#writing: harper mcintyre

[lingeringscars]

@terrifyingstories

let him sleep. it bounces around in her brain. he's in division more often than not these days, more than nikita or michael or alex or bellamy or her. called in on their days off, in charge of running everything and not just whatever nikita decided. he's there more than anyone, and he doesn't get enough sleep because of it. doesn't sleep there because it's division. doesn't sleep here because she keeps waking him up.

let him sleep. but she can't. because it feels like she's gonna burst out of her skin soon, and she can feel his arms tightening around her as she bounces around. he's gonna wake up anyway. she's not sleeping either. let him sleep. she pushes his chest. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry." dammit she's horrible at this girlfriend thing. she has more to apologize for, but she's rubbing his chest and apologizing for waking him. "you're okay. nikita's okay." it feels necessary to point out. "i just... i'm sorry. you were right. i never took you seriously when it came to your feelings for me, and that wasn't okay. i'm sorry about that. i...i treated them like a joke or like less than what they are, and i don't do that with you...but i did. i didn't listen. and when you tried to tell me that, i kept not listening. but you were right. you've been right. no excuses this time. i'm sorry. okay, you can go back to sleep now. sorry. just...needed to do that. it's.....a lot of months too late."

[lingeringscars]

she's seen alex a couple of times since leaving division, usually over a screen. heard her voice briefly in moments when she realized she was calling for birkhoff and not her. the pain that settles on her chest, despite knowing why alex stayed behind, is still there. but the look on her face when she saw her.... well that's there, too. the joy in her stomach, the butterflies deep in her gut...yeah, she's still in this. she's in this a lot.

which, she knew. she's known. for all the creeping doubt and paralyzing fear that everything they shared was a lie, she knows it wasn't. hell, she came to russia for the chance of seeing her. if they can just get semek, alex can come back. that's the only reason she stayed behind? right? she wasn't secretly trying to escape her...right?

those fears can't really take shape right now, and not just because she's dodging gunfire. nikita sure knows how to make a statement, and she's caught in the middle of that. why did she come here again? they're so gonna die. but then she looks at alex, and she can't die before they get their shot...right?

they're screwed.

they're even more screwed when she starts grappling for her phone because it's going off. ducked behind a car as if that provides adequate cover, and her phone starts ringing. she gives alex a panicked look, not sure how to explain. who the hell would be calling her? why didn't she turn the ringer off? because no one calls her.

she thinks about sending him to voicemail. he should know better than to do this, after all. she rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh as soon as she registers who is calling her, and she thinks she can get to it later. and then she remembers the time difference. her finger hovers over the red. the phone keeps ringing.

"hello?" she answers. he wouldn't call if it wasn't serious. aaaand....she's wrong. my savior. the nickname is still stupid, and she doesn't know what his obsession with -e sounds are, but she's rolling her eyes because of the apparent lack of awareness, not because of how ridiculous it is to call her a savior. though that's there, too, of course. "i'm hanging up now." he's laughing. she's in a gun battle, and he's laughing.

but something stops her. something keeps her frowning. he's drunk, she can tell, but it doesn't feel... it's different. she looks at alex. yes, she's busy. another gun goes off. she's very busy.

"it's birkhoff. something's wrong." she tells alex. before turning and wandering off deeper into the woods. a genius move on her part. the only thing that she can think to do. getting lost in russian woods sounds like the perfect way to die. "what's wrong with you?" it's blunt, like always, but tinged with fear. something is wrong, and not just because he's asking her to talk. he must have tried michael, bellamy, and nikita already. she was just stupid enough to pick up the phone. the last call. my savior. "if this is a joke, it's not funny. kinda dealing with something here." she can't calculate the time difference, but it's too early for him to be this drunk...she thinks.

another gunshot.

she walks faster. "how much have you had to drink?"

@lingeringscars: you're a coward.

when amanda suddenly finds something interesting enough to pump the brakes on your impromptu lobotomy, dread isn't up there in the top five emotions you should feel pounding against your ribs. he'd seen the look in her eye that exact moment she'd decided he'd outlived his usefulness, but he hadn't been able to stop bargaining either. "please, please, please, don't do this! please, i can help you, there are other black boxes you need me to decrypt! i'm the engineer!" but those, despite the many times harper has made the case his skillset is invaluable, could be replaced - and any value he'd had had been destroyed right along with his hand.

not that amanda had been ever really been that impressed to begin with (she had sonya. he saw her as they'd drug him in. the weird, strangely sharp pang of sympathy he'd felt at the fear in her eyes hurt nearly as much as the kick in the ribs that shortly followed). he was here because of nikita. his value was nikita. he wouldn't give up nikita (and harper, and bellamy, and michael, who could never be far enough away to escape division's reach.)

yet, she still seemed optimistic enough - or simply desperate enough - to slow down enough to give birkhoff the chance to retreat back into his most basic nature for warmth. "you used to be such a selfish creature. now you've mutated into something entirely different." desperate is not a word he'd often use to describe amanda, but there was something heated and urgent about the press of her knee into the side of his thigh as she'd leaned inward with the needle, using her own weight as leverage for force and proximity.

only amanda would wax poetic about torture as an art form. a science. a very, very exact science. "what is it about nikki, anyway?" she'd inquired as she'd pushed the needle in deeper, and he hadn't had the clarity of mind to do anything except beg her to stop, not even think about how weirdly violating the nickname felt rolling off her tongue. "why are you so taken with her?"

harper would find that validating, probably. a supervillain for the books poking at him being in love with nikki. she was so damn sure he was in love with nikki.

harper.

"i mean, you must know michael is first in line. she could never see you that way. unless... it's not her. unless... it's not her at all." all he'd managed was gasp of pain and surprise as the needle came to a halt inside him, duct tape wrinkling as he fought every naturally occurring instinct not to move as his body shook with little care for whatever common sense he could scrape together about do's and don't's for when a giant needle is approaching your brain, but amanda had apparently taken it as confirmation. "it isn't, is it? at least, not any more. it's the newbie. the recruit. harper."

she smiled at her name, as if the realization was as delicious as a t-bone steak. even more when birkhoff let out a terrified gasp of a whimper, heart battering so hard against his ribs it felt like it would give out. her hands pulled the probe back toward her with little regard for the moans and coughing that took place once she successfully removed it and turned it to the side, temporarily fascinated by something else entirely. her now free hands went to his shoulders almost as if she sought to comfort him, expression an uncomfortable picture of fond amusement. "oh, birkhoff. you can't be serious. you make it out into the great big world and have every opportunity to leave it all behind and you let yourself get infatuated with yet another woman who will never love you."

"i always knew you were a soft fool, but i underestimated you."

her hands slid down his arms slowly, pityingly, only tightening as he involuntarily jerked from her grip, much as he could with the abysmal amount of leeway. all it earned him was a painful cough as he rammed toward duct tape fastened across his neck to keep him in place, and apparently a god awful, "oh, sweetheart," that had the same impression as a truly terrible mixture of vodka and redbull: immediately revolting enough to know he absolutely never, ever wanted experience it more than once.

she, however, grinned like a kid in a candy store, delighted by the profanity that followed. "at least you and nikita found a camaraderie when she was here. but harper... she's only ever seen the worst of you. the foul-breathed, mean instructor breathing down her neck, the very man who wiped her away from existence. i mean, i personally find it disturbing you'd even consider it. you can't tell me there isn't something truly unnerving about that imbalance of power."

she didn't seem to mind rolling in the irony of that when he choked out a weak, "oh, shut up you bitch," and she'd responded with a painful slap across the face. "you have to know she'll only ever think of you as the coward who would do anything to preserve his own life. you can't really believe she'll ever see you as anyone other than the monster who put a kill chip in her head." the tears that had begun to flow only drew her in once more, her hand reaching toward his burning cheek as if to wipe the moisture but instead forcing his chin back toward her, making him wince as the tape pulled at his skin with the movement.

it tightened around his throat as she leaned in closer still, letting her elbow dig into his chest for a sickening: "i should have used it." the temporary menacing look faded into laughter as he thrashed with all his might, the restraint on his ankle just loose enough for him to ram the bone into the surrounding titanium cuff with a horrible clang. the holler of pain that resulted, unlike the bitter taste of redbull with the kick of gasoline, wasn't enough to keep him from trying it twice, as if it could somehow reach her. "stop the theatrics. we both know you're a coward through and through. you can cover it up in the name of love all you want, but you know that person is still in there."

"oh, get some new material," birkhoff groaned as she slowly pulled back, composure perfect as ever as she slid her hands down his arms, halting at the restraints. "i'll make you a deal. i don't want your little recruit. tell me where nikita is, and i'll let her go. you two can slip off to oblivion, and no one has to get hurt. now, she'll still despise you, but you'll prefer it to the alternative."

not even when the needle had sat deep in his nasal cavity had he felt that sharp sting of fear. "which is what." he didn't mean to ask, even with such venom. didn't mean to give her the satisfaction. and yet.

"i have my men bring her back to division, and i find a way to get that little chip of hers back online. then it all gets very simple after that."

though perhaps not as simple as provoking a reaction from birkhoff, a string of threats and screaming from a chest heaving up and down violently, "you bitch! i'll kill you. i'll kill you. you'll never find her. i'm not telling you anything, you might as well go ahead and stick that skewer back up in my head, 'cause it's the closest to her you're ever gonna get." amanda must have found it kind of pathetically simple and easy, too, because she let her hands cover his - almost as if to be reassuring - with a deceivingly gentle, "oh, seymour."

"don't worry. i'm not without mercy. we were family once, after all," which he'd gag at, if not for the general state of things, and nearly does anyway. "i won't make you watch." and then she lets her perfectly manicured finger nails claw into his hands with no further delay, digging in deeper at the blood-curdling scream that results from the further assault to his smashed hand.

and once again, he ceases to be of any interest. barely has time to register amanda pulling in the machine once more, not even when the cart it sits on rolls into his chair causing another painful jolt. he only half recognizes her knee returning, this time painfully sat on top of him, letting him bear the brunt of her weight as she shifts forward - mind consumed by the needle once again pushing, pushing, pushing into his sphenoid sinus without any further delay, just seconds from reaching his skull when a door opens, pulling her focus.

he doesn't realize until after that if nikita's bargaining call had come any later, he would've been a goner - that in some perverse way, harper had saved his life (maybe that should be surprising, but of course it isn't). had amanda not been so keen to discuss her, the birkhoff they would have found wouldn't have been very birkhoff at all. maybe he should feel worse about wasting that, about not letting the redbull and vodka incident teach him anything about vodka and pills, but mostly some desperate part of him that can't stop remembering amanda or the sensation of water burning his lungs is hoping she'll save him again.

"happy. my savior," he tries to tease when she answers the phone, but it sounds all wrong, almost like a gasp for air underwater, which he feels like he is, the way he can't catch his balance, keeps almost falling - made his hand start bleeding again actually falling and trying to catch himself out of instinct.

"can you. can you talk for a minute." he does an alarmingly convincing job of not sounding horribly desperate - almost sounds a little like he's laughing, which.. he is, a little, but only because he reached for the railing on the side of the stair case and saw his hand curl around it just for it to close in on a handful of air as he takes a step down, losing his balance and almost falling face first as he reaches for it again. he manages to catch it this time and almost drops the phone as he leans out over the railing. what do they say, don't look down? he chuckles a little as he looks down at the floor below, stomach twisting uncomfortably as he sluggishly registers the danger of a potential drop. "ooof." it's good advice. yeah. good advice.

he has the good sense to sink into a crouch, even one that makes his knee ache a little - or would, if he could feel it, or much of anything. as it is, he only barely feels the sting of his hand as the blood begins to dampen his poor excuse of a bandage. "you.. you. uh busy?"

of course she is, in enemy territory - but his head is too dizzy to think about that. he looks down and he sees amanda's hammer crushing his hand. he looks up and sees a flash of lightning through a sheen of dark, angry water. he tries to refocus on something else, anything else, and ends up looking at his shoes, sluggishly and clumsily pulling at the laces before trying to retie them.

bunny ears are a bitch to do one handed, though, and he just ends up with a mess to trip over later. at the sound of her voice, though, he manages to get a solid fix on the brightness her eyes take on when she's happy, the little wrinkle of concentration between her brows when she's focused or stubborn or both.

yeah, she saves him all the time.

[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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[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

[radioactivebutterfly]

so i have a bunch of characters i’m thinking about writing for, hopefully there’s interest for some of them

octavia blake (the 100)

harper mcintyre (the 100)

sigyn (separate mythology & god of war verses. maybe marvel too but not marvel comics’ version of sigyn)

maybe a god of war oc 

wanda maximoff (marvel)

claire redfield (resident evil)

lindsey rivers (resident evil oc)

[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.”

[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.

[lingeringscars]

@terrifyingstories

she's had close calls before, and many times she didn't think she'd ever make it back. but it's been a while since that fear sat on her chest, and it reminds her why she switched to medical in the first place. she didn't want to not come back home to him. okay, she switched to medical before they even officially got together, fine, but the logic remains. she switched to medical because she was tired.

if sean hadn't shown up, they would all be dead. the look in alex's eyes...she's never seen that before. from the look he gave her, bellamy hasn't either. the fear hasn't subsided yet, as they all walk into division. her eyes scan the room looking for one person in particular, willing him into existence. it's simultaneously like she can breathe and break the second her eyes find his, rushing for him and throwing her arms around him. she was scared.

she didn't know if she'd ever see him again, and all she wanted was to be back with him. now that she is, it goes so far beyond that. she allows herself the solace of his arms, breaking in front of everyone for a moment as she buries her face in his neck. when she's done breathing him in, knowing that she's safe, she presses her forehead to his "i need to talk to you. not here." she can't go further into detail, but this isn't for division eyes. she needs to talk to him. as her boyfriend. as her partner. as the person she trusts most in the world. about alex and what just went down. because she's still scared.

[lingeringscars]

she can feel his eyes on her, burning into her. she knows him too well to think they're full of the hatred she deserves; she knows him too well to know that they're likely soft in that way that makes her stomach do backflips. she can't look at him. she doesn't deserve that. the pit in her stomach should stay exactly where it is, and as long as she doesn't look, she can pretend that there is hatred burning behind his eyes.

her hands curl in against themselves as she makes a concerted effort to keep her focus away from him, but she fails like she has this entire time. it'd be easier if he was cursing her out right now. it'd be easier if she couldn't feel what she has known for so long: he'll sit and wait for her to speak. he'll give her all the time in the world when she deserves less than a millisecond of his thoughts, and definitely none giving her space or kindness.

she'll be apologizing for this the rest of her life, she thinks.

she'll be apologizing for a lot of things.

she wants to argue, fight back against the idea that she is somehow different from everyone else in any way that didn't indicate that she was the failure. in the end, she couldn't take the pressure. she was the weakest link, she was the coward. she couldn't shape up and deal.

she doesn't have the energy to argue any more.

she rubs at her eyes instead. she forces the tears back in because no, she wasn't okay. no, she isn't okay. no, she doesn't think she'll ever be okay again. she can't cry in front of him, though, because everything he's already doing would become ten times worse. he'd drop everything to comfort her if she started crying.

no. she doesn't get that. even if all she wants is to be in his arms.

"endless." she repeats, finally looking over to him. it wasn't endless like this and it was. how dare she accuse him of wishing he could return to division after this, when there was a part of her that was missing it. her eyes are hollow, a shell of what they were even then. there's nothing inside. "every time we thought....that was it. this is the end. or...we were happy...or safe...." something bad always happened. "you blew up the beach house." not theirs, not home. she doesn't have one of those anymore.

"it'll never be over." the monotony in her voice would take her aback if she had any energy left to give. the thought of pulling her legs up to rest her head against them saps too much, and so she sits. waiting. waiting for his explanation, waiting to rot, waiting for his knee against hers to be enough to knock her over (but it does, in its own way).

she thinks it'd be easy. His knee touches her again and all it would take is her to swing one leg over and she'd be in his lap. Just one leg and she'd be right there. Easy. But she doesn't get to have those thoughts anymore Ever.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" his words finally register, along with the guilt within them. what the hell does he have to be guilty for? not realizing that she was falling apart? news flash, no one did, including her. also, not his responsibility. "you've been spending too much time with bellamy." she snorts. it seems like something he'd find a way to blame himself for. "there was nothing you could have done." except, you know, not care about his money more than her. "it was absolutely my fault." and honestly, how dare he try to make that his. "it was all my fault." he only got the money because of her, he only went back there because of her, he only lost it all because of her, he got arrested because of her, he was going to die because of her, and she almost killed him herself. that's enough for the tears to start falling, unable to keep them in any longer. "i didn't know." how could he? he knows her better than anyone, but even he can't read her mind when she's walled it off to herself.

it's enough for her to talk, though. taking a breath to try to reel back her tears, she explains.

"we went back to the place you grew up, and...it's also the first place you left. It reminded me that...you could do that again. At any point, you could leave. Your entire life has been about your survival and...if you thought we wanted nothing to do with you...if you thought we'd leave you....I thought you'd leave first. That's what I thought happened. I never....God I never thought you wanted to go back to prison but....you worked for percy before and he had your money and if it was the only way you survived and got your money? Yeah. I could see that. You know what to expect from him, it hurts less when he's evil. It was....stupid and selfish and cruel but I thought....he's gonna leave me anyway so what's the point in sticking around. And if you were going to leave...it'd hurt a lot less if I gave you an actual reason to instead of just...not being enough. And I didn't feel like enough."

she wipes at her eyes. "And....deep down....I knew nikita was right. I knew you'd get tortured before you turned on us. I knew percy wouldn't just hand over your money. But I really didn't think you made that mistake." a pathetic laugh escapes her lips. "So I didn't...know what else it could be. I wasn't really thinking. I needed the win, and when we lost....when I almost lost you repeatedly...I just couldn't do it anymore, birkie." She doesn't get to call him that anymore. It comes out effortlessly. "i couldn't do it. i couldn't ask any questions because i didn't want to know the answers." that he could and would leave her, too. "i am alone in this."

it's interesting, how still it all gets when he looks at her. the fear is there. it hasn't gone away. the images are burned into his mind with an intensity he's unlikely to forget; the utter hatred and disgust in her eyes when she'd looked at him, the rage, the shattered fragments of glass embedded in his skin. how every single atom in his body went cold when he had watched her walk away.

it all haunted him every day they were apart, and lingered in his fingers as they ached to and feared touching her with equal measure. it had ached in the knee unsure of when the warmth felt at the slightest touch of her skin would go cold, too. but the world is still as birkhoff watches her find her way through her thoughts, nothing more urgent than allowing her whatever time she needs to do that, even if they spend the rest of the night in exactly this spot, fumbling through. the anxiety has faded, any reservations he'd had dimmed.

this, surprisingly, has always been easy for birkhoff. patience, however finite a resource for him, is unlimited where harper is concerned, so seamless he doesn't even realize anything is happening. setting aside what had transpired between them and focusing on the present nature of harper's suffering is nearly as easy as breathing. and it had seemed very, incredibly easy for harper, who was always effortlessly caring for him, until it hadn't.

until nothing had seemed easy for harper at all.

how did he not notice that? how did he not know?

"this was different." he won't discount what all of them have been through - none of them have had an easy road, and every individual and collective beating each of them had taken had come for them all that day, he thinks. nikki more desperate than ever to stop division and percy at any cost, harper right along with her - and himself, so worn down and defeated by battle after battle that the possibility of winning seemed so small next to what felt like the inevitability of losing, so impossible he hadn't even wanted to try.

for all his personal growth, all of that increased willingness to pour and pour his energy and resources into putting an end to division without a moment's hesitation, he had reached a breaking point. when it came down to it, birkhoff was not nikita, nor harper. through and through, he was a coward - unwilling to risk their only means of securing any semblance of safety to take down the big bad monster, even knowing all too well that each day that monster survived was another day bodies upon bodies piled up in its wake. ultimately, he was exactly the coward that harper had despised, prioritizing the safety of his own skin over the lives of other people.

(but harper, bellamy, nikita, michael, alex, and ryan were his people. whatever narrative his self-loathing has written up in her absence, make no mistake whose safety he was not willing to compromise on, because it wasn't just his.)

perhaps even prioritizing the fear of losing his only invaluable, bullet proof (ouch, birkhoff) way of providing for them over the possibility of stopping division. yeah, he's at no loss for why she'd been disgusted with him. had anyone else's selfishness and insecurity ever racked up such a body count? "you weren't okay. all this.. it was..."

"one thing after another." agreeing with her. exactly. "endless." he doesn't blame her for being tired. there's no part of him that doesn't have complete empathy and compassion for that, because, fuck. if this life of theirs knows how to do anything, it's take and take until there's nothing left. he's been there. he's been there a few times. he lost parts of himself. parts he never thought he'd get back.

until a little miracle named harper mcyintire walked into his life and made him feel whole again. god, she'd hate that. it's still true.

how do you apologize for not realizing the person who made you feel whole was breaking into pieces?

he starts small. small is a good pace for them. a small conversation that makes her forget she despises him, a small joke that makes him remember how to laugh. small little baby steps to heal a fractured and damaged past and a world of righteous mistrust. that was how it had happened in the beginning, right? "what am i getting at?" a gentle humor in his tone, a small, gentle expansion of his knee into hers, no longer curled in so tightly to avoid intruding into her space, "you, my friend, are looking awfully cozy over there with all of that weight on your shoulders."

he touches her hand. harper has never been small to him. "and it wasn't your fault. you weren't okay. i should have noticed. i shoulda' known. you shouldn't have been alone in this."

[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.      ”

[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

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xBnK5Yi

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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[pagsys-writings]

72. Prosecute

(v. to follow to the end; pursue until finished)

“It’s done,” Monty whispers as he places the last of his friends in cryosleep. He feels Harper intertwine their fingers and smiles sadly. "Are you sure about this?” he asks as he turns toward her.

Her smile is equally sad and Monty understands it well. They’re letting their friends go to live for themselves. “I am if you are. I’m tired of fighting all the time. I just want to be with you.”

His throat tightens and there’s a familiar burning behind his eyes. “I love you, Harper,” he whispers. Lifting their joined hands, Monty presses his lips to the back of her hand. “You’re all I want.” Harper’s eyes brighten and it’s enough to tell Monty that they’ll be okay.