, and the failsafe popped up and a countdown started. Two minutes. Two minutes for Clarke, Niylah, and Luna to get as far away from there as possible.

Luna. Tears pricked her eyes as the woman’s face flashed through her mind. She didn’t even get to say goodbye, not properly. She was sure Luna knew what she was planning to do; Luna could see it in her face and she’d always been good at reading people. She never said anything to Raven about it, though, didn’t try to talk her out of it, because Raven was as stubborn as Luna and trying to change her mind when she set it on something was a complete waste of time.

They’d had a good run, as short as it was. Meeting Luna, meeting someone who made her feel love again, after Finn and Gina, Raven wasn’t expecting it. But most good things are always unexpected, right?

Hearing footsteps behind her, Raven grumbled under her breath and shouted, “Clarke, I said get the hell out of here!”

“Not Clarke.” Luna said, entering the room.

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head and she almost let go of the failsafe. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Luna asked in her usual aloof manner.

“Luna!” Raven hissed, anger overtaking sadness. “Get the hell out of here.”

Luna shook her head. “I’m staying with you.”

“But you can live!” She wanted to shout but her voice came out in a broken sob. How could Luna do this? She was blowing the damn thing up for her! For all of them. So they could live. So she could live! Only one person was supposed to die today, that was the plan. Luna was going to ruin everything.

“I’ve lost all my people, Raven. You’re the only one I have left.” She put her hand inside the control panel and placed it on top of Raven’s so that they were both clutching the lever. “I choose you.” She enunciated each word, stepping closer to Raven so that their bodies were pressed together. She pressed her forehead to Raven’s and whispered, “With you gone, my world wouldn’t make sense.”

“It did before.” Raven said shakily, her breathing shallow.

“But it wouldn’t anymore.” Her free hand came up and rested on the back of Raven’s neck, her thumb lightly stroking the sensitive skin.

“Okay.” Raven exhaled breathlessly, her heartbeat erratic. So they were going to die together, like some futuristic version of Romeo & Juliet, only instead of dying for nothing they were dying to save the world, choosing to die rather than living in a world that ceased to make sense. “All things considered, I had a pretty good life.” Raven shrugged.

“Yeah?” Luna grinned.

Raven flicked her eyes up at Luna’s, biting her lip. “Yeah.”

“Me, too.” Luna agreed, then shrugged, adding, “All things considered.”

“And in the end, I met you.” Raven nuzzled her nose against Luna’s.

“We met each other too late.” She mumbled, the hand behind Raven’s neck trailing down her arm to her hand, where she intertwined their fingers together. “We didn’t have enough time.”

Raven shook her head. “Nah, I think we met each other at just the right time.”

Luna quirked her brows. “You think so?”

Raven gave her a chaste kiss. “I do.” Kissed her again, then looked at the timer inside the control panel and her stomach flipped. “Fifty seconds left.” She breathed out a long sigh, anxiety finally setting in. She wasn’t afraid of death, not since landing on the ground where she faced it every day, but she was nervous about what came after. After the blackness, after the shock.

“We’ll be reborn.” Luna said, as if reading the girls mind.

Raven looked at her curiously. “Reincarnation?” Luna nodded. Raven considered this. “If we do get reincarnated, I hope we meet each other again.”

“We will.” Luna affirmed, kissing each of Raven’s cheeks. “Kindred spirits have a way of finding each other in every lifetime.” Her lips met Raven’s, warm and chapped, molding together. They poured everything they had left into the kiss, all the love, all the worry, all the fear, everything they couldn’t convey into words was screamed against their lips, and when they pulled apart they could barely breathe.

“Do you think it will hurt?” Raven asked, her forehead against Luna’s once again.

She shook her head, not opening her eyes, still trying to remain in the euphoria. “I don’t think we’ll feel anything.”

Raven’s eyes went back to the timer. “Twenty seconds.” She said softly, her voice barely audible. Tears pooled both of their eyes, some escaping down their cheeks. They weren’t sad that it was over, they were happy to have gotten a beginning at all.

“I love you.” Raven said.

“I love you.” Luna said.

And they grabbed each other into a tight embrace, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other, so close they melted together, as if they were one entity. The timer started beeping and Raven whined, her grip on Luna’s back tightening. Luna buried her face in Raven’s neck and the beeping got louder and louder and quicker and quicker.

And then there was silence.

And then everything was warm.

And then there was nothing.

[thehundredladies]

We are not your toys, we are much more than that.

[the-100-femslash]

will you be organizing a fic exchange for christmas???? it would be SUPER fun!!!!!!!!!

I hadn’t been planning to, but I’m willing to consider the idea!

Honestly I’ve been losing enthusiasm for the 100 (you’ve probably noticed that my posting is sporadic lately, whoops!), so I haven’t been thinking much about running events?

BUT. I could be persuaded to organize something small! I’d probably limit gifts to fic rather than allowing graphics and gifsets, just for easiness on my end (even tho i love all the graphic talent in this fandom). I could set up a quick ao3 exchange collection before the end of the month, let people sign up until ~the beginning of december, and give people until around the 20th to write maybe 500-1k words?

How does this sound to people? Feel free to reply if you’ve downloaded the extension, send me a message, or reblog with your opinions.

[monty-green]

Top 15 100 Ships (according to my followers)

3. Clexa “Maybe life should be about more than just surviving”

[kedreeva]

Day 15 - Hurt/Comfort - Clexa

For The 100 Femslash February

Clarke shot upright with a gasp, senses on high alert as she grasped for a weapon that wasn't there. A hand at her back startled her and she turned, ready to lash out at whatever at found her in her sleep.

Lexa caught her wrist with her free hand before her blow could land.

Panting, Clarke's focus cleared and she remembered where she was- Lexa's tent, at the center of the large Grounder camp, safe. She let out a halting, ragged breath, heart beating so fast it darkened her vision around the edges for a moment.

"You are safe, Clarke," Lexa said softly, smoothing her hand over the small of Clarke's back in comfort, fingertips barely touching skin. "The night patrol returns."

Slowly, Clarke pulled her wrist from Lexa's grasp and smoothed her palm over her hair. They were safe. She was safe. Lexa would never let anyone hurt her, especially not here. "I thought... I heard..."

She trailed off, and Lexa simply waited, allowing her to process her thoughts. It was hoofbeats, but they were not coming for her. There were weapons, but they were here for her defense. There were Grounders, but they were on her side now, and the Mountain Men were gone. It was safe.

"I'm sorry," Clarke breathed out, forcing herself to relax.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Lexa told her softly as Clarke lay back down, tucking her head onto Lexa's shoulder. The feel of Lexa's fingers playing gently with the ends of her hair was soothing.

Clarke closed her eyes, and it was not long before the beat of Lexa's heart lulled her back to sleep.

[hvpeworld]

The 100 AU: octavia fell in love with the sun, who came and visited her each day, and the sun loved her right back. it got harder every time she had to leave.