#writing: harper mcintyre

[lingeringscars]

everyone is fluttering around the camp, except for lottie, excited and packing and full of anticipation of going home. it should make her angrier that he was going to leave them behind, but it doesn't. at least, not after she walked around herself, deciding what to do and bring. how to say goodbye to this place when she desperately wants to leave it, too. how to acknowledge that it was like a home to her while still wanting to go back to the place they're all calling home. after stopping by the lake, she feels calmer, and she makes her way over to @itchose. "i forgive you." it feels stupid, almost childish to say even with the ramifications of the choices he was making. why would it matter coming from her, anyway? but there's a part of her that thinks maybe he needs that, if not from her specifically but in general, and a deeper part of her that thinks akilah was lying to cover for him. lying to cover for each other. "you had the chance to get back to your mom." she wouldn't have made the same decision, but she can understand it. "if you have the chance to get back, take it." she looks around at everyone packing. "when." she amends, though she can't shake the suspicion that something bad is going to happen. they've never been lucky before, and every time she has hope, it gets crushed.

[lingeringscars]

harper holds her hands up in surrender. she's not going to push tai on this, and neither of them really want to linger on dead cabin guy much longer anyway. she laughs when tai continues. "god you're shameless." she shakes her head. "mikayla has seriously gotten into you." she shuts her eyes tight, shuddering preemptively because she's set herself up for whatever comes next. she looks over at her for her reaction to shauna. it's been sad watching her get more and more exasperated with her, but she can't help but feel a sense of pride when tai admits to trusting her. it's what she wants, and it makes her happy to hear that. "yeah. you know i got you." she won't let her down, she means. "let me know if you need back up with shauna, but honestly, she scares me." she has for a while, but it's one of the first times she's said it out loud. she can't control shauna, but she can offer tai a smile, squeezing her arm. "i am happy for you. for both of you. you deserve this." she sits in that for a second before "i'm also jealous as shit." she laughs.

it's even funnier watching tai groan. "wasn't he like, the star of the football team? homecoming king material?" she had checked out this last year, but she definitely remembers that. "he was dating a closeted mikayla. there's no way he didn't hear mean comments." she defends. she doesn't really care about this relationship, but asher had always seemed like a good guy. "so, yeah, i'm pretty sure you're wrong and just jealous." she smirks. "so i definitely have to mention handcuffs to her. get her ready for the wedding night." she nearly chokes again at the next part. "oh my god. i'm learning so much about you that i will never be able to unlearn."

"thank you." she does a mock bow. she laughs when tai poses, "straight out of outdoors digest. front page material right there." she jests, but she's really grateful for this. being able to just joke around with tai, laugh again. it feels nice. they never would have been this close without the plane crash, but she refuses to be grateful to that. she's just glad they had this chance to get to know each other for real. "you've got plenty of rope." she can't keep a straight face repeating her words back to her, but it was too good for her not to take it. "maybe we put the rope in her mouth, too. give her something else to bite down on."

taissa looks away,   feigning nonchalance as she shrugs.    ❝ obviously,  ❞   she mumbles,   because she definitely doesn’t want to linger on anything about the cabin guy,   but she has to at least be grateful for what he’s given them in his absence—   because it’s not lost on her that they might not have survived without it.    ❝  okay,  yeah,  thanks for the reminder,  ❞    she mumbles sarcastically.

she starts to laugh as harper talks about the attic,   because she’s right,   it is how they slept.    it’s how she slept with shauna for the first few nights too,   and every night they needed to lean on each other,   but they gave themselves their own corners of the attic eventually.   it’s different with mikayla—   there was never any other way.   even if they were upset with each other before bed,   they wouldn’t have let themselves part.   it’s bigger than that,  too,  in ways harper and the others don’t really understand—   mikayla basically pinned her down in her sleep every night just so she wouldn’t miss it if taissa got up in her sleep,  ready to leave.    even if she hasn’t sleepwalked in months,  she can’t imagine not having the security of mikayla holding her tightly.   ❝  she’s better than a blanket,  ❞   she says with a grin.    ❝  really helps without clothes,  ❞     she adds,  immediately cutting herself off with a giggle,   only saying that to tease harper more.     she takes a deep breath,   hand pressing to her forehead as she thinks about shauna.    ❝  she’s going to be there whether she wants to be or not,   ❞    she claims.    ❝  i told you first because i trust you most.   ❞     she trusts shauna in a very specific way,   a way that others wouldn’t understand,  because they’ve been through things together that no one else knows,   but she doesn’t trust her with this.   ❝  and maybe i wanted to talk to someone about it who’d actually be happy for me,  ❞   she scoffs. 

she groans as harper starts teasing her about it.   if they were back home,   she’d still be defending herself,  still claiming that asher is some horrible person,  band she’d do whatever to prove it.   but here,  it feels ridiculous to hold onto,   even if the thought of him is still annoying.   ❝  okay,  shut up,  ❞     she scoffs.   ❝  am i wrong?    she was the hottest girl in our school and she was dating losers.  ❞    asher wasn’t a loser,   she knows that,   but she makes the claim anyway.   ❝  trust me,  that guy did not know how to handle a girl like her.   he’d probably start crying if she said something mean.   ❞    and tai,  however,  would be into it—   so she believes that gives her the upper hand anyway,   even if it’s irrelevant,   because mikayla would never actually want asher.    her eyes widen,  as if to warn her again,  but she laughs.    ❝  okay,  definitely do not mention handcuffs to mikayla—    she’ll get ideas,  ❞   she teases,  shaking her head.    ❝  so,  no.   no handcuffs.  ❞    she pauses before smirking and adding,   ❝  we’ve got plenty of rope, though.  ❞

her eyes narrow in on her and she nods her head slowly.    ❝  yeah,  okay.  good answer,  ❞   she teases.    she smirks as she checks her out,  resting her ax on her shoulder.   her eyes roll at the idea of shauna actually fighting someone at her wedding—    she’s definitely going to be careful about talking to her when it’s time to warn her.    ❝  maybe we just tie her hands together,  ❞    she suggests flatly,   letting out a scoff a moment later.   ❝  i guess she does love to bite, though.  ❞  

[crimsonwolf715]

Great, I Got a Cold For My Birthday

{This takes place post season one, but they aren’t taken by the Mountain Men. They haven’t been found by the Ark yet, but they have kinda patched it up with Murphy since he’s been nothing but helpful [minus the sarcasm that everyone secretly appreciates] since he got patched up. No more murdering folks.}

Murphy wakes up with a pounding headache. He groans, then takes stock of his other symptoms. Sore throat, congestion, all the usual suspects of a cold. 

“Great, I got a cold for my birthday,” Murphy mutters. 

He contemplates what to do. 

I could just tell people I feel bad and stay in here all day. No, they would reject me. If you’re not useful, you’re dead weight. Fine, I’ll do my usual stuff and then head back here. Hopefully I’ll get some more sleep than usual and I won’t die.  

He’s not really sure why the dying part felt necessary, but it did. 

“Murphy!” Murphy hears Harper shout outside his tent. 

“What?” Murphy shouts back, his voice sounding rough. 

“Bellamy wants you at the gate!” 

Murphy gets up and walks out of his tent. “Great, I’ll meet him there.” 

“Thanks,” Harper replies, then heads towards the dropship. 

He walks over to the gate and Bellamy’s already over there with Miller and Monroe. 

“What did I miss?” Murphy asks, hoping they don’t notice his voice. 

Bellamy raises an eyebrow like he heard it, but doesn’t comment. 

“We lost contact with one of our teams. We’re going out to look for them,” Bellamy says. “I’ll take Murphy and you two go together. We travel North and South. Once you’ve covered the radius, report back in and we’ll figure out what to do if we still haven’t found them.” 

“Sounds good,” Miller says. 

Monroe nods, so the two go to get gear. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Bellamy asks. 

“Nothing, I’m good to go, Captain,” Murphy answers, then sniffles. 

“Do I need to send you to Clarke?” 

“Please for the love of God don’t send me to your girlfriend. She will never leave me alone if you do.” 

“So you’re fine to go?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine to go. It probably won’t get any worse than this.” 

Murphy was, in fact, wrong. It did get worse as they trekked through the woods, searching for the missing kids. By noon, Murphy feels absolutely done. 

“You good?” Bellamy asks. 

“Fine,” Murphy lies through his teeth. 

“You sound good.” 

“Yeah, I do. Thanks for noticing.” 

Bellamy shakes his head. 

“You know? Today’s supposed to be my damn birthday,” Murphy says. 

“Really?” Bellamy asks. “Happy birthday.” 

“Today has been shit. First I wake up with all this.” He waves at himself. “And now we’re stuck on this mission.” 

Bellamy shrugs. “Better than my last birthday.” 

“What happened your last birthday?” 

“Octavia was in prison. It hadn’t been that long since Mom died. I got sick and then I spent the entire day on the verge of passing out while cleaning shit on the Ark. At least our day only lasts until dark,” Bellamy answers. 

“At least,” Murphy echoes. 

“And you brought this on yourself. You’re the one who told me you were fine.” 

“Yeah, because if I stop being useful, then people will stop wanting me around.” 

Bellamy sighs, looking like he’s contemplating something. “Think on the positive side. Since nobody likes you other than me, nobody will bother you after we get back.” 

“Wow, being unpopular. My dream.” 

The two laugh, then settle back into a comfortable silence. After a while of searching and Murphy getting silently worse, Bellamy’s radio crackles. 

“We’ve found the lost team and there are no Grounders in the area. They’re all unconscious, so we’re going to get them to Clarke,” Miller’s voice says on the other side. 

Bellamy grabs his radio. “Sounds good. Murphy and I are on our way back.” 

He puts the radio away, then turns towards Murphy. “You still good?” 

“Yep. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.” 

The walk back to camp is slow and tedious for Murphy. Drainage is making his throat hurt worse and his headache is back in full force. When they get back to camp, Bellamy dismisses him. He starts the walk back to his tent. He only makes it halfway there before he hears Clarke shouting his name. 

“What?” Murphy shouts, not turning around. 

“You were sick and you went out?” Clarke asks as she trails behind Murphy. 

“Yeah, I did. What do you care, Princess?” 

“Murphy.” 

Murphy stops and turns. “Yes?” 

“Come to the dropship with me. Let’s get you some medicine. Maybe some sleep.” 

“Medicine would be nice, but I’m not sleeping in the dropship. Too many people and I would be…” 

Murphy trails off, not wanting to finish the sentence aloud. Almost like admitting that the Grounders got to him. That he has nightmares every night and is afraid that he’ll wake up back there with them. 

“Then you can sleep on the third floor. I’ll close it off to everyone else while you get some rest. You’re sick, so you can’t sleep in the elements,” Clarke says. 

Murphy sighs. “Fine, but only because it’ll get you to leave me the hell alone.” 

He follows her into the dropship and after taking his medicine, he goes up to the third floor. Monty and Jasper are up there, working on something. They don’t pay him any mind when he comes in, so he goes and tucks himself into a corner. 

Monty and Jasper are harmless, so I’ve got nothing to worry about. They seem busy anyway.  

He looks at the patched up hole in the dropship from where he blew it up to get out. It looks shoddy, but at least it’s patched up. He grabs one of the small blankets and partially covers himself up, leaving his arms out so he can defend himself at a moment’s notice. After a while, he falls asleep to the sounds of Monty and Jasper’s machine turning on. 

Murphy wakes up to someone tapping him. No, something tapping him. He jerks up and Monty pulls the stick away from Jasper. 

“I told you that you were gonna scare him,” he fusses. 

“What do you two want?” Murphy asks before Jasper can respond, forcing his tone to stay calm and flat. 

“Clarke wanted us to check on you,” Jasper answers. 

Murphy coughs. “Been better. Tell the princess to leave me alone and let me sleep.” 

“Okay,” Jasper says, but neither of them move. 

“What are you two doing?” 

“You didn’t tell us to leave you alone. We know you have problems with Clarke, but not with us,” Monty answers. 

“So you’re using a verbal loophole to hopefully get me to agree for you two to help me?” 

The two nod. Murphy coughs again, the action tearing at his throat. 

“Fine,” he says. “Do whatever you want.” 

“Told you it’d work,” Jasper whispers loudly to Monty. 

“I didn’t necessarily doubt it, I just didn’t confirm it,” Monty replies. 

Murphy sighs, then coughs again. 

“I’m gonna get you some water,” Monty says, then hurries down the ladder. 

“Did I sleep through the night?” Murphy asks. 

Jasper nods. “Yeah, it’s about six in the morning.” 

After Monty comes back up, the two spend the rest of the day taking care of Murphy.

[veilxstars]

EVENT 01; PUMPKIN PALOOZA

Welcome to Pumpkin Palooza, Cardinal Hill’s enchanting autumn festival! The town square bursts with carved pumpkins, warm cider, and festive games. Explore magical potion stands, hunt for hidden treasures, and enjoy local crafts and treats. Join the fun and discover the delightful surprises waiting for you at this year’s Pumpkin Palooza!

feel free to use the below as locations/activities in your threads. these are all the things that my characters are offering to the event itself.

Scout Proctor (located at the Maplewood Inn)

Pumpkin-Themed Menu: Scout has created a autumn themed menu for guests featuring pumpkin-inspired dishes and treats, such as pumpkin spice lattes, savory pumpkin soup, and pumpkin pastries, drawing in festival-goers looking for a warm meal.

Harvest Craft Workshops: She hosts craft workshops in the inn’s common area, where guests can make pumpkin-themed decorations, candle holders, and mini scarecrows.

Spooky Movie Nights: In the evenings, Scout sets up a cozy screening area with blankets and popcorn for family-friendly Halloween movies.

Grey Hawthorne (located in the town square)

Pony and Mule Rides: Grey has agreed to provide Meridoc, the pony, and Missus, the mule. He stays on the premises with his animals and strikes up conversations with parents and children alike.

Charity Raffle: Grey has organized a charity raffle featuring items he has collected, with proceeds going to local animal shelters or rehabilitation centers.

Hay Rides (ft. Jack & Queen): In the evening, Grey is one of the people who give hay rides as a closing activity to families.

Mags Harper (located in the town square)

Pumpkin Flower Arrangements: Mags creates whimsical bouquets using seasonal flowers and small pumpkins as vases. Visitors can choose their flowers and arrange their own pumpkin bouquets.

Flower Crown Station: Mags also makes flower crowns for children (or adults) who would like to have one. She focuses on autumnal colors and flowers.

Puck Thorne (...)

he has done absolutely nothing, and he is enjoying walking around and taking in the festival without contributing. you can see him taking pictures to send to his editor, as she doesn't believe these small town events actually happen.

Aristotle McIntyre (located in the town square, at the Shadow Curiosities stall)

Memory Tree: Aris has set up a "Memory Tree" station where festival-goers can write down and hang their favorite autumn memories on colorful paper leaves.

Memory Jars: Using small jars that he has collected, as well as small trinkets (such as buttons, bits of lace, pins, charms etc), he helps festival-goers create memory jars to fill with notes and decorations to remember this year's event.

Arjun Deshmukh (located in the town square & at Soundwaves)

Storytime Corner: Arjun is working at the storytime corner reading/telling stories to children. He is also using this as a good opportunity to introduce service dogs to children and teach them the importance of always asking before they pet a working dog.

At night, Arjun dedicates part of his program to go over the happenings from the Pumpkin Palooza as well as using his air-time to play appropriate music and tell fall themed ghost stories.

Marisol Hargrove (located in the town square)

Pumpkin Scavenger Hunt: children and adults are encouraged to run through the maze and search for decorated pumpkins. Inside, they may find a playful trick or a treat.

Miniature Garden Station: She has a small craft station where attendees create their own miniature fairy gardens using small plants, stones, and decorations.

Tea (potion) Tasting Booth: With Copper's help, she sells tea (potions) which include seasonal favorites like a “Pumpkin Spice Elixir” that warms the heart or a “Harvest Moon Tonic” for enhancing dreams.

Luciana Castillo (located in the town square)

Magic Shows: Luciana performs short magic shows throughout the event, showcasing her sleight of hand and illusions.

"Mabbitt’s Corner”: Setting up a dedicated area of her store at the festival, Luciana could showcase some of the enchanting props and supplies available at Mabbitt’s.

Mystery Box Challenge: She has set up a fun mystery box challenge where attendees have to guess what’s inside various boxes based only on tactile clues.

[bonniebird]

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[lingeringscars]

she looks back at him, allowing the silence to stretch between them. she doesn't need to press, but it is probably clear on her features that she knows there's more he isn't saying. she smirks a little at his words, letting out an exaggerated sigh "yet. living on the edge of expulsion, just like home." it's a dangerous word around here, but it feels fitting.

she looks him over, unsure how to respond. a part of her, a large part, wants to probe deeper, but he's already made it clear he'd rather joke about this. so, she twists her body so that it is facing him, putting her hands on her knees as if she is about to ask the most serious question in the world. "okay, i'll bite." she drags it out for dramatic effect, knowing she could be walking a dangerous line and get him to shut down, but she hopes the next words are enough to make him laugh again. "who got you beat?" she holds his next words for a minute, trying to figure out how to proceed, or if she even should. she ends up deciding there aren't words for that, so she gives his arm a small squeeze, smiling softly at him to say she gets it. she takes a chance when he admits to hoping he doesn't remind her of his dad, curious to know more, wanting to do something for him, wanting to know him. "why?" she asks just as softly. she smiles back, genuine before leaning back to put on a show. "well, lucky you cause that's all you need. you already got the best." she doesn't know if she really believes that, but she likes to think she at least makes a good friend. she might not have had anything deep before the plane crash, but she looks out for people as best she can.

she nods. even if she doesn't personally understand what he is going through, she can understand wishing for that, holding onto the idea that there is something back at home. "bold suggestion, since we just became friends and all." she keeps her tone light, but when she looks back at him, she drops the joking facade for more sincerity. "if you don't want to face it alone, i got your back." she means it. she doesn't think she'd be ready to face her own mom, and she isn't carrying back the loss of her family, just the kid who wasn't enough. she doesn't know what to do with his sincerity, a part of her wanting to brush it off or make light of it, and another part wanting to believe in it. like the rest of their conversation, she goes with a mix of both. "damn, and to think you didn't even want me to stick around at first." she takes a chance, unsure if it applies but thinking it must. "i'm glad you are, too." she hesitates for a moment before deciding he might need to hear it. "turns out, you're kinda fun to talk to." she takes a long time to look back at him because she knows she'll see javi when she does, but she has to face it. "you can lose yourself." and that might be worse.

he slowly glances back over to her,  but he makes no effort to argue or to agree,   leaving it at that,   because he knows he can never properly explain why he both longs for real connection and is terrified of it.   with these people, especially—    it’s safer just to keep to himself while still attempting to be a part of it all.    but he thinks it over for a moment,   letting out a scoff,   because she’s right—  it did feel brave to actually let her stick around.   ❝  you’re not making me regret it yet,  ❞    he insists,  speaking lightheartedly.   

a small but shy smile starts to tug at the corner of his lips when she shoves him playfully.    ❝   yeah.   okay.   second,  ❞    he says,   trying to joke with her just to agree,  but it mostly comes out dry.   he’s not the worst,   some part of him knows that—   but he doesn’t think his father did.    ❝  maybe not,  ❞    he says quietly—  maybe his dad was just shitty.   he still believes that,  but it feels worse to say out loud now.   his eyes slowly look back to her when she says she doesn’t see his father in him,  and he takes a deep breath,  trying to find hope in that,  because for a while,  he felt it in him,   he saw it in the look of fear in javi’s eyes whenever travis went too hard on him,  and he regretted it every single time,  terrified of being like him.   ❝  i hope not,  ❞    he says quietly,   his way of thanking her for telling him that.   shyly,  he moves his hand to his hair,  brushing it absentmindedly as she tells him she’s a friend.    ❝  that makes one,  ❞    he says,  but he starts to smile again,  letting her know it’s not a bad thing.

he stares down at the ground,   letting her speak,  even if it’s hard to talk about this at all.   ❝  i guess…   i hope i have the chance to figure that out,   ❞    he says quietly,   desperate to get back home regardless of what he’s afraid of,   because nothing can be worse than being out here,  and even though he’s felt alone all his life,   it’s never been lonelier than here.   he looks back to her again when she admits part of her wanted to die, too —  he can’t blame her,   because he’s felt that before,  too,   then he’s left questioning how he still finds the will to live anyway.    ❝  i’m glad you’re still here.   for what it's worth,  ❞   he insists,  taking a deep breath.    ❝  kind of feel like i have nothing else to lose, ❞    he admits.    how could it possibly get worse for him,  really?  

[ao3feed-the100]

Clexa Re-Write Therapy: 3x07 and Beyond

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/v5JVBtb

by KB_1811

Writing this for anyone needing emotional therapy due to Jason Rothenberg's incompetency, plan to continue adding on to finish their story in a way they deserved. This jumps in at episode 3x7 after Lexa announces the Blockade on Arkadia, then branches into my own story getting to play with character dynamics and arcs my own way and seeing relationships we didn't get to see in the show (Lexa & Luna, Lexa & Madi, etc). Lexa must navigate her sense of duty with her love for Clarke, amidst rising tensions trying to keep the coalition together.

Only loose story arcs from seasons 4-5 I will for sure hold to is Primfaya/bunker, the rest we will see how things play out. **NO CITY OF LIGHT** bc I hated it haha consider its nixed from this universe.

Words: 36315, Chapters: 17/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Luna (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Bellamy Blake, Charles Pike, Ontari (The 100), Aden (The 100), Madi (The 100), Niylah (The 100), Echo (The 100), Roan (The 100), Indra (The 100), Monty Green, Harper McIntyre, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Thelonious Jaha

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Luna/Raven Reyes (The 100)/Original Character(s), Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Lexa/Luna (The 100), Octavia Blake/Echo, Clarke Griffin/Niylah

Additional Tags: Commander Lexa (The 100), Heda Lexa (The 100), Wanheda Clarke Griffin, Post-Episode AU: s03e07 Thirteen (The 100), Sex, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Blood and Gore, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/v5JVBtb

[bellamyblake]

thebestofthe100 event: Remember the fallen

[frecklesandfanfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37159618/chapters/103555494

Clarke turns into the stream of water and lets out a small hurt-animal whimper. Bellamy pulls back the shower door a bit, to peer at her face. “Scratches hurt?”

She huffs a little laugh: “I’m not gonna turn into a wolf or anything, am I?”

“Eh. Folklore, that’s all. Anyway, witches can’t turn into werewolves. You are what you are forever, or at least until you die.” He closes the sliding door, and Clarke can hear him rummaging around the bathroom. “Here, let me…” he opens the door again, making Clarke shiver. “You’re still bleeding a little.” He touches her face gently with a washcloth. “You should wash them out a bit better.”

[lingeringscars]

she tears a little at her bottom lip, but she ultimately nods with understanding. "okay." she says slowly. "and now?" she doesn't really want to leave, but if mikayla doesn't want anyone there, she won't force her to. "that's horrible." she would tear up for her, usually, but she's used to this kind of horror now. "i'm sorry." she says again. "i know that's like, useless, but..." what else is there to say? "i don't really think you're capable of looking like shit. it's actually kind of annoying" it's gentle, teasing her. she doesn't think either of them are ready for that, but she tries anyway.

she rests her hands on the table face up, in case mikayla wants that comfort. it looks awkward, but she can live with that. it's not the same as living with this burden, and it's not like it would last long before it was broken up by the guards, but fuck them this is more important. she can see the weight of this with her, though, and she's certain that she's rarely experienced this. "he was a bad guy." she repeats, making it clear that she doesn't need to explain any more than that. she believes her, and it's that simple. her face scrunches, and she almost feels bad about it. "tried?" she says with a smirk. "i'm not shocked. she thinks we're all besties." it feels cruel coming out, and she clears her throat to change the subject. she might not like misty, but she'd rather just forget about her.

it's the last question that she expects from mikayla, and she wants to do something to comfort her, but she has nothing to give her. it breaks her heart when mikayla continues, but it is easier to address than the question right now. "hey, no, it's okay. let it out." she doesn't need to hide from her. "i've seen worse. i've been worse." she blows out some air, trying to think through what to say. "she's being a prick." she says with a shrug. "i don't think she's mad at you; i think she's trying to avoid everything that reminds her of that time." despite her anger, she does understand tai, and she did hear her. "she's trying to force herself to move on. you know her. she had a plan, and now she needs to finish it." she rolls her eyes. "she has a stick up her ass again, but she'll...she has to..." she struggles because who knows what tai is capable of forcing herself to forget and move on from. "she's pretending. that can never last. eventually, something will come and remind her of what she's lost." she bites the corner of her nail for a second before giving her something else. "i don't think it's actually because she stopped loving you. unfortunately, i think it's because she loves you so much." she lets out another breath. "she... she shut us all out, from what i can tell. she was a dick before she left for college, acting like she had to leave all of us behind. sorry to say it but you're not special in this case." she left me, too. she knows that won't provide any comfort. "i just mean, i don't think it's about you. it's all about her and the image she needs to have. none of us fit into that when she's trying to remove herself from our story. so, you know, she's being an asshole, but i don't... i really don't think she's mad at you. i'm mad at her."

"no. don't be. it's okay." she rushes the words out, faster than she has with anything else she's said so far. mikayla understands it, the others being too busy trying to get back to their own lives to drop everything to be there for her— she wasn't even fully adjusted yet before she had to readjust again, being here. "i didn't really... want to see anyone the first few weeks. i looked like shit." felt like shit, too. "my hands were, like— fucking useless for a while. and he broke a few ribs, and my face—" looked a lot like lottie's after shauna was done with her, but mikayla doesn't want to think about their time out there any more than she wants to think about her father— and she can only assume harper feels the same. she hopes so, anyway.

mikayla's spent so long trying to explain herself that it's almost strange to hear that. she blinks, almost wanting to cry at the thought of someone actually believing her. nat did, of course, but she knew exactly what mikayla went through all her life, so that was a given, something she never had to question. she thought she didn't have to question tai, either, but she's not sure anymore. she manages an eye roll at misty's name, head falling back. "ugh, her. she's tried visiting me, too." all requests were denied on mikayla's part, because even she's not that fucking desperate.

her jaw immediately clenches at the sound of tai's name, clasping her own hands beneath the table, her nails digging into her skin. there's so many questions she has about how she is, what she's doing, if she misses her, but she doesn't know where to start. harper's already given her something, telling her she's doing awful, and mikayla could easily ask her what she means, but she doesn't. not yet. "is she mad at me?" she sounds like a little kid, and she hates it, especially when tears start to well in her eyes, jaw beginning to tremble as she tries not to cry. "i'm sorry," she chokes out, lifting her hands to cover her face, forgetting about the scars on her knuckles. "i just— i thought she—" loved me. she can't get the words out, so after wiping the tears from her face, she drops her hand, trying to get a hold of herself. "what... what do you mean she's doing awful?" she doesn't want to hear that, either, not when the only thing that's been getting her through the day is knowing that at least tai's okay.

[lingeringscars]

her one hand lies useless in her lap ever since melissa finally dropped it. it's still throbbing a little, but she's taking the focus off by picking at her other thumb. melissa and her own blood are mixing now, but her hands do not look as bad as mari or gen's. she helped stamp the bleeding with her free hand after they got the arrow out. travis and akilah aren't back yet, and she hasn't been able to fully focus ever since melissa put the thought in their head of more. (she made sure to ask hannah. she had to know. but they were all talking over each other). why aren't they back yet?

she checks in with melissa, helping her with the sling and getting herself situated. there's a lot going on, but it all feels like background noise to her right now. until she hears rustling, and all she can think is there are more. but then it's @itchose coming back into camp, and she let's out a quick "travis?" before turning back to melissa to make sure she's safe. gen hasn't left her side, and when they lock eyes, she knows she can leave for now. to say she takes off running would not be accurate, but it does feel that way, especially since she has been sitting all night. mari is making a beeline for akilah, and she doesn't register anything else until her arms are around travis, eyes closing at the impact. they're okay.

[spoiledforships]

Season 4 ended with clarke making it to the ship. Madi’s parents brought her out of hiding when they heard children get to go into the bunker. Madi goes into space to keep her nightblood secret.

5 years pass, they come down and open up the bunker and have a happy reunion.

No one villifies Octavia for loving and honoring her people by giving them a warriors death that grounders canonically value rather than a painful and drawn out death by starvation, which the grounders would have viewed as weak and dishonorable.

Clarke is grateful to Octavia for being a great commander so that Madi can have a normal childhood.

Bellamy and Octavia have a proper siblings reunion and heal after talking over their mutual wronging of each other.

5a covers Elegius landing. the Diyoza prisoners are integrated into society and the McCreary prisoners are either executed or put into cryo. Miller and Jackson adopt a kid. Jackson and Clarke open a medical practice, Niylah assists.

5b covers Raven and Monty exploring the new tech and building improvements for shallow valley. Diyoza and Harper have Hope and Jordan. Shaw, Raven, and Monty discover planet Alpha.

6a thanks to Bellamy and Clarke’s hero complex our core kru join Gabriel’s resistance and overthrow the primes. those who want to stay can stay, others choose to move to earth. The primes choose earth to return to their roots and possibly regain their humanity? Josie is amazing as usual.

6b Gabriel and Raven bond over their shared Becca geek love and they explore the anomaly. Raven is a badass and dons her spacewalker bravery and jumps in, pulling Gabriel with her. Octavia, Harper, Diyoza, Monty, & Emori stay behind. Bellamy, Josie, Murphy, Shaw, Echo and Clarke go after them when Gabriel gets spit out sans Raven.

Season 7 is bardo centric and not a complete failure and shitshow.

[nimphs]

»          @lghtpulled   ♡      (    harper  mcintyre    )

“      why   did   you    help   us?      ”        knees   drawn   to   her   chest  ,    chin   resting   atop   them  ,    harper   draws   a   lock   of   lank  ,    matted   hair   around   her   forefinger  ,    twisting   it   roughly.      she   hurts   all   over.      she   has   never   known   pain   like   this  ;      she   knows   now   that   they   will   die   in   here.        “      why   did   you   stay?      you   wouldn’t   be   here   if   you’d   just  ...      gone.      ”

[lingeringscars]

she snorts. then bursts out laughing as nikita stumbles through trying to say his first name. then she keels over a little when nikita starts laughing herself. she thinks about saying no, starts shaking her head, but then she pictures birkhoff's face if nikita did try to call him this, and that leads her to "you should say it to him." she knows that is the last thing he wants for life, despite it being the name he himself chose.

her eyes fall to nikita's on her arm, wondering what gave her away. then again, nikita knows the shape her face takes when worried about amanda. they all know how to read each other, even if not as well as she knows birkhoff and he knows her. she can tell what he's thinking by the sound his breath makes. the fear fades to a fond smile because she can picture birkhoff giving recommendations on how to further amanda proof it. the amanda proof device is still on her, and maybe she needs to burn it and burn away what amanda has left over her. she nods after a minute, taking that in, releasing a small breath. "i think it's going to take...a while. for me to believe that. you know?" if anyone can escape, it's amanda. maybe more so nikita. no such thing as a nikita-proof holding. "i really don't want to spend the rest of my life afraid that she'll get out." will she ever feel safe and secure? will she be raising her kids, freaking out in the middle of a grocery store because she saw a flash of red hair. god what the hell happens if she ends up in jail for attacking a random, innocent redhead?

she can't think about that. she doesn't want to.

she looks over at nikita. "i used to think that. not about ryan, but you." nikita gave her the chance, and that mattered more than anyone would ever know. "you got me out of division. you took a chance on me because you felt bad about putting alex back in there, for lying to her, but...you gave me a chance anyway." giving her a half smile. "but... you just gave me a chance to save myself." she brushes her thumb over nikita's cheek. "ryan didn't save you. he saw your potential, and you lived up to it. i didn't save birkhoff, he didn't save me, and ryan didn't save you. he just knew you, your heart, and he believed in you even when you didn't. now you just need to find what he saw." a full smile. "easy, right?"

she grimaces a little. "sorry." she forgot owen was important to nikita. "i never really knew him." just flirted with him to get under birkhoff's skin. "and sam...well." she mimics a throat cutting motion. she takes a breath. "you've lost a lot. it's okay to feel that, but you aren't just the people you lost. you're also the people you've saved, the lives that have been changed because you're in it, and the people you have."

she leans back into nikita. she doesn't think she actually knows where she is going with this, but maybe she's predictable enough. her eyebrows furrow a little when nikita pulls back, protecting herself with her arms, but given their history, given everything...she isn't surprised nikita feels like she needs to protect herself from her. she nods because they should have "i wasn't talking about that." after a pause. "not just that. but yeah...he tipped me off. i just didn't trust it." she wipes at her eyes. "i've been horrible to him, nikita. just...awful. i left him. i said terrible things to try and save his life. i accused him of...of throwing us away. multiple times." unforgiveable.

she takes a shaky breath. "he could leave me because of all that." she takes another breath. "but we aren't leaving if you aren't. if you... if you find something else. nikita, he'll never abandon you. if you aren't done...there's no settling." she won't leave either. she'll stay. she'll fight more. but she's so tired. "that's what i meant." she could be tired of nikita dictating her life, whether or not she gets to settle down with her husband, but he could say no. "what he really pissed at you?" hard to believe.

nikita gives the sincerest of attempts before her tongue gets tied up in it, the awkward and unnatural “s-seymour” she tries to slowly repeat back to harper in understanding until her jaw gets stuck. she laughs a little at herself then, because that really shouldn’t be so hard, and yet feels like harper might as well have asked her to give her a kidney right on the spot. her hands get all tangled in intestines and guts trying to carve out over a decade of knowing birkhoff as… well, birkhoff, and get with the times. “i’m sorry, does he really want us to call him that now?” a little laughter at her own struggle still hangs on the end of the sentence, but there’s a genuine spark of fear in her eyes, fear that she might actually have to learn how to call him that, fear that that last little piece of history will be gone.

no, not the last piece. or else she wouldn’t see the war still raging on behind harper’s eyes, wouldn’t be reaching out to touch her arm as she observes a painful moment of resonance in her own chest. “amanda’s gone,” she reassures her. “she is. i watched the door close. and your husband stood there for a couple minutes after making sure it was amanda-proof and grilling the soldiers about their credentials. she’s never getting out of there.” she still feels an ache thinking of a little girl trapped in a basement, but in a life-changing turn of events, forgiveness rises to the surface, too. she forgives herself for not having been able to save her. maybe she even forgives herself for not having been able to save the girl she was all those years ago, for letting her run from bad situation to bad situation until she ended up at division. she doesn’t know what to do with this new urge to protect her, to wrap her arms around her and shield her as prying eyes try to thumb through her life like a book. michael thinks knowing her will only make them love her. 

nikita wants to love herself.

she leans into harper’s hand on her face,  gently covering it with her own and squeezing it. when she met ryan, really met him, a lot of things were up in the air, including them, literally. yet, he'd found it in him to trust her. he didn't see the feral, broken girl they'd brought into division, but he hadn't just seen the hero they were painting her as either, nor the monster on the wanted poster these last months. he saw a woman saddened and tormented by the things she had done and tried to convince her there was a way back. "something like that." nikita replies. "he saved my life. not.. just on the plane or in the CIA or... any of those times. he.. um.. he saved me."

"owen." she wipes another tear. "sam." it's hard not to feel the weight of another failure, another loss. it's about your heart. your soul. she lost ryan, but maybe she got some version of the owen she knew back. maybe she gained sam. she isn't quite ready to go there yet, but there is a little hope there, deep inside all of the grief. "we... understood one another."

she smiles at harper as she divulges plans for the future, tearing up herself - this time not for fear, but for genuine happiness for them. they deserve this. and she wants every bit of it for them. she starts to reply, but something about harper's tears causes her to shift, moving closer and gently putting her hands on her shoulders, squeezing them and shaking her head at the apology. "i know," she says softly, leaning into her and allowing her the floor to continue. until harper does, and she realizes how much of the tears - how much of the fear - is her fault. she breaks at that, pulling back inside herself. she hasn't forgotten her fight with bellamy, not for a moment, but it comes back up to the surface now, threatening to take her over.

"harper..." her voice falters a little. "i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have put birkhoff in that position. we should have told you. i should have told you." she hugs herself again. "but... he didn't do it for me. not really. he was worried about me, i know that. but.. he said no. he said he wasn't going to lie to you, and he was pissed at me for asking him to. pissed at me for wanting to do it, too. he was ready to walk. but i... i was so sure it would work. that.. that we could finally put a stop to amanda. i was so sure.. this was the only way, because.. i was giving her everything she always wanted, or.. making her think that i was. and he.. he wanted that life with you so badly. and.. i was dangling it in front of him. life with you, amanda gone, avenging ryan. he couldn't walk away from that, and he thought he could tip you off. i'm.. i'm so sorry if i... for causing problems with you guys."

[kinetic-elaboration]

Until Death

Echo/Harper

1.5k

Rated T

Summary:

Echo remembers for only a second and then the scene snaps out again. She's left uncertain and dazed, blinking at the way the faded pavement seems to burn.

But before she forgets she hears quite plainly in her ear, above the ringing that doesn't cease and the buzzing of the telephone wires and the sizzling of the sun, the woman's name.

I'm Harper.

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Written for Troped Madness 2021: Qualifying Round (Non-Competitive) @troped-fanfic-challenge

Focus Character: Echo

Theme: Romance

Tropes: Amnesia + Tattoos

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[ao3feed-the100]

Clexa Re-Write Therapy: 3x07 and Beyond

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by KB_1811

Writing this for anyone needing emotional therapy due to Jason Rothenberg's incompetency, plan to continue adding on to finish their story in a way they deserved. This jumps in at episode 3x7 after Lexa announces the Blockade on Arkadia, then branches into my own story getting to play with character dynamics and arcs my own way and seeing relationships we didn't get to see in the show (Lexa & Luna, Lexa & Madi, etc). Lexa must navigate her sense of duty with her love for Clarke, amidst rising tensions trying to keep the coalition together.

Only loose story arcs from seasons 4-5 I will for sure hold to is Primfaya/bunker, the rest we will see how things play out. **NO CITY OF LIGHT** bc I hated it haha consider its nixed from this universe.

Words: 36315, Chapters: 17/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Luna (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Bellamy Blake, Charles Pike, Ontari (The 100), Aden (The 100), Madi (The 100), Niylah (The 100), Echo (The 100), Roan (The 100), Indra (The 100), Monty Green, Harper McIntyre, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Thelonious Jaha

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Luna/Raven Reyes (The 100)/Original Character(s), Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Lexa/Luna (The 100), Octavia Blake/Echo, Clarke Griffin/Niylah

Additional Tags: Commander Lexa (The 100), Heda Lexa (The 100), Wanheda Clarke Griffin, Post-Episode AU: s03e07 Thirteen (The 100), Sex, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Blood and Gore, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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