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RULES | 1.11: THE CALM

summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn ), raven reyes x fem!oc

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, more jealous!bellamy, hints of wells x raven, fade to black sex scene

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t had been almost a week since the bomb destroyed the bridge and there was still no sign of the grounders coming. Everyone knew that it was too good to be true, that the bomb only made the declaration of war more obvious. That was why Bellamy insisted he and Miller taught more delinquents how to use guns.

The grounders were coming, and they needed to be ready when they did.

For Gabriella this week has been nothing but stressful. She was either ordering stuff along camp or keeping watch and when she was not doing that she could not sleep. She tried to pretend it did not have anything to do with the inability to sleep inside of a tent with her cot right next to Murphy's - who kept ignoring her for a reason she was yet to figure out.

The cold shoulder he was giving her confused the shit out of her. When he came back, they had their sweet reunion followed by her constantly defending him against Bellamy, but after that...nothing.

He would come to the tent before her and pretend to be asleep when she got there (which he was not as subtle about as he thought he was( and he would not be there when she woke up most of the time.

Gabriella tried to talk to him, of course, but he did not budge. Maybe it had something to do with the huge amount of guilt she saw almost every time she looked at him, but she did not know what he was supposed to feel guilty about.

"First watch is over. Go relieve Monroe on the south wall. Keep your eyes open."

The Kane tore her eyes from the forest she was looking at when she was spacing out and turned around to see Bellamy giving a delinquent named Sterling a gun and dismissing him. When Sterling walked away, Bellamy flickered his eyes up and to where Gabriella was standing. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face and he swiftly made his way by her side, he looked in the same direction she was looking at before.

"Anything?" He asked curiously, his eyes flickering to the gun visible in the waistband of her pants momentarily before they connected with her blue eyes again.

"No sign of grounders." Gabriella huffed, "It's been a week. Clarke thinks the bomb on the bridge scared them off for good."

"And what do you think?" The male leader asked with a raised eyebrow.

Gabriella sighed, "They are either planning something big or they're coming soon, a lot of them."

Bellamy stared at the side of her face before tugging at her elbow as a signal to follow him further into camp.

"Jasper thinks he can cook up some more gunpowder if he gets some sulfur and Raven says she can turn that into landmines." Bellamy said before a teasing smirk appeared on his face as he looked at her from head to toe. "So be careful where you step, Bambi."

"Hilarious." Gabriella muttered in a deadpan tone and watched her co-leader spin around a tree with a wide grin on his face.

Originally, Gabriella was helping Raven and Jasper make bullets but once she and Raven had the conversation about Finn dumping her because he was in love with Clarke, she decided it was better to get out of her way and focus on leading the camp. Because if she knows anything about Raven, it was that it was not good to be around her when she was pissed.

"What I really need is a thousand more of her tin can bombs so I can roll into their village and blow those grounders to hell."

"Poetic." The blonde said, giving Bellamy an annoyed side glance.

"That's what they want to do to us." He quickly defended himself.

"Yeah, well we can't exactly do that." Gabriella tried to reason, "They have kids in there, Bellamy. We only attack them if they attack us first."

Bellamy sighed, staring at her thoughtfully before huffing and changing the subject, "Any word from The Ark?"

"Radio silence. Raven and I tried to connect our radio here with them again but no one's answering...it's like something's blocking us from them."

"Finally ran out of air." Bellamy muttered, mostly to himself but Gabriella still heard him and flinched at the thought of the people up there dying because there was no oxygen left.

Gabriella pushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Well, Kane was lucky. Dying in the exodus ship crash seems a hell of a lot quicker than Sinclair is going to die when they run out of oxygen."

"Well, that means no one's coming down to save us, Gabi. We have to survive whatever's coming on our own." Bellamy told her, his expression entirely serious.

"We have been doing that since we landed." She sighed heavily, "What's a little more work, huh?"

"Fire!"

Gabriella rushed out of the supply tent she was sharpening weapons in at the sound of a commotion and at the smell of smoke. Her eyes widened at the sight of the smokehouse on fire, her worry only growing once she saw that Murphy was carrying Octavia out of it.

Bellamy rushed past Gabriella and to his sister's aid, scrunching down in front of her with concern written all over his face "Are you okay?"

Octavia coughed, trying to catch her breath but managed a small nod. Gabriella squeezed the younger girl's shoulder and turned around to see if Murphy was okay, "Are you hu-"

He cut her question off by running up to Del with a murderous look on his face. "This is all your fault." He growled, gripping Del's jacket "We told you it was too much wood!"

"Get the hell away from me."

Murphy ignored him and punched him in the face. Gabriella's eyes widened and she was about to stop the fight when Bellamy beat her to it by stepping between the two delinquents.

"Hey, stop!" He ordered, putting a hand on each of the boy's chest, "Save it for the grounders."

"Well, now what the hell are we gonna do? That was all our food!" Octavia said, her question directed towards all three leaders but her eyes mainly set on her big brother.

Gabriella shared a look with Bellamy and Clarke before turning to a few delinquents who were watching them. She nodded towards the fire. "You four, get some water and stop the fire. Then we'll see what we're gonna do."

When the fire was out, Gabriella, Wells, and Clarke slowly approached Bellamy who was staring intently at the burned down smoke-house.

"Any idea what happened?" Clarke asked, looking down at Bellamy.

"Murphy says that Del kept feeding the fire, mostly because Octavia told him it was a bad idea." Bellamy explained, anger and annoyance dripping from his tone obvious.

Wells crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head, "And you trust Murphy?"

"I do, yeah." Gabriella's eyebrows rose at his words and Bellamy was quick to notice her surprise. He locked eyes with her and added. "Well you trust him, and I trust you."

"Now we're getting somewhere." Gabriella chuckled, giving her co-leader a thankful smile. He smiled back and looked down at the ground, tapping his foot nervously.

"We have some wild onions and nuts in the dropship." Wells stated, rubbing his chin in frustration.

"And that's only enough to last us maybe one or two weeks." Clarke added.

Gabriella looked over at the burning remains of the small building before looking back at Bellamy. "Anything good left here?"

"Nothing." He sighed, "It all burned."

"Then we have to hunt." Clarke decided, "Anyone we can spare goes out."

"Yeah because that sounds like a fantastic idea." Gabriella scoffed and put her hand on Clarke's forearm to stop her from walking away. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

"With the whole grounder army out there?" Bellamy asked in agreement.

Clarke sighed with a frown on her face. "Look, we can't defend ourselves if we're starving."

Gabriella pursed her lips, turning to look at Bellamy to see his opinion, only to find his gaze already on her. Her shoulders fell in defeat. "I guess we're going hunting."

Hunting parties got almost too rare since the sickness took over the camp. Some of their best shooters and trackers ended up getting sick and then dying and most teenagers were too scared to go into the woods while there were grounders running around and trying to kill as many of them as possible. Gabriella could not blame them which was why nobody was forcing them to go outside the camp walls too often. But before, they had plenty of meat from previous hunts. Now they had no choice.

"Each group takes someone with a gun, and they're for killing grounders, not food. We don't have the ammo. Use the spears for hunting. Get what you can. Be back by nightfall. No one stays out after dark."

Gabriella nodded to herself after Bellamy stopped giving instructions and turned around to stop Wells from approaching Clarke. "You are not going."

"What?" He asked, taken aback by the command.

"As much as I would love for you and Clarke to get closer on the hunting trip, you have to help Raven and Jasper with the gunpowder." Gabriella told him, "And as much as I hate to admit it, you are smart and right next to me at the top of our Chemistry class which means that they could use the help."

Wells let out a huff of defeat before giving her a hesitant nod. "Fine. I'll stay."

The blonde nodded in satisfaction and watched him take one more look at Clarke, who was leaving with Finn and Myles before he brushed past them and out of the dropship.

"Hey, Ella?"

Gabriella turned around to see a much taller dark-haired guy with a spear in his hand. He looked at her with a somehow nervous look on his face and asked awkwardly, "I'm Philip. I was wondering if you had a partner...if you don't, would you mind going with me? I'm a good tracker and I could--"

"Hey, Bambi. Are you ready to go?"

Gabriella's eyebrows furrowed and she turned around to see Bellamy looking between her and Philip with an authoritative look that matched the tone of his voice. The mere sight of him made Philip wish that the ground would swallow him whole.

"What?" She asked in confusion, making him roll his eyes dramatically.

"You're my partner. I'm carrying the gun, you're carrying the ax. Let's go."

"I was actually gonna go with Philip." Gabriella snapped, annoyed he was trying to tell her what to do.

"Okay, he can come too." Bellamy rolled his eyes again, "Now let's go."

Philip looked down at Gabriella sheepishly before nodding at the leaders and following them outside of the camp walls.

Three hours later - a little bit after dawn - when Gabriella, Bellamy, and Philip came back from the most awkward hunting trip ever (that contained Gabriella and Bellamy bickering and Philip awkwardly pretending that they were not actually flirting), Gabriella directed the two boys to take the panther they caught to a new tent for rations.

After making sure they had everything in control, she made her way toward her tent to leave the unused bullets there. When she entered the tent, she came face-to-face with the sight of Raven sitting on her cot with her face in the palms of her hand.

"Everything okay?" Gabriella asked, emptying Bellamy's rifle and putting the bullets down on the makeshift table.

"I did something stupid..." The mechanic trailed off, her face scrunched up into a grimace.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad." Gabriella shrugged, leaning on the table. She was the second smartest person that she knew, there was no way she could-

"I tried to sleep with Wells." Raven blurted out, looking up at the engineer nervously.

Oh.

Gabriella's eyes immediately widened and she stuttered, "Hold on, what?"

"He said some things earlier and I misread the meaning and thought that maybe he was into me, but of course, he's into Clarke. Because everyone just has to have a thing for Clarke."

"Rae..." Gabriella trailed off sympathetically.

"I mean it's not like I have feelings for Wells. I just needed a rebound, something to take my mind off of the whole Finn situation." Raven admitted and Gabriella could not help but jokingly suggest.

"You can always sleep with me."

When Raven did not laugh at her joke, Gabriella looked down to see her looking at her with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Well..." Raven said hesitantly, "It would be a lie to say I haven't thought about it once or twice. We're both fairly attractive and it doesn't have to mean anything."

"So a one-night stand?" Gabriella asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If you're up for it." Raven quickly said, not wanting to push the closest friend she had to do something she didn't want to do.

Gabriella stepped away from the table and closer to the brunette, "I don't have a problem with it..."

Raven was quick to take her shoes and jacket, then stand up so she was face to face with the blonde, "I've never been with a girl before." She admitted and Gabriella nodded at her words, cupping the side of her face with her hand and leaning in to mutter against her lips.

"Well there's a first time for everything."

It was not that she regrets sleeping with Raven. She was most certainly the most attractive girl she had ever seen, with her long dark hair and stunning doe eyes. And she most definitely knew what she was doing even though she had never been with a girl before.

Something inside Gabriella felt at ease after the hook-up - probably her sexual appetite. She has not had a one-night stand since before she got arrested because everyone (except Bellamy, obviously) definitely had more important stuff to worry about down here. But a big part of Gabriella knows she only did that because Murphy had been ignoring her most of the time he was back, for a reason unknown to her.

"Did it help?" Gabriella asked the mechanic, staring at her sweaty naked back and watching as she swiftly pulled her close on.

"No." Raven said truthfully, "What about you?"

"No." The blonde sighed, laying her hand back and running a hand over her face as her mind immediately flashed back to John Murphy.

Raven pulled her hair in a high ponytail and watched as Gabriella got dressed slowly. She quickly pulled her eyes away from the naked fair skin of the blonde's legs when someone came barging into the tent.

Both girls' eyes widened at the sight of Wells, who looked between them in surprise, stuttering to find what to say.

"What is it, Charming?" Gabriella asked and nonchalantly pulled on her shoes.

"Clarke and Finn aren't back yet." He blurted out, his body shaking in anticipation.

While Gabriella's eyes widened in understanding Raven just rolled her eyes, "Who cares? They are probably at that bunker or something again."

"Myles was with them." Gabriella sighed, quickly pulling on her denim jacket and following Wells out of the tent, with Raven hot on her heels and fresh panic in her chest.

The two girls quickly followed Wells to the supply tent where the Blake siblings and Monty were already waiting.

"What are you waiting for?" Gabriella asked, picking up a rifle, "They have been out there for almost five hours, let's go."

Bellamy took notice of his co-leader's messy hair and Raven's flushed face but decided to brush it off and grab his gun instead "She's right. Grab a weapon and move out. Raven and Octavia you're going together. Wells and Monty, too." He then turned to Gabriella, "Gabi, you're with me."

"I thought you said you were going west. Where the hell are you?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the sound of Wells' annoyed voice through the radio. She could almost hear Bellamy rolling his eyes behind her when he put the radio to his mouth and ordered. "Just keep the moon on your left, and you'll find us."

There was more noise heard from the radio and Gabriella instantly rolled her eyes, thinking it was Wells again but relaxed at the sound of Monty's shaky voice "Is anyone else hearing this signal?"

"Just keep your eyes open." Came Raven's voice.

"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹."

"Damn it, Monty, pay attention." Bellamy said in irritation, making Gabriella stop walking and turn around to glare at him.

"Stop being an asshole and give me the radio." Bellamy glared back at her but did not hesitate to hand her the radio. The blonde put the radio close to her mouth and asked, "Do you see anything?" When she got nothing but the sound of static as a response, she spoke again. "Monty? Wells?"

"There is someone in the bushes." Raven said warily.

Bellamy and Gabriella shared a look in the dark before rushing to where Raven and Octavia were supposed to be at that moment. They did not expect to find Wells leaning over Myles' half-conscious body. He had an arrow in his right shoulder and another in his left thigh, an obvious result of a grounder ambush.

"Where are they?" Raven asked instantly, "Clarke and Finn, where are they?"

"Grounders took them." The boy said weakly, wincing in pain.

"Take it easy." Bellamy soothed, "We have to get him back to camp."

"Bell, what about Clarke and Finn?" Octavia asked, looking at her brother.

Raven frowned and got up, trying to keep the tears back. Bellamy looked between Gabriella, Raven, and Wells apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"We can't just leave them here." Wells said, in disbelief that they would even be considering that.

"I second that." Gabriella chimed in before remembering someone was missing and turning to glare up at Wells. "Wait, where the hell is Monty?"

"I don't know." Wells answered truthfully, "One second he was there and when I turned around, he wasn't."

"So you just left him there?" Gabriella asked, raising her voice slightly, ignoring Bellamy's hand on her back that was supposed to calm her down but unsurprisingly only made her more annoyed.

Gabriella Kane met Monty at engineer training when she was fourteen, they were the two youngest trainees so it was natural for Sinclair to put them together. They got along well and talked a lot, whether it was in the hallways before class or around work

Before Gabriella got sent to work with Kyle Wick at Raven's workshop (the shop the trio learned to share after the few months they worked together before Gabriella's arrest) because of her 'surprisingly good progress' the two expected to drift apart and not really talk much again.

After Gabriella and Monty got paired up in history with Jasper and Murphy they started to hang out as a group a lot more often, whenever they had free time. It did not matter whether they were getting high (which was a plus side of being good friends with Jasper and Monty) or doing something class-related. They were together most of the time.

It was no secret Gabriella felt extremely protective of all three boys, specifically Monty and Jasper who were too nice to stick up for themselves. Everyone in the skybox knew it and didn't even want to try to mess with them after what happened to Mbege when he insulted Jasper by mentioning his home situation.

So no, judging by how close they are, you could really say Gabriella definitely was not that pleased with Monty going missing too.

"He wasn't there. I didn't leave him." Wells defended himself, only irritating the blonde more.

"We need to make a stretcher." Raven said calmly and grabbed Gabriella's hand in an attempt to keep her from tearing off Wells' head.

Gabriella just scoffed and brushed past them to jog back to camp. She certainly did not give a flying fuck if Finn died or not. She did not need Finn. She needed Clarke and Monty alive. She needed to know they were safe so she could function normally. She could not bear to lose anyone else.

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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hd-junglebook · 2 months

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Part 2

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The five of you stood at the side of the cliff, your hearts pounding with anticipation as Finn gripped the rope tightly in his hand, ready to swing across the gap. Finn prepared to make his leap, Jasper piped up, his voice filled with determination. "Wait, guys. Let me do it. I've got this."

There was a moment of stunned silence as his words sunk in. Clarke glanced at him, concern etched across her features. "Jasper, are you sure? It's a long way across." But Jasper was already stepping forward, a defiant gleam in his eyes. "Clarke. Trust me, I can do this."

The rest of you exchanged uncertain glances, but Finn nodded in agreement. "Let him try. We don't have much time."

With a collective cheer, you urged Jasper on as he gripped the rope and launched himself into the air. For a moment, he sailed across the gap with grace, his movements fluid and confident. As Jasper neared the other side, a spear soared through the air straight into his chest, sending him careening off course.

With a sickening thud, he collided with the rock behind him, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

"Jasper!" Clarke cried out in horror, rushing forward to help him. The rest of you watched in shock, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were not alone in these woods.

Finn took charge, his voice urgent as he scanned the surrounding area. "We need to move. Now. Whatever hit Jasper could still be out there."

You stood in stunned silence by yourself, gears turning in your head at the lack of choices you seemed to have in this moment. Clarkes voice waking you back up from your daze. You crouch down out of sight of whatever was out there.

The woods seemed darker and more foreboding now, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending shivers down your spine. You looked back at Jaspers figure once more pinned to the rock, catching sight of Monty out in the open.

"Well, this is just fantastic. I always wanted to be stuck in a survival situation with a bunch of amateurs." You whisper to yourself, scanning the woods around you before lunging towards Monty, dragging him by his ear back to the group.

"We are so screwed," Octavia insisted, her eyes darting from tree to tree as if searching for any sign of their missing friend.

Out of nowhere, Jasper's chilling scream pierced through the stillness of the forest, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your blood to run cold. Panic surged through you, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Clarke, Jasper. He's alive," you gasped out, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and dread.

But Clarke was already moving, her determination unwavering as she raced ahead, heedless of Finn's warning. "Clarke, wait. Wait! Wait," Finn called out desperately, but she didn't stop.

Monty's voice trembled with fear as he scanned the surrounding trees, removing himself from you side to stand at the cliffs edge once more. "No. Where is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide with horror.

"They took him," Clarke replied, her tone heavy with sorrow and rage. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, feeling paralyzed as you crouched in the depths of the forest, knowing that Jasper was now in the hands of whatever lurked in the woods.

---

The four of you sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the branches seemed to claw at your skin, leaving scratches in their wake. You reached out, grabbing Octavia's arm with clammy hands, pulling her along with you as you dodged and weaved through the obstacles in your path.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Monty and Clarke lagging behind, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, guys! We're almost there!" you shouted back, urging them to pick up the pace. The forest around you seemed to darken, the sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead seems to diminish with each passing step.

light struggled to penetrate the thick trees behind you, casting long shadows that stretch across the forest floor like fingers reaching out to pull you deeper into the gloom with every step you took towards the safety of the camp.

The distant flicker of the campfire beckoned through the thick brush, you could almost feel the warmth of the flames against your skin, driving you forward despite the burning ache in your legs. Each step was a struggle, your muscles screaming in protest from the relentless exertion of running from Mount Weather.

You pushed Octavia forward through the trees, finally reaching the group, you were met with a scene that sent a chill down your spine. Murphy and Wells were engaged in a vicious knife fight, their faces contorted with anger and desperation.

Clarke stepped in front of you, her voice sharp with urgency. "Wells! Let him go!" she yelled, pushing herself through the crowd to intervene.

“Alright enough you two!” Bellamy growled as he pushed Murphy away from Wells. Meeting Clarkes angry glare before Octavia caught his attention.

He moved with determined strides, parting the sea of bodies like a ship cutting through choppy waters., his expression darkening with concern and anger. "Octavia, are you all right?" he demanded, his piercing gaze locked onto you, unwavering and intense. "You let her get hurt out there? Where's the food you were so spent on getting?”

You bristled at his accusatory tone, your sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh, sorry, Bellamy, I was too busy dodging spears and saving Octavia to remember to pack you a picnic basket," you shot back, your frustration boiling over. "But you seem to have everything under control, as usual."

Bellamy's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening even further as he took a step closer to you. "Don't play games with me, y/n," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Finn stumbled forward, gasping for breath. "We... we didn't make it to Mount Weather," he managed to get out between labored breaths.

Clarke stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We were attacked," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group of delinquents. "They were waiting for us, lying in ambush."Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the woods beyond their camp. The group exchanged worried glances.

Clarke's gaze softened as she addressed her friends, her voice sincere. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong," she continued, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will," Finn admitted, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation.

Wells limped towards the group, grimacing in pain as his voice broke through the tension, his concern evident as he inquired about Jasper's whereabouts. "Where's the kid with the goggles?" he asked, his gaze darting around the group anxiously.

Clarke stepped forward, her expression grim as she delivered the devastating news. "Jasper was hit. They took him," she revealed anxiously. "Where is your wristband?" she demanded, turning her attention back to Wells, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Wells hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice heavy with regret. "Ask him," he replied, gesturing towards Murphy with a solemn expression.

Clarke's frustration was obvious as she processed the information. "How many?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she awaited Murphy's response.

Murphy's reply was chilling in its simplicity. "Twenty-four and counting," he admitted, his tone sinister as he confirmed the number.

Clarke's frustration boiled over, her words laced with anger. "You idiots," she spat, her voice filled with bitter disappointment. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here," she scolded, her words a reminder of the harsh reality they faced.

"Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good," Bellamy shouted, rallying the crowd with his impassioned words. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner," he declared, his tone defiant as he challenged Clarke's authority as he faced her.

"I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!" His words resonated with the crowd, drawing them back to his side as they echoed their agreement.

You shook your head in disappointment at the shortsightedness of it all, the frustration evident in your expression as you watched the crowd rally behind Bellamy's reckless rhetoric.

Monty pulled you and Clarke towards him, his faced scrunched in discomfort. "What do we do now?" he asked, his eyes darting between Clarke and Bellamy as he sought your guidance.

Clarke's response was firm and resolute, her gaze unwavering as she addressed him. "Now we go after Jasper," she declared.

---

You and Clarke worked quickly to patch up Wells, the urgency of the situation lending speed to your movements as you devised a plan to rescue Jasper. Clarke and Finn's heated exchange filled the air behind you, their voices clashing in disagreement.

Finn remained steadfast in his belief that venturing back into the woods would only lead to disaster. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet," he argued back.

Clarke's frustration bubbled to the surface as she refused to entertain the idea of leaving Jasper behind. "So what, we let Jasper die? That's not gonna happen, Spacewalker." she retorted, every word seasoned with accusation.

Finn stood his ground, his expression desperate as he countered Clarke's resolve. "It's not an adventure, Clarke, it's a suicide mission," he countered.

"Clarke, we could use Bellamy," you suggested, your voice tinged with reluctance. "He has a weapon. As annoying as he is, we need all the help we can get."

Walking over to Octavia, you handed her a bottle of water, offering her a small smile of reassurance before looking over her leg once more. Clarke approached Bellamy then, her voice commanding as she addressed him. "I hear you have a gun.” Bellamy reply came without hesitation, lifting his shirt slightly to reveal the weapon strapped to his waist.

As he did, you couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his abdomen, the muscles taut and well-defined. Caught momentarily in the act of admiring, you quickly averted your gaze, but not before Bellamy's eyes flicked up, catching you in the act.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed your fleeting glance. "Like what you see?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist a sarcastic retort. "Please, Bellamy, don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering if that thing is even loaded," you shot back, your tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Clarke nodded in agreement. “That’s good. Follow me," she instructed, her words leaving no room for argument.

You fell into step beside her, Bellamy shot you both a questioning look, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And why would I do that?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. The two you halting in your walking.

You couldn't resist the urge to challenge him back, his self-righteous attitude grating your nerves for the second time today, "Oh, I don't know, Bellamy. Maybe because you're not as brave as you like to pretend," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy's expression hardened, and he stepped closer to you, mirroring your stance, his gaze intense. For a moment, you almost step back at his closeness, but you refused to back down. "Careful, sweetheart. You don't want to find out just how wrong you are," he warned.

You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. "Try me," you mocked, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked away with Clarke, leaving Bellamy behind. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze boring into your back as you moved further away. A silent challenge lingering in the air.

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Your focus, alongside Clarke's, remained on locating Jasper, the urgency tangible in every stride as the group trudged through the dense undergrowth. Bellamy's voice, sharp and cutting, sliced through the otherwise oppressive silence.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart." His words halted the group in their tracks, prompting a momentary pause in the relentless pursuit. Wells attempted to interject, his voice a soft plea for reason, "We have to find him, Bellamy,” but Murphy's abrupt intrusion blocked his path.

"We heard him scream when they moved him. We have to find him now." You voiced, restraining yourself from punching Bellamy in the face.

The exchange between you and Clarke, a tense back-and-forth of explanations and rebuttals, seemed destined to continue until Bellamy interrupted, his tone brusque and impatient. "As soon as you take those wristbands off, we can go."

“Over my dead body, Blake,” you huffed, finding his insistence infuriating. Bellamy was quick to put on a self-satisfied expression at your remark. Suddenly, Finn materialized out of the shadows, his unexpected presence bringing an abrupt halt to the argument.

"Clarke's right. We need to keep moving. We're not leaving anyone behind."

Clarke spared you one last glance, mouthing a simple ‘sorry’ before walking away with Finn taking the lead of the group. Once they dispersed, you found yourself beside Wells, Bellamy, and Murphy not far behind. Seeking solace in conversation, you struck up a dialogue with him, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy. Every step felt heavy, the worry for Jasper gnawing at your insides.

The sound of a low groan reverberated through the trees, causing both you and Clarke to snap into action. Without a second thought, you both bolted towards the source of the noise. pushing through tangled foliage and dodging gnarled roots. You finally stumbled upon Jasper, his figure slumped against a rock.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, “Jasper!” you screamed, looking over his battered and bloodied form. Jasper's wounds were covered, a makeshift bandage hastily applied by unknown hands. Jasper groaned aloud once more, relief flooded through you at the realization that he was alive.

Before you could reach him, the ground beneath your feet gave way, the earth crumbling beneath you in a sudden collapse. Clarke's scream pierced the air as she watched you disappear into the darkness below.

She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear, before collapsing to the ground herself. The rest of the group rushed to her side, their shouts of concern blending with the chaos of the moment.

In the midst of the commotion, Bellamy's strong grip closed around your arm, your heart leaped into your throat, you locked eyes with Bellamy just as you were about to plummet into the unknown depths below.

For a fleeting moment, there was something indecipherable in his expression, a hint of uncertainty perhaps, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Before you could dwell on it further, you realized his attention was drawn to the wristband on your arm, and Bellamy's gaze flickered down to it for just a moment. Anger flared within you at the implication, and you snapped, "Let go, Bellamy!"

He hesitated, his grip on your arm tightening as if contemplating his next move. Panic overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of the pit, "I know you want to let go, Bellamy. Just do it already!" you snapped.

Bellamy's expression remained inscrutable, his gaze flickering briefly to your wristband before meeting yours again. Then, as if coming to a decision, he released you, allowing you to slip further into the spiked pit below.

Just as you were about to plummet into the abyss, Murphy's strong hand closed around your arm. The rest of the group rushed to your aid, their shouts of concern mingling with the chaos of the moment as they worked together to pull you back to safety.

With a collective effort, they hoisted you up from the brink, your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed onto solid ground once more. Relief washed over you in a dizzying wave, but as you shot a glare at Bellamy, his gaze still lingering on you with an intensity you couldn't quite decipher.

---

Murphy and Finn rushed forward to help Jasper, you stayed back, still trying to steady your breathing after the near fall. The others scrambled to their feet, scanning the forest for any signs of danger. your eyes landed on Bellamy's gun lying on the ground nearby.

Before you could think twice, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. Your gaze shot back to the source of the sound just in time to see a sleek panther emerge from the brush, its predatory eyes fixed on Bellamy.

“Bellamy!” Clarke shouted. “Get the gun now!”

Bellamy reached in his waistband, feeling around for his gun coming up short. A look of confusion passed over his face as the panther crept closer to him. For a split second, you hesitated, your anger and resentment towards Bellamy flashing through your mind. ‘he doesn’t deserve to live.’ You thought. But against your better judgment, you lunged forward, grabbing the gun and aiming at the panther.

You fired off a shot, the sound echoing through the forest as the bullet found its mark. The panther let out a fierce roar before getting ready to strike again. You straightened your aim, stepping closer before firing another round. The panther collapsing to the ground with a loud, its threat neutralized.

Breathless and shaken, Bellamy turned to face you with an eyebrow raised. "Guess I owe you one," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.

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“They're back!”

The gates of the camp swung open, allowing everyone to stream back through the camp, you found yourself lingering behind, lost in the tumult of your own thoughts. Memories of your mother, her accusing words, and the weight of her disappointment flooded your mind.

You recalled the countless times she had blamed you for her circumstances, her voice echoing in your head like a haunting refrain. The sharp sting of her words, the relentless yelling, and the coldness in her eyes all played vividly in your memory.

"You coming?" Bellamy's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to the present.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away. "Yeah, I'll catch up," you replied tersely, your tone betraying the turmoil within. Your legs guided you without a second though, taking your place on a log settled by the fire, surrounded by the other delinquents. You let the warmth of the flames ease the tension in your shoulders.

Harper and Miller's banter provided a welcome distraction, their jokes and laughter cutting through the heavy atmosphere that hung over the camp. You found yourself drawn into their playful exchange, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you listened to their witty repartee.

"So, did you hear about the guy who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!" Harper said, laughing to herself while Miller poked the fire next to you.

"Oh man, that's almost as bad as your last joke!" Miller responded, shaking his head at her bad attempts at jokes.

You chuckled along with them, appreciating the light-hearted moment amidst the chaos of your situation. You caught yourself watching Bellamy, your eyes hazily looking over at the line forming in front of him.

"Next!" Bellamy shouted, while Murphy continued to break off the wristbands of each delinquent in line. You watched as he worked efficiently, his movements brisk and purposeful as he conducted his trade.

"Food for wristbands. One at a time, let's keep it moving."

Despite your lingering resentment towards him, you couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness and determination to provide for the group.

But when Bellamy's gaze briefly met yours, you couldn't bring yourself to accept his offer of food, instead choosing to remain seated by the fire, surrounded by the company of your fellow delinquents.

Every now and then, a knowing glint danced in your eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the secret you held close. While Bellamy spoke with confidence, there was a hint of unease in his demeanor, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed his facade of bravado.

It was clear to you that he didn't realize you were privy to his secret, the truth behind his presence on the dropship, the lengths he went to in order to secure his spot among the delinquents.

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Chapter 6

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pairing: Bellamy Blake x OC Genre: Fluff, angst, and everything in between Warnings: curse words, death, blood, killing, gore, and some good old chaos Summary: Xephyr Kane, Marcus’ adopted daughter, grew up on the Ark, but begged the council to lock her up in solitary after a traumatic experience involving her birth parents. Now, she’s being sent to the ground, on her own terms unlike the other 99 kids, in hopes to start new. But what happens when she gets down there, and nothing goes as planned? Throw in a hot headed “leader” that wasn’t supposed to be there and things get… difficult. Bellamy opened the flap to my tent. “You're up?” I sighed off his question and walked out of the tent

A/N: I realise that I had said I was going to upload this more often... then I didn’t.... but I’m doing it now so that counts for something right?... Anyways here ya go

“Yeah, knowing that hundreds of people might be dying on the ark makes it kinda hard to sleep.” I said knowing it wasn’t the only reason.

“Ravens flares will work.” He reassured me.

“Her radio would have worked better.” I sassed him.

“Have you seen Octavia?” He asked worriedly.

“No. It’s Octavia.” I sighed “she’s probably off chasing butterflies.”

“Xephyr I’ve checked the whole camp. She’s not here.” He gave me pleading eyes.

“Okay, I’ll help you find her. Let’s check again, you go to the drop ship, I'll check the rest of the tents.” We walked

“Thank you.” He held my wrist.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not doing this for you, I'm doing it for Octavia.”

I walked to Jasper's tent. “Jasper!”

“What?” He called back.

“Have you seen Octavia?” His head popped out of the tent.

“She’s missing?”

“Possibly. Bellamy can’t find her.”

“She’s not on the drop ship.” Bellamy came running back. “I’m getting as many people as I can.” He went to the centre of the camp. “Hey everybody. Gather around, and grab a weapon. My sisters were alone out there for 12 hours. Arm up, we aren’t coming back without her.”

“Bellamy.” I walked up to him.

“What?” He sighed.

“I just wanted to ask… if it were someone other than Octavia out there… would you do this?” I put my hand on his arm.

“What?”

“Say it were me. Would you go out there for anyone else?... for me?” He didn’t respond, instead he looked to the ground. “That’s what I thought.” I scoffed.

“Xephyr.” He called.

“No, I don't care. I know what you care about. That's all I needed to know. Go save your sister. I’ll work on the radio you destroyed.”

“You don’t understand! I’ve been through so much, you don’t know anything! You haven’t had to live your life with the pain I have, your father killed my mother, and he was gonna kill my sister! You don’t get it!” He yelled after me.

I stood there. Shocked. Bellamy Blake, yelling at me, telling me I don't understand what he’s been through? That his life is so bad? That i had it easy. “You. Know. NOTHING! You shut your damn mouth Bellamy Blake because you don’t know a damn thing about my life. You think I have it so easy! News flash I don’t!”

“Oh please, you're the daughter of a council member.”

“Adopted daughter of a long lasting asshole! I’m just as pissed off at him as you are!”

“Why? He spoiled you! You were living rich up there sparky! The arks' best mechanic, who was born in farm station. You’re all they needed! So why! Why do you think you hate him as much as I do?!”

“BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T FLOAT ME!” I screamed. Once I realised what I had said I ran. No one knew that I had begged them to float me for years. That I was practically suicidal. Not even Clarke.

Bellamy didn’t follow, which I was glad he didn’t, but I had screamed so loud the thought of anyone hearing. On the ark, begging to be floated wasn’t something people would tell you “no, and you need to get help.” It was something that they pointed and laughed at. It was a sign of weakness. And on the ark, the weak were the laughing stocks.

“Wait! Look!” I heard someone yell. Thousands of twinkling lights fell.

“It didn’t work…. the flares.” I sighed.

“A meteor shower told you that?” Bellamy said.

“It’s not a meteor shower…. it’s a funeral….” I ran back into the drop ship.

“Fuck! Fuck! DAMN IT!” I started kicking and screaming.

“Xephyr! Xephyr calm down!” Monty held me.

“It didn’t work. We failed.” I sobbed. “Three hundred of them… dead…. they’re dead Monty.”

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” He tried to calm me.

“This was his idea.” I shook myself free. “This is because of him! I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!” I wore my voice out. “Dad of the year.” I shook my head. “I'M GONNA KILL him.” The last word barely squeezed out.

“Hey, why don’t we worry about the radio.” He put his hand on my shoulder. I nodded. “Raven getting a transmitter?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I breathed out.

“Got the part.” Raven climbed into the drop ship.

“Good.” My voice cracked.

“What happened to your voice?” She asked, putting her hand on my throat. I pushed it off and grabbed the transmitter.

A few minutes later Clarke walked in. “How’s it coming?” No one said anything. I looked at Raven and got the hint she wanted to be alone.

I went to help work on the wall while they talked things out. Clarke walked out, tears on the brim of her eyes. “Clarke?” I ran up to her. “What happened, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, go help with the radio.” She brushed me off.

I walked into the drop shop to be met with a crying Raven as well. “Okay…. What the hell did I miss?”

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just… get this dealt with” she started to work on the radio.

“Clarke! Where’s Clarke!” We heard someone yell. We ran to the gate and saw Jasper telling someone to get Clarke.

“I’m here, what's up?” She ran to him. Jasper moved out of the way to reveal Bellamy holding a limp Finn in his arms. “Finn! Finn, oh my god.” She ran to him. “He’s alive.” She sighed.

“Bellamy wouldn’t let me take the knife out.” Jasper added darkly.

“No, that was a good call. Get him in the drop ship now.” I squeaked out.

“Clarke, can you save him?” Raven looked at her holding back tears.

Clarke Stuttered, “no. Not me… I-I need my mother.”

“There’s no radio.” I sighed.

“Xephyr! Fix it.” I nodded my head.

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(Reposting. Forgot to add something, sorry. Please delete my first ask.)

About Me: 💋

Flexible writer with quality and detailed posts: post length varies depending on the plot, partner preferences, and the post - but my typical range is 1-3+ paragraphs

I'm over the age of 18 and will only write with others over the age of 18 as well

Attempts to reply every 1-2 days, but will let you know about any unusual absences.

Prefers writing in third-person

Willing to play canon characters and original characters. Willing to do canon/canon and oc/canon. Willing to double!

Prefers long-term plots Prefers to play dominant, male characters paired with submissive female characters (Can double as any dynamic, gender, etc.)

Fandoms:

I am seeking partners who can play a female canon character from my list below. Extensive knowledge about the world and character is not necessary. I have no issue with you portraying these characters with your own unique interpretation.

The 100: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Lexa

DC: Kara Zor-El, (Supergirl) Sara Lance, Wonder Woman, Mera

Euphoria: Cassie Howard

FBI (CBS TV show): Nina Chase

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Cassie Lang (2023 film), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Yelena Belova, Peggy Carter

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew

Outer Banks: Sarah Cameron

Riverdale: Betty Cooper

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

OC x OC:

Although I prefer fandoms, I'm open to OC x OC as well. Seeking stories with the main themes of romance, bondage/BDSM, and damsels in distress. There are a number of different scenarios that we can play out. I am asking for your female character to be a damsel in distress - often getting herself into situations where she is over her head, sticking her nose in business where it does not belong, etc. It lands her kidnapped, tied up, and in need of a rescue from the hero, her boyfriend/husband. This is not saying your character has to be a doormat or useless by any means. She can definitely be a strong-willed, smart character - which can play a part into why she is always finding herself in situations like these. I am looking to play out scenes where she is rescued before the bad guys can do anything too bad to her, but we can discuss exactly how much happens before the rescue. Her partner saves her, they share some risky intimacy while still in the kidnapper's lair, and escape to move on for their next adventure. Also, if we do fandoms and we are able to incorporate this theme into the fandom rp, that would be wonderful too! If we're doing OC x OC, I would love the chance to suggest potential face claims for your character. In return, you can do the same for my character. Here are some brief plot blurbs:

*FBI agents: Our characters have a very unique way of gathering intel where your character purposefully allows the kidnapping to happen so she can be tracked to the villains!

*superheroine x human male: My character is the romantic partner of a superheroine and she often has to rely on him to escape sticky situations

*Zombie apocalypse: bandits and bad guys galore with no laws abound!

If you are interested, please like or reblog and I will reach out. Thanks!

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About Me: 🕊️

Flexible writer with quality and detailed posts: post length varies depending on the plot, partner preferences, and the post - but my typical range is 1-3+ paragraphs

I'm over the age of 18 and will only write with others over the age of 18 as well

Attempts to reply every 1-2 days, but will let you know about any unusual absences.

Prefers writing in third-person

Willing to play canon characters and original characters. Willing to do canon/canon and oc/canon. Willing to double!

Prefers long-term plots Prefers to play dominant, male characters paired with submissive female characters (Can double as any dynamic, gender, etc.)

Fandoms:

The 100: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Lexa

DC: Kara Zor-El, (Supergirl) Sara Lance, Wonder Woman, Mera

Euphoria: Cassie Howard

FBI (CBS TV show): Nina Chase

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Cassie Lang (2023 film), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Yelena Belova, Peggy Carter

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew

Outer Banks: Sarah Cameron

Riverdale: Betty Cooper

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

OC x OC:

*FBI agents: Our characters have a very unique way of gathering intel where your character purposefully allows the kidnapping to happen so she can be tracked to the villains!

*superheroine x human male: My character is the romantic partner of a superheroine and she often has to rely on him to escape sticky situations

*Zombie apocalypse: bandits and bad guys galore with no laws abound!

If you are interested, please like or reblog and I will reach out. Thanks!

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cipher04 · 5 months

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Fandom Frenzy (Doubling friendly) Seeking Roleplay Partners

Note: Not replacing any current partners, just always seeking to add more partners.

About Me:

I am 18+ and will only write with partners who are also 18+

Willing to double!

Prefers writing dominant male characters in male x female relationships

Flexible writer, quality posts: post length varies depending on the plot, my partner, and the post, but my typical range is 1-5+ paragraphs

Reply schedule varies. Not able to post much during the week. Most posts likely during the weekend, but will do my best to reply as soon as I can. Will let you know of any extended or unusual absences.

Prefers third-person and inclusion of NSFW, open to dead dove as well

Willing to play canon characters and original characters

Open to OC/Canon and Canon/Canon. If doubling, I do enjoy it when our separate stories can connect (not required). I love playing out the sibling dynamic, so perhaps if we're doing OC/Canon doubling, our OCs could be siblings? Again, not a requirement, and to clarify, not looking for anything taboo - it would just be another way for our stories to connect

Prefers long-term stories

You can add me on discord at fandomfan#0404 or send a chat or message if interested.

Fandoms:

Here is the link to the entire list of my fandoms: https://cipher04.tumblr.com/post/678212321698611200/muse-post

The 100: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Lexa

Arrowverse/DC: Kara Zor-El, Sarah Lance, Wonder Woman

The Boys: Queen Maeve. Becca Butcher

Chicago PD: Hailey Upton

Divergent: Tris Prior

Euphoria: Cassie Howard

FBI: Nina Chase

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Game of Thrones: Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen

The Hunger Games: Katniss Everdeen

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Cassie Lang (2023 film), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Yelena Belova

Midsommar: Dani Ardor

The Lost World (1999 TV series): Veronica Layton

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew

Outer Banks: Sarah Cameron

Riverdale: Betty Cooper

Saint X: Emily Thomas

The Society: Allie Pressman

Star Wars: Rey

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

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findroleplay · 6 months

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About Me:

Flexible writer with quality and detailed posts: post length varies depending on the plot, partner preferences, and the post - but my typical range is 1-3+ paragraphs.

I'm over the age of 18 and will only write with others over the age of 18 as well

Attempts to reply every 1-2 days, but will let you know about any unusual absences.

Prefers writing in third-person.

Willing to play canon characters and original characters. Willing to do canon/canon, oc/canon, and oc only. Willing to double!

Prefers long-term plots

NSFW preferred

Fandoms: I am hoping to find a partner willing to play one of the following canon characters for me. Extensive knowledge about the world and character is not necessary. I have no issue with you portraying these characters with your own unique interpretation. Feel free to inquire about unlisted fandoms too! Once again, I am willing to play any canon character you desire in return

Outer Banks: Sarah Cameron

The 100: Clarke Griffin, Lexa, Raven Reyes

The Hunger Games: Katniss Everdeen

Divergent: Tris Prior

DC: Supergirl(CW's Arrowverse), Wonder Woman

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Nancy Drew (CW TV show): Nancy Drew

Riverdale: Betty Cooper

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU): Cassie Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova

Midsommar: Dani Ardor

Friday The 13th: Bree, Trish Jarvis

Saint X: Emily Thomas

FBI (CBS TV show): Nina Chase

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

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fenharel · 1 year

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— OCS AS FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more or less) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). If you don’t recognise many from the top 50, feel free to expand to the top 100

tagged by @leviiackrman @denerims @risingsh0t to take this quiz, thank you!! tagging @rkyloren @shadowglens @baldurians @arlathen @queennymeria @risingsh0t @wraithcaller @catacomb-chaos @thefathersbride @arklay & you!

wolverine (x-men)

wolfgang bogdanow (sense8)

arya stark (asoiaf/game of thrones)

max rockatansky (mad max)

raven reyes (the 100)

sybil crawley (downtown abbey)

george weasley (hp)

robin hood (robin hood)

neirobi (la casa de papel)

sirius black (hp)

olivia pope (scandal)

hannibal lecter (hannibal)

mary crawley (downton abbey)

olenna tyrell (asoiaf/got)

charlotte hale (westworld)

#echo valdés #alva lavellan #deithwen #ocs tag #this was so cool 🥺 but i didnt know most of the characters i got most of the time sdjkfhsdkjf #and im also so picky. 😩😅

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ravens-repose · 7 months

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⛓️Masterlist⛓️

Game of Thrones

Daenarys Stormborn:

A Song of Fire and Shadows - Daenarys Stormborn x OC ❣️🔥 - coming soon

Sandor Clegane:

Iron and Gold - Sandor Clegane x OC ❣️🔥 - Part 1 ,

Tormund Giantsbane:

Jorah Mormont:

Dance of Dragons - Jorah Mormont x OC - coming soon

Avengers

Loki Laufeyson:

Bucky Barnes:

Steve Rodgers:

Natasha Romanoff:

Peter Parker (aged up Peter):

The 100

Clarke Griffin:

Bellamy Blake:

Ash Kom Azgeda:

Gaia Kom Trikru:

Lexa Kom Trikru:

Rowan Kom Azgeda:

Raven Reyes:

Arcane

Jinx:

Vi:

Viktor:

Sevika:

Silco:

Ekko:

Resident Evil

Alcina Dimitrescu:

Bela Dimitrescu:

Cassandra Dimitrescu:

Daniella Dimitrescu:

Karl Heisenberg:

The Arcana

Julian Devorak:

Asra Alnazar:

Nadia Satrinava:

Overwatch

Junkrat:

Crosswires - Poly! Junkrat & Roadhog x OC ❣️🔥 - Part 1 ,

Roadhog:

Crosswires - Poly! Junkrat & Roadhog x OC ❣️🔥 - Part 1 ,

Mercy:

Cole Cassidy:

Genji:

Junker Queen/Dez:

Reinhardt:

#Ravens Masterlist #nevermore

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moonylantsovs · 1 year

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Heyyy can u plz write a season one Bellamy blake x reader griffin/Kane SMUT where they are enemies and leaders of the 100 but don't see eye to eye on anything but have too much sexual tension and attraction towards each other and decide to give into their desire for one night cause they think if they screw each other they get their attraction out of their system?

Invisible String [B.B]

summary: hating him was easier than loving him. especially when clarke went through so much trouble to keep them away from each other. but for some reason, her attraction to him was much larger than her dignity

pairings: bellamy blake x caroline griffin (oc) a/n: the oc has no description, so feel free to imagine whoever you wish, I just write better when the main character has a name

tags: (18+) wells jaha lives, cursing, the nickname "princess" cause it's kind of cringey but fits their dynamic, SMUT; hate sex, (kinda) dom!bellamy, dirty talk, hate sex, hair pulling

Hating Bellamy Blake was almost too easy.

He was too cocky for his own good and was even worse at listening to orders than Caroline. He had been tormenting her, her sister and Wells since they landed.

But a long time has passed since their first days on Earth. The camp was functioning well and Caroline and Clarke found a way to work with Bellamy. After a kid died and Murphy was banished after being accused of killing some privileged kid, they formed a truce. Bellamy was the one leading the hunting trips and watching over the delinquents who were building the wall, Clarke was in charge of keeping the peace with the Grounders (the liberty of her having a thing with their Commander) and Caroline decided who got which job and worked with Raven to make radios and get in contact with The Ark.

She was not that thrilled about her mother coming down because, before she got arrested, she was not exactly mother of the year. Still, she felt guilty about the innocent people who were dying up there while there was a safe planet waiting for them.

Caroline let out a sigh and stood up, instantly drawing Raven’s attention to herself. She wiped her sweat off of her face with a rag and placed it down on the table, before saying, “I think that I’m done for today. I have to discuss some stuff with Bellamy.”

Raven snorted and raised an amused eyebrow, her tone taunting. “Oh, I bet. So much for staying away from him.”

The Griffin rolled her eyes at the reminder of her sister’s warning and wordlessly walked out of their work tent. Bellamy was very blunt with his flirting when they weren’t spitting insults at each other and when he wasn’t sleeping with half of the camp. Caroline was slightly annoyed and brushed it off quickly, but Clarke was down-right pissed. Her protective older sister was on and she was quick to tell Caroline how bad of an idea getting involved with Bellamy was. Her lecture was at least five minutes long but Caroline did not listen to a word that she said. She was not stupid. She knew that even flirting with Bellamy was a bad idea, but she was not planning on it. She liked to believe that she had standards.

“Hey, Princess.” Bellamy greeted her when she entered his tent without knocking. “You’re early.”

“No, you just slept in.” Caroline deadpanned while scanning his bare chest with a blank look on her face while he sat on the edge of his makeshift bed. “Some of us have been up and working for hours.”

Okay, yes, Bellamy was an asshole. But he was a hot asshole. If you asked her, she would say that the fact that he was annoying only made him more attractive. But that might just be her daddy issues talking.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Shit, is it really late?”

“Yeah, it’s almost lunch.” She shrugged and walked across his tent to grab one of his shirts. She absentmindedly threw it on him, silently telling him to get dressed. “I told Wells to let you sleep. You were keeping guard pretty late last night.”

She told herself that it was because he needed his eight hours of sleep if he was going to function properly. He was even more grumpy when he slept for only two hours.

Bellamy’s lips tugged into a grin and then fell open as he let out a dramatic gasp. “Was that you being nice?” She rolled her eyes and he was quick to add, “I’m sorry, I only ever saw you being nice to Clarke and Wells. Is it snowing outside?”

“Shut up.” Caroline muttered, her eyes involuntarily flickering toward his hands. “Just get dressed. We have work to do.”

He grabbed the blue shirt that she gave him but made no move to put it on. He simply raised a knowing eyebrow. “Are you sure that you want me to do that? You don’t want to keep checking me out?”

Caroline felt heat rushing to her face. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out and she was desperately trying to find something to say. A couple of seconds later, she simply blurted out, “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that good looking.”

His smirk only grew. “Oh, so I’m not that good looking?” He stepped closer and she wished that the ground would swallow her whole. “I knew you liked me, Princess.”

“You wish,” She shot back, but made no move to step away from him. His scent was intoxicating and she could not look away from his face. His dark eyes were flickering between her eyes and her lips and she swore that they only got darker when her breath hitched.

Bellamy lifted his hand to brush some of her hair away from the face and he licked his lips, an action that only made her stare at his lips longer. He pushed his face closer to her own and just as he was about to lock their lips together, Wells’ voice rang through the air.

“Bellamy, did you take my─” He cut himself off when he looked up from the ground to see his best friend standing inappropriately close to the guy that she hated for months. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he silently looked back and forth between the two of them for a couple of moments. He swallowed and awkwardly croaked out, “I’ll come back later. Or never. Probably never.”

Caroline watched the place he was standing at a couple of seconds ago in shock. She quickly stepped away from Bellamy and cleared her throat. “Get dressed and meet me in the map tent.”

Bellamy watched her leave the tent in a rush and chuckled to himself the second she left.

Caroline wished that they could simply work in silence, each on their own side of the tent. After what happened earlier that morning, the last thing that she needed was to spent the next couple of hours before lunch with Bellamy. Especially because he seemed completely unfazed. If anything, his amusement only grew every time he would catch her staring at him which would lead to her having to look away or narrow her eyes into a glare to seem annoyed rather than flustered.

He saw right through her. That might be the reason why she hated him so much. She had always tried to keep her walls up as high as possible because she was afraid of letting people in. But Bellamy could read her like an open book.

“We should move Jasper from the gate and get Miller there.” Caroline suggested as she leaned over the map of their camp. “I love him to death but he runs at the first sight of danger. There is no one better than Miller. I trust him to stay there more than anyone.”

Bellamy surprised her by shaking his head. Her eyebrows furrowed. Was Miller not his best friend? “Guarding the gate is a big responsibility, yes, but it’s also dangerous. The guards there are usually the first to go. We have to put someone disposable there.”

Caroline let out a humorless laugh and looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? No one in this camp is disposable. We put the most competent person there, no matter how much either one of us cares about him.”

The Blake shrugged. “I don’t know if losing him is worth it.”

“And losing someone else is?” She retorted and stepped away from the table and scoffed. “I cannot believe you. You talk shit about The Ark, Jaha and the privileged for sending us here and labeling us as disposable but you are not any different. For some reason, those kids out there trust you but you are willing to sacrifice any of them if it means saving your ass and the two people you care about.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger the second that she compared him to the monsters that killed his mother and locked up his sister. He stepped closer to her and glared down at her. “Stop pretending that you know me, Princess. You can’t psychoanalyze everyone in your life just because of one decision they make.”

Caroline glared back at him, not intimidated. “And you can judge people based on who their parents are? That’s ironic. I would not be surprised if you were planning to tell me that I should guard the gate since you clearly hate me so much. Putting me there is the easiest way to get rid of me, right?”

“Maybe I do hate you?” His words made her falter in surprise. “How can I not? You always have something to say about every decision I make. You take every opportunity to argue with me. Whenever I think that we are starting to see eye to eye, you do another thing to drive me crazy. And I hate myself for it a lot more than I hate you because despite you being everything that I’m against I still…” Bellamy did not finish his sentence and simply stared at the clueless look on her face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he muttered, “Fuck it.”

Caroline stumbled back in surprise which led to her sitting on the desk. Before she got the chance to kiss him back, he pulled away. His breath fanned across her lips and he stared at her, trying to find any hint of disgust or hesitance. He did not find any. But this time, she was the one that kissed him. She gripped his shirt to keep him closer while one of his hands tangled in her hair. Her breath hitched when he used his grip on her cair to pull her head down in order to reveal her neck. He did not think twice before he messily started placing open-mouthed kisses over her exposed collar bone.

She moaned and spread her legs so he could comfortably stand between them. His other hand found her waist and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on his curls lightly to spur him on. He pushed down her shirt to reveal her bra so he could keep sucking hickies down to her breats. The hand on her waist squeezed it and he paused, squeezing his eyes shut to get it together.

“Did you─ did you ever have sex?” Bellamy asked,his dark eyes practically piercing through her soul.

Caroline’s eyes almost softened at the genuine worry in his voice. He was grounded enough to ask the eighteen year old, who spent the last six years of her life locked up, if she was a virgin or not. Luckily, after Clarke broke Wells’ heart, she was more than fine with being his rebound to keep her mind off of other things.

She rapidly nodded, tugging at his shirt so he could get back to what he was doing before.

“Words, Caroline,”

Caroline. Not Princess or Baby Griffin. Just Caroline.

“Yes.” She breathed out. “I had sex before. Now stop being so uncharacteristically considerate and kiss me.”

Bellamy did not need to be told twice. He leaned back down to kiss her and her hands quickly found their way around his neck to pull him closer to her despite them already being chest-to-chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and easily won the short battle for dominance.

Caroline placed her hands on his chest to push him away. He gave her a confused look which disappeared when she pulled her shirt over her head. He smirked and then copied her actions, exposing his chest. This time, she shamelessly checked him out.

Bellamy was pleasantly surprised when she reached down to pull his pants down along with his underwear. Her hand wrapped around his dick and started to slowly move her hand up and down, almost as if she was teasing him. He let out a low groan and leaned his hands on either side of her. He rested his forehead against hers and kept his eyes on her as she jerked him off.

“Fuck, Princess.” He cursed, his breath hitching. He was ashamed of how close he was just from her jerking him off.

He pulled her hand away and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he pulled her off of the desk in order to pull her hands down. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to place her back on the table and she gasped in surprise when his fingers slipped between her legs. His fingers teased her opening until she was whining into his mouth.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckled and dipped one of his fingers inside of her. “Patience.”

She did not argue and simply leaned back, letting him pump his fingers in and out of her while he rubbed her clit. She moaned his name lowly, aware that if they were too loud, the others outside could hear them. Bellamy almost moaned at the sight of the girl squirming and trying her hardest to stay quiet on the table. The girl who never kept her mouth shut and was a force to be reckoned with was completely at his mercy.

Before Caroline could finish, he pulled his hand away. She panted and gave him a weak glare. “You’re a dick,”

“I didn’t hear you arguing when you were moaning my name.” He shot back and cupped her ass to bring their bodies closer together. He wrapped one of his hands around his dick and slid inside of her. He let out a deep groan and she let out a high pitchen moan due to his lack of patience. Bellamy placed one of his hands over her mouth and whispered, “Be quiet for me, Princess. You don’t want the rest of the camp to hear how much you hate me, do you?”

She shook her head and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he pulled out and roughly pushed back inside her. He was no better than her. He was cursing and groaning as she rolled her hips back into his own.

They spent a couple of minutes like that, soaking in pleasure and the thrill that they got from the fact that anyone could walk into the tent at any minute. “I’m close.” He muttered and used the hand that was not covering her mouth to rub her clit in order to get her closer to the edge.

Caroline’s nails dug into his shoulders and the moaned against his hand, almost reaching her peak. He groaned at the pain and only snapped his hips against her faster. Her vision blurred and her eyes squeezed shut when she finally fell over the edge and came around him. Her walls squeezing him like a vice was what pushed him over the edge and he was quick to pull out and finish on her stomach.

Caroline panted and leaned her forehead against his chest when his hand fell from her mouth.

"So much for hating me, huh, Princess?"

She groaned. "Clarke is gonna kill me."

#bellamy blake #the hundred #the 100 #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x oc #wells jaha #clarke griffin #raven reyes

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s1ater · 11 months

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death era.

part eight of n/a.

ricky rocks. flash back episode !!!

“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”

she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.

“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”

“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”

murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.

it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.

“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”

“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.

“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”

“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”

“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.

wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.

“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”

“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”

“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”

“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”

“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”

he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.

the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.

“that’s what i thought, string bean.”

this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.

although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.

“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”

she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.

echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.

no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.

“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”

echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.

“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”

it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.

“why would i trust you?”

“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.

it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.

before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.

“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”

“and i don’t?”

“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”

“murphy, i’ll kill you.”

“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”

“i wouldn’t be against it.”

civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.

“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”

it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.

so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.

bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”

“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”

they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”

bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”

“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.

“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”

“good thing i’m in charge then.”

they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.

“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.

“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”

“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”

the hallways were eerily empty.

echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.

she didn’t like it one bit.

moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.

“this doesn’t feel right.”

“what, you scared?”

murphy doesn’t reply.

“maybe they just all left.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.

bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.

the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.

“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”

he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.

“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.

monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.

“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”

“what clued you on to that?”

“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.

“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.

“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”

“how much longer?”

“say, 7 minutes.”

“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”

“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“

“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”

“bellamy, you can’t just-“

he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.

these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.

he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.

“don’t move.”

there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.

“who are you? why’re you here?”

bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”

a girl.

he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”

“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”

he recognized this girl.

“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”

“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”

“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.

her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”

“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”

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hd-junglebook · 13 days

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The 100 Masterlist

More works for this are coming!!

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Diana Sydney's daughter is sent to the ground with 99 other delinquents. While her mother schemes for power and destruction aboard the Ark, y/n must navigate the harsh realities of survival on the ground. As she confronts her own trauma and struggles to define her morality in the face of chaos, she grapples with the ultimate question: Will she rise above her past and choose the path of goodness, or will her mother's influence shape her destiny and lead her down a darker path?

Season 1

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 6.5 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

Edge Of Exile

Bellamy Blake x Reader

As the ark struggles to establish a new home on Earth, Y/N, a prisoner from flint station seems to be the only one who can save them from themselves. the group finds themselves thrust into a dangerous power struggle that threatens to tear the community apart. Faced with betrayal, deceit, and factions vying for control, Y/N must navigate a treacherous landscape of alliances and rivalries.

parts - prologue, 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12

In the process of completing !

The Other Side

John Murphy x Reader

A grounder marked as a spy for the commander is tasked with the case of gathering intel on a group of survivors that fell from the sky. Falling for a member of this foreign group leads the clan into bloodshed.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Lost

A normal plane ride back home ends in shambles as the plane crashes on a remote island far from home. That last survivors band together to survive and uncover the secrets of the island.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

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Saviour & Survivor

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by xFemme_Fatale16x

[The 100 Fanfiction / John Murphy x OC] --- "She seems pretty important to you."

"She's the most important to me." --- Dawn Rousseau can't stand John Murphy. Arrogant, cruel and a complete trouble-maker. She can hardly go a single day without the class clown getting under her skin.

John Murphy despises Dawn Rousseau. Stubborn, brilliant and definitely putting up an act. The only thing he likes is getting to argue with the teacher's pet each day.

However, when these rivals are sent to Earth with 98 other delinquents, many revelations are made. Is 'Little Miss Perfect' more flawed than people think? Can an outcast care for someone other than himself? Will hate blossom into love with death around every corner?

Words: 645, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: John Murphy (The 100), Finn Collins, Emori (The 100), Original Female Character(s), Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Lexa (The 100), Lincoln (The 100)

Relationships: John Murphy (The 100)/Original Female Character(s), Emori/John Murphy (The 100), Finn Collins/Original Female Character(s), Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangles, Eventual Smut, Romance, Angst, Science Fiction, Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

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topazy · 2 years

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The Fierce And Broken

Pairings: Raven Reyes/ reader

Chapter: 2.08

Warnings: mentions of torture, and death

You watched as Raven, who was unconscionable, sobbed over Finn’s dead body. Your heart broke for her, and you knew nothing you said would comfort her, because nothing you said could fix this. In the same way Murphy was family to you, Finn was family to her.

Clarke came and stood beside you, saying, "I need to talk to her. We need to take his body now."

"What?" You asked, taken aback at what the blonde had just said. "I know that couldn’t have been an easy choice to make, but look at her." You pointed towards Raven, "This will break her."

Clarke looked down at the ground and spoke quietly, "I’ve chosen Octavia, Lincoln, and Bellamy as my attendants."

"And Raven?"

"Alba, the commander-"

You sighed. "Octavia and Bellamy have no more right to be there than Raven does. Just give her more time."

You brushed Clarke off and turned away. You knew by the look on her face that there was no getting through to her. Looking up towards your camp, you hoped to see Murphy or Octavia's faces, but no such luck.

"Like hell, you do! Get off!"

Hearing Raven's voice, you spin quickly to see Clarke talking to her. Did she ever listen?

You made your way over as Clarke faced her mom, "Give us a minute, please."

Ravens' bloodshot eyes meet yours, "You agreed to this?"

"We're taking him back to the village where the massacre took place, there's a death ritual. It's the only way to get our people out of Mount Weather."

Raven stood up, "Then I'm coming too. And don't worry, I'll bring your damn radio."

As Raven marched in front, you turned to Clarke. "If she’s going, then I’m going."

—

You all walk through the night and into the next day in silence. You were surrounded by grounders, all holding their weapons tightly, ready to turn on you at any moment.

"How is she?" Bellamy slowed his pace until he was standing beside you.

You look ahead and see Raven walking by herself. Occasionally she looked down at the radio in her hands, but minus that, she was staring blankly ahead.

"I’m worried about her."

He let out a sigh, "This whole thing is a mess. All we can do now is focus on getting our people."

"Yeah," you pause and return your gaze to the grounders, then to Bellamy. "Do you really think this truce is a good idea?"

He tenses up at the question, "We might have another way."

You had previously overheard hushed whispers about sending someone from your camp inside Mount Weather, and judging from the quiet tone Bellamy was talking in, you assumed that person was him. "How are you planning on doing that? I don’t assume the way we escaped is an option. "Bellamy looked at you surprised, "What?"

He shrugged, "Nothing... You're just the first person I’ve talked to who’s not tried to talk me out of it."

"Well, I can’t say I love the idea, but I think we should keep our options open. I’m not saying I’ll go with you, but I can try and draw a map for you of the area that I was in. That’s where our people will be."

Bellamy nodded, "Thanks." You continued to walk in a comfortable silence until Bellamy let out a sigh, "If things don’t work out, I’m going to ask Lincoln to show me the way in."

As Bellamy continued to discuss his plan, your worried gaze was drawn once more to Raven as she walked alone.

—

When nightfall came, Lexa announced that camp was to be set up for the night, and that you would leave for Tondc at first light.

Your people and the grounders slept on separate sides.

Clarke made a bold move by setting up her camp in the middle. You weren’t sure at this point if she was brave or insane, but regardless, you set your camp up not far from Octavia's.

As your eyes threatened to close with exhaustion, you fought against it. You needed to know Raven was back in the tent, and not in some kind of trouble. After what felt like hours, she finally returned, and she was pissed.

You sat up, "hey."

Raven responded by throwing her jacket onto the ground and letting out a grunt. "If Clarke asks me one more time about that damn radio!"

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?"

Raven, I’m so sorry-"

"You know the worst part?" Raven asked with tears in her eyes. "She’s convinced it was the right thing to do. If this alliance doesn’t work, then Finn died for nothing."

Chewing on your bottom lip, you nodded in agreement.

A frustrated look crossed the brunette's face, "Don’t do that."

"Do what?" You asked. You watched as Raven paced back and forth, and repeatedly brushed her fingers through her hair.

"Go silent on me. Everyone’s been treating me like glass since…"

“Finn died."

She nodded, "I’m pissed, but I’m allowed to be pissed." He was my family, and now Clarke is calling the shots after taking his life, and tomorrow he’s going to be burned in the place that he killed innocent people. We don’t even get to say goodbye."

"Raven-"

She shook her head, and rubbed her fallen tears away with the back of her hand. "Let’s just talk about something else," she said before sitting down next to you. "Do you trust them?"

It was a hard question to answer. "I think the alliance will last as long as we are useful to them."

"And when we stop?"

"I'm not sure," you sighed. "They help us get people out while rescuing their own. Then when we become useless, the enemy again."

"It’s a gamble," she pointed out."

Let’s just hope it pays off."

Raven leans back on the ‘bed’ and turns to face you. "I’m scared for tomorrow, Al."

"I know, but whatever happens, we’re in this together."

—

The day had gone as you expected. As soon as the villagers see you, you’re all met with angry yells and curses in Trigedasleng. The commander was going to execute one of her people who stepped in front of her, but Clarke begged for his life to be spared. "The Sky People march with us now. Anyone who tries to stop that will pay with their life." You wondered how long that would last.

Lexa approaches the pyre as Finn’s body is lifted from the cart and onto the top of it. Lincoln translates for your people."People of Tondc. In fire, we cleanse the pain of the past."

When Lexa is handed a torch to light the pyre with, she lowers the torch to light the fire but pauses, and then turns to Clarke. Raven, let out a small gasp as you release what the commander is asking her to do. After a few uncomfortable moments, Clarke lights the pyre on fire.

You squeeze Raven’s hand. She looked emotionless as she watched Finn's body burn, but you knew it was killing her on the inside.

—

You stand behind Raven and Bellamy, as you are led into a large room to have a feast. Clarke, Lexa, and the rest of her chosen grounders were already inside waiting for her. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but the air was charged with electricity. Something could happen at any moment.

When everyone is seated, Kane presents a bottle of liquor as an offering to the commander. "Please accept this gift, Commander. We drink this on special occasions. I believe this qualifies."

Lexa nods her head before gesturing for Gustus to take the bottle from him. "Thank you, Marcus of the Sky People."

"You’re welcome, Lexa." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "kom Trikru."

Lexa turns to the blonde seated next to her. "Clarke, let us drink together."

"It would be my pleasure."

A villager grabs two goblets and hands them to Gustus, who stands at Lexa’s side, and once it’s poured, he glances down at the cup. "Heda, allow me."

Gustus takes a sip of the drink to make sure it’s not poisoned, and when nothing happens, he hands the cup back to his heda. Lexa accepts it with a small smile. "Tonight, we celebrate our newfound peace. Tomorrow, we will plan our war. To those we’ve lost, to those we shall soon find."

Clarke raises her cup as well when Gustus suddenly collapses. He chokes out, "Poison. It’s poison!"

Chaos quickly erupts. Grounders reach for their weapons and shove the table out of the way. Clarke yells out, "This wasn’t us! You have to know this wasn’t us!"

Lexa gives a command to her people in Trigedasleng, and before you know what’s going on, you are all pulled in separate directions to be searched. Clarke tried to plead with the commander, but it didn’t work.

"Tell me something, Clarke. When you plunged the knife into the heart of the boy you loved, did you not wish that it was mine?" Lexa’s voice was laced with venom.

With all your attention on Clarke, you missed Gustus patting down Raven. "Heda!" You all turn towards him, lifting a vial into the air. "This was in her coat."

"I’m telling you it’s not mine! He put it there when he searched me!"

"She’s telling the truth!" You stepped forward, but came to an abrupt halt when a grounder held a knife to your throat. You looked towards Lexa, "she didn’t do this!"

Lexa looks at your people. "No Sky Person leaves this room!"

The commander turns and abruptly leaves the room. The grounder holding a knife to your throat thankfully left as well. You stood panting as Clarke made her way towards Raven. Fuck.

"Raven, I need to know the truth."

Your heart races as you hear Raven mumble, "I’d step back if I was you."

Clarke ignored her warning. "You wanted me to kill Lexa yesterday. If you tried to poison her, I need to know."

Raven says nothing, just pulls her arm back and punches Clarke. "You’re the only murderer here!"

You step in front of her before she can throw another swing. "Stop," you said quietly. "It’s not worth it."

You were surprised when she nodded in agreement and stepped back. You look over your shoulder or see Clarke glaring back in your direction before her mom rushed over to her.

That was the difference between them. Clarke always had someone watching out for her Raven didn't.

You both leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground, trying to digest everything that had happened. Kane’s echoing voice soon reaches your ears. "So, let’s figure out who did it. Who would want her dead?"

"Too many to count," Lincoln says as he rises from his seat. "Forming an alliance with you was a risk, especially after what Finn did to this village."

"So, it had to be someone trying to break the alliance," Octavia points out.

The door suddenly swings open as multiple grounders enter the room, and you and Raven stand once again. Before two guards march forward and try to grab Raven, Indra barks orders in their language.

You step into their path, arguing, "She didn’t poison anyone!"

"I argued for all of you to die," Indra scoffs. But the Commander is merciful. She wants only one."

"She’s innocent!" You argued. "You can’t do this! She hasn’t done anything wrong!"

Indra yells, “I don’t care! They move, they bleed!”

You all try to stop them from getting to Raven, but the guards easily overpower you and start dragging her away. Indra looks you directly in the eye and says, “The rest of you are free. When she is dead, so is the alliance. You should run.”

“Raven!” You scream while running outside trying to find her. “Raven!”

Not sure which way to go, you follow the others to the centre of the village where Raven was being tied to a post. No, no. This couldn’t be happening.

“You need to stop this!”

Lexa approaches Raven. "I take no joy in this, Raven, but this time justice will be done."

"I didn’t do it. How is that justice?"

"We have to do something!" You try to go towards them, but Kane holds you back.

You scream out, begging the commander to stop as the commander slices her knife along the underside of Ravens' arm. Kane pulls you tighter as screams of pain reach your ears.

Clarke reapers and yells out that she needs to see the bottle again. She turns to face the commander and says, “One of your people tried to kill you, Lexa. Not one of mine. I can prove it.”

When she gets a hold of the bottle, she takes a drink, but nothing happens. One of the commander's own people tried to kill her. You call out, “The poison wasn’t in the bottle, it was in the cup!”

Bellamy moves closer as he locks eyes with Gustus. “It was you. He tested the cup. He searched Raven.”

Lexa’s voice is stern. "Gustus would never harm me."

You shake your head, "you weren’t the target, the alliance was."

Lexa looks genuinely shocked for a moment before she turns to face Gustus. "This alliance would cost you your life, Heda. I could not let that happen."

"This treachery will cost you yours. Put him on the tree!"

Raven is cut down to make room for Gustus. You quickly run to her side and help her stand up. She leans into you as the cutting begins. With tears in her eyes, she turns to face Clarke, "This would have been Finn."

"Yu gonplei ste odon." Lexa delivers the final blow, and puts her knife through his heart.

—

"Sorry," you sigh.

Raven grinds her teeth but nods for you to keep going. You try your best to clean her wounds without causing too much pain, but it’s impossible to avoid.

"I can’t believe Jackson let you take so much medical stuff with you," she said while inspecting the bandage on her arm.

"He didn’t."

She let out a snort, "He will freak."

Happy that her cuts are clean, you pack your stuff away before leaning back. You sit in a comfortable silence until Raven breaks it. "Thank you for today... I’m glad you came."

"I’m glad I came as well."

Life on earth was about to get much harder, and you and Raven would still have some issues to work through. She would need time to grieve for Finn, while you needed to deal with a pissed-off Murphy when you returned. He definitely wouldn’t be happy that you left with her after she pulled a gun on him, which was also a conversation you would need to have with her at some point. But for right now, you were all safe, and that was the main thing.

Raven shot up fast, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

You leaned in as Raven held the radio up to your ears. After a few moments, a voice came through.

‘This is Jasper Jordan. 47 of us are trapped inside Mount Weather. They’ve taken Harper. We don’t know how much time we have left. Please hurry.’

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