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charliedawn · 3 years

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The other side part 1 : Imagine the Avengers as villains

(by the power invested in me, you are magically teleported to another dimension.)

Pov : You are an Avenger with the ability to shapeshift (nobody knows about your powers, not even the Avengers.) You prefer not to use them and concentrate on being a good agent for the SHIELD. However, one day, you wake up and find that some things have changed..

Tony Stark :

You wake up in a deserted place. Everything seems so familiar, and yet so different. You seem to be in the Avengers tower but, everything is so dark and gloom. There is no light and this is when you hear footsteps walking in your direction. You try to get up and get in a defensive position, but your head is swinging. Suddenly, there is light. It takes you a moment to get used to the blinding light, but once you do, you recognize the person instantly.

" T..Tony ?"

You manage to ask as the man is now clearly in view. However, he doesn't respond. He only eyes you up and down with a stare that makes you shiver in fear. He suddenly walks towards you and his hand slides in your inner pocket to get out your identity card. He takes a glance and frowns before uttering.

" Y/N L/N.."

He then looks up at you with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

" Who are you ? And how did you get in here ?"

You are surprised that he doesn't recognize you and you start to think that all of this is some kind of joke.

" Come on, Tony ! It's me ! I'm your friend !"

His eyes darken and he only chuckles.

" Sorry for you, sweetheart. I don't have any friends."

Suddenly, he puts on his suit that, instead of being its usual bright red and yellow color, is now black and silver. You frown in incomprehension and take a step back.

" T..Tony. You can't hurt me. You're a hero, remember ?"

But Tony only laughs from inside his suit at your words.

" Me ? A hero ? You are losing it.."

You shake your head, confused, and cry out.

" But, you are ! You saved me ! You care about people !"

He seems to think for a moment and, to your surprise, gets out of the suit to stare at you with an eyebrow raised.

"Me ? Care ? It's like you're describing a whole other man, sweetcheeks. The truth is..I don't care. The world can burn. Money is power. And if I follow that logic, I'm a God..And why would a God meddle with commoners ?"

You can't believe what you are hearing..Tony seems so cold now, looking down at you as if you are an ant on his path..It scares you..But then, someone crashes through the window and stands in front of you defensively.

" Mister Stark ! You're under arrest !"

To your surprise, you recognize the voice of Peter..But why would he attack Stark ?! It doesn't make any sense ! But, Tony doesn't seem surprised. He only gets back to his suit and smiles at Peter with a wicked grin.

" We meet again, Spiderboy. You know, my offer still stands. You can join me ?"

But Peter shakes his head negatively before shouting.

" Never !"

You are shocked and finally, try to talk to Peter that doesn't seem surprised either.

" P..Peter ?"

He turns his head towards you, surprised that you would know his name. However, before you could say anything else, you black out.

Bruce Banner :

You smile widely as you recognize Dr Banner. But the moment you take one step towards him, he cowers in fear. You instantly know that something is wrong, as he has marks of torture all over his body and wraps his arms around himself defensively.

" Who are you ?! I..I'll call them !"

You frown in incomprehension. Call who ? He seems to understand your confusion and adds.

" The..The Downfallers ! They're going to kill you if you touch me !"

You are about to ask who are the Downfallers when someone appears behind you.

" No need for that, my friend. They're all gone."

You turn around to see a man in a black suit, looking at Banner that seems to be extremely frightened by the man.

" Dr Kaecilius.."

He whispers almost painfully. You automatically put yourself in front of Dr Banner with your arms extended, ready to defend him if the man was to hurt him. The man arks an eyebrow at your action, but only asks with curiosity.

" Why are you defending him ?"

You try to see if it's a trap, but once you know he isn't joking, you answer.

" Because Dr Banner is a good man that protects lots of people ! Him and Hulk have done many good things to protect Earth and I won't let you hurt him !"

To your utter surprise, it's Dr Banner that replies spitefully.

" They caged me. They tracked me. They tortured me..Why would I ever protect them ?"

This..This can't be right. Doctor Banner loves people. He wants to help people. But then, Dr Banner screams and groans in agony. You want to kneel beside him to help, but the man suddenly tackles you to the ground as Dr Banner, now Hulk, throws a desk at you before jumping through a window. The last thing you see are the eyes of Dr Kaecilius before you black out.

Antman :

You wake up in a room you don't recognize and see Scott by your side. You smile in relief.

" Oh my God! I'm so glad to see you, Scott! You won't believe what happened ! One moment I'm in the lounge with everyone and then suddenly, I end up here and..What are you doing ?"

You notice that he has his hands inside a nearby cupboard and he suddenly stands up with his hands in the air.

" Oh. Oops. You got me. Guilty as charge. I was going to rob you but then I noticed that..well..you don't really have anything."

You ark an eyebrow. Scott ? Stealing ? This is new..

" Thank you..I think ?"

He then starts dancing and you frown in confusion.

" Humm..What are you doing now ?"

" Keeping you busy, darling."

You don't even have the time to understand what he means when you get hit on the back of the head by someone. You hear them running out of the house by the window, followed by another set of footsteps.

" Sh*t!"

It's the last thing you hear before blacking out completely.

Dr Strange :

You find yourself in a strange place where words seem to be floating around you. You can breathe and hear two people fighting not far from you. You get up and are shocked to see Dr Strange and Wanda..fighting ?! You don't have the time to think more about the situation when Wanda shouts.

" It's over ! Give up, Dr Strange ! I'm stronger than you will ever be !"

You crawl even closer to hear them better and try to understand the situation. Plus, who are you supposed to side with ?! However, the answer quickly comes as Strange let's out his best evil laugh before replying to Wanda in a threatening low voice.

" Maybe, but I will never tire. I can't say the same for you. I can keep dying and dying. But, there will be one time when you will be too tired to fight, and then, I'll kill you. This is how things are now, Witch ! You and me. Trapped in this moment. Endlessly."

She grits her teeths and starts shooting at him, trying to hit him. He only laughs while dodging every single one of her attacks. Suddenly, you lose your grip and fall right in the middle of the fight. They both look at you with widened eyes, surprised, as you get up and look at the both of them, unable to find your words.

" Who are you ?!"

Dr Strange finally yells and you turn towards him with an awkward smile.

" Ah ah. Funny you ask. My name is Y/N. And I come from a dimension where we are..friends ?"

He quickly checks your story and his eyes widen as he finds out that you are right. He wants to get to you, but Wanda puts herself in front of you defensively and Stephen frowns, clearly annoyed.

" Move, Witch. This has nothing to do with you."

But she refuses and Strange sighs loudly.

" Fine. I'll delay your death, for now."

He then clicks his fingers together and you find yourself on Earth. Wanda looks back at you to make sure you are alright, but you black out.

Bucky :

You don't even have the time to understand what's going on that Bucky is standing in front of you with a slight smirk.

" Hello doll..Mind if I borrow you for a second ?"

You don't have the time to answer that he takes you by the arm and points the head of his gun against your head.

" Get out of there, Loki ! Or I kill them !"

To your surprise, Loki gets out from underneath a car and raises his hands in surrender.

" Don't do it, Bucky. Let the human go.."

But Bucky doesn't and only digs the end of his gun further against your skull, painfully.

" I don't know..Depends. Are you willing to give me what I want ?"

Loki looks at you for a second before sighing in defeat and taking out a bright blue cube from underneath his cloak.

" Give me the human, and it's yours."

You bite your lower lip. Is it a nightmare ?! Loki is actually bargaining your life for the tesseract ?! He smiles reassuringly at you and you can't help but smile back..Even though Bucky is still threatening you with a gun.

" Give me the tesseract..and I'll consider it."

Loki takes a shaky breath before walking towards him with the tesseract in his hand. Suddenly, he stops and smirks at Bucky.

" Catch."

He then throws the Tesseract in the air and Bucky pushes you forwards to catch the tesseract. Loki catches you and whispers to you.

" Hold on."

To your biggest surprise, he gets out Mjölnir and summons a portal to get out of here. You look at Bucky that catched..nothing. The tesseract was a false and he glares at Loki that only winks in response. He lets out a scream of rage and starts running towards you, but you disappear before he can reach you.

Thor :

You smile when you recognize Thor and run towards him. However, you quickly slow down when you see his sour face. He continues to advance menacingly towards you with Stormbreaker in his hand. You quickly understand that something is wrong and throw yourself on the floor as he uses Stormbreaker to throw lightning at you. To your greatest horror, it hits some SHIELD agents behind you. You turn towards Thor with tears in your eyes as you scream.

" Thor ! What's happening to you ?!"

He doesn't answer you, he just uses his thunder to grab some SHIELD agents and throw them away. Your eyes widen as he seems to be on a murder rampage. You try to get to him, but someone does it first. You can't believe your eyes when you see Hella with tears in her eyes.

" Thor ! Brother ! Please ! Stop this nonsense at once !"

But he doesn't listen to her and grabs his axe to attack her. He isn't himself..and so isn't Hella. She just tried to save you ! And wasn't she dead ?! You are so confused and before you can really comprehend what's happening to you, you black out.

Captain America :

You find yourself in a deserted metro station and turn around to see..

" Oh thank God ! Captain, can you explain what's going on ?!"

But Steve stays quiet and you quickly notice that something is definitely wrong..He is looking threateningly at you and the way he moves makes you shiver in fear. You take a step back and this is when he asks coldly.

" Who are you ? And how do you know me ?"

This is when you know that this is not your Steve in front of you. It can't be..But then, another man appears that you don't recognize..He has long graceful blond hair and his whole appearance screams fantasy tale. He stands in front of you defensively and Steve automatically chuckles darkly in hatred.

" Ronan..I was wondering when you would show up.."

The blond man quickly looks back at you to check that you are alright before looking back at Rogers with a frown. Ronan..You had heard that name before..but where ?

" Surrender, Captain..Or you may regret it."

But Rogers doesn't listen to him and only whistles. An helicopter appears and Captain tauntingly waves goodbye before running outside and jumping to catch a rope. Ronan quickly runs after him. You try to get after them as well, but suddenly black out.

Falcon :

You see Falcon attacking some members of SHIELD and frown in confusion. Was there spies among your ranks ? You approach Falcon and start fighting by his side. However, at the end, he only glares at you before taking something that strangely looks like the tesseract..

" I'm taking this with me..I appreciate the help but, the tesseract is mine, cutie."

You frown..He had never called you cutie before. And if this is the tesseract, why sound so menacing when you would both bring it back to the tower ? However, you don't have the time to think more about it since you spot Zemo, looking down at Sam. You tackle Sam to the ground just in time as Zemo starts shooting at him. However, Sam suddenly pushes you out of him harshly and jumps out to fly away. You think it's like at training, you have to take his legs and you would both fly home..But when you jump and catch his legs, he seems surprised at first and then, gives you a hard glare before harshly stomping on your hands. You fall and scream. You close your eyes and try to contain your tears as the world goes black.

Hawkeye :

You don't have the time to truly process what's going on that you see an arrow lodge right in the eye of a SHIELD agent. You would recognize that arrow anywhere..

" Oh no..Hawkeye. What have you done ?"

You run in the direction of the arrow and find him, surrounded by many dead bodies. Your hand flies to your mouth so fast and you feel nauseous as Hawkeye turns towards you. His eyes are as cold as ice and they seem to pierce right through you.

" Well..That's a first..I missed one."

You are so shocked by his sudden change in behavior that you don't react when he walks towards you menacingly. He takes his bow and suddenly shoots an arrow at you, but a bright blue light runs in front of you stops the arrow. You automatically recognize..Quicksilver ? But..But that's impossible.

" Bet you didn't see that coming.."

He gets put his infamous line and you know, it's him. However, Hawkeye only chuckles darkly.

" As a matter of fact, I did."

Suddenly, the arrow exploses and sends Quicksilver flying against a wall. You immediately run by his side to check if he is still breathing and sigh in relief as you feel a pulse. You look up to see Hawkeye walking away and stand up to yell at him.

" What happened to you, Clint ?!"

Hawkeye stops dead in his tracks at his first name and turns around to look one last time at you. He narrows his eyes, as if he couldn't recognize you before running away. You want to get back to Quicksilver..But the world turns black.

Black Widow :

You end up in a sort of complex where you see multiple agents on the floor. You take out your own gun, wondering if an enemy had succeeded in entering..However, you are relieved to see Natasha walking towards you. You smile and want to ask if everything is alright, but she suddenly gets out two guns and starts shooting at you. You just have the time to jump out of the way. Your heartbeat quickens. Why is she shooting at you ?!

"Natasha! It's me! It's Y/N!"

But she doesn't seem to hear you..or to even recognize you. She just continues shooting until someone runs past you, avoiding all of her bullets with frightening agility. They start fighting each other and you are impressed by the other agent's fighting techniques. He is as or even better than Natasha ! His fighting skills are incredible. However, Natasha still manages to get the upper hand and throws a kick at his face that sends him flying. She then throws some kind of mini-bombs and you immediately put yourself on top of him. You didn't like using your powers, but you wouldn't let him die after he saved you life. You grow some kind of shell around you both. The bombs explode and when it's safe, you retract and get up. Natasha is gone and you have a knocked out agent on the floor..Great. However, you suddenly feel yourself blacking out and fall to the floor as well.

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darthkruge · 4 years

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Bellamy Blake Imagine ~ Reunited

Summary: (request) You were dating Bellamy up in the Ark and haven’t seen each other since you got locked up. Now that you’re back on the ground, you finally reunite.

Words: 1820

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, some language

a/n: I absolutely loved writing this. Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is something like what you had in mind <3

~ Italics symbolize flashbacks ~

You sigh as you wake up in your cell. Another fucking day of this torture. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you see the tear-stains on your cheeks and your matted hair. Ever since you got locked up all those months ago, you haven’t been sleeping. It was so fucking stupid. All you wanted was some extra medicine for your mother. She’d been sick for a while and the rations were spread too thin and she works so hard to help you, you thought you’d get away with it. But you tripped the alarm on your way out of med bay and the guards got to you before you even had a chance to say goodbye to her. Or him. Him.

Bellamy arrived at your door as you sat in the corner, reading one of the mythology stories he lent you. You immediately jumped up and ran into his arms. He chuckled, catching you against him as you wound your arms around each other.

“How was your shift?” You ask, knowing how hard he works as a guard.

“It was alright. I’m tired, though. They’ve been riding my ass lately, something about increasing security protocols. I don’t know.” He sighs, frustrated. You frown. You hate the pressure they put on him. You know he’s reliable and takes his job seriously, but that doesn’t mean they need to put all the responsibility on him.

He sees you upset and his gaze softens. He sighs gently. “I missed you, beautiful.”

Ever since you were locked away, you hoped one day he would show up at your cell. He hadn’t, but not for a lack of trying. You knew that he tried, every day to get to you, just to see you again and make sure you were okay. But the Ark had him on watch, afraid he would do something stupid like try and break you out. So they monitored him constantly. You were glad he at least had the sense to listen. The last thing you could bear is something happening to Bellamy.

“Holy shit, Y/N”

You gently bunched your fingers in the dress you were wearing. It was the only one you had and you weren’t used to wearing it. Nice clothing was such a luxury, you were amazed you had saved enough to even buy this semi-clean, hole-ridden one.

You looked down at yourself and fidgeted with your hands anxiously. “That bad?” You ask, cheeks heating up

“Oh, fuck, no! Babe, you look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible. But tonight you look really, really incredible.” Bellany was rambling. He hated that you didn’t see yourself the way he saw you and spent everyday helping you with your confidence.

You finally look up at him and smile, starting to believe his words. “Thank you, Bell” You whisper softly as he comes up next to you, gently grabbing your hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to them.

The hoard of guards took you out of your thoughts. Okay, what the fuck is going on? You only saw one guard a day and he brought you food twice, that was it. There were never five guards at once, barreling toward each cell. They break through your door, running toward you and harshly grabbing your arms. You frantically look at them, hoping Bellamy is one of them, but quickly realize he isn’t.

“What the fuck? What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!” You yell frantically, flailing and kicking as they drag you out of your cell. What if they’re going to float me? They might be overpopulated and need to get rid of the juveniles in the SkyBox. It wouldn’t be too far of a reach. Oh shit, what if something happened to my mom? Is that why they’re taking me out??

Eventually they bring you to a strange-looking ladder, leading up to who knows where. They harshly push you up, as more and more prisoners are filing in behind you. Getting lost in the crowd, you have no choice but to climb up and find yourself on a ship. You are pushed toward an empty seat and sit down, instinctively strapping yourself in. You try and calm your breathing, having no idea what’s about to happen to you. Looking around, you recognize some of your old classmates and others who were in the Sky Box with you. It gives you a small piece of comfort that they all seem as confused as you are.

You’re jolted from your seat as the ship takes off and realize you’re falling. You hear whispers and realize that holy shit, they’re sending you to the ground.

You hit the ground less-than-graciously and look down at the bracelet those guards must have strapped on you when they pulled you from your cell. Still confused, you move to stand up, your legs still shaky and breathing uneven from the complete stress of the day. You think about your mother and Bellamy, the two most important people in your life who you will probably never see again. You feel the tears rising up and fight to keep them at bay. This is now about survival and you won’t make it if you spend every day living in the past.

You almost pass out when you hear that voice. “If the air’s toxic we’re all dead anyway,” Someone says. And that voice could only belong to him. It could only ever be Bellamy’s. But how the hell is this even possible? He’s not here, he wasn’t in the skybox. Fuck your brain for playing tricks on you. You know you’ve been thinking about him constantly, but a hallucination is just plain cruel.

The doors open and everyone runs outside. They yell and scream, breathing in the air as they discover they survived. You walk out, hoping the air will clear your head, but you’re still having trouble. Because it can’t be him. Right?

Regardless, you need to see for yourself. You hastily push through the crowd and your knees almost give out when you see him. Your hand goes up to your mouth, eyes filling with tears as the raw emotion of seeing the love of your life for the first time in months hits you. He catches your eye and his face pales. He blinks, unsure if you’re real.

You run to him faster than you’ve ever moved before. You don’t care if you’re pushing someone over. You don’t care if you take up all the oxygen in the world. You don’t care if you die in two minutes, so long as you can touch him one more time. You don’t care about anything else but him, him, him.

You collide with his chest and jump up, legs wrapping around his strong frame. You bury your face in his neck, hot tears sliding down your face. His hands are grabbing your arms, your back, your hair as he feels you and realizes you’re really here. You pull back and so does he, breathless smiles and tears running down both your faces. His arms are now under your thighs, supporting you.

“I thought I would never see you again” You whisper, crying harder.

“Princess, you could never get rid of me that easy” He whispers back, pulling you closer than you previously thought was humanly possible.

He gently sets you down and you collapse into his chest, your head spinning.

“Fuck, I missed you” You say.

“I missed you too. God, I missed you. I tried to get to you, I promise I tried. I’m so sorry. They took you away and I didn’t know and I tried. Every day, every night, every second I wasn’t with Octavia or my mother I was looking for you. Even when I was with them, you were always with me. I- I should have been faster, I should have protected you. Y/N, please, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head quickly, “Bell, don’t blame yourself. Please, don’t do that to yourself. It was my choice to take that medicine, not yours. And I know you tried. Never for a second did I doubt you. And you were with me too. I couldn’t have made it through without keeping the hope alive that I would see you again. But then they took me and I thought I was going to die and I wasn’t going to say goodbye without telling you I loved you one more time.” Your voice breaks, the emotion overtaking you.

Bellamy’s heart shatters. He’s always hated seeing you cry, seeing the pain you’re going through. All he ever wanted to do was make it better. “Hey, hey, hey. Baby, it’s okay now. I’m here and you’re here and we’re okay. Y/N we're on Earth and we’re alive. That’s pretty fucking incredible”

“Leave it to us, huh?” You say, laughing gently.

He smiles and kisses you, deep and strong. Once again, the world fades and it’s just the two of you. You breathe into each other and pour everything into the kiss. All the feelings of doubt, pain, hurt, love, hope, happiness, and relief of the last months are desperately conveyed into this one, single embrace.

You pull away and look at him, worried.

He looks at you quizzically. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, God, nothing. I have everything I could possibly want. But it’s just hitting me. Bell, what are we going to do? We’re just a bunch of kids, criminals, on Earth. There’s no society, no rules, no food, no shelter, no water. How are we going to survive?” You say, brain scrambling at about a million thoughts a second.

He places his hands on your shoulders, comforting, but firm. Whenever you started to fall into an overthinking spiral, Bellamy grounded you.

“Hey, hey. Breathe with me. It will be okay. We’ll figure it out, it’s what we’ve always done. Y/N, you’re brilliant. I’m sure you’ll come up with wonderful ideas to help us. You always do. And we have survival instincts. It may not look like it now, but I believe in this group. We’re going to need each other to survive and I think they’ll realize that.”

You look at him, feeling slightly better. He always knows what to say to put your mind at ease. You smile, realizing that since you found each other you haven’t kept your hands off each other. Literally. Ever since you ran to him that one time, you’ve been touching. You look at his hands which have now traveled to your arms as he gently caresses them. You softly press your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as you look at him.

“You are going to be a brilliant leader”

“And I will have the most amazing person in the world right next to me.”

“Obviously. I’m not letting you get all the glory, Blake.”

“I would expect nothing less, L/N.”

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topazy · 3 years

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The Fierce And Broken

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You woke to the mumbling noise of others talking. With a groan you sat up, whining at the pain you felt in your stomach.

You recognized the voices as Clarke, Bellamy, Raven and Octavia. You couldn’t make everything they were saying out, but Octavia was angry. Slowly you spun your legs around so they were dangling off the edge of the table, crouching slightly so you could hear better. A couple of words stood out more than others ‘bomb’ ‘Lincoln’ ‘Anya’ Who were these people? You could hear Raven’s voice getting louder.

“I’m not having this conversation again. I did what I had to.”

The moment your feet touched the ground you instantly regretted trying to stand up. You stumbled forward with a loud thumb, alerting the others to your presence. The hitch to the room opened, and you saw a head of black hair moving quickly. It was Octavia. She wrapped her arms around and squeezed tightly. “Oh my god Alba, you gave me such a fright.”

You hugged her back. “O, I’m okay. I promise.”

She pulled back from the hug, and you could see the tears in her eyes. “I thought you were going to die...I really did.”

You opened your mouth to ask Octavia about the grounder that stabbed you, but quickly closed it when Clarke came up the ladder.

With a frown she helped you stand up. “Hey, I don’t want you bursting those stitches.”

“Nice to see you as well Clarke.”

Clarke’s frown softened, “how do you feel?”

You paused before answering her question, because you honestly had no idea what you felt. The memory of what happened to you was hazy. You remembered being stabbed, because you pushed Finn out of the way. Finn. “How’s Finn?”

Clarke glanced over at Octavia before answering. “He’s fine, now.”

“What do you mean now? Did he get stabbed as well?”

Octavia stood by you and squeezed your hand. “You are both okay now, that’s what matters. The blade was poisoned. It caused you and Finn to both have seizures.”

Clarke sighed, “Finn didn’t get stabbed, but he had a cut on his hand and somehow got the poison in it.”

This didn’t make any sense. If you and Finn were fine, why did they both look miserable? “How long have I been out for?”

“Long enough.” Clarke shook her head, “After I check your stitches, I’m sure Octavia will fill you in what’s been going on.”

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Your eyes nearly popped out of your head with the information Octavia had told you. Finn and Lincoln had set up a peace meeting that resulted in a war starting. Bellamy and Clarke had found weapons. Raven had managed to communicate with the ark. Murphy was back. Octavia explained how the grounders used him as a weapon to spread a virus around the camp, and they had blown up the bridge to try and give them more time. Something else had gone, your friend was holding back.

“O, I need to ask you something. You might think I’m crazy, but I’m so sure of it.”

Octavia stared at you nervously, she nodded her head. “Yeah?”

You spoke quietly so nobody else could hear what you were about to say. “The grounder that stabbed me...I don’t think he wanted to hurt me.”

“He didn’t.” Octavia let out a deep sigh, “I need to tell you something, so please don’t hate me. I let the Lincoln...the grounder who stabbed you escape.”

You were confused. “Escape from where?”

“Here.” She said waving her arms around the room. It suddenly occurred to you that they wouldn’t have carried you to the top floor of the drop-ship straight away. “Bellamy and his gang of thugs brought him back here for information. When Lincoln didn’t talk they began torturing him. I was afraid they would kill him...so once I got what I needed I helped him go.”

Octavia pulled up her sleeve to reveal the cut on her arm, you leaned in closer to inspect it. “O, what did you do?”

“Lincoln wasn’t going to give us the antidote, but I trusted he wouldn’t let me die so I cut my arm with the same blade he stabbed you with.” She paused, “Lincoln saved my life before. He blew the fog horn that stopped the other grounders from killing you.” Of course, it was starting to make sense. “He never wanted to hurt you. He asks me all the time if you are awake, he wants to apologize.” You had no words. Nobody had ever done anything like that for you before. You pulled Octavia into a hug that surprised her. “I thought you would be mad at me.”

You shook your head. “I’m not mad Octavia, I’m really proud of you.” You pulled back from the hug to point at her arm. “You did that to save me and Finn. And I’m glad you helped him escape.”

Octavia smiled at you. “I was so scared you’d hate me Al, I dunno what I do if I’d lose you.”

You shook your head with a slight chuckle, “is there anything else I need to know?”

Octavia shrugged, “probably. But my mind has gone blank.”

You looked out the window into the camp below. Everything looked normal, as if nothing ever happened. “Fancy helping me get down them ladders? I know Clarke said I should stay up there until she gets back from hunting, but I’m so bored.”

“Pissing off the princess? Now that I can help you with.”

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After a while Octavia went off to see Lincoln, and you promised to cover for her if anybody asked. You spoke to Monty and Jasper briefly, who filled you in on the whole camp getting high after eating some nuts.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Raven stepping out of her tent. She had a wide smile on her face as she hugged you. “I’m so glad you are okay!”

“Thanks Raven.” You stepped back, “I told you I’d keep your boy safe.”

A look of sadness washed over Raven’s face, something was wrong. She must have sensed you were going to ask because she shook her head. “I’m fine honestly. I just can’t thank you enough, Finn probably would have died if it wasn’t for you.”

Raven blinked away the tears in her eyes, “I better get back to work.”

“Are you sure? Whatever is going on you can tell me.”

She nodded. “Thanks, I just-” you followed her gaze to Finn, who was standing laughing with Clarke. Oh. “I just need to get back to making more bullets.”

You felt guilty for not following her, but the best thing to do was let her have time to herself. It couldn’t have been easy watching the person you love loving someone else. The feeling of a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind took you off guard. All the hugging was starting to hurt.

You chuckled, “who’s squeezing me now?”

The person spun you around to face them. Murphy. Tears started to spill from the corners of your eyes. You never thought you’d see him again. In typical Murphy fashion, he pouted when he saw your tears. “Are you disappointed that I’m back? No need to cry-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, it wasn’t a passionate kiss. It was soft and gentle. Pulling back from him you smiled, “I’m so glad you are alive Murphy, I heard about the grounders.”

He looked down at you, “yeah. I don’t know who hates me more, the people in the camp or outside it.”

You took his hand. “Come on, you can tell me about it while I check you over.”

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“Ouch!”

“Don’t be a baby, give me your hand.”

You had been pouring leftover alcohol onto Murphy’s fingernails to make sure they weren’t going to get infected. Clarke obviously hadn’t given him the once over because he still had a couple of deep cuts that needed to be stitched up.

“Thanks,” you glanced up at Murphy. “I mean it Alba, nobody else even looks at me. They all think I’m a traitor.”

You frowned, “I’m glad you told them. If not they would have killed you.”

“Maybe I’d be better-”

“No!” You snapped, knowing where he was going with this. “Don’t say that! Don’t even think about it! I’d be lost without you Murphy, and you might not think it now but things will get better someday. For all of us.”

Murphy tilted his head to the side and brushed a stay tear that had fallen down your cheek. He had made some really bad judgment calls since landing on the ground, but you knew Murphy was a good guy. He just had a tough start in life.

“So, did you have a welcome party waiting for you to wake up?”

You appreciated Murphy changing the subject, a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “I...I fell off the bed,” you laughed. “I tried to stand up but it didn’t work. Octavia rushed up to see me, then Clarke came to check on my stitches...oh and I spoke to Raven.” Murphy pulled a face at your comment. “What?”

“I’m guessing your new BFF didn’t tell you how things went down with the grounder? I mean...I know I wasn’t here but I’ve heard things. And shit, she got dark.”

“Octavia already told me about Bellamy torturing Lincoln...I...wait, when you said ‘she’ do you mean Raven?” Murphy nodded. “Raven helped torture the grounder?”

“I heard she shocked him with wires.”

You were lost for words. You didn’t know Raven that well, but you assumed she wouldn’t have stooped to that level. Wait...Finn. She did it for somebody she loved. “No, O never mentioned it.”

Murphy suddenly stood up, “what was that?” You turned to look in his direction to the flaps of the tent, and shrugged. “I thought I saw somebody was standing there.”

“Probably just the wind.”

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When night fell most of the delinquents gathered around the fire. A few couples strayed to have some privacy, while others stayed and got drunk. You twiddled with a piece of thread that was coming from your top. Trying to process so many things at once was hard, and it was starting to give you a headache.

Sighing, you said goodnight to Monty, Jasper and Octavia, and headed towards your tent. As you approached your tent you noticed movement inside it. Shit. Gulping down you reached for the gun tucked into the back of your trousers. Bellamy would no doubt freak if he saw you with it, but having it close made you feel safe. You slowly pushed open the flaps to the tent with one hand, while clicking the safety off with the other. The light was dim but you could make out the figure of someone sitting on your bed.

“Raven?” She jumped to her feet, and gave you an alarmed look when noticed the gun in your hand. “What are you doing in the dark? I could have shot you.”

“Sorry...I Just needed to talk to you, and I didn’t know where you were.”

You sighed, “it’s fine.” You tucked the gun underneath your bed and flung some dirty clothes on top of it. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“I came by to see how you were feeling earlier when I heard you and Murphy talking. I-he told you what I did.”

You sat down on the bed, and kicked off your boots. “Raven, I don’t agree with it. But I’m also not judging.”

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” Raven’s voice broke as she spoke, it was the first time you had ever seen her so vulnerable. You shook your head. “How can you be so nice all the time? Isn’t it exhausting?”

You let out a snort of laughter at her comment. “I’m not, trust me. I’m just trying to make the best of a bad situation.”

Raven joined you on the bed, “what do you mean?”

“I’m just trying to enjoy my freedom until the rest of the ark comes down. I imagine many of us won’t be pardoned of our crimes and will either get floated or locked up again.”

Even in the dark you could see the brunette’s eyebrows coming together in a frown. “Well the ark would just need to get through me first.”

“I’m sure Jaha will be shaking.” You chuckled, before noticing the look on Raven’s face. “Is there anything else going on?”

“From the moment I landed I knew something was different. Finn...he doesn’t look at me the way he used to, he looks at her like that instead.” her? It took you a few seconds to catch on to what she was talking about. “They had sex not long after they came down here.”

You knew Finn had feelings for Clarke, but never realised how far they had taken things.“I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

Raven began to sob. “I feel so stupid! I risked my life to come down here to be with Finn, and the whole time he was sleeping with somebody else. What makes it worse is he hid it from me.”

You admired Raven for being so strong, she was heartbroken but still used her amazing brain to help the rest of the camp out.

She turned to face you, “I’d hate to impose...but I really don’t want to see him right now.”

You smiled at her, “you can stay in here whenever you want.”

Raven thanked you before you both got comfortable in the bed. You spent the rest of the night talking before falling asleep.

#the 100 #Raven Reyes #raven reyes x reader #raven reyes imagine #Raven Reyes/reader #Raven Reyes x oc #slow romance #slow burn #the 100 x oc #the 100 season one #the 100 imagine #the 100 fandom #the 100 fanfiction #Raven Reyes/you #John Murphy #Octavia Blake #grounders #Lincoln #clarke griffin

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teacup-crow · 3 years

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Distress, Disarray

Post (or mid?) S5E40 The Room Where it Happens (see what I did with the title there? It’s like half 12 on a school night and this was a very quick piece cut me some slack)

For the Panic Attack prompt from @badthingshappenbingo. Sam and Five deal with the mission’s events. 5am hurt/comfort. CW panic attack, aftermath of canonical violence, fun times had by all

Sam hadn’t been through Abel in almost nine months; Five had somehow forgotten that. Together, they staggered past crowds of raucous, celebrating townsfolk, half of them trying to slap Sam on the back and the other half still giving Five glares of suspicion. Five glared back. Let them think what they like. Nosy arseholes, the lot of them.

Sam was walking slowly, limping a little. His ankle seemed to be swollen. The residue from the gunshot made his hands sparkle. The whip slash on the side of his face bled freely.

“We should get you back to Maxie,” Five signed one-handed, not wanting to shift the other arm that was taking half his weight.

“I’ve got to see it,” is all he managed to say with gritted teeth.

They continued on through the township, which was waking up and stretching, coming to life again after a long slumber. In their peripheral vision Five saw Tom and Jody, herding people out of the prison block, blinking into the sunlight, an emaciated redhead in Tom’s arms. Cameo. Five swung Sam away before he caught a glimpse and took the slightly longer route, past the schoolhouse. Children were playing tag in the quad, voices ringing out brightly as they bickered. There were still bloodstains on the cobbles, splattered on the hopscotch. Maybe children always were resilient, even before the apocalypse. It was hard to remember.

“Nearly there,” Five said, their voice gruff as ever. He nodded, and gripped them tighter, his grime-caked nails digging into their skin. The comms shack, suddenly in view, was little more than a reinforced lean-to and had been largely ignored since the Ministry coup.

“They boarded up the windows,” Sam noted, his voice oddly empty. Five popped the door open with a swift kick, and snapped on the lightswitch. The bulb flickered, and died. They eased Sam into his old chair, and dug the torch out of their pack.

The shack was never that tidy before, but now papers were strewn everywhere, trampled and in disarray. A thick layer of dust covered the desk. The computers and other equipment had been torn out, aside from Sam’s spare headphones, the ones more gaffa tape than plastic, which still sat there right where he left them. Those were the ones he was wearing when they first met; the ones he had on when he first begged them to come home. Now, the left side housed a small spider that peered out at them with disdain.

Other knick-knacks - a twisted piece of ice-cream tower steel made paperweight, a sketch someone had made of little Sara, a conch shell Five had found at the beach that only shimmered in moonlight - lay scattered on the floor. Five knelt and gathered them together, only standing at the sudden sound of percussion.

“Sam?”

His blackened eyes were glassy. He drummed his clammy fingers on the desk, his breaths growing tight and sharp.

“Sam. I need you to breathe with me.”

They were never usually on this side of the equation. They perched on the desk, like they always used to, swinging their legs round to face him, posing a substantial risk to his cup of tea whenever they did so. This time, there was nothing to narrowly miss. They took his hands, and breathed slowly in, and held it, two, three, four…

“Five?”

“I’m here. I’m here. It’s okay.”

“I killed him.”

“He was already dead,” they soothed, the words creaking out of their damaged throat, every one an effort. But they’d be damned if they let go of him now.

“I said all those things about, about us being good and better and… until it happened, I thought I wanted him dead, Five. I’ve never wanted to kill anyone like that. Not even Van Ark. Not even when they stole Sara, I never...”

Five knew - had always known - that he was so much better than they’d ever be. They had been prepared to tear Ian limb from limb, to bite, to claw eyes and soft flesh. They felt like a more primal creature, a pure form of rage, whereas Sam was calm, and gentle, and merciful, and righteous. They pressed their lips to his fluffy hair in a kiss, and felt the damp of blood and sweat.

He was trembling with laughter. Shock. Five had seen it countless times in their Runners, been there countless times themself.

“And I still don’t understand why, not really, he was just a normal bloke… I think that’s why it feels so… he wasn’t some supervillain, he was just a normal bloke, and he…”

He stopped, his gasps still shallow, his heart thudding and visible in his chest. Five tugged at the hem of his shirt, raising an eyebrow, and when he didn't react, they tentatively lifted it. The bruising was beginning to show, now, a couple hours later, stripes of black and violet and mauve. They shut their eyes but could still see it, Sam screaming again in their ear but out of their reach.

“Rory? Don’t you start crying, or I’ll start crying, and then where will we be?”

Their name always sat so softly on his tongue. They’d never prefer it to Five, but still, hearing it was a tender, whispered secret. They wanted nothing more than to slide into his lap, to wrap their arms around him, but touching him would only exacerbate the pain. So they remained, holding on tight to his knuckles, forehead pressed to his, breathing, breathing, breathing until their hearts beat as one

#zombies run #zr #zrs5 spoilers #bad things happen bingo #Sam Yao #runner five #5am #hurt/comfort #rory jeavons

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inmyownlaine · 3 years

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Cages: John Murphy x OC Fanfiction

GIF//

SPOILERS: If you have not finished the series proceed with caution!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1664

Chapter: Two

Summary: After falling asleep, Aerie wakes up to a foreign source of light. The sudden disturbance of peace causes underlying issues to come to the surface. Murphy steps in, making matters worse.

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Aerie didn’t remember falling asleep. Murphy was rolled up in a ball, turned away from her. She rubbed her eyes carefully, trying her best to keep the sand out. It was still dark, the sun nowhere in sight.

She loved mornings like these. The ones where it seemed like everything was asleep, even the earth itself. Where she could disconnect from reality and imagine herself in another universe. Aerie could encounter a million mornings like this and still feel the same exact way: completely at peace.

Aerie began to stretch out, her back craned with her chest pushing towards the stars. As she tilted her neck back, preparing to loosen the cramped muscles, a sudden flash of light exploded against the indigo sky. She straightened herself immediately, leaning forwards and scrambling to her knees.

She was no astronomer. She wouldn’t even consider herself knowledgeable about space. But she knew enough to reasonably conclude that this was no shooting star. It’s lasting glow remained in the sky as it slowly traveled to the ground, dipping and diving over the uneven terrain.

It was something foreign. Maybe even magic.

Eyes wide with horror and mouth clamped with fear, she nudged Murphy awake.. He groaned aloud and flopped on his back, sticking his arms straight up in the air. “What?” he grumbled, sounding eerily similar to a moody teenager.

Aerie didn’t even have to reply. Through closed eyelids, Murphy saw the incoming brightness. He threw his arm over his face, providing very little shade from the beam. “Aerie?” he yelled, almost as if he expected her to have any answers.

Of course, she didn’t. Rooted to her spot, she squinted in the light’s direction, curiosity taking over her better instincts. Though she had never seen anything like this, it felt familiar to her. As if she had experienced this herself.

“What are you doing?” Murphy’s arm latched onto her forearm, tugging with enough force to move her a couple inches in the sand. It was then she realized how dire the situation was, clambering to her feet and retreating with Murphy back to the huts.

The commotion caused the rest of the group to come outside. They were clearly feeling the same way as Aerie: frightened, yet curious. Just as things were feeling safe, another freak phenomenon had to ruin what they were building.

“What’s going on?” Raven questioned, ponytail swinging from side to side as she frantically tried to look at everyone at once.

“Run!” Clarke replied, ignoring Raven completely and entering survival mode.

They had only gotten to the edge of the sand when the light stopped above the sea foam. It levitated before slowly descending to the ground. Everyone stopped, clinging onto one another for support. If this was going to end in war, they were going to fight it together.

The beam started to dissipate, resembling that of a tamed firework. Sparkles of gold and yellow swirled in a cylindrical pattern before finally coming together to form a silhouette. They started disappearing at the top, moving downwards as a body took its place. First a mop of curly brown hair, then a dark pair of eyes, warm enough to thaw the heart of any villain, outsider, or wrongdoer.

Aerie watched in awe as a man with a white robe stood in front of them, seemingly calm and inquisitive. It was a look she didn’t get to see much. He was always worried about protecting his friends and being the perfect leader. It was nice, for a change, to see him in a state of tranquility. No matter how anyone felt about his newfound beliefs.

“Bellamy,” Octavia whispered, face contorting into disbelief and sadness. Echo took a step towards him, but stopped herself after the first one.

He gave a small smile, nodding in her direction. It had been a long time since any of them had seen Bellamy. Aerie could sense the tension radiating from Clarke. The last time she was with Bellamy, she tried to kill him. Aerie questioned why he would return to a group of people that was so hostile towards him.

“Why did you come back?” Echo asked.

“Now you can’t transcend,” Aerie added. She knew that he wanted it more than anything. She remembered the look in his eyes when she left him last. It was full of hope that had been drained from his body long ago. Aerie was one of few that decided not to take that away from him.

“You can’t,” he corrected, hands folded patiently in front of his stomach. “You were saved by grace. But I believed.”

“So, what? You’re going to come here and rub it in our face?” Clarke retorted, arms crossed across her chest.

Bellamy wasn’t fazed. Instead, he stared at her deeply with his dark brown eyes. Lips pursed together calmly, studying the nature of a person that had lost everything. He knew it wasn’t personal.

“Madi is fine.”

Clarke’s lower lip began to tremble as she fell backwards, grabbing onto Murphy’s shoulder. He placed his arm around her lower back, eyes wide with surprise. Carefully, Murphy lowered Clarke to the ground as tears fell from her eyes.

“In fact, I would say she’s thriving. No more war. No more fear. It’s the perfect place for her.”

Aerie knew Clarke disagreed. The perfect place for Madi, in Clarke’s eyes, was with her. Yetshe couldn’t afford to be selfish. Madi didn’t have a life on Earth. There were no children for her to socialize with. There was nothing to help her grow. She would be the only human her age in a world of terror.

“And I forgive you,” Bellamy spoke, nodding towards Clarke.

“I don’t need your forgiveness,” she spat, the corners of her mouth pulling down towards her chin. “If anything, you are the one that needs redemption. I lost everything because of you. Everything!”

The birds scattered from the trees as she wailed aloud. Everyone standing had a story to tell. No one’s life was easy. But Clarke’s seemed to trump them all.

Aerie lost her parents in seconds, along with most of Skaikru when the Ark fell from orbit. She still wasn’t over it, and never truly would be, but at least her father wasn’t floated. And at least her partner wasn’t murdered. And at least her mother’s body wasn’t stolen. And at least she was able to transcend. The atrocities continued on for Clarke Griffin.

“Whether you do or don’t, just know you have it.”

“Out of all the things I want to have,” Clarke scoffed, “your good graces are not on my list.”

With that, she pushed herself off the sand and headed towards the forest line. Bellamy’s fingertips pulled towards her, but the rest of him remained. Raven chased after Clarke, calling her name as they disappeared into the trees. Silence fell as the rest of the group shared awkward glances with one another.

“Why are you here?” Echo finally asked. The sockets of her eyes were flushed pink, holding back a flurry of emotions. She made it perfectly clear how upset she was with Bellamy the first week Skaikru spent together. She couldn’t believe how he could betray the people loved.

But beneath all that rage, she was mostly hurt. Hurt that he chose faith over her. That she wasn’t his main priority in a world where everything was uncertain. In a time where everyone needed each other to get through. She felt used.

“I have unfinished business,” he stated simply. Bellamy’s head dropped, but beneath hooded lids, his eyes fixated on Aerie. Octavia noticed this immediately, a cackle escaping her lips.

“Of course,” she jaunted, throwing her hands in the air. “You came for your savior. Not your sister. Not your girlfriend. Her.”

Aerie scoffed in response, insulted by the obvious venom Octavia was spitting. She had every right to feel upset, but not at Aerie’s expense.

A tear trickled down Echo’s cheek as she bit the inside of her cheek. Fearing loss of control, she spun around and ran to her hut. Bellamy’s mouth opened, a silent battle raging in his head. He wasn’t allowed to love. It made him weak. It clouded his judgement.

It didn’t matter. The door slammed behind her, shutting him out for the time being.

“Save it, big brother,” Octavia grumbled.

“Knock it off, Octavia,” Murphy spoke up. It caused Aerie to tense up. She forgot he was standing beside her. Come to think of it, she forgot there was a whole crowd of people watching the dramatic scene.

“What? My own brother comes back to earth and instead of wanting to see me, he wants Aerie.”

“Well if I were Bellamy I would probably avoid you, too,” Murphy countered. “Who was the one that supported Clarke’s decision?”

She charged at him, but Levitt wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her back as she yelled profanities at Murphy. He wasn’t the least bit fazed. Instead, he stood in front of her, arms crossed defiantly across his chest. Octavia continued to kick around in an attempt to free herself.

“Are you done yet?” Murphy asked, unamused.

Octavia let out a blood-curdling scream. It was something she had gotten particularly good at after becoming Bloodreina. There were a lot of awful events that spawned from that moment in time, but she did learn how to let out a gruesome battle cry.

Indra stepped in between the two, signalling for Gaia to help Levitt take her away. She did so immediately, trying to comfort her in the process. “It doesn’t matter!” Octavia yelled. “Bellamy died a long time ago! He died!”

Bellamy’s face scrunched together, an expression of anguish easy to see. He didn’t let it linger, relaxing his muscles quickly before addressing Aerie. “Is there somewhere we can go? To talk?”

“Yeah,” Aerie answered, already leading the way. Bellamy trailed behind, leaving the others to gossip among themselves.

“You and I have a lot to discuss.”

#john murphy #writing #the100 #love #john murphy fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #john murphy imagine #john murphy x oc #john murphy fanfiction #john murphy fic

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pathofcomets · 3 years

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soldier, keep on marching on (3)

fandom: mass effect andromeda

pairing: (eventual) jaal/ryder

summary: Sara Ryder will replay that moment before she died for the first time many times afterwards.

playlist: spotify

Sara didn’t image that mourning a death will take so many celebrations. Doctor Carlyle takes her through the basics regarding her new connection with SAM, a voice now ever-present, experiences always shared. But the Nexus staff – her bosses now, she thinks – are quick to celebrate the new Pathfinder and the return of the human ark. She sits through the speeches, feeling her skin crawl with how much she despises everything. She wants to curl up in her dad’s bed and cry. Scott has still not woken up. Cora is upset with her now, over a situation she had no say in. She gets it though: working your entire life for something, and see a good-at-nothing fledgling take over instead.

And she hates Foster Addison, with her cutting words and the superiority complex that has no backing. Director Tann at least knows his limits and apologizes when he’s wrong, though he seems to keep an air of superiority that irks Sara more than the direct aggression of his human counterpart. Kandros is too busy with his teams to pay too much attention to her, though he is nice whenever she passes by his office. Kesh though, Kesh could become a friend, because she is the only one who takes the leftover Ryder seriously. Like someone who is here to get things done, as much as anyone else.

Of course, Sara has not been trained for any of this. But she is her father’s daughter, and when thrown in the midst of Eos with only a new crew that she has no idea how to make her friends, she picks up her gun and carries on. She takes Vetra and Cora – one because she has no idea what she’s capable of, and the other because she knows exactly what she’s capable of. There’s still some stiffness and awkwardness between them, but in the middle of a battle, it won’t matter.

It goes away when the Pathfinder jumps in the middle of a battle, her shields trembling all around her as bullets fly off, trusting her team to have her back. Later on, Vetra will attribute it to the fact that she’s never been in actual combat – just the training on the Citadel. Because Sara Ryder has no regard for her well-being, accepting chips in her armour if it gets her closer to a clean head-shot. Adrenaline junkie like her father and brother, Cora will say. But for Sara, this is just the way she knows how to fight: straight through the enemy lines, no pain no gain. And because the others are the veteran fighters, they learn to accommodate the erratic battle style of their Pathfinder. In the middle of a battle, the only thing that matters if they end up alive on the other side.

“You fight like that; you win the battle. Not sure if you’ll last to see the entire war through, though,” Vetra chastises when they’re going through broken armours and containers.

“It’s the only way I know how,” Sara replies, but so frustrated that she is close to tears.

She loved sniper training, once, when she was young: but when enemies drop from the air, when beasts are unleashed on her, she can do nothing but hope she has enough bullets in her gun and shoot. She has no idea how to properly fight, her body just goes on auto-pilot, survival being the only thing that matters. That she’s brimming with anger, which numbs the cut of the bullets or the itch of a bite, then that’s the bonus.

Still, her fighting is no more erratic than that of Nackmor Drack. He’s a legend between his people, SAM lets her know – and apparently an acquaintance of Vetra. Sara knows, immediately, that she wants to fight by this man’s side, though he is wary of the Initiative. She understands why, because after seeing the state of the Nexus, she wouldn’t want to be associated with it either. Too bad she has no choice in the matter, their insignia over her suit, her ship flying in their name.

The truth is, Sara is not doing anything in the name of the Initiative, but in that of her family. Whatever the Pathfinder may mean for the Nexus, for humanity – for her it’s the last few links she has with her dead parents and her comatose brother. She pushes forward, fighting Remnant and Kett alike because if she’d stop, the Ryder name would not go on, all the work of her parents would be for nothing. She cannot let that happen now, on the other side of the universe, when they tried so hard to make it happen in the first place, when they threw away not their own life, but that of their children as well. Her mother died because of her work, not before she had her son born with biotics. Her father died for his work, not before passing over his title and responsibilities to his daughter. They were always making sure to share things equally between the twins.

If Scott were to wake up, he’d say it’s not fair that she’s got a head start, while he is still sleeping. Sara closes her eyes against the churning sun, in the middle of the desert, and tries not to think how far away a world in which she heard his voice is. Then she fights more Remnant, preparing to start up vaults and terraform worlds.

She’s pretty sure that’s not in the job description. She’s pretty sure she’s not even being paid for this job. But she has no choice. If she stops to question it, if she stops from running around, listening to SAM, uncovering the secrets of the Andromeda galaxy, then no one else will survive. This is a life and death matter, for four different species.

Why on Earth did Alec Ryder think that his historian daughter would be fit for this? Even her schooling is nothing compared to Peebe’s bright curiosity – and she allows her to join them in revving up the Remnant technology because SAM cannot know absolutely everything, only guess.

She remembers the dust, coming to swallow up intruders, and as she runs for the door, air burning her lungs, stinging at her eyes, Sara Ryder loses herself inside her own mind. Her body works on its own, at saving her, and she crushes into Vetra’s hard shell when finally, the door closes shut behind them, rendering them safe. She rubs at her nose, silently accepts Cora’s outstretched arm to stabilize herself.

She has run away from something like this once before. She lost her father to it. In her gaze, the others can read this painful truth, and know that wherever the Pathfinder is right now, it’s not here with them anymore.

SAM’s voice is soothing inside her brain, familiar enough not to panic her even further, but firm enough that she snaps out of it. Of course, they managed to terraform Eos. It’ll take months, years, maybe even decades before the effects will show, but the planet is now habitable. The sun won’t burn off layers of skin anymore, though the desert heat remains almost unbearable, the mind playing tricks in the scorching rays.

“An outpost?” Cora asks, because that’s the actual Pathfinder procedure, that’s what they’ve been sent out to do, at the end of the day.

The rest is just making sure the people she’s sending out won’t die anymore.

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #sara ryder #jaal ama darav #me: andromeda #cora harper #nakmor drack #soldier keep on marching on

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years

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Banished (Part 49)

~Banished~

Word Count: 11K (Someone stop me, I have a problem)

~Master~

*Based off episode 4x04 of the 100, A Lie Guarded*

Previously...

You snapped your head to her, not stopping the tears as Clarke swallowed back her fears. “Ok.” She began. “Ok…. I think- I think your dad was infertile before you were conceived. I think- I don’t think your dad is your real father.” You didn’t know what to do, you could only stand there listening to Clarke tell you the one thing you were absolutely terrified of. Clarke’s heart ached for you. “I’ll get my mom. She’ll know.” You didn’t feel yourself let go of Clarke, but suddenly she was gone and you were all alone. You could feel your breathing start to increase, your head spinning as you feel to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest and letting out every sob you can that racked through your body. You couldn’t breathe, but you couldn’t focus on that because there was one thought rushing through your head.

Who the hell were you?

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It had been a few days since you found out the truth about your identity. Well, the truth putting it lightly. Clarke had gone and gotten her mother just like she said, and when they came back you were right where Clarke had left you, tears dried on your face as Abby kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N? Y/N, look at me.” She took her flashlight, shining into your eyes to see you were responsive, which in Abby’s eyes was great. “Y/N? Can you hear me?” She started snapping in front of your face and shortly you were becoming aware, your breathing speeding up as you squirmed. She put her hand on your cheek, getting you to look at her as she tried to calm you.

“I’m fine!” You screamed out, burying your head in your knees. Abby took a step back, giving you space as Clarke watched you with worry.

“Y/N?” Clarke asked as you slowly uncurled yourself, remaining on the ground as you looked at the Griffin’s standing above you.

“Show her.” You whispered, your throat hurting a little from your last outburst. Clarke nodded, picking up the tablet that laid on the ground next to you. Her mom was furrowing her brows as she looked between you and tablet, unaware of the secret you had just learned. As soon Clarke had the file pulled up again Abby took the device, reading over the words. “He’s not my dad.” You told her as your eyes locked on the ground. She didn’t say anything, opting to stay quiet as she turned around. You took a deep breath, pushing yourself up onto your already shaking legs. “Abby. Did you know?”

It was a dumb question, sure, but Abby was a doctor. She had access to medical records and no doubt could’ve known.

“I didn’t.” She assured you. It made sense, you thought. To Abby, your parents were no one, just another couple who apparently couldn’t have a child together, yet did.

“Is it possible he was tested after Y/N was born?” Clarke asked her, trying to disprove her theory but Abby ruined your hopes. He would’ve been tested before you were born and Abby had no idea what happened. You didn’t want to hear much more.

You tugged Bellamy’s jacket closer to you stumbled out of the room, hearing Clarke call after you but you didn’t stop as you made your way recklessly through the empty halls of the Ark, grabbing onto walls to support you until you wound up at a familiar door.

Bellamy’s door.

You knocked on it, not stopping until it swung open. You didn’t bother waiting for an invite in as you pushed inside, running your hands through your hair and pulling. Bellamy didn’t know what you were doing there, especially in the middle of the night, looking completely distressed. He wasn’t going to turn you away though. He slammed his door, coming over to you and grabbing your hands to lead you to the bed.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked you, seeing you bite your trembling lip. He thought for a moment you’d say you were fine, just like you always do to not show your emotions. But this time you didn’t. Instead you shook your head and fell into tears, collapsing onto Bellamy. He wrapped his arms around you and held the back of your head. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here. I’m always here.”

When you finally stopped crying, you told him everything, from the start of the voice in your head all the way to your father, well, the man you thought was your father. Bellamy didn’t know what to say. You’ve never cried like this, at least not in front of him. It hurt.

“I thought I knew who I was. My head is all sorts of crazy and I thought the one thing I still had after all these years of losing my sanity was that I still had my name.” You let out a bitter laugh as Bellamy reached up to wipe away your tears. “If I’m not Y/N Y/L/N, then who am I?”

“You’re Y/N.” Bellamy told you, getting you to look up into his brown eyes. “The Y/N who has been a pain in my ass since the moment we opened the dropship doors. The same Y/N who saved me from a panther despite hating me.” You let out a genuine laugh, Bellamy’s heart soaring at the sight of your smile, despite the tears drying on your face. “You’re the Y/N who believed in me countless of times when I didn’t deserve it. That’s who you are. A name means nothing.”

You stayed quiet, both of you looking at each other intensely as you cracked another smile. “I didn’t hate you.” You whispered, earning a look of confusion from Bellamy. “The panther. I didn’t hate you, even if you had almost let me die afterwards.” He rolled his eyes, happy to see you could sort of joke after your breakdown. The feeling didn’t last long though as your face fell again, looking down to your hands as you played with your fingers. Bellamy stopped you, reaching forwards and grabbing both of your hands as you continued to stare. “I never hated you.”

“That’s good.” He told you as you looked at him through your eyelashes, seeing him now being the one to look at your interjoining hands. “Because I never hated you too.”

“Well, I never gave you a reason too.” He heard you sniffle as you wiped your tears onto your shoulder.

“That’s fair.” Bellamy took a deep breath, unknowingly squeezing your hands a little tighter. “What I’m trying to say is,” He looked up, a mistake really as his words were caught on his tongue. The 3-word phrase he wanted to say seeming too daunting for the moment after your breakdown as he settled. “I care about you.”

You tried to ignore the way you longed for Bellamy to say the words you were too frightened to say. “I care about you too.” You whispered. You stayed in Bellamy’s room that night.

Now, almost a week since that night, you barely left your room and when you did, you were often in Bellamy’s room where you had continued to spend most of your nights as well. Bellamy never minded, instead he sought comfort in the knowledge you went to him for comfort. He knew he had fallen for you, but he was only falling more every time he woke up and saw you lying next to him, your eyes closed peacefully as your chest moved slowly up and down in your sleep.

This morning, Bellamy woke up earlier to see you asleep next to him and he pushed himself up on his elbows to peer down at you. He was silent as to not wake you, his focus shifting from being aware of your closeness to your warmth. Your hair fell into your face as you moved a little, completely unknown to the fact Bellamy was watching you with a smile. He brushed the hair out of your face, his thumb tickling your cheekbone as you started to wake a little, eye slowly fluttering open to see Bellamy’s brown orbs staring back at you. It warmed your heart to see them first thing in the morning.

Bellamy’s hand still playing with your hair tucked behind your ear. “Were you watching me sleep Blake?” you joked, pulling the definitely-not-made-for-two-people blanket closer to you.

“Depends.” He mumbled, making you cock your head. “Would that be weird?” Your face scrunched into a laugh as Bellamy joined you, letting his head fall lightly onto your shoulder before he heard your laughs slowly stop and your hand come up to his hair, gently running through it as Bellamy pulled back enough to look at you. Your eyes were zoned out and staring off in space. “What are you thinking about?”

“Hmmm?” you asked, pulling yourself back to this moment, Bellamy laying above you as you smiled. “Nothing. I’m just enjoying this. Us.” Bellamy nodded, letting another smile spread onto his face as you both just stayed there in close proximity to each other, feeling the other breathe as your thoughts got away again. “Bell, what are we?” you blurted out, tired of this game you were playing with your feelings. You needed a constant in your life and you needed it to be Bellamy.

Bellamy knew what you were asking, the same question he had been asking since he’s feelings began to get out of hand and you became the person on his mind more than everyone. “What do you want to be?”

You didn’t respond with your words. Instead, you pushed yourself upon the bed, your lips against Bellamy’s perfectly as you show him what you wanted. Bellamy kissed back eagerly, his free hand not holding himself up went around your waist as he slowly moved you back down to the mattress, hovering completely above you before pulling away. You breathed heavily, your hand moving to hold Bellamy’s cheek as you looked into his eyes again with a smile. He let out a soft chuckle, turning his head slightly to kiss your palm.

“I guess that answers my question.” He mumbled into your skin as you bit your lip, letting your eyes close in bliss. Your worry that Bellamy wouldn’t want the same was for nothing because here you both were, no distractions and finally, officially-

“Wait, this means we’re dating right?” you clarified, realizing even as amazing as the kiss was, you needed a definitive answer.

Bellamy’s face faltered, only sending that worry right through you again. “Dating? I thought we just agreed to be enemies?” Confusion hit you for a second before Bellamy smirked and you relaxed.

“Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” Bellamy shrugged, making you roll your eyes fondly and push him off you. “Fine then, no girlfriend for you.”

The joking stopped as soon as Bellamy heard you say those words. “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” You stopped pushing him away, your hands on his chest as you smiled to him and nodded. You could feel his heart beat against your palms as he let out a breath of relief, falling into you and kissing you again. You laughed against the kiss while feeling him on top you. The last few minutes felt like a dream to you and with the end of the world barely a few months away, it was a dream you wished you could stay in for longer.

“Bellamy!” A pounding came at the door as you and Bellamy jumped having not expected an interruption. “Bellamy get a move on!” You realized it was Raven at the door, her poundings getting louder as you turned to Bellamy for an explanation. He too was confused for a minute before sighing.

“I’m scheduled for a hunt today.” He told you and you deflated a little, wanting to spend time in bed with your now boyfriend. He turned to the door. “Give me a minute!”

“Now Bellamy!” Raven shouted back as you giggled, feeling Bellamy bury his head in the crook of your neck disappointedly.

“You better go.” You whispered in his ear, feeling him nod but not move. “Bell, I’m serious! Harper was told me a while ago that when Monty and her started dating, Raven walked in on them post sex. The girl has no chill when it comes to getting work done.” Bellamy chuckled against your neck at your story, pressing a soft kiss against your skin before Raven started knocking again.

Bellamy groaned and sat up, looking down at you laying in his bed with your hair all messed up. Despite the past couple of days for you, you looked happy and Bellamy was glad he could help with that. Raven had one big knock as Bellamy rolled his eyes. “Alright I’m going!”

He got off the bed, changing his shirt and almost leaving before you stopped him. “You forgot your jacket.”

“You’re not going to wear it?” He asked. Since Bellamy let you borrow it to sleep that day in the office, you had worn it more than he had.

“I would, but I’m not the one leaving.” You stood up, grabbing his jacket and throwing at him. Bellamy caught it, hiding his smile as he shrugged it on. Raven’s knocking finally stopped as you chuckled and fell back on the bed.

“You could come with me, you know. It’ll only be a few hours.” He offered, watching you prop yourself up on your elbows. He knew your answer would be no based on the look on your face. He shook his head, telling you it was fine before you even said anything.

“Be safe okay? Don’t get your ass in any trouble.” You joked, hearing his laugh as he walked back to the bed to you, making you sit fully up as he cupped your face and leaned down to kiss you one last time. You hummed into the kiss before he pulled away. “You know, I think I could use to this boyfriend and girlfriend thing.” You teased as pushed him to the door.

“I think I could to.” Bellamy agreed. Right before he got to the door, he stopped and slowly turned to look back at you burying yourself under his covers again. He was going to do it. You already took the first step, it was up to him to take the next. “Y/N?” You turned to him, seeing him fidget his hands as you furrowed your brows. “I love-“

‘Bellamy, let’s go!” He groaned, turning to glare at Raven through the door as he heard you laugh.

“I told you. The girl’s relentless.” Bellamy cracked a smile but he didn’t laugh. “What we’re you going to say?” You asked, trying to think of the possibilities of a sentence starting in ‘I love’ and not ending in ‘you’. Bellamy hesitated, but shook his head, telling you he’ll tell you later. You gave him sad nod before he left the door and you heard Raven continue to yell at him outside.

You settled into the bed again, looking up at the ceiling as you closed your eyes and smiled to yourself.

“I knew you loved him.” Your eyes shot open and you looked around the room. It was empty, just like you had thought when you realized the voice was back. Only this time it wasn’t the same man it had always been.

You put your elbows on your knees, burying your head in your hands and closed your eyes. The voice was familiar, but given its unexpected arrival, you weren’t paying attention enough. “You’re just a voice in my head.”

“I’m not just a voice.” This time you knew it. And what more, it wasn’t only in your head. You picked your head up, looking at the chair in front of you to see Lexa sitting back with her legs crossed in front of her.

“Lexa.” You whispered. She nodded, smiling softly at you. You paced around the room, ecstatic and unbelieving in the fact Lexa was right there. “I knew I saw you! I thought I was going crazy! I thought the flame-“ You stopped yourself, grabbing the back of your neck as you realized you were in fact having a conversation with someone who’s dead. “You’re still in my head.”

“I am, yes.”

“It’s the flame, isn’t it? A side effect.” Lexa just kept smiling at you, answering you silently as you tried not to clench your fist. “I supposed the other voice, he’s in here somewhere too?” You knocked on your head to gesture, biting your lip as Lexa’s face fell.

“What other voice?” She asked, straightening in her seat as you furrowed your brows.

“The other one, I don’t know, some guy. He keeps calling me Skaikiler, telling me to listen to him, but that’s all he ever says.”

Lexa seemed to be pondering your situation as you watched her, hoping if Lexa knew anything about the flame, she’d know about these unwanted side effects “This man, have you ever seen him?”

“No, just hear him when I’m trying to sleep.”

“What does he sound like?”

“What?” Lexa came closer to you, worrying you with her urgency.

“His voice. What does he sound like?”

“I don’t know, deep voice, kind of rough, I guess?” you shrugged.

Her face turned stone and her eyes were boring into yours. “Sheidheda.”

“Who?”

“His name’s Sheidheda, the Dark Commander. He was the strongest, most likely why he’s able to reach you. Whatever you do, don’t listen to him.”

“Why? How do you know it’s him? Who is he?”

“Just don’t listen-“

Once again, your conversations were cut short by a knock on the door. You turned at the sound of Clarke’s voice. “Y/N?” You looked back at Lexa, but the room was empty and you were all alone again. “Are you in there?”

“Uh, yeah. Come in.” You called back. The door opened and you put on a fake smile for your friend.

“Did Bellamy leave already?”

“Just missed him.” You told her. In all honesty, Clarke and you hadn’t spoken much since the other night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was you hadn’t gone out much. “Did you need something?”

“Well, I figured since Bellamy wasn’t here, it was worth trying to get you to come out.”

“Clarke-“

“It’s been a week Y/N. You can’t just hide in your room or Bellamy’s.” You didn’t say anything, looking down at the ground. Clarke sighed as she knew pushing you wasn’t going to do any good. “Just think about it, okay?” You listened to the door closed as you fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Lexa?” you called out in hopes she would come back.

You sat there for a couple hours, a few of the books Bellamy had stashed in his room keeping you occupied, but the time Bellamy was supposed to return had passed and you were getting antsy. Clarke was right. You couldn’t just hide in your room, that wasn’t who you were.

The camp was almost quiet as you walked outside, seeing a few people talking and others just hanging out. Clarke was talking to Riley as you walked around, taking in the fresh air.

“He’s awake!” Your head snapped around at Jasper’s yell. He was standing above the lake as everyone came out to look. Squinting your eyes, you went closer, feeling a laugh bubble up at the sight of Jaha floating in the middle of the body of water. “Hey, Jaha! It looks like you got floated!” Jasper shouted as he cupped his mouth for the man to hear.

“I see you’re keeping yourself busy, Mr. Jordan.” Jaha yelled his loudest from the lake.

Clarke moved next to you as she smiled. “Yeah, you were right.” You told her, nudging her arm as you listened to Jaha and Jasper laugh with each other. “This was definitely worth leaving my room for.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She said with an eye roll before talking to the whole camp. “Alright everyone, back to work!”

She was about to walk away before you grabbed her arm. “Is Bellamy back yet?”

“No, but it’s normal for hunting parties to go radio silent.”

“Wait, radio silent?” You knew Bellamy was late, but you didn’t know he lost contact.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” She told you as you dropped her arm, feeling barely better. She kept looking around the camp.

“What’s wrong. You’ve got that look on your face.”

Clarke sighed, running a hand over her face. “I feel useless. I'm stuck here in case anyone needs their cut bandaged and supervising the backup plan when I should be going to the island to make Nightblood.”

“Come on Clarke, that’s not true. You’re keeping everyone’s head on straight. Besides, you’re not a geneticist.”

“Neither is my mom.”

“But they have Raven. Computer code, human code. They’ll figure it out.” You shrugged. Abby, Raven and their group left this morning, Bellamy had been keeping you updated with Abby’s idea to create Nightblood and them leaving that morning just after he had.

“I’m serious Y/N.”

“And I am too.” You put your hands on her shoulders, shaking gently to get her to understand. “Becca’s made Nightblood before, if they can find out how then they can use Luna to make more. Everyone lives.”

“If they can figure it out before the radiation comes.” She mumbled under her breath as you sighed, knowing she’s right.

“Then I guess we better make sure the ship’s working.”

Clarke nodded, turning around to Riley behind her. “Riley? How’s it going with the ship?” She asked the boy who turned his attention to the two of you.

“We’re on schedule. We should have the radiation patch up before dark.”

You nudged Clarke with your shoulder again. “See. One less thing to worry about.” Even though the aspect of everything turning to shit was still high on your worries, it couldn’t be on Clarke’s.

Thunder boomed in the camp as you looked up behind you, dark gray clouds filling the sky. Everyone in the camp stopped at the sound, fear rising in everyone. “Alright, everyone inside, just like we practiced. Go!” Clarke shouted but you stayed rooted in the ground. Bellamy was out there. Clarke turned around, seeing you haven’t moved. “Y/N, let’s go!”

“But Bellamy-“

“Will be fine!” She finished, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the Ark. You let her, sparing glances at the gate. You knew she was right and Bellamy can handle himself, but how were you supposed to assume he can when he went radio silent?!

You were right behind Monty as you entered the ark, the boy stopping to close the door as you turned around, seeing Jasper moseying around outside with no care about the impending rain. “Jasper!” you shouted, grabbing Monty to stop the door.

“Jasper, come on!”

“Jasper what are you doing?!” Clarke shouted over your shoulder as you watched the clouds above you.

“You can’t live your life in fear.” Jasper tilted his head back and opened his mouth, ready for the rain that was seconds from falling. Monty took off, trying to save his best friend and you tried to grab him but he got away. Harper went after her boyfriend, pulling him back to the ship as the rain hit. You all ducked inside, watching as the rain fall onto Jasper, soaking him as he started to react, his eyes widening as he began gagging and fell to the ground clutching his throat. “The sky… is…” Jasper muttered as you listened, the thought of losing him high on your mind. “Falling!” He began laughing, the realization he was just messing with all of you hitting the group at once as you scoffed.

“What is wrong with you?” Clarke asked as you nodded in disbelief, turning away from Jasper’s dumb antics.

“It’s just rain! Not radioactive ash!” He told you all but none of you listened. “It’s just a joke!” As soon as Jasper was alone, he threw his hands up before letting them fall. “When did everyone lose their sense of humor?”

---

Kane sat at a table in Polis, the radio in his hand as he spoke to Abby on the other side as she rode a boat to Becca’s island. Abby told him all about Luna’s blood preventing the radiation from killing her. “Abby, if what you’re saying is right, Luna could be the miracle we’re looking for. I wish I were with you.”

“Me too. But you have to be there.” She reminded him. “Once we create this Nightblood serum, we’re going to have to distribute it very quickly and we need to be at peace for that.”

The door to the eatery Kane was in opened and Octavia stepped inside, murmurs from the other men filling the room as Kane looked up. “Abby, I have to go. Stay safe. Be in touch when you reach the lab.” Octavia approached the table as Kane put the radio away, taking a seat across from him at Kane’s orders.

“What did I do now?” She sighed.

Kane sat forwards in his seat, keeping his voice hushed. “Rumors of the Flame’s destruction are spreading. People on the streets are openly calling for the King’s head. Your choices have consequences.”

“Would you rather I kill Indra’s daughter?”

“I rather you didn’t kill.”

Octavia glared at him. “Our mission to keep Roan on the throne to buy time for the others to find a way to save us from the radiation. I’m doing that.”

“By decapitating an innocent boy?” Kane reminded her of the fake Flame thief.

“Everyone’s guilty of something.”

Kane shook his head, staring at the young girl in front of him. “There’s a darkness in you, Octavia. I know you’re still morning.” Octavia heard enough. She stood up, ready to leave to escape the topic of Lincoln but Kane kept talking. “Sit down.” A few people turned to look, their conversation having gotten louder as Octavia took her seat again. “You didn’t have to kill that boy. You didn’t have to kill Ambassador Rafel. And you didn’t have to kill Pike.”

“Pike got what he deserved.” She growled, but Kane shook his head.

“Justice and Vengeance are not the same thing.”

“To me, they are.”

Kane paused before sitting back in his chair knowing Octavia was lost. “Your decision making has grown increasingly questionable and I can’t have my people going rogue.”

“Rogue.” Octavia scoffed. “I’m a warrior.”

Kane disagreed with her, in shock of her way of thinking. “A warrior knows when not to kill. Lincoln taught you that. But you’ve seemed to forgotten.” A member of Roan’s guard entered; the other grounders not keen on Azgeda being there. He approached the table of the two Skaikru, looking towards Kane.

“Chancellor Kane, the King would like to see you.” Kane nodded to him as Octavia stood up.

He stopped her before she got far. “You’re no longer part of me security detail.” He told her and Octavia clenched her jaw. “I had Helios saddled for you. The ride home should do you good.”

“I’m not going anywhere before I talk to Indra.” She defied him.

“Suit yourself. She’ll be here soon enough.” Kane told her before following the grounder outside and to the King.

---

The boat docked at the island as everyone began to climb out. Abby pulled out her tablet and pulled up the map. “According to the map Thelonious had, the lab is in the middle of the island, 5 miles straight ahead.”

Jackson picked up a backpack and handed it to Raven, looking down at her limp. “You okay for that hike?”

“Try and keep up with me.” She told him, throwing the pack over her shoulder.

John Murphy looked at the island, a sense of discomfort coming over him. “Never thought I’d be here again.” Raven stood by his side.

“Then you shouldn’t have come.” She told him, sending a side glare. “You’re not fooling anyone. You’re still a dick.”

Luna and Nyko were the last ones off the boat, watching the Skaikru interactions carefully. “You’re doing the right thing.” Nyko spoke in a hush tone to Luna.

“They didn’t give me a choice.” She reminded him. Because of Luna’s blood she was valuable and because she was valuable, she wasn’t given a choice of helping or not, she was forced.

Nyko sighed and stepped in front of Luna. “These are good people Luna. I trust them and you trust me.”

“They think my blood will save them, Nyko.”

“Save us all.” He corrected.

Luna narrowed her eyes. “What do you think will happen if I tell them no?” She asked despite the fact they both knew the answer already. At Miller’s word, they followed the others onto the island. Emori led the way, bringing the group to what looked to be a boundary set with pillars before she stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Abby asked the girl.

Emori hesitated. “ALIE’s rules. No Frikdreina past this line. I’ve never crossed it.”

“Frikdreina?” Jackson spoke up, needing the clarification most of them did.

“Mutants.” Emori gestured to her wrapped hand.

“I’ve never met a line I wouldn’t cross.” Murphy said as he smiled at Emori before taking the very first step over. Everyone started following Murphy’s lead except for Emori who still wasn’t sure about the idea of crossing the line. Only when Murphy stuck his hand out to her, inviting her in, did she finally cross the line.

Ears went on alert as they trekked up a hill and heard a buzzing. “What is that?” Miller asked the question on everyone’s mind. They looked up in the sky to see a drone hovering not far above them.

“We should run.” Emori told them all but no one listened.

“Why? What’s the penalty for crossing the line?” No sooner than the words left Raven’s lips did the drone start firing at them and a guard fell to the ground with a bullet in his head.

“Run!” Everyone shouted before taking off running. The drone kept shooting at them and Miller tried firing back but didn’t hit it.

“I thought you said ALIE was dead!” Murphy shouted as he ran with Emori next to him, their hands interlocked and dodging every time the drone fired to them.

“It must be automated!” Raven told him, finding it a struggle to run on her limp. Murphy let go of Emori’s hand, pushing her forwards as he reached Raven and swung her arm over his shoulder and helped her run.

“I got you!” The group kept running, trying to get out of the drone’s firing as they split up, Emori, Murphy and Raven taking cover behind a log. Murphy checked on his girlfriend, making sure she didn’t get hurt. “Emori, are you okay?” She nodded as they all panted.

Nyko and Luna were still running, both having split in a different direction than the others as the drone followed. “Luna watch out!” Nyko shouted as he yanked Luna back and used his body as a shield, taking several shots to his back as Luna cried out for him.

Miller started shooting down the drone, taking several shots as Nyko died in Luna’s arms. Miller finally hit the drone, sending it clattering to the ground away from them. Everyone let out a sigh of relief at the one less drone causing them danger. “Well, that took you ten shots.” Murphy ridiculed Miller’s shooting as Miller roll his eyes. “ALIE’s got tons of drones, who do you think’s gonna run out of bullets first?”

“Could we talk about why they’re still in the sky?” Miller yelled out, pointing at the drone on the ground.

Abby was bent with her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. She looked up to where the deceased Nyko and Luna were, only the latter wasn’t there. “Where the hell’s Luna?”

More drones filled the sky as the group shrunk behind their safeties. “They’re back!”

“We see that Jackson!” Miller snapped, pointing his gun up in the air, but not firing. “Okay, if we don’t find Luna, everyone we know is gonna die in a wave of fire.” Miller reminded everyone, trying to come up with a plan. “We split up. Murphy, Emori, Abby you go west. Wilson and Taggart you go east. Jackson and I take north. And Raven-” He turned to Raven, unsure what to do with the mechanic.

“I like the beach.” Raven offered, knowing she wouldn’t be of much use.

Miller nodded. “Stay under the trees and you’ll be safe. The rest of you do the same. We check in every ten.”

Raven glanced over to the drone, seeing the light flickering. “It’s still active.”

“One problem at a time, Raven. Lets move out!” The group spilt up per Miller’s directions. As Emori, Murphy and Abby walked, Emori was nervous. She looked around her frantically and tried to catch up with Murphy.

“We shouldn’t be in this forest, John. We need to cut our losses.” She said quietly for Abby not to overhear.

“Why?” Murphy asked, looking at a anxious Emori before he stopped her. “Hey. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Just trust me.” She whispered, watching Abby get further ahead of them. “There are worse things here than those drones. We’re safer at your bunker.”

Murphy shook his head. “It’s not stocked, I ate everything.”

“Then we restock it.” She tried to get him to see. “You said it was big enough for two.”

Abby turned back briefly, stopping when she realized the teens were not keeping up with her. “Is everything okay? We have to keep going.” She shouted back at them. Murphy and Emori exchanged a look before moving forwards, following the doctor.

---

Roan sat on the throne with a scowl as the doors opened to his guard leading in Kane. Kane walked in slowly, glancing around the empty room. “Is there a reason we’re meeting here? I would’ve thought-“

“Tell me the plan.” Roan interrupted him.

“The plan?

“It’s been 3 weeks since Y/N told me Praimfaya would once again destroy the world. Skaikru asked for time to find a solution. What do you have to show for it?”

“We’re still working on it.” Kane gulped, hoping to soothe the kings worries. “Hopefully, with enough time-“

“Enough!” Roan held his hand up to silence Kane who obliged. “Echo.”

At Roan’s command, Echo entered the room dragging a Skaikru guard with her as a hostage while another member of Roan’s guard had Bellamy, both of them gagged and hands tied together. Kane’s mouth fell open when he turned around. “Stephens, Bellamy are you alright?” Bellamy and Stephens were forced to their knees. Bellamy bit down on his gag as Kane asked Roan what was going on.

Roan stood up and approached the hostages. “Echo saw your people rebuilding your ship. She captured these two hunting in my woods.” He pointed to Stephens, “This one says it a shelter from the radiation.”

Kane looked at Bellamy, see the young man’s eyes hinting to tell Roan. “It’s a backup plan.” Kane told the King. “Nothing more.”

“He said that too, just before he told us you have a Nightblood.” Stephens looked ashamed as Kane glanced at him. “It’s a good thing the Flame’s been destroyed, or I’d be worried you’re planning an ascension.”

Kane thought about what to do, knowing Roan is losing trust in the Sky people. “You have to trust me. We discovered that Nightblood helps metabolize radiation. We're investigating ways to create it for everyone, turn everyone into Nightbloods so we can all survive.”

Echo narrowed her eyes. “Blasphemy. Nothing they tell us is true.” She said to her King, trying to get him to believe Skaikru is not to be trusted for Nightblood couldn’t be replicated.

“It’s not blasphemy! It’s science! If Nightblood could save lives, then we should use it.” For a second Roan looked like he was understanding, like he was going to give Skaikru another chance. But with the nod of his head, that chance slipped through Bellamy’s and Kane’s fingers as Roan had signaled for Echo to slit the throat of Stephen and with a draw of her sword, she had. “No! No!” Kane shouted as Echo pushed Stephen’s dead body over and Kane knelt down to him. Bellamy watched on, terrified of his own fate and thankful beyond relief that you hadn’t come with him like he offered for he didn’t know how things would’ve turned out if you were by his side as well.

“Warriors don’t share their secrets.” Echo said as guards came into the room, standing around Kane and Bellamy.

“Truth is the first causality of war.” Roan began. “If your motive’s were pure, you would’ve shared your plan with me. Our alliance is broken.” Echo smirked as Kane and Bellamy were horrified. “Skaikru and Trikru are the enemy.”

“What about them, sire?” One of Roan’s men asked about Bellamy and Kane, his hand on Bellamy’s neck.

“Hostages.” Bellamy was shoved forward. “Find Octavia and Indra. Kill everyone else.” Roan walked off as Kane and Bellamy struggled to get out of the grounders grasps as they were led to the cells against their wills.

---

You had been nonstop worrying about Bellamy since Clarke told you he’d been radio silent. You knew Clarke had a point in telling you hunting parties go silent, but you couldn’t help but think you should’ve gone with him, at least then you’d know if he was alright.

“I think this is the most I’ve seen you in a week.” Clarke said as she joined you in the dining room, having watched you tap your now empty cup against the table for the last twenty minutes. You didn’t say anything as she took the seat across from you. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” You told her. “I saw Lexa today.”

For a second, Clarke had forgotten about your side effects and your sentence had surprised her. She cleared her throat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And she spoke this time, not just standing there.” You admitted. Clarke nodded, feeling her stomach twist. She knew that she was the one to tell you not to hide your problems, but she didn’t know how much it would hurt to hear you got the chance to see her ex-girlfriend and she didn’t.

She tried to change the subject. “How’s it going with you and Bellamy.” She asked, knowing Bellamy had been by your side for almost the entire week.

You found yourself stop tapping the cup against the table, a small smile making way on your face that Clarke certainly caught. “Pretty good actually. Um, we’re dating now.”

Clarke was surprised. She’s watched you and Bellamy dance around your feelings for a while. “Wow. When did this happen?”

“This morning actually, right before he left.” You told her, looking down at the table.

“Well, congratulations.” She said and you nodded awkwardly, not know what to do. “Can I ask you something?” you picked your head up, looking to your friend and nodded. “You wanted me to take your name off the list. You still want that?” You knew happiness wouldn’t last long. It was naïve of you and Bellamy to start dating now. The world was ending and you were giving up your spot. How could you have been so stupid. “Y/N?”

“I want my name off.” You whispered. You knew it would break Bellamy, but you couldn’t take someone else’s spot and if that whole Nightblood mass production worked out, then you wouldn’t take someone’s spot regardless. If it didn’t… then he would just have to move on. He’d need to move on.

“Y/N.”

“I’m not taking someone’s spot Clarke.” She nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“Alright, then let’s go change the list.” The two of you stood up, walking to the Chancellors office in silence, completely unaware of Jasper and Monty inside having found the list already. You were walking behind Clarke as she entered the Office, both of you stepping inside.

Monty’s eyes snapped from the list in his hands, the one that contained Clarke’s name and your name and not his own, to both you and Clarke in the entrance. “Clarke! Y/N! Wait!” He shouted but it was too late as both of you were covered in fire-suppression spray, the white foam covering your entire upper body as you stood in shock, not having expect that to happen.

“Really?” Clarke yelled at the two boys as you wiped your face with your hands, blinking a couple times before Clarke shoved a towel in your hands and you properly wiped down your face.

“We found your list.” Jasper said as he snatched the list from Monty’s hands and walked towards you both. “I guess we really know who matters to you now, huh?” Clarke began sputtering out Jasper’s name but Jasper wouldn’t let her get a word out. “You’re not God, Clarke. You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies.”

“The list is a backup, Jasper.” You shouted over him, getting his attention on you.

“And you! You’re on here too! In fact, you even took someone else’s spot. Yeah, yeah. How’s that for playing god?” Jasper spouted as he backed up, moving towards the speaker. “Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I tell everyone?”

Your eyes widened as Monty saved your asses, jumping in Jasper’s way. “Jasper, no.”

“People have a right to know they’re working for nothing.”

David Miller rushed into the room, seeing the fire-suppression spray all over you and Clarke. “Is there a fire? Is everything okay?”

“Not for you. You’re not on the list.” Jasper said as he shook the list in the air.

David furrowed his brows. “What list?” Jasper took the distraction as he pushed Monty to the side and grabbed the intercom.

“Attention Arkadia. I have an announcement to make.” Jasper didn’t get to finish though because the second he grabbed the intercom you had jumped into action, pulling the shock lash off of Sgt Miller’s uniform and thrusting it at Jasper. He fell to the ground groaning as one of the other guards grabbed your arms, holding them behind your back and taking the shock lash from you. You didn’t fight them on it, not believing the fact you had just shock lashed your friend.

“Let her go.” Clarke ordered and the hands behind your back disappeared slowly. Clarke straightened herself out as she moved next to you. “He broke into the Chancellor’s Office. Lock him up.” Sgt Miller and the rest of the guards didn’t move, not knowing whether or not Clarke had the authority or not. “I’m acting on the authority of Chancellor Kane. Take him into custody.” Sgt Miller nodded and the guards pulled Jasper off the ground and brought him to lock up.

You hadn’t moved since you shocked lashed Jasper and Clarke put her hand on your shoulder to pull you out of your trance. You turned to Monty, seeing him kneel on the ground as you stepped closer.m“Monty, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t.” He held up a hand, stopping you from coming any closer and you listened. “Just don’t.” He moved by you, not sparing another glance as you turned to Clarke, seeing her looking distraught.

“I had to.” You told her and she nodded.

“I know.” She assured you. Jasper was going to tell Arkadia and that couldn’t have happened.

---

Something in Polis seemed different as Octavia climbed off Helios outside the building from earlier. There was no noise from inside, no one talking, or even anyone coming outside. She looked around, trying to find her mentor before entering.

She stopped as soon as she stepped inside. Warriors, Trikru Warriors, were slaughtered inside, the tables were knocked over and lined with blood as bodies laid everywhere. “Indra.” Octavia whispered, worried for her mentor’s safety. She turned over a woman looking exactly like her, and Octavia felt relief in knowing it wasn’t her. Someone moved in the corner as Octavia looked over to see a warrior in pain, but still alive. “What happened?” She asked him as she looked at his wound, knowing he wasn’t going to make it.

“Skairipa…” He mumbled when he realized who was in front of him. “They’ll be back for you. You need to run. Ice Nation is attacking Skaikru and Trikru. They’ll march on your camp tonight.”

“Where’s Indra?”

“Warning our people that the alliance is broken. This is war.” His speech slowed as he tried harder to live and breathe. His head dropped forwards as the pain became too much and the warrior died. Hearing voices just outside, Octavia ran out heading right back to Arkadia.

---

Since you shock lashed Jasper, the mood around camp had seemed to be going down. Monty walked out of the ark, glancing to you sat in front of the fire with your head practically buried in your hands before walking right past you, heading unknowingly to where Clarke was stood watching everyone.

“Monty…”

“Jasper’s fine.” He interrupted her before scoffing. “In case you care.”

“I do care, Monty.” She told him, already feeling bad how the day went. “Can we talk in private?” She asked. Monty paused before moving past her and Clarke inhaled thickly before after him. He brought her to a more secluded area, one where they couldn’t be disturbed. “Making the list wasn’t easy and I only had so many slots for engineers. You’re an apprentice and Jaha knows more about the ship.” She explained, beginning to list out reasons as to one person opposed to the other.

Monty scoffed, holding up a hand to stop her. “That’s what you think this is about? I get why you didn’t put me on the list, I might even agree with it. But its just, who are you? When did you become this person?”

“I haven’t become anyone.” She tried to tell him.

“The Clarke I know wouldn’t be arresting her friends.” He almost growled. “And Y/N shock lashing him?”

“She did what she had to!” Clarke defended you, not wanting Monty to blame you at all. She stopped herself, taking a calming breath. “Kane agreed that we needed to keep this quiet.”

“Kane’s not here. That’s just an excuse. You’re the one saying you live and Harper dies.” He reminded her, feeling protective for his girlfriend. “Y/N’s the one shock-lashing Jasper and you’re the one arresting him. You’re the one going too far and still using that same old justification. It’s all for my people.”

“It is!” Clarke yelled much louder than she wanted. She looked around, making sure no one heard her and luckily no one had. Monty shook his head, wanting to share the truth with everyone. “It’s too risky.”

Monty scoffed and made his decision. “Jasper was right. You’re not God.” He took off, leaving Clarke alone to mull over his words. Monty went straight to the rover, the sound of feedback calling your attention as Monty spoke. “I have an announcement to make. Clarke Griffin is lying to you.” Your eyes widened as you listened and stood up, seeing Monty was getting the attention of everyone around. “Arkadia will only save 100 people. Who thinks they made the list?” He pulled the list out of his pocket and everyone had stopped working at this point, moving closer as you made your way over to Clarke. “Abby Griffin. Eric Jackson.”

“Can we stop him?” You asked Clarke, knowing people were getting increasingly angry at Clarke.

She just shook her head as Monty continued to read, finally reaching Bellamy, Clarke and your name. “It’s already done.”

---

Raven stayed alone on the beach, keeping an eye to the sky in case another drone strike decided to make a surprise appearance. There were a few drone’s in the sky but they didn’t shoot at her. The drone just far enough out of her comfort run zone kept getting her attention, the machine was whirring and still blinking, telling Raven it was still alive.

“You can’t fly, but you can talk.” She mumbled to the drone, looking up to see another fly away. This was her chance. She ran out from behind the tree heading straight for the drone, but unfortunately, she didn’t get very far before the drones were back and shooting at her. She tried to backtrack but only managed to fall over, the drone strike continuing at her. She got back to the tree, pressing her back against it as she hid.

“Raven! Raven, are you okay?” Miller shouted over the radio as the shooting died out.

Raven groaned as she pulled the radio out of her pack. “All good here. Worry about your damn self.” She told him as she stared at the broken drone, trying to figure out how to get it. By the edge of the beach, Luna walked out of the trees right past Nyko as Raven saw her. “Luna no! You’ll get killed!” Luna spared her no attention, walking as if there was nothing to bother her as she stepped out of the boundary and the drones stopped aiming at her. Raven spoke into the radio. “Luna’s here. She’s heading for the boat.”

“Copy that. Do whatever you can to stop her, we’re on our way.” Miller told her and Raven took off. She ran towards the border, the drones firing just behind her as she ran as fast as she could with her leg. As soon as the boundary was in her reach, she dove and lost the drones behind her.

“Luna! I can’t let you leave, we need you!” Raven shouted as she pushed herself up, aiming a gun at Luna.

Luna however kept walking. “Heard that one before.” Raven shot at Luna’s feet as the girl finally stopped walking. When she turned around, Raven had her gun still drawn at her. “So, I am a prisoner.”

“Your blood could save everyone!”

“Do you really think you deserve to be saved?” Luna narrowed her eyes as both women stepped closer to each other.

“I know how you feel, but it won’t always be like this. You just have to keep fighting.”

“What if the fight is all we are? We torture, kill, betray, pretend we’re more than that just to make ourselves feel better, but it’s a lie.” Luna told her and Raven’s gun faltered just a little.

“What about Adria? Was she more than that?” Raven brought up the girl, remembering Luna caring for her as she died. Luna felt her stomach sink as she reminded Raven that Adria was gone. “But she was good, right? There are others out there like her. Don’t you want to give them a chance?” Raven lowered her gun and put it on the ground, showing Luna Raven meant no harm. “You’re not a prisoner. You have a choice, Luna.” The gunfire went off behind Raven as Miller came on the radio, telling of Jackson getting hit in the arm and how getting Luna to safety was the priority right now. “We need to help them Luna!” Raven said, holding the radio tight in her hand. “Please, I know what to do, but with my leg,” She gestured down to the brace on her leg, “I can’t do it myself.”

Luna took a second, looking back to the boat before knowing what the right choice was. “What do you need me to do?”

Raven explained everything about needing the drone so Raven could hack into it. As soon as the coast was clear, Luna took off as Raven yelled for her to go. Luna ran and dodged the shots being fired at her as Raven shot at the drone in the sky. Luna managed to grab the damaged drone, using the trees to hide her before she finally made it past the boundary to safety.

Raven took the drone from Luna, hearing her friends over the radio calling for help. “I just need to access its core programming.” Raven got to work, trying to hack into the drone. “They’re protecting ALIE’s facilities like guard dogs.”

“Well, can you stop them?” As Raven started to work, her head started pounding, a migraine occurring but she ignored it.

Abby, Murphy and Emori ran through the woods, looking for Jackson and Miller until they found them taking shelter. Murphy pointed his gun in the air, looking for any sign of a drone but came up empty. “I can’t see it!” He shouted to Abby.

“I’ll draw its fire.” Abby told him and soon as she said the words, she dashed out from the trees right out into the open.

“What are you doing?!”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“When they come for me, shoot them!” She yelled before waving her hands in the air. “Hey! Over here!” She shouted. Murphy aimed the gun and the moment a drone appeared behind Abby, he pulled the trigger, only it didn’t fire.

“Shit.” He muttered and figured he was out of bullets. Abby turned around slowly, eye level with the drone and she thought it was over for her.

Until the drone fell out of the sky.

They all went silent, thinking about what could’ve happened. Abby pulled out her radio, her hand shaking as she spoke. “Raven? The drone just fell out of the sky. What happened?”

Raven looked down at the drone, the screen blinking to say the security measures were disengaged. “I happened.” She told them. “Now get your asses back to the boat, Luna’s here.” She didn’t wait for a response as she put the radio away, turning to Luna to see her staring at the boat. “Luna.” She called out for the girls’ attention. “It’s not your blood that defines you. It’s your heart.” Luna took in her words, sending Raven a nod to know Luna was in.

---

The camp had turned to chaos since Monty spilt the truth. Everyone was yelling at Clarke, saying how unfair it wasn’t up to Clarke to determine who can live.

“I didn’t survive the ice Nation just to die because you don’t think I’m good enough.” Riley spat at Clarke as you stood next to her, glaring at him.

Clarke was getting overwhelmed with the yelling, trying to defend herself. “Riley, you’re smart, but you were training to be a guard. We only need so many soldiers.”

He scoffed at her reasoning. “You’re saying Darcy is more qualified than me? She’s a trainee too and I’m a hell of a better shot.

“Look, I know this is hard to hear, but we needed to ensure the survival of the human race and to do that the list needed to be weighted towards young women who can have children.” Clarke explained, much like she had when you helped her with the list.

“Wait. It’s because she can have kids? How’s that fair?” Someone asked as you turned to scowl at the man.

“It’s not fair, it’s smart.” You defended Clarke, feeling her grab your elbow to pull you back.

Monty shook his head. “What about Harper? How come she’s not on the list?” He nodded towards Harper who agreed, looking between Clarke and you who apparently was the only person who could see Clarke’s struggle.

Clarke’s face softened. “There’s a chance she could be a drain on medical resources.”

Harper scoffed in confusion. “Well, I’m not sick.”

“Not yet.”

Monty caught onto Clarke’s thinking. “Your dad.” She mumbled to Harper, knowing of Harper’s father’s sickness. “Wait, you went into her medical records?”

“You’re condemning me for an illness I might have someday?” Harper asked, shocked this was how Clarke was deciding.

“I had to consider all variables.” Clarke explained.

“That’s rich for a person who put herself on the list.” Harper snapped at her and you bit your tongue, knowing no good would come out of you ‘helping’.

“And Bellamy Blake? Come on!” Someone yelled and suddenly you didn’t want to keep quiet anymore. “Even Y/N Y/L/N? She doesn’t deserve a spot!”

You clenched your fist, turning to look at the man who was speaking before Clarke was holding you back again and Jaha made way into the middle, but you didn’t even realize, too busy staring down the man who was severely intimidated by you now.

“Of course, Bellamy and Clarke should be included.” Jaha said, standing between you and the man. Your attention was only pulled away by the fact Jaha definitely did not include your name as he put his hands onto Clarke and your shoulders. “Strong leadership is essential for survival. You don’t like the list?” He turned to Monty, holding out his hand as Monty handed it over. “Consider it shredded. We can keep fighting each other and die, or we can work together and give everyone a shot at survival. It’s your choice.”

“Meaning what?”

“We hold a lottery.” Jaha went on. “Randomly choose the 100 people to survive, but you have to work for it. You don’t show up for assignments, you can’t be in the lottery, and when the time comes, we’ll collect names and draw.” You knotted your brows. There was no way this was going to end up great. “Good?” Jaha asked and everyone nodded except you and Clarke, sharing looks and you knew she caught on to the same dilemma you had. “Good. It’s settled. Then get back to work. Let’s get it done.”

Everyone started off, moving to help Jaha put up a radiation shield as you turned to Clarke. “I guess he’s Chancellor again.” You muttered, sending a look at Jaha’s back.

Clarke shook her head, moving to chase after Jaha. You stood in your place, listening to Clarke and Jaha take about how problematic a random list could be but you could focus on that.

Even Y/N Y/L/N? She doesn’t deserve a spot!

You didn’t even want a spot, but who were they to tell you that you didn’t deserve to live?

---

Helios was flying through the forest with Octavia on top him, turning back every few moments to see Echo and her riders getting closer.

“There she is! This way, we’ll cut her off!” Echo yelled as she led the riders through the forest. Octavia moved faster, trying to get away but it was no use for Echo did manage to cut her off.

Octavia caught sight of another pathway. “Yah!” She told Helios, leading him down the path as Echo chased after her again. Octavia was getting ahead, that was until she came to the top of a ravine, looking down to the water below as Echo emerged from the tree line. Octavia got off her horse, patting him to run away as he did.

“It’s over, Octavia. Don’t fight it. Roan wants you alive. Come quietly.”

“That’ll happen.” Octavia muttered with no plans to surrender.

“One in her leg.” Echo told the rider to her left. He nodded, drawing back his bow but Octavia beat him. She threw her knife, hitting him in the head and stopping him. Echo jumped off her horse as did the man next to her, both of them pulling out their swords as well as Octavia. They began fighting, Octavia taking the first swing at the rider before moving to Echo, fighting them both at once. She got a few cuts in on Echo, a few punches landing on Octavia as well before she sliced the man’s neck, cutting her enemies down in count. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” Echo told her as they circled each other, their swords drawn.

“It does.” Octavia panted. “You made sure of that.” Echo took the first swing this time, the fight starting up once again.

Echo swung.

Octavia ducked.

Octavia swung.

Echo ducked.

It went on, Echo finally getting the upper hand as she cornered Octavia to the edge of the cliff, the rocks slipping out from Octavia’s feet but she wasn’t going to lose. Octavia kept fighting, swinging her sword over and over much like Echo did, but Echo prevailed. Octavia’s sword broke in half, the pieces flying in different directions as Octavia’s eyes widened and the grip of Echo’s sword was punched into Octavia’s face, sending her backwards.

“I said he wanted you alive!” Echo told Octavia, both of them exhausted from their fight. Octavia caught sight of the dead riders’ sword, not far from her as she crawled on the ground. She grabbed the sword, gripping it tight as she stood up.

But she barely got on her feet before Echo thrusted her own sword right through Octavia’s stomach. Octavia stopped fighting, gasping out as Echo ripped the weapon from her stomach. Octavia brought a hand to her stomach to hold herself as she fell, backwards, right off the edge of the cliff.

Echo watched, peering over the ravine as she hit the water. “Yu gonplei ste odon, Octavia kom Skaikru.”

---

Since Clarke had him locked up, Jasper had been sitting in a cell all alone, sitting in silence before Clarke came in. He didn’t move, not even bothering to acknowledge she was there.

“I shouldn’t have locked you up.” Clarke admitted. “I thought it was the only choice I had.”

Jasper sighed. “It was the only choice you gave yourself. If you think you have the best idea, you convince people, not lie and lock them up.” He gestured to the cell around him.

“That doesn’t matter now. Monty read the list over the radio, so everyone knows everything now.”

“What a shame.” He said, finally looking over to Clarke. “I thought you were giving Jaha a run for his money there. Jaha lite.” He chuckled at his joke.

Clarke nodded, knowing she deserved that. “You know, he used to be everything I hated. Maybe he was keeping us together.”

Jasper sat up, chuckling some more. “When Jaha seems reasonable, it’s time to reassess.”

Clarke gave him a tight-lipped smile, turning to the wide-open cell door. “You can go.”

Jasper sighed, reaching for his jacket as he stood up and walked past Clarke. “You know, someday when this is all over, you’re gonna realize that foam bit was funny.”

---

With the threat of the drones no longer looming over their heads, the group on ALIE’s island were making great progress on finding the lab. After they stopped for the last time, the lab was just through the trees. They finished the distance, seeing the giant concrete structure as they stopped.

“Hey, I have a question.” Murphy sighed, tilting his head. “ALIE had a security system to protect this thing, right? Any idea what she was protecting it from?” No one had an answer.

“Let’s hope we don’t find out.” Abby said as she took the first steps to the lab. “But just in case, Raven get the drones back in the sky.” The group made their way inside, some less excited, like Emori, but still followed.

The lights turned on the moment they stepped inside, the entire lab at the tips of their fingers as they looked down to all the technology. Raven smirked. “Not bad, Becca.”

---

Bellamy and Kane were prisoners, locked in the cells as they worried. Bellamy was terrified about his sister, not knowing what will happen if they find her. “Doesn’t matter what we do, we always end up here at the brink of war.”

“Abby’s on the island. She’ll find a cure. I know she will.” Bellamy couldn’t believe him. How could he when nothing goes their way. He was terrified.

He was terrified about Octavia.

He was terrified about what Roan would do to them.

He was terrified about you being in Arkadia and having no idea the alliance was broken.

Bellamy was just terrified of everything.

Kane caught the look on Bellamy’s face, one of someone with no hope. “Hey, we’ll get through this.” Bellamy nodded, needing to believe he would see you again.

The sound of keys jingling caught their attention as the cell door opened, Echo and more grounders coming in. “On your feet.” They were told and obliged.

Kane looked past Echo, seeing Roan enter. “What are you doing?” He asked the King.

“We’re bringing you home. Your ship is protection from Praimfaya. I intend to take it.”

“You don’t have to do this. We can find a solution together.” Kane offered, knowing if Roan took Alpha then Skaikru would die.

Roan held his hand up, stopping Kane’s pleading. “That time has passed.” He turned toward Echo. “Get them ready to march.”

“Octavia will get there first.” Bellamy spoke up, believing in his sister to protect his people and you. Roan stopped walking. “She’ll warn them you’re coming. You’ll lose.”

Roan looked over his shoulder at Echo, the silence not settling well in Bellamy’s stomach as Roan nodded to the woman. Echo slowly turned around, stepping towards Bellamy before reaching into her coat.

Bellamy felt his world stop when she pulled out Octavia’s broken sword, letting it fall to Bellamy’s feet. He couldn’t breathe, staring at the weapon he knew was his sisters which could only mean one thing.

“She wouldn’t be taken alive.” Roan told him. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” he whispered, shaking his head and looking up at Echo. She nodded and Bellamy’s heart broke again. He turned around, grabbing onto the cell bars to keep him up as he tried to breathe. “No. No. No. No.” He repeated, feeling himself break down.

“It was a good death.” Echo said, only making Bellamy want to collapse.

“No. O!” He sobbed, falling to his knees. “No. No. NO! NO!” He screamed and cried out, begging for his sister as the guards pulled him away despite his violent thrashing and sobbing. “NO! NO!”

NO!

---

Helios walked the waterfront, taking his time after he had left Octavia. The water flowed right past him as he walked on the beach. He kept walking, drinking some of the moving water before finding Octavia’s body washed up on the shore. He nudged his muzzle against her bloodied hand, over and over until finally Octavia turned over her hand and let Helios lick her fingers.

Her breathing was raspy and painful as she picked her head up and Helios back away. She took as deep of a breath as she could and began crawling out of the water, groaning from the pain in her stomach and from the fall. “Helios.” She groaned and grabbed onto the stirrup, using it to pull herself up until she could pull herself onto the saddle completely. She had thrown herself over, falling forward onto the horse. “Home, Helios.” She mumbled, barely able to form the sentence. The horse started moving, heading in the direction to Arkadia while Octavia held on as tight as she could. “Take me home.”

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07 - Near Death

Summary: Once you’re brought to camp, Clarke begins to try and save you with the help of Raven and her mother over the radio. You’re in dangerous water, however, when a hurricane passes through the camp. Bellamy brings the grounder to camp to gather intel, which creates a rift between himself and Octavia.

Word Count: 4.60k

Based Off: 01x07 “Contents Under Pressure”

A/n: You’re barely in this one presently, considering you’re... well dying

As you were carried into camp, barely hanging on, Jasper called for Clarke. As soon as she laid eyes on your limp form in Bellamy’s arms, she got a few men to take you to the dropship. She looked over at Bellamy and into his terrified eyes. “Can you save her?” He asked, voice shaky.

“Not alone, I need my mother. I need to talk to her.” She sounded panicked, and she was. Shwas barely able to save Jasper but this was entirely different. You were her friend and a fellow camp leader, you were a vital person to everyone in this camp. She wouldn’t be able to lose you, no one would.

“There’s still no radio!” Raven piped up angrily from behind her.

“Raven, fix it! Go!” She steered the girl back in the direction of the dropship and turned back to Bellamy.

“I’ll try to do what I can, but without that radio, I-I don’t think I can do much for her.” She watched as Bellamy’s face went blank, but went to the dropship to try to save Finn. Bellamy followed Octavia, but she didn’t see it.

Everyone took shelter in the dropship from the storm as Raven attempted to contact the Ark. Clarke moved from Raven to Y/n, who was now just in her pants and bra, as the blood-soaked white singlet she wore was ripped and, well, bloody. It was cut from her body a little bit ago, and Clarke now went to remove the bandage they had wrapped around the knife to assess the damage she could see and change the dressing.

Y/n had been struggling to hold on since she was brought to the camp, and Clarke feared that she wouldn’t make it without the help of her mother. No one had seen Bellamy since he arrived at camp with Y/n and the others, and people were starting to wonder where their leader had gone. They had managed to contact the station, and once identified, Raven asked for Abby Griffin.

“Mom I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder.” Clarke explained.

“Clarke, this is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?” Jaha asked.

“Yes. The Earth is survivable. But we’re not alone.” Clarke’s message cut through the air in the comms room. “Mom, she’s dying. The knife’s still in her chest.”

As they waited for medical to come through the station, she had to break the news to the counsellor that his son died. “What about my daughter, is she there?” Kane’s voice cut through the silence that followed.

“Your- your daughter? What’s her name?” Clarke asked, unaware that Kane had even had a child.

“Y/n. Her name is Y/n Kane. Is she okay?” Dread filled Clarke as she looked at the dying woman on the table and back to Raven. No one even knew that Y/n was Kane’s daughter, she never said anything about it.

“She, uh- Kane she’s- she’s the one on the table. She’s the one that was stabbed.” Clarke told the man shakily. Once Abby and the medical centre came back onto the station, she informed Clarke that she would talk her through each step.

Clarke stood beside Y/n ready for her mother’s instruction. The storm outside was getting worse and started to interfere with the connectivity. Just then, Octavia came back with 2 bottles of moonshine to clean the wound and supplies with. Raven found a suture needle to sew up the wound and Octavia went to get the wire she used on the tents to see if it would work on Y/n’s injury.

As they were about to close the doors, someone shouted out that they were back. Just then, Bellamy walked through the doors with two others, who hauled the grounder that stabbed you in with them.

“What the hell are you doing?” Octavia asked.

“It’s time to get some answers,” Bellamy said.

“You mean revenge.” Octavia snipped.

“I mean intel.” Bellamy finalized. “Get him upstairs.” He told the two others.

“Bellamy, she’s right,” Clarke told the man.

Abby’s voice crackled through the radio again, pulling both Clarke and Bellamy’s attention over to Y/n. Bellamy saw the wound in full for the first time, also noticing that she was visibly worse than when she was brought to camp. The sight of the girl he considered to be his best friend lying on a table at the edge of death paralyzed him.

He shook himself out of it though, and went upstairs, the sinking feeling from when he carried her to camp returning in the pit of his stomach.

“The knife is at a sharp angle, between her sixth and seventh ribs,” Clarke told her mother.

“Okay, how deep?” She asked.

“I can’t tell how deep it is,” Clarke told her mother as she moved to the side of Y/n’s body where the knife was.

“That’s okay. Just don’t remove it yet.” She instructed her daughter. Raven paced worriedly and Clarke rubbed some moonshine on her hands to sterilize them before passing the bottle to Raven for her to do the same.

Abby asked if she could see any fluids, and Raven cleared the room to prevent any fights distracting Clarke. “Uh, she feels a little warm.”

“That’s fine. Fever usually accompanies trauma.” Abby assured her daughter. “But I need you to tell me if there’s any fluid leaking from the wound.”

Clarke unwrapped the bandage and told her mother that there wasn’t any. “That’s good. That’s really good. She got lucky.”

While Clarke was attempting to heal Y/n, Bellamy and Octavia were upstairs fighting once again. “Octavia, get out of here,” Bellamy ordered.

“I told you, he was protecting me. You didn’t have to do this.” She defended.

“This isn’t about you,” Bellamy stated. “I’m doing this for all of us.”

“You did that for all of us?” She asked sarcastically, talking about how beat up the grounder looked.

“No, I did that for Jasper and Diggs and John and Roma and..” Bellamy trailed off, thinking about the state of his friend downstairs.

“And Y/n?” Octavia asked. “Bellamy, you know she wouldn’t want this. Even if he did stab her, she wouldn’t condone this. She would beat the hell out of you herself if she saw what you’re doing.”

“Besides, it wasn’t even him.”

“You don’t know that!” Bellamy yelled. “We need to know what we’re up against. How many there are and why they’re killing us.”

“And he’s gonna tell us right now.” Bellamy finished, walking up to the tied up grounder.

“No, Bellamy. Please!” Octavia grabbed her brother’s arm, but he shook it off.

“Miller, get her out of here,” Bellamy ordered. Miller grabbed Octavia by the arm and started to drag her towards the hatch, but she fought him off.

“I was there! I-” She continued to shake the men off of her. “Hey, get- get off of me!” She yelled. She shook the men off successfully and went to the hatch.

“I don’t even think he speaks English. He won’t understand you.”

“Oh, I think he will.” Bellamy threatened, stepping up to the grounder.

“Okay Clarke,” Abby’s voice came through the radio again. “Firm grip on the knife. You’re going to need to angle it upward and to the left- very slightly to the left- as it exits the ribcage.” Her mother instructed.

“How very slightly?” Clarke asked.

“3 millimetres. Any more could be bad. Any less, too.” Jackson told her.

Abby’s voice was barely understandable as the storm worsened, leaving Clarke in dangerous waters. Once she heard the clear ‘3 millimetres’, she readied herself and Abby assured her.

“You’ve assisted me in trickier procedures than this. And once the knife is out the hard part is over.”

Clarke placed one hand near the wound and the other on the dagger’s hilt, ready to pull it out. It was then that you woke up to the searing pain in your abdomen again. “She’s waking up!” Raven yelled.

“Hold her still!” Clarke then addressed you. “Y/n, I’m gonna get the knife out of you, okay?” Your tolerance for the pain grew smaller and smaller as Raven held you down and Clarke pulled the knife slowly from your body. You bit back the urge to scream, which didn’t last long as the pain was too much.

Your screams were echoing throughout the dropship, and it was sure that everyone had heard them. Clarke was telling you not to move and you listened as best as you could, still crying out in pain. As soon as the knife was removed the dropship shook heavily, causing Clarke to fall over, and you to roll over the table and onto Raven.

“Sorry,” You groaned weakly as you coughed over her shoulder. Abby kept calling for Clarke when Finn responded from the other side of the room.

“It’s out. She did it.” He then helped you off of Raven and back onto the bed as you kept a hand over your injury, panting hard. Your lips were almost the same pale colour of your face, but you were most likely going to survive.

As Clarke stitched up the wound, you looked around. “Hey, where's Bellamy? He told me to move but I didn’t and now I’m- well, I almost died.” You chuckled but groaned when the action caused you pain. The three looked at each other before Clarke explained that he was on the third level with the grounder that stabbed you and took Octavia.

“He’s trying to get intel from him, apparently. But I think we all know what that means.” Octavia told you as she descended the ladder from the second floor.

You reached out for her hand and she took yours, smiling tearfully. “I’m glad you’re not dead. Y/n. It would’ve killed both me and Bell.”

“Nice to know that the Blake's have a soft spot for me.” You smirked weakly, causing a chuckle to escape Octavia’s lips.

As Clarke finished patching you up, you felt yourself getting more and more tired. “Is she okay?” Octavia asked.

“She’s lost a lot of blood, she needs her rest,” Abby interjected from the radio.

“I know, I know. But should she be that pale? And this warm?” Octavia asked Abby as she pressed a hand to your forehead. You didn’t protest in your basically asleep daze; in fact, the coolness of Octavia's hand calmed your fever just a smidge.

“Like I said, she's lost a lot of blood. But if she’s nearly as tough as you guys, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Abby assured the group of women.

“Wait, mom, she’s right,” Clarke said as she put a hand to your chest. “She’s feverish, and her breathing is uneven. She just passed out.”

“Well, you need to give her some time to recover. If she gets any worse, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. But I think she should be out of the woods.”

“Down here, there’s nothing but woods,” Clarke responded with a sigh.

Clarke went upstairs to inform Bellamy of your condition instead of talking to her mom. Clarke got a good look at the grounder before she pulled her gaze away to glare at Bellamy. “Well if he didn’t hate us before, he does now.”

“Who cares,” Bellamy pulled her off to the side. “Is she okay? I heard her screaming earlier.”

“She should be fine. We got the knife out and stitched her up. She’s a bit feverish and her breathing is uneven, but Finn and Raven are watching her now. And his people will care.” She switched the subject back to the grounder. “How long until they figure out where he is? And what happens when they do?”

“I mean, how long until they coming looking for him? And they will, Bellamy.”

“Relax, Clarke.” Bellamy interrupted. “No one saw us take him. He was chained up in that cave that entire time and thanks to the storm, we didn’t see a soul on the way back.” A loud thud broke their talking, but Bellamy pulled out the journal Miller had found earlier.

“In case you missed it, his people are already killing us.” He showed her the page he found earlier, with 102 marks on the page and 10 crossed out.

“How many more of our people need to die before you realize we’re fighting a war?” He asked the blonde as she looked at the page.

“We’re not soldiers, Bellamy. Look at him,” She glanced over at the grounder. “We can’t win.”

“You’re right. We can’t. If we don’t fight.” Bellamy told her. She was about to respond when Finn’s voice broke through the air.

“Clarke, she’s seizing!” Clarke broke into a run towards the ladder, leaving Bellamy to soak up the words and get angrier by the second.

As Clarke descended the ladder, Raven began to explain but Clarke cut her off, demanding that she get Abby on the radio. “The radio’s dead! Interference from the storm!” Raven yelled.

Clarke attempted to hold you down by the shoulders to stabilize you, but your violent shaking worried everyone in the room.

On the Ark, a terrified and worried Marcus went to see his mother and visit section 17. People whispered as he made his way to the tree until his mother made her way to him.

“Marcus, you shouldn’t be here.” She told her son.

“You’re wrong, mom. This is exactly where I should be.” He told the older woman. “She used to love this tree.”

“You’ve got some balls coming in here.” A man, Ridley, spoke up against the crowd. “You’re standing where my wife took her last breath.”

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I’m so very sorry.”

“Tell me she didn’t die for nothing,” Ridley demanded.

“If I did, I’d be lying,” Marcus said solemnly. He could only think about his mistakes, now that his daughter could die and he never got the time with her. All because he couldn’t face her after his wife’s death.

“Then it’s true? You knew those kids were on the ground?” Ridley asked. “That the Earth is survivable?”

Marcus shook his head at the second question. If he knew it was survivable, there would not have been any deaths in section 17.

“You were supposed to protect us.” Another woman told him.

“Say something!” Ridley yelled, pushing Marcus down. Jaha came in to stop the inevitable fight, as Marcus stood up.

“I don’t need you to defend me.” He told the man.

“Murderers!” Ridley yelled.

Jaha told the guard to put away his baton, or he was just making things worse.

“We want answers!” The woman yelled.

“We want our people back,” Ridley demanded.

“The least we can give you is the truth,” Jaha spoke. “Sound the signal for a general assembly. With the station representatives.” Jaha told the guard.

“What are you doing?” Marcus asked him.

“No more secrets,” Jaha responded. The guards cleared everyone out of the room as Marcus turned back to the tree.

“You’ve been drinking,” Jaha commented.

“320 people,” Marcus sighed. “If I had waited a day, two days… They’d still be alive.”

“You didn’t make that decision alone, Marcus.”

“Maybe not. But I pushed. I was - I was so sure. I swore an oath to protect and defend these people. Instead, I killed them. And I let my wife get killed, too, and now my daughter might die and I haven’t even spoken a word to her in eight years.”

“Pull yourself together, Kane,” Jaha told him. “And then get your ass to the mess hall.”

“Okay, it stopped.” Clarke sighed. “Quick, help me get her on her side.” Raven and Finn helped roll you into your uninjured side to get the fluids out so you could breathe.

“Fluid in her lungs, does that mean the knife hit something?” Finn asked worriedly.

“No! This isn’t blood, it's something else. I did - I did everything she told me!” Clarke panicked until she put the pieces together. “Wait, I’ve seen this before. Shortness of breath. Fever. Seizing. It’s poison.”

“Clarke, you sterilized everything, we watched you. How is it poison?” Raven asked. Clarke threw the rag down and moved over to the knife, picking it up.

“Not everything. Stay there, watch her.” She instructed the two, moving up the ladder with the poisoned knife.

As she made her way up, Octavia told her that they locked the hatch to the third level. Clarke made her way up anyways, pounding on the door. “Hey! Open the door!”

Miller opened the hatch to let Clarke and Octavia through but blocked it with his body. “Get out of my way, Miller. Now!”

He moved and she stormed over to the grounder, holding up the knife. “What’s on this?” She demanded.

“What are you talking about?” Bellamy asked her.

“He poisoned the blade.” She said. “All this time, he knew Y/n was gonna die no matter what we did.”

Octavia looked at her shocked brother and back to the grounder that protected her from being killed, appalled that he could do something like that.

“What is it! Is there an antidote?” She yelled until Octavia cut in.

“Clarke, he doesn’t understand you.”

“The vials.” Bellamy moved to the container full of small vials that Miller found earlier, pulling them out. “It’s gotta be here.” Clarke tossed the knife to the floor and took the container.

“You’d have to be stupid to have poison around this long without an antidote.” She remarked.

“Which one?” She yelled anxiously.

“Answer the question!” Bellamy yelled at the man.

“Show us, please,” Octavia begged.

“Which one?” Clarke asked. “Our friend is dying down there and you can stop that!” When no response came from the grounder, Bellamy moved closer.

“I’ll get him to talk.” Octavia pulled her brother back and spun him around.

“He wants Y/n to die! Why can’t you see that?!” He screamed at his sister, before turning to the grounder. “Do you want her to live or not?”

“Clarke, you even said it yourself. This is not who we are!” Octavia told the woman. She was scared for Y/n’s life, of course, but she did not want the man that saved her to die. “He was protecting me. He saved my life.”

“We’re talking about Y/n’s life!” Bellamy yelled back. Octavia gasped when Clarke told Bellamy to go ahead but said nothing. She instead turned to the grounder.

“Just tell us!” She demanded, Miller, holding her back. Bellamy cut one of the seatbelts off and walked up to the grounder, cutting off the shirt he wore.

“You’re gonna show us the antidote or you’re gonna wish you had.” Bellamy threatened. Octavia begged for Bellamy not to do it, but he ignored her as he slipped the seatbelt from his shoulder, making sure that the metal part was the part that would strike the grounder.

The only thing that he could process at the moment was that his best friend would die if he didn’t get an answer, and by now, he was desperate. He needs to have you in his life. You helped Octavia and you were her friend, you befriended him and understood why he did the things he did, even though no one else did. You were important to everyone in the camp.

He whipped the grounder twice until Clarke stepped in front of him to stop it. She knelt on the ground and spread the vials out in front of her, begging the grounder to tell her which one it was.

Bellamy pulled her away and readied his makeshift whip once more, hitting the grounder with more force and more often. As he did so, Octavia pleaded with her brother to stop. As there was a small pause between whips, Raven called out.

“Clarke! She’s getting worse!”

“We’re running out of time,” She sighed anxiously. Bellamy bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily from the amount of force he used. This now gave him the time to think about the condition Y/n was in, and it worried him deeply. So much so that he felt the tears welling up in his eyes.

“Which one is it?” She asked again, much more panicked than before. “Tell us, please! If you tell us, they’ll stop.”

“Please, tell us which one is the antidote and they’ll stop this.” She bargained. When no answer was given, Bellamy balled up the seat belt and grabbed an almost corkscrew-shaped nail.

“If that doesn’t work, maybe this will.” He threatened. “Clarke, you don’t have to be here for this,” He allowed the blonde.

“I’m not leaving until I get that antidote.” She stated. Bellamy moved to the grounder's open palm, telling him he had one more chance. With no response, Bellamy aggressively shoved the nail through the grounder's palm, blood splattering to the floor as he grunted in pain.

“What’s taking so long?” Raven asked as she came up the ladder. “She stopped breathing,”

“What?” Bellamy asked, panicked.

“She started again, but next time she might not.”

“He won’t tell us anything,” Clarke informed the girl.

“Wanna bet?” Raven asked as she pulled some wires out of the board near the grounder.

“What are you doing?” Bellamy asked.

“Showing him something new,” Raven told him, rubbing the exposed wires together to create sparks, which scared the grounder. She put the ends of the wires on his body, causing him to absorb the electricity very painfully as the lights in the dropship dimmed.

The grounder screamed in pain as Raven demanded to know which vial contained the antidote. She shocked him again when he gave no answer, the lights dimming once again.

Octavia then noticed the discarded knife on the floor and grabbed it. “No more!” She yelled.

“He’s letting Y/n die!” Raven yelled back. Octavia held the knife up before slicing her arm with it, much like the way Murphy cut you a week ago. Bellamy protested Octavia’s decision, and everyone saw the grounder move forward.

“He won’t let me die.” She told the room. She knelt down in front of the vials, using the knife to point to them, asking which was the antidote. He moved his head to the last vial, and Octavia held it up for him. When he nodded that it was the antidote, she handed it to Clarke, who ran down the ladder with Raven. Octavia wrapped her arm in cloth, and Bellamy put a hand on her shoulder, but she shook it off.

“Don’t touch me.” She went down the ladder to join Clarke and the others, who just gave the antidote to her.

“How do we know if it works?” Finn asked.

“We’ll know when she wakes up,” Clarke responded, keeping her eyes on Y/n. “She’ll need water when she does. Do you mind?” She asked Raven, who went up the ladder to retrieve some.

As Clarke waited, she heard her mother’s voice come through the radio. “Clarke? Clarke, can you hear me?”

“I’m here,” She told her mother.

“The storm is passing. How’s Y/n doing?” She asked.

“I think she’ll be okay,” Clarke informed her mother.

“That’s all thanks to you,” Abby praised. “I’m so proud of you. Clarke, your father would be so proud of you, too.”

“Don’t talk about him,” Clarke said, voice cold.

“Clarke, baby, I know something else is wrong. Please tell me what it is.” Abby attempted to comfort her daughter.

“Dad’s dead because of you.” Clarke sniffed, tears springing to her eyes. “You turned him in. I know it. Wells told me everything before he-” Clarke cut herself off, the emotions overwhelming her.

“He let me believe that he did it so that I’d hate him instead of you.”

“Clarke,” Abby began. “Clarke, I want you to listen to me. That was never supposed to happen. Jaha was supposed to talk him out of it.”

“I’m done talking to you!” Clarke yelled, turning off the radio. She sat down and lent over to your side, crying.

After the assembly in the mess hall, Marcus went to the tree in section 17 to water it, even though he hasn’t done so in years.

“You haven’t done that in years.” His mother came into the room. He glanced back at her before turning away from the tree.

“It’s healing, don’t you agree?” His mother asked with a small smile. He looked at his mother and turned his face to the floor, failing to keep his tears in this time. His mother reached out to comfort him, and he let her,

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” He whispered.

“You’re my son.” She told him. “And you’re Y/n’s father.”

He let out a small gasp at her name. “I’ve done some terrible things.” He admitted.

“God will forgive you, Marcus.” She assured him softly. “The question is, will you be able to forgive yourself?”

Vera turned with Marcus to give him a hug, which he accepted. “Y/n almost died today,” He sobbed, and Vera rubbed his back in comfort. “But they said she’ll be fine.”

“At least she’s okay,” She whispered.

As the storm passed and everyone went outside to repair any damage, Clarke waited beside you when you woke up. She hurried up to you as you lifted your head briefly, and she took your hand.

“Hey,” You said tiredly.

“Hey,” She smiled in relief.

“Good save, Clarke. Didn’t wanna die today.” You smiled, and she laughed at your joke.

“It wasn’t just me. Raven helped too.” She told you.

You smiled lazily and looked around to see her sleeping behind you. You noticed it was her jacket underneath your head. “Wait where’s Bellamy,” You asked, seeing no one else in the room.

“And Jasper, where’s Jasper?” You kept looking around.

“Relax, they’re outside. I’ll go get them for you.” You nodded happily and watched Clarke’s retreating figure, before lifting the blanket to see your wound. You poked at it lightly for a little bit, until Bellamy’s voice rang through the air.

“Don’t poke at it too much, you’ll rip the stitches and Clarke’ll get mad.” When you looked up you saw the smile creeping up onto his face.

You smiled with him, giggling at his words. “Come here,” You outstretched your arms like a child and he made his way over to you to give you a hug. It was comforting, but Bellamy made sure he didn’t touch your wound.

You felt his shoulders shaking when he pulled away, indicating that he was crying. You moved your hands up to his shoulders and got him to look at you.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. I’m still alive and still very capable of annoying you.” You assured him, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

You wiped what tears were on his cheeks away, as he grabbed one of your hands. “If you even think about dying on me, princess, I will hunt you down and kill you,” He threatened playfully. You laughed with him, groaning a bit when your wound moved.

“Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.” Your face twisted a bit, and he calmed down. “Go back to work, Bellamy. Apparently there was a hurricane? I don’t remember it, but there’s a lot to do. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

You shooed him away and he walked out of the dropship so you could get some more rest.

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Down Below (Chapter 66)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 6.1k words

Warning: swearing, war & violence, mention of sex

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'Wake up, Y/N.' I heard a voice from a distance, after a while I realized it was Octavia calling for me.

Slowly gaining full consciousness again, I felt my head pounding and my ears ringing. The explosion had me blacked out for a long time and now the sky was already dark.

'You feel alright?' She whispered as she laid on the ground. 'Don't move, the patrols are watching us from above.'

'Don't worry, I wouldn't be able to move even if I wanted to.' I whispered back and sighed. 'They shot my leg earlier before the explosion.'

'We should try to move when the lights aren't hitting us. I'll help you up.' Seeing the pattern from the lights going left and right, it seems as though they were detecting Wonkru with them. 'They won't see us when the lights aren't flashing this way.'

With my cheek against the ground, I tried looking around without moving anything but my eyes. 'Where's Bellamy?'

'I don't know, I haven't seen him. Maybe he escaped because I haven't seen Indra either.' I was scared that once we try to rush off to meet with the others, we'll discover Bellamy dead on the ground.

'Stop, don't think like that. You have that look on your face.' Octavia breathed as she watched my facial expression, 'Bellamy is okay. We have to worry about getting out of here first. Can you get up?'

'Why are you so eager to save me, O? Are you genuinely caring or are you scared to face war alone?' It was stupid of me to bring this up now at a life-or-death moment but it just blurted out; I couldn't keep nice with her anymore and needed to let everything out.

Octavia raised her voice but still in a low tone. 'Of course I want to save you. How can you say that?'

Her voice had a harsher tone but her face said it all; she feared something. All of what was happening right now scared her.

'You're scared, just admit it. We know each other too damn well to lie to so jus-'

'Okay! I'm scared. Is that what you want to hear? Damn it, you're going to have to get the fuck up or we're both going to die here tonight.'

After years of putting up a front, we were both finally honest; six years after hiding our true feelings, I knew how uneasy that was for her to admit everything and show her vulnerability. All of it was hard for me too, doing the same thing to Bellamy.

Letting all the anger out probably made us both feel better because now, it was quiet between us. Shortly realizing we had to get moving, I finally spoke up. 'I-I don't know if I can make it, my leg is pretty messed up.'

Octavia crawled slowly next to me as she gripped on my hips tightly. 'We go together when the next light passes.'

Both of us eyed the light that flashed across the dark area, going left and right. When the light finally left our sight, I quickly got up even when the pain was nearly unbareable.

'Now!' Octavia whispered loudly as she practically carried me across to the big boulder that would be able to cover us from the search light.

'Y/N? Octavia?' Bellamy turned to us, 'I thought you guys made it out. You guys okay?'

Both mine and Octavia's eyes widened, scared that we ran into one of McCreary's men. I was also surprised to see him still here.

'Y/N is hurt, really bad.' Octavia replied to her brother as she slowly set me down against the boulder. 'What should we do now?'

Bellamy chuckled in frustration, 'We? You're the one that got us in this mess. You can figure this out on your own.'

'I tried, okay? And I'm sorry. Can we please just find a way to get us all out in one piece please?'

He sighed, 'Can you walk still Y/N?'

'I can try but I don't know if I can stay up for too long. I'm pretty much useless.'

'I'll get you out. I just need a distraction.' Octavia was determined to get me out of here, I've never seen her so serious; the last time she was, it was the day Wonkru chose her as leader.

'Guys, I appreciate it but let's be real... I won't be able t-'

Bellamy cut me off, denying everything. 'We're getting back to the others one way or another.'

Octavia stared at her brother and took a breath. 'He's right Y/N. I got an idea but Bellamy, you're going to have to carry Y/N and run as fast as you can.'

'What are you going to do Octavia?' I asked with concern. Octavia and I had a bit of a rough patch but I didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

'You two just go.' Octavia bit her lip as she saw my facial expression. 'What? Earlier you were eager to fight me but suddenly you're worried about me?'

I eyed Octavia in awe, worried about what crazy scheme she was planning in her head. What bothered me the most about this was that Bellamy wasn't doing anything to stop her.

'Whatever you have in mind, I don't like it. Oct-'

'Y/N look, everything that's happening right now is my fault and I need to fix this. Fix Wonkru, fix our friendship, fix everything I've broken in the past six years. Let me do this.'

'No, I'm not letting you.' I shook my head and quickly turned to Bellamy. 'Please help me out here, stop her Blake.'

Bellamy looked at me and then his sister in silence, I knew he was thinking about this situation in his head and I didn't like that he was hesitating.

Shoving his arm, I grunted. 'Stop your sister!'

'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'Just let her do what she needs to do.'

My nose twitched as tears started falling from my eyes. I hated that I was crying but I felt so hopeless and useless. My leg was starting to feel numb and I couldn't stand that I was so damn vulnerable.

This wasn't how I imagined being back on the land after leaving the bunker. Things were supposed to be joyous and that's all I hoped it would be.

Of course that wasn't the case.

Just as if I was on the Ark again, it was never happiness but always a disaster. I didn't know why I even bothered to hope for change. It never worked.

Octavia grabbed my hands and tried to smile, 'Omon Gon Oson.'

'Don't do this, I can't lose anyone else.' I sniffled, 'It's supposed to be me and you, always remember?'

'You're going to be fine.' She mumbled before she walked into the enemy's vision. What was worse was that I couldn't even jump in front of her to stop what she was doing and Bellamy didn't move a single muscle.

Octavia raised her hands and put it behind her head, surrendering in front of McCreary's men. All the lights flashed right at her, getting all the attention. I bet they loved that Blodreina was finally on her knees and not fighting back.

I closed my eyes shut as I heard Octavia scream. She let out all the pain and the suffering that tortured us throughout our lives in hell. This was it for us, the final path together but I couldn't take one last look at her; seeing her lying on the floor would've been agonizing.

My eyes shut tighter as I heard guns from a distance, slowly coming towards us. I knew something wasn't right because the sound of an engine came closer as well.

'They came...' Bellamy muttered under his breath as the Rover stopped right in front of Octavia.

'Get in now!' Echo yelled from the passenger seat, shooting towards McCreary's army.

Bellamy picked me up and rushed to the Rover as John opened the back door for us to hop in. 'Come on, we have to hurry.'

Octavia joined us in the backseat and John quickly closed the door. 'We're good to go!'

Madi switched the gears and turned the car around quickly while Echo slowed them down, getting an opportunity to drive off without any problem.

Echo smirked as she turned her head around, 'Glad to see you all alive.'

'Y/N's leg is pretty fuc-'

'I'll be fine.' I interrupted Bellamy, hoping the stern tone from my voice wasn't too obvious that I was infuriated with him. How could he just leave his sister like that?

Emori shifted her eyes toward me and scratched her head. 'Funny how we're back to where it all started.'

Thinking back to the time where Emori shoved me through the rover, I chuckled lightly. 'What a throwback, huh.'

'Wow, this isn't awkward at all.' John joked.

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'Y/N? Y/N?'

Jumping back to reality, my eyes followed the direction my name was coming from. John waved his hand in my face, trying to get my attention. 'You with me here?'

'Oh, yeah. Sorry.' I said casually as he sat next to me. I've been in bed rest since we got back to camp and I was getting easily distracted by my thoughts.

'That's all I get? Not even a "I missed you." Huh?' He laughed lightly as he reached for a hug, 'Because I surely did miss you, Y/N.'

Hugging him tightly, I responded. 'Of course I missed you. I was just distracted for a bit, sort of forgot you were in the tent with me.'

'You know, I was hoping I would catch you with warpaint across your face like Monty said. Apparently you scared the shit out of him and Harper.'

From embarrassment of my dark and nasty past, I faked a smile. 'Ah, yeah. Not my finest moment.'

'Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'm sure you looked really hot. The "grounder" look would've been so-'

Immediately, I lightly punched him on his arm. 'Don't say stuff like that considering the fact that you have a girlfriend. Emori already hates me as it is.'

'Ah yeah...' John scratched the back of his head and sighed. 'News flash, her and I aren't dating anymore. It's a bit complicated.'

'Relationships are always complicated.' I looked to the ground as the first thought that came to my head was about Bellamy.

It wasn't even our "complicated" relationship that I was thinking about, it was how he betrayed his sister and left her to die out on the field that bothered me so much.

'Let me guess, Bellamy?' John said.

Looking up as our eyes met, I tried to pretend otherwise even when it was clearly about him. John knew me too well, chuckling as he saw me try to hide my emotions. ''You're so easy to read, Y/N. Look, I've heard about you and the whole Skafaiya transformation but you're always the same person deep down. I don't buy the whole "princess of hell" bullshit.'

'You're the only one who thinks that, John. You also haven't seen the real me. The dark side that I unleashed down at the bunker.' Flashbacks of the killings gets me every time; I hated that I stooped so low.

'I've known you for a long time, Y/N. Whatever you went through and done at the bunker, I'm sure you did it for a reason. I don't believe you as a bad guy or having a bad side, ever.'

John's smile made me feel warmth that I haven't felt in a long time. I'll never forgive myself for the things I've done but hearing John say that about me gave me some sort of hope.

We've known each other for so long, from the day we met in Pike's class, both of us getting locked up in the Skybox until now. It was nice to know John's genuine thoughts about me after the tough years we faced together.

'It's nice to hear that, really but there isn't an excuse for the all the bad stuff I did.'

'Y/N, I've done some bad things too.' He laughed everything off and continued, 'Let's see, I accidentally turned off our oxygen source everyone was pissed. Uhm, I tried going a week without eating Monty's nasty Algae. Yuck. I eventually gave up because I was starving.'

His "bad things" was nothing compared to mine but knowing his old tricks, I knew what he was doing. 'You're still really good at distracting me, I see.'

'Yes I am.' He continued to think about the last six years in the Ring, 'Ah. Bad news for you but Bellamy and I fought almost everyday. You have to give me some credit though because I didn't start all the fighting and arguing.'

'What did you guys fight about this time?'

'Honestly, about you.' John raised his eyebrows and tilted his head down. 'Which is also kind of the reason why Emori and I broke up years ago.'

Furrowing my eyebrows, I started to worry. I knew Bellamy and John never saw eye to eye but I never wanted to ruin their relationship. Especially with Emori, I felt terrible that I was the reason for their problems. 'If it's about the fight before Priamfaya, I-'

'She was out of line when she pushed you out of the rover. Jealousy or not, she could've almost killed you.' John took a deep breath, stressed from remembering the tense memories. 'It wa- that wasn't the breaking point for our relationship. It did make me mad but...'

'But what?'

John paused for a moment; I figured he didn't want to talk about his breakup between Emori which was why I didn't ask again. Before I tried to change the subject, he spoke. 'I told her I still loved you.'

It was a complete surprise, considering I never thought that this would happen at all. We've both moved on, found someone else for ourselves. I'll always have a place in my heart for John but he seemed so happy with Emori, I would've never thought.

'Hence the tension between Bellamy and I. Emori eventually told him about my feelings towards you and ever since, we've been fighting like crazy. So much for happy Spacekru family, huh.' John nervously chuckled.

'John, I-'

'No, no need for an apology or anything. Emori always had doubts about our relationship so it's not anything new. Don't worry about it.' It was easy to tell his smile was fake, 'Besides, I know you love Bellamy. I don't want to get in between you two.'

We both stared at each other, it was weird how I felt. John was my best friend, my only best friend from the Ark that I had left after Finn died. We have so much history together and we've come a long way.

I didn't know if it was his empathy or my anger for Bellamy that made me feel something different for John. It's been a long time since John and I even had a slight connection but it didn't feel all that wrong.

Both our head turned as we heard Bellamy come into my tent, John gave him a smug. 'What's up?'

'What are you doing in here?' Bellamy questioned him.

'A friend can't visit me in my tent?' I rolled my eyes as I got on my foot. John and Bellamy watched me like a sad puppy as I stood up on my bad leg. 'My leg is fine. Just a little sore.'

'You need to rest, Reyes.'

'We came back, I've rested. Now the suns up which means it's time to get a move on.' I walked slowly, limping as well but it didn't bother me as much as Bellamy bothered me.

John sighed, 'Y/N. Getting Shallow Valley is important but we can do this on our own. You're mor-'

'You shut up Murphy.'

'Leave him alone.' I glared at Bellamy and approached him. 'Seems like betrayal runs in the family huh? You and Octavia are exactly the same.'

Bellamy shook his head, 'Is that what you're mad about? Do you really wanna talk about betrayal right now?'

John got in between us, facing me as he tried to calm me down. 'I'll be fine, John. Just walk away because I don't want you to get hurt.'

As he nodded and walked out of my tent, Bellamy laughed sarcastically, 'You think I'm going to hurt Murphy?'

'You know I was really, genuinely happy about us trying to move on. I get that Octavia has done some things she isn't proud of but so have I.' Hoping that this will be a peaceful conversation, I kept my tone of voice. 'If you're considering being at peace with what I've done, why can't you with your own sister?'

'It's not the same- she's my sister.'

Watching Bellamy crumble as he thought of his sister reminded me of the reaction I was going to get when I finally see Raven again. Maybe in a way I understood, it was more of a disappointment perhaps.

I can't even imagine how disgusted Raven felt about me knowing what I've done. I knew that Raven would be so disappointed in me as well as embarrassed to even be associated with me.

It was hard to fully understood Bellamy's point of view in this but thinking from Raven's perspective I tried to sympathize with his thoughts. The fact of the matter was it didn't change what Octavia and I both did.

The only thing I could do was nod in response, acknowledging Bellamy as he thought about his sister's change. Not thinking anymore of their relationship I tried changing the subject. 'Are we all ready to head out?'

'Reyes, you're not serious are you?' He knew I wouldn't give up and Bellamy was worried now more than ever, especially because McCreary showed no mercy. Hearing what he has done to our people, he didn't want anything worse to happen to me.

'My sister is taken hostage by a psychopath and our "beloved" Clarke Griffin. I can't stay here and do nothing.' My sarcasm was uncalled for but considering our past and what she was doing to our friends, I couldn't care less.

Bellamy knew I was too stubborn to listen to him, he sighed. 'Come on, we have a plan.'

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'Octavia kneeling for a natbleda, can you believe that? Now that Wonkru has a new commander, we might actually have a chance.' Emori praised as she drove the Rover.

'You think that little kid can lead a clan?' John chuckled, 'I mean better than Octavia I guess but I don't know.'

'All Wonkru wants is a natbleda to follow. Madi is smart and capable, I believe in her.' Echo followed up with John's question. She then turned to me and eyed my leg. 'I'm more worried about you Y/N.'

It was weird being on the same side of history with a woman that nearly killed me and my friend in the past, now she was worried about my injuries. 'I'll be fine once I know that Raven is okay.'

'Ah fuck!' As we heard bullets hitting the Rover, Emori punched the dashboard. 'They damaged the engine.'

'We need to go now.' Bellamy grabbed his machine gun and left the Rover with Echo who had an arrow on her hand.

John screamed as the bullet hit him on the shoulder, 'Fucking pricks!' He grabbed tightly onto the remote that activated the weapon that was attached to the Rover.

The enemy's voices echoed throughout the valley as Murphy shot them one after the other. Followed by a huge explosion thanks to Bellamy and Echo, the screams coming from the other side were now silent.

'Done.' John breathed heavily as he held onto his wounded shoulder.

Quickly rushing over to John, I checked his wound. He chuckled, 'Ha. Now we have a matching bullet wound.'

'That's not funny. How are you feeling?'

John stared at me with a serious look on his face. The sudden change of his mood from sarcasm to seriousness scared me a bit. 'What?'

He suddenly grabbed onto my cheek and crashed his lips on to mine, everything took me by surprised and I didn't know what to do but to pull away. 'Jo-'

'Saw the opportunity and I took it.' He laughed a bit. 'You didn't seem like you hate it though, Y/N.'

John wasn't entirely wrong when he said that but I was confused about my feelings towards him and Bellamy. 'You're lucky Emori isn't in here or she would've thrown me off the rover again.'

'I wouldn't let her hurt you.' John smiled as he opened the door to the vehicle. 'Besides, I saw her leave the rover.'

There it was again, that feeling in the pit of my stomach. The same butterflies I felt when John and I started dating for the first time up at the Ark. The feeling I got when Bellamy and I had our actual kiss before we went into Mount Weather.

It was all coming back again but this time it was for someone other than Bellamy.

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Walking the rest of the way to Shallow Valley felt like a journey. My leg was starting to hurt ridiculously again and I honestly didn't know if I could go any further.

'Y/N, you're bleeding.' Madi pointed my injury out as we were getting close to the Valley. I've known for a while about the blood but I didn't want to slow the group down. 'You should sit down.'

'We don't have time to sit down. For all we know, McCreary has Raven at gun point and I cannot take the risk.'

Madi stood next to me, wrapped my arm around her as she helped me walk. 'Well we can't have both of you die.'

A chuckle escaped my mouth, 'That is true. This is why you're our commander. Smart girl.'

She smiled as she continued to help me, 'Speaking of, I wanted to ask you about that. Are you mad about everything?'

'Why would I be?' I shook my head, seeing concern all over Madi's face. 'I've really fucked everything up. You've been here for only a while and already making a huge difference.'

'Thanks. Clarke always loved talking about her friends and I loved hearing your story. With all your hard work you put for your people before Praimfaya, I couldn't believe everything that happened in the bunker.'

'Clarke's friend?' I laughed, 'Friend isn't how I describe our relationship.'

Madi nodded, 'Yeah, she told me everything that happened between you two. How one of her biggest regret was almost shooting you.'

'It wasn't the shooting part that made me mad, it was why she almost did it.' Still until this day, I knew that what Clarke did was wrong; trying to shove everyone out of the bunker including our own people.

Suddenly, a huge siren rang across the whole forest. It sounded like it was coming from the valley, which we were close to.

'Everyone listen up. I need everyone to rush to the transport ship now. There is a missile on the way down here and you guys have nine minutes.' Raven announced.

'Guys we have to hurry.' Bellamy looked back as him and Octavia led the group up to Shallow Valley. Panic flushed when he saw me leaning on Madi. 'Reyes, is it your leg?'

'Yeah, it's bad.' I bit my bottom lip, trying to bare the pain as the stitches were coming out. 'You guys need to go. I'll try to catch up.'

John yelled, walking to my side as he helped me also. 'Are you kidding me? We are all getting to that ship, together.'

Emori watched Madi and John help me walk through the Valley. 'Should you really be helping? Your bullet wound on your arm is still bleeding, John.'

'I'll be fine, Y/N can't even walk.' Him and Madi tried to get me to walk faster but at a pace where I wouldn't be in too much pain. 'Just in case this whole "missile is coming" thing is a trap from McCreary, it'll be better for you, Miller, Echo, Bellamy and Octavia to be in the frontline.'

Echo nodded her head, 'Good idea. Better safe than sorry.'

Bellamy stared at us suspiciously, mostly glaring at Murphy. 'If you are suddenly in pain where you can't help Y/N anymor-'

'I'm not letting anything happen to her.' John muttered as he motioned Bellamy to keep going towards the ship.

'We'll stay back here with you guys in case anything happens.' Harper smiled sweetly, walking along with Monty as we all continued to walk to the ship.

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'Why do you always do this to me?' I mumbled, watching Kane sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He had gotten stabbed on the neck by one of Abby's patients from Diyoza's crew. Because of all the blood he lost from it, Kane was now unconscious. 'All the fucked up things you've done to me and I still don't want you dead.'

Even with my tore up leg from getting shot, even when we barely made it to the ship before the nine minute mark, even after all the things that happened between us, I cared about Marcus.

It wasn't fair that I had to feel all these pain when all Marcus did was leave me, just like he left me when I was a kid. All the bond we recreated over the years for him to betray me once again; not once but twice when he allied with Diyoza to destroy Wonkru.

All I wanted was for him to believe me; Trust that I didn't kill those innocent people because I wanted to. It was his girlfriend that blackmailed me to doing things I shouldn't have done. Abby Griffin had all of us wrapped around her dirty finger.

My thoughts were sidetracked when I heard the door open to the nurse room. Thinking it was Abby checking on Marcus, I gave a glare.

Instead it was Raven, standing there with a straight face as if she saw a ghost.

This was the moment I've dreaded since I came out of that bunker; the reunion with my sister after all the horrible things I've done down there.

Staying still on the chair next to Marcus, I didn't move at all. I was too embarrassed to say or do anything in front of her. I felt the judgment in her eyes as she looked at me up and down.

Raven approached me without changing her facial expression, heart beating faster and faster each step she took towards me. I've never been so scared to talk to her, or anyone for that matter.

She kneeled on my level to where I was sitting and then hugged me, 'Y/N... I'm so sorry.'

This wasn't the reaction I was expecting at all from my sister; she held me tightly and sniffles as she started to cry.

'I'm so sorry about everything you've went through. I can't imagine all the pain you're carrying right now.'

'No, no.' I cried with her, knowing that I didn't deserve her sympathy at all. 'Everything was all my fault and it went too far-'

She grabbed onto my cheeks, 'You and Octavia did the best you can. Okay? Things did get out of hand but no one else stood up by your side, like this man right here. Kane was supposed to support you but he didn't. It was just you two leading Wonkru.'

'You two were just kids trying to make it work, thought you did what you had to do. I'm sorry you had to go through that all by yourself. If I had just come back with Murphy and Emori-'

'If you'd gone to the bunker with them two you would've been dead, Raven. You couldn't have fixed yourself if you haven't stayed like you did. You're the last person I'd blame for any of this.'

Raven smiled softly, pulling me in and wrapping her arms around me once again. 'I've missed you so, so much Y/N.'

'I've missed you too, Raven. Thank you for not hating me.' I cried harder, relieved that I didn't lose my sister.

'Nothing could make me hate you, ever. You're the only sister I have. You're family, Y/N.'

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Both of us gossiped about all that things that happened within our lives in the past six years. Hell, more than that because I haven't seen her since she left Arkadia to go find some supplies at Becca's lab.

She even told me about Shaw, one of Diyoza's men that wasn't like the rest of them. Matter of fact, he helped Raven throughout the whole process of trying to get Shallow Valley. Although we failed at that since now were in space once again, he saved our lives from that missile McCreary launched before his death.

It made me happy that Raven found someone after Wick. She had a hard time trusting people and letting them in, after meeting Shaw I knew he was the right guy for her. They were so cute together.

As Raven and I were both giggling, Bellamy saw us from across the hallway. He then smiled and waved at me.

Bellamy checked on my leg as he walked over to us. 'How is your leg?'

'It's better now that I'm not moving too much. I'm more curious of the healing process during cryo. Do you think it'll heal or stay wounded?'

'That's what you're worried about?' Bellamy chuckled and then caressed my cheek. 'You're such a goofball and I've missed that about you, Y/N.'

Not knowing why Murphy and the kiss we shared in the rover was stuck in my head, I shifted my eyes away from him. The guilt was building inside me, even when I wasn't in the wrong at all.

Bellamy and I aren't together anymore, he was in the process of trying to forgive and forget. It was an exciting moment when he told me that but now I'm conflicted in my own heart and mind.

'You alright?' He rubbed my shoulder softly as he looked at me, 'Is it about the Octavia thing still?'

'No, not really. That's between you and her and I should've never butted in. I'm sorry.'

He shook his head, 'You two are really close now and I actually admire that you care so much about her. It's just tough for me to figure her out right now.'

Raven tugged on my shirt from behind. 'Okay Bellamy, time is up. Can I have my sister back?'

'We only got to talk for a few seconds.'

'I haven't seen Y/N since Arkadia burnt to the ground, I win.' Raven smirked, pulling me away from him and walking to the other direction.

'Can I see you before cryo, Reyes? I won't be able to see you for years again.' Bellamy shouted through the hallway.

'Maybe.' Raven responded, giggling as she walked beside me.

Bellamy laughed, 'No. The other Reyes.'

I turned around, flashing a smile towards Bellamy. 'I'll see you later, Blake.'

Raven continued to laugh as we strolled away from him. ‘No thanks to McCreary’s dumbass psycho self, we have to live up in space again.’

‘Live? We’re going to be in cryo for God knows how long.’ I sighed, ‘Finally we get out of this hell hole and now we have to literally start over. For all we know, we will never have a place to live ever again.’

My sister smirked at me, ‘Aw. Are you cranky because you couldn’t spend time with your dear old boyfriend?’

Playfully rolling my eyes, I softly hit Raven on her arm. ‘Har, har. And no, we aren’t even dating. Taking things slow.’

Although in my mind, I’m in a weird conflict between having feelings for both Bellamy and John I could never tell Raven. I loved her but I didn’t want to speak of something before I was completely sure of what my heart really wanted.

Raven smiled, 'You know I'm really glad you and Bellamy patched things up. With the whole Murphy hating, Echo kissing drama that was going on in The Ring, I neve-'

'Echo kissing drama?' I furrowed my eyebrows as I questioned Raven. 'What do you mean?'

'Oh. He never told you.' Raven's smile faded away as she realized that I knew nothing about this situation. 'Harper caught Echo and Bellamy kissing a few times. We don't know if they went all the way bu-'

'A few times?' My heart dropped, not knowing what emotion to feel about this. It was anger for Bellamy but majority was dissapointment and betrayal. It was tiring for me to keep crying over people that seem to not care about me.

Raven grabbed onto my forearm, 'Y/N I'm so sorry I thought you already knew about all of this.'

'No it's not your fault.' I pulled my arm away from her and ran away, embarrassed to cry in front of my sister. I heard Raven call for my name multiple times but I continued to run away, I just wanted to hide from everything and everyone.

"How could Bellamy do this to me?" was all that replayed in my head. Preaching about being for our own people and he couldn't even be there for his own girlfriend.

Why would Bellamy bash me about betrayal when he turned his back against his own girlfriend?

I never wanted to survive Priamfaya; my plan was to stay in Arkadia with Jasper all along until Bellamy changed my mind.

All the pain and suffering I went through in the bunker would've been all avoided if Bellamy never dragged me into surviving for him. The worse six years of my life was for him and he threw it all away.

'Ow my shoulder! I just got shot you know!' John and I bumped into each other as I turned the corner. He saw my face wet from tears and quickly turned to my direction. 'Woah, what's wrong Y/N?'

'Nothing.' I mumbled to myself but John knew it was bullshit.

He pulled me into the room that was right by us, sat down on a chair and sighed. 'Want to try lying to me again?'

All the bullshit Bellamy has been putting me through, I didn't want to repeat again. Thinking about it would've made me angrier and I also didn't want to cry harder in front of Murphy.

Bellamy betraying me hurt me but what was even worst was that he made me feel terrible about the way I acted down at the bunker.

I already knew I was a mess down there, I knew what I did was wrong. Everyday I walked down the halls at the bunker as Skafaiya, I regretted every single thing I've done.

After all the worse things I could possibly do in a life time, John still saw me for who I truely am. He gave me light and hope that I desperately need right now. Especially when I didn't deserve it.

'Did you mean all the things you said about me?' I just wanted the pain to be over; with all the constant backstabbing that was happening around me, I wanted to be with someone that truely cared about me. 'When you said that I'm not a bad guy.'

'Y/N, you're one of the most selfless person I've ever met. You do the things you do because you care about people, I know that and so does Raven.'

Leaning down to the chair, I gave him a kiss. John was highly confused on what was going on, he pulled away. 'Wha- what are you doing?'

'I thought that's what you wanted.' I muttered under my breath.

'So what about Bellamy?'

'What about him?'

John licked his lips and whispered. 'Y/N, if you're fucking with me I swea-'

'I'm not.' I looked into his eyes as I cupped his cheeks. 'I want you, John.'

'Okay... okay.' He nodded as he accepted my kiss this time, gently pulling my body on top of his lap.

It was an odd feeling, being intimate with John again but in a good way. A great way.

All the touches from him I never thought I'd miss, his aggressive but gentle grip was so nostalgic. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like this was supposed to happen. John and I were supposed to be together again.

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Void Fog (Cosmic Horror AU), Part 3

Deeper, yet deeper still.

- A few days later, Grian found an unfamiliar door in his base.

As soon as he opened it, the truth was clear to him. He didn’t think it was possible, but as he peered into the darkness, he found himself in an all-too familiar library.

He fumbled around for his communicator.

- Joe and Xisuma received the message and immediately headed over to investigate.

- EX had passed out well into the afternoon, and Joe decided not to wake him.

- According to Grian, this library was part of the Infinite. The Watchers sometimes used it for research, and there was a section within the expanse that led to their archives, but it was unlikely that they’d find it, especially because the dimension was just so...vast.

- Joe, Xisuma, and Grian ventured into the library and lit up their way as they went. They weren’t necessarily hoping to reach an endpoint- when they ran out of torches, they’d just head back.

- Xisuma periodically checked their coordinates. The numbers started off stable, but they shifted and grew erratic as they wandered deeper into the library.

- The rooms continued as normal, but deep within the library, they found a rift between worlds. Upon going through it, they found themselves standing in front of an unfamiliar portal frame.

- It stood tall, despite its incompleteness. Its frame was made up of layers of obsidian, crying obsidian, and bedrock.

- X checked their coordinates again. This was where EX’s portal was.

- They destroyed the frame, or at least what they could of it. Even with a brief dip into Creative Mode, they couldn’t break the bedrock.

- They hid a camera in the area to monitor the portal. Just in case something weird happened.

- Xisuma went back to his base for the night. Grian and Joe went back to the vineyard to compare notes about the Infinite.

- They found EX sketching out what he remembered from his dreams. He drew some of the events in the hopes of finding a pattern, but wasn’t comfortable in showing them due to how several related back to...personal issues. He let Grian see the pieces that were more focused on the erratic landscapes, most of which Grian recognised as the Infinite.

- They discussed their experiences with the Infinite, and what it meant for the server if it were to bleed into it. Nothing good.

The Strait of Joebraltar saw no phantoms that night, but Joe dreamt of the Infinite.

- A few days later, a server-wide meeting was scheduled. EX was apprehensive about attending, but Joe convinced him to go.

- Several Hermits reported that the errors were back. Chunks they were working on unloaded and reloaded. They found rooms they hadn’t built. Maps didn’t update. Items went missing. Scar lost his gear to flames when he died, despite only dying from fall damage. Grian’s doorway to the library disappeared.

- Other admins like X, Cub, and Tango also reported vivid dreams in what Grian, EX, and Joe believed to be the Infinite.

- The server was becoming near impossible to live in. The season was going to have to end early.

- They originally planned to travel to the next season through a portal, but that put them at risk of getting separated if it got corrupted.The proposed solution was to build a starship- an ‘ark’ of sorts. They could sail it out of the world and open a stable portal from there.

- EX considered the facts- the errors started with his arrival back onto the server. They got worse when his nightmares grew more vivid and the voice from the Infinite grew louder. The Infinite was bleeding into the world, and it was corrupting itself.

…This was all his fault, wasn’t it?

- Joe woke up one night to the sound of shuffling in the hallway.

- After some investigation, he found EX wandering through the winery. Joe tried to lead EX back to his room, but he swatted him away without a word.

- EX made his way to the front door and teleported out of sight.

- Joe searched the surrounding area, just in case EX was still nearby, but he was gone.

- Joe checked on EX’s portal, and found him building it up. He tried to stop him, but he reacted violently when Joe tried throwing whatever blocks he had onto it to disrupt the frame.

- ‘EX’ teleported away again, leaving Joe behind.

- EX woke up in a distant field the next morning. Stress found him hopelessly lost and led him back to a more familiar part of the server.

- EX thanked her for watching over him when he first arrived. He apologised for ‘being a hassle’, and for anything ‘weird’ that happened while he was unconscious. Stress smiled and told him that it wasn’t a problem.

- EX made it back to the vineyard. He was clearly possessed the night before, and they had to do something about it before the portal was finished. Joe broke the obsidian, but the bedrock remained.

- EX recounted how Xisuma freed him from the Wither back in Season 5. He killed him in the mindscape, and it left.

Surely, it couldn’t have been that simple.

- According to Joe, to get to the mindscape, X had to use bedrock, which he got from Ren in ‘Creative Mode’.

- The server was already under strain, and entering ‘Creative Mode’ had the possibility of making the errors worse. However, if EX’s connection to that…’Entity’ grew stronger, it could corrupt the server into oblivion in a matter of days. If it remained once they left, it could continue to follow them. It’d better to sever the connection for good.

- They met up with Xisuma and Grian that night. Xisuma briefly went into ‘Creative Mode’ to get the bedrock. He was to monitor the server and watch for errors. Grian tagged along to help navigate through the Infinite.

- EX didn’t want anyone to see his mindscape. Only Joe and Grian would see it, and while he didn’t entirely trust them enough to let them see inside his head, they could save the server.

- If severing the connection to that...Entity meant redemption, he’d take it.

- EX’s mind, to put it lightly, was a cluttered mess.

- It somehow managed to be empty and full at the same time. Flashes of colour and obsidian pillars filled what should’ve been the sea. What should’ve been stable ground was instead made of arrays of potted plants, scissors, and villainous looking masks. The sky hung above them, deep orange from the smoke. Red strings littered the ground, seemingly pointing to...somewhere.

- They decided to follow them.

- Grian told them not to worry about getting injured. While they were in the Infinite, everything was, at its very core, all a dream. They should be more careful of making deals with things that wanted to bring themselves into their world.

- EX figured that he made a deal with the Entity at some point, but couldn’t exactly remember when.

- The string that they followed led back to the remnants of the town that EX built during his exile. His old rustic house stood tall in the middle of it, ever-expanding, encompassing the town.

- Grian and Joe pointed out how it was similar to Grian’s Hermitville house from Season Six, only for EX to look at them in confusion.

- As they approached the house, they realised that it was covered in vines. They grew over the doors and windows. Grian, Joe, and EX managed to break down the door, and found that the interior of the house was relatively intact, were it not for the vines creeping down the stairs.

- They followed the vines. The hallways twisted and turned, and open spaces became narrow passages. Joe found himself ducking under some particularly low arches and spaces where the roof jutted into the house.

- Eventually, they came to a door to one of the towers. EX mentally kicked himself- this was the way to his old room. The vines grew thicker as they climbed the stairs to the platform. The door to his room was sealed shut, but after tearing the vines away and some effort kicking it down, it swung open.

- Beyond the door was a dark void. Through the darkness, they saw something bright in the distance. As they walked, it became clearer.

A body lay on the bed. It was covered in the same vines that swallowed the house. EX crept closer to try to see if he could identify it.

It was himself.

He should’ve known.

- Joe and EX tried to cut the vines in an attempt to free this version of EX, but they just grew back thicker. From the way this EX slept through all their grabbing and pulling at the vines, EX thought that he could just be dead. While trying to free this EX’s arms, Joe caught a glimpse of what looked like- what, a tattoo?

It was definitely a symbol of some sort. Vaguely circular, with some sort of detailing to it- holes and lines, something that looked like infinite eyes. Joe got dizzy the longer he looked at it- were the patterns shifting? Growing outwards? It was impossible to tell.

- Grian stared into the darkness. Something was off about this space. Empty voids existed in the Infinite, but more often than not, they weren’t this...blatant.

- The void opened up, revealing its countless eyes. The vines turned to shadowy tendrils, tightly gripping the sleeping EX. He didn’t stir. They looked up- some of the larger eyes turned blank, and similar to a tv screen, a projection played.

- Old memories, ridden with pain and sorrow, jealousy and anger. Scenes of destruction, fire, and storms. Nightmares from the past week and months of exile spilled onto the screen, all part of some twisted, pathetic story that kept repeating.

- The last nightmare that played wasn’t a recent one. EX only had vague memories of it. This one showed him crying out in desperation as something crept through the walls of his lonely tower. Eyes. Darkness. A mixture of laughter and pained screeching from what sounded like millions of people. Shouting. At the end of it, a promise. It was a promise of belonging somewhere, no matter how dark.

- EX started shaking. His weakness brought the server to its knees yet again. No matter how hard he tried, he was still trapped in an endless cycle of failures and destruction. He didn’t hear the dark tendrils squeeze his sleeping form even tighter.

- Joe tried to calm him down. After all, EX hadn’t intentionally caused harm to anyone, and while his methods of stopping the Entity were far from efficient, Joe saw that he was at least trying. The Entity latching onto him wasn’t his fault, and he was even trying to save the server by entering the Infinite head-on.

The void started to crack and break apart, even if it was just a little bit.

- Of course, a cosmic, nigh-incomprehensible Entity couldn’t be defeated with love, but it could at least dispel some of the fear it preyed upon. The destruction of the server was imminent. Joe hoped that the Entity would sever its connection to EX once it was done, but he’d still need the time and space to recover.

The void’s infinite eyes fell away, and the trio found themselves back on the Hermitcraft server.

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Different anon, but if you have the time could you write a happy ending to this question, "Ro's reaction when they found out mc is about to leave to do dangerous and impossible mission, like it has really low precentage of success or even coming out alive.". I love angst but I need that angsty/fluffy/ "I thought you were gone" moment or I'll cry. ಥ_ಥ

This took too long but have it anyway. Some are more fluffy than others.

Ardwen: Ardwenlooks a mess when you awake in Herron’s makeshift infirmary, his platinum hairmatted and bags under his eyes. His clothing is stained with something suspect,his makeup smeared across his face like some kind of dramatic enactment onstage. A part of you suspects he’s simply putting the façade on, just for drama’ssake, but you don’t mention your suspicion.

Because he iscrying.

“You’re back,”Ardwen huffs, wiping desperately at his eyes as if you haven’t already seen thetears. You can’t help but find a smile—yep, definitely an act. Ardwen pouts,worrying his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he decides he’drather lose the staring competition than lose you. In that moment, he collapsesinto you chest, pain shooting through your body and causing you to groan,still, he squeezes you tight, unable to let go to even ask if you’re alright.Muffled, you think you hear, “You’re very horrible and I hate you,” But when hepulls away again, he’s crying happy tears.

Arke: Facing Arkeafter you left while he slept is one of the most difficult moments of your life.When you awake in the infirmary, he isn’t there and he doesn’t visit you evenon the day Herron lets you out. You find him in the training arena, beating somesorry sod half to death. Sweat pours down his brow, his shirt thrown off in theheat of his frustrations. Only when he throws his sword down does he acknowledgeyou, a familiar and dark glare directed at you.

“Are you justgoing to stand there or are you coming in here with me?” You shouldn’t, youknow you shouldn’t, but you step into the ring regardless of your still-healingbody. Arke doesn’t hold back as he lunges at you, and your reflexes aren’tquite what you need them to be to respond. You land squarely on your back, Arkelooming over you with a conflicted expression on his face. Eventually, hisshoulders slump and he crumbles to the ground beside you, apparently havingvented out most of his frustrations before you even arrived. “I told you not toleave me behind again,” He murmurs, hands gentle as he helps you back up again.You’re certain you pulled a muscle if the ache is anything to go by, but you trynot to let it show. For now, you won’t let it show.

Bex: Bex all butcrushes you in his embrace when you come to, unable to control himself as hedrags you up and into his arms. Despite the pain, you try your best to returnthe hug, feeling his stubble scratch against your neck. You think he’s tryingto speak, but his words are muffled against your nightshirt and you don’t care enoughabout the actual words to ask him to repeat himself. All you know is he’s here,he’s here and so are you.

Later, once he’srealised he’s hurting you, he apologises despite the sorry’s you need to sayyourself. You simply snicker and punch him weakly on the shoulder, your handsmoothing over a scar across his bicep. “I thought you were dead,” Bex admitsweakly, his fingers twitching as if suppressing the urge to reach over to youonce more. “But then again, I’m not very smart, so maybe you had a plan allalong.” No, you think, you’re the idiot for potentially leaving him behind.

Calyssa: The firstthing Calyssa does when you stumble into the keep is punch you. Her faceremains impassive as she strides up to you, when she stops in her tracks rightin front of you there is a pause and then—the next thing you know you’resprawled on the ground, your jaw throbbing painfully and your mind completelyaddled. You don’t realise how you got here until Cal crouches down to hoist youback to your feet.

“You’re a dick,”She says as she pulls you in for a hug, practically crushing you in her grip.If you had any energy left you might have fought back for her unprovokedattack, but you suppose you can forgive her this once just because of the stuntyou pulled with leaving her behind. After a long moment, she kisses at your temple,muttering, “I missed you,” against your skin.

Druvel: Druveltakes the time to commit your body to memory in the days after your return. Helets you rest, at least until he knows you wont keel over and die, before hetakes you. You don’t think you see to your duties for a week, and by the timeyou emerge from your room you’re sore and stiff from more than just the woundsyou sustained. This, you suppose, you could get used to.

Emil: “You didn’tdie,” Emil’s words are quiet, almost a whisper, as he stares at you, eyes wide indisbelief and shock. His mouth hangs open, all slack like some kind of puppet, andhe doesn’t approach. When you close the distance between the two of you, with alimp in your step and a wince with each motion, you finally start to see thetears in his eyes. He crumbles into your arms, scrambling for some kind of holdon your armour, which is chipped and broken enough to worry you. “I thought youwere dead—I thought you left me. I thought—"

But still you holdhim, and you hold him, for as long as he needs.

Ettia: Ettiafrowns slightly when she sees you, her brows creasing just a little as if in thought.Her lips part, then close, then her expression clears as a smile begins to formon her face. “I always thought you’d be the one to defy Adeliah,” She grins,her head cocking to the side with a slightly mischievous glint in her eye. Herarms open wide and the embrace is quick before she ushers you into theinfirmary. For once, you realise, the stiffness in her shoulders is gone.

Gwyn: His eyestwinkle when he sees you, a smile curling onto his lips as he makes hisapproach without any hesitation. Gwyn finds you, arms reaching out to pull andtug you into his arms. “The Gods must hate you,” He murmurs with a chuckle, “Defyingfate when it was written in your very blood.” You’re not entirely sure what hemeans, but you don’t deem it important enough to ask about. Regardless of hiswords, you can hear the relief in his voice, feel it in the way he holds you tightlyto his chest. That would have to be enough.

Herron: ‘Your alive,’The words don’t quite leave Herron’s mouth before he rushes to your side, hisarms wrapped snugly around you as you collapse against him. You hurt all over,your entire being screaming at you to just succumb right there. But you can’t—youwon’t. Not when you still have someone left to protect. With what energyyou have left, you cling onto Herron, letting him all but drag your weak bodyas he mutters out a spell. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him actually casta spell before—only ever seen him use runes and write up theories. A part ofyou wondered if he even had a magical bone in his body and—you’re getting offtopic.

Maybe that’s thething about dying. It lets you think and think and think because you can do nothingelse as your body shuts down on you, as your eyesight begins to fade and theheat at your core cools until it feels icy and numb. Somewhere in the distance,you hear him murmur your name. “Come now, Love,” Herron’s desperate plea islike a whisper, like a soft wind against your face, “You still have so muchleft to do. Come on, I can’t lose you to this.” Even when you pass out Herronrambles on.

When you wake,Herron is at your side. He’s been praying—to Adeliah, to Golding, any of theGods who might just hear the cries of a non-believer, but you’re not quite surehe believes it when your eyes open. He just sits there for a moment, before hedrags you into his arms with a pitiful little sob. You think he cries hard forthe first time in a long, long, time.

Keller: Kellerbites her lip when she sees you. She bites her lip and balls her fists as ifbattling something inside of herself that tells her not to go to you.Eventually, that look of apprehension falls away to a bright smile, unlikeanything you’ve ever seen on her face. She goes to you and lifts you up, “YourGods were on your side, I see,” She says, chest rumbling with a laugh. Thoughshe doesn’t believe, you hear her shoot off a small thank you—to Goldingof all Gods—before she presses her lips to your own. She kisses and kisses youuntil she can’t breathe, holds you even as Herron looks you over, and doesn’tlet you go until she knows you’re in the clear.

Korrin: “How didyou—” Korrin falters as you step into the tent, their back straightening, bodystiffening. The change is immediate, long gone is the previously calm Korrin,now replaced by shock. Their mouth falls slack, for once not knowing what to door say, for once not realising when you make your approach. Finally—“You mustbe a messenger—I already saw your corpse, I don’t need a reminder of what I didto earn Their ill will.” You can’t help but feel sorry for them—whatever visionthey received has affected them greatly. And so you kneel down beside them andtake their hand, pressing it over your heart. Korrin is silent for a long time,brows creased in confusion, before they crumble. “How?” They ask, dragging youin close, “How did you do it?”

You’re not quitesure yourself.

Lokeira: It neveroccurred to you how strong Lokeira actually is until he scoops you up into hisarms and twirls you around. His tail twists and curls around your ankles, his talonsdigging into your still sore skin. You don’t protest because you think he’scrying. With a little groan you somehow manage to get your arms around him,squeezing him as tightly as you can manage before dropping them to your sidesagain. You’re too tired, far too tired. But Lokeira is so happy, and he’sblubbering, and kissing at your face, so you suppose you’ll forgive it thisonce.

Necrolym: Hislunch drops from his hands as his eyes lay upon you, forgotten in the dust, andhe doesn’t seem to look at you quite right for a long moment as his mind slowlyprocesses the sight before him. Necrolym appears almost cautious at first,expression bewildered as if he doesn’t quite believe you survived. “You… you’realive,” He says, his thumb dragging over a dried cut along your cheekbone and heapproaches. Sucking in his bottom lip, he appears to appraise you for a momentmore before dragging you into a kiss, his lips capturing yours for a very longmoment. You almost can’t breathe when Necrolym pulls away, his grip on youloosening almost reluctantly. With a fond little smile, he flicks you playfullyon the nose, muttering, “Should have gotten here earlier, I would have made youlunch.”

Nox: It took sometime to find Nox again after you returned—true to her word, she was gone by thetime you came to, and you’re not even certain she knew you were still alivewhen she did leave. Now, you’ve tracked her down, and she does not look happyto see you.

“You have got tobe fucking kidding me,” She hisses, dropping the axe she was holding to theground and stalking over to you. She’s grown her hair out recently, herundercut a bit messy and wild, and she has a myriad of new scars. You don’t getthe time to admire them, however, before you feel yourself keep over with apunch to the gut. Nox grabs a hold of your collar, eyes narrowed as her lipspull up into a scowl. “I told you what would happen if you left and yet—” Agrimace, “—And yet, you come find me like some kind of—ugh!”

Throwing her armsup into the air, Nox begins to pace, her tiny legs only taking her so farbefore she spins once more to face you. She seems angry, she seems relieved, butmost of all she seems conflicted. Her hands ball at her sides, venomous wordsthreatening to spill out but, before she explodes, she forces them back down.After a brief pause, her expression softens somewhat, “Do you… want to come in?I have tea. Probably.”

Qora: Qora doesn’tspeak to you straight away when you return. Oh, you’re absolutely certain sheknows you’re back, but you’re also completely positive that she’s livid.You wait for her to come find you, and when she does, she does so without Zora.The cat simply waits outside your door, making as little sound as possible. Atfirst you think she wants to punch you, but instead she drags you into bed. Later,once you’re both about as relaxed as you’re going to be, she scolds you.

Severa: “You,”Severahisses, “Are a prick.” Those are the first words she says to you as soon as shesees you, before promptly giving you a firm punch on the shoulder. You didn’texactly expect a warm welcome back, not after your graceless exit, but you didn’texpect her to stay by your side, even when you’re healing. She swears upon herown grave that she’s angry with you, that she’ll never forgive you for ‘beingsuch an idiot,’ but every night she gets into bed beside you, you know shedoesn’t mean it. She’s more relieved than anything else, even if she’ll neveradmit it.

Spotter: Spottercries and blubbers when they see you, unable to let you go regardless of the wordsyou say to try and calm them. For the next few days, weeks, they are constantlyat your side, waiting on your every need despite your ability to do ityourself. You know they mean well, but it does start to grate on you—you’re afunctioning adult here, it’s not as if you didn’t expect the pain or suffering.Regardless of what you say, they don’t listen.

Perhaps it’s forthe best.

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Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 43: Vɪsɪᴏɴs Oғ Tʜᴇ Pᴀsᴛ

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Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

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Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Forty-Three

Octavia and I rode in silence for several hours through the dense forest as I tried not to obsess over the new information. I had never considered an alliance with the grounders to be possible and I had to admit that I was impressed with Clarke for accomplishing such a feat. Octavia’s words turned over in my mind as I attempted to match her assertions that the grounders had a better way of living to the ruthless tactics that I had witnessed from them and had difficulty imagining how we could possibly live in any semblance of harmony. I was amazed by the difference in Octavia and from what I had seen so far, she had only improved but I was unsure if I could be as adaptable. As Bellamy had said, I wasn’t good at following rules and I leaned heavily toward following my heart over my head.

As we explored the wilderness, I lost track of time and eventually the sun started to lower in the sky. Octavia led us to an area that she had clearly frequented before and assisted me from the horse. I almost fell as my weak legs met the ground and she noticed that I strained to keep my knees from buckling beneath me. She fixed me with a concerned look but refrained from commenting on it as I shook the mistake off. I was shocked by the suffocating exhaustion that I felt and settled onto a nearby log as Octavia busied herself with building a fire. After a brief rest, I dragged myself up to assist in setting up sleeping arrangements and prepared the space for the night. We sat side by side at the fire as the last of the sunlight sunk below the horizon and ate our rations in a comfortable silence under the wonderful colours of the sunset.

“So, what’s your hurry to get away?” Octavia’s sudden voice cut through the relaxed atmosphere and I flinched at her continued prying. “You don’t look like you’re fully ready for this and I’d have expected you to be glued to my brothers side right now.” She spoke in the distant tone that had become normal for her and I continued to be surprised by the bluntness of her words. I sighed thoughtfully before I could form an explanation.

“I need to feel useful, I can’t just sit in camp whilst everyone treats me like an invalid.” I drawled and she shrugged in understanding. Although this was part of my reasoning, I knew that I hadn’t been entirely honest with her and forced myself to share the root of the problem. “Don’t get me wrong, I could easily have stayed with Bellamy. But it’s probably best for him to realise straight away that I’m not just going to hide out in camp after all of this. He needs to get used to me being out of his sight.” I divulged and Octavia chuckled under her breath.

“Good luck with that.” She scoffed and I raised a bow at her inquisitively. “I've been trying to do that for years. He’s overprotective, it’s just who he is. If my tracking skills weren’t sharp enough to know better, I’d expect to find him following us.” She commented and I snorted in laughter at this idea. “Get some rest, we’ve got a lot more riding tomorrow.” She advised with a gentle nudge.

I spent the night tossing and turning on the cold, hard ground. I’d already become used to the soft bed of Bellamy’s quarters and without the comfort of his arms around me I couldn’t settle. My mind was filled with terrible images of the numerous people that I’d killed in Mount Weather and I was haunted with the overwhelming feeling of helplessness. I kept recalling the times that I’d been drugged, or captured and how I’d barely managed to fight for my life. The fact that my survival has seemed to hang so close in the balance made me feel weak and I bolted upright with a gasp.

It was unexpected to find that daylight was already breaking and that our supplies were packed to leave. I scanned the area to notice Octavia crouched by the fire sharpening her knife and the moment that she met my eyes, she efficiently stowed the knife in her belt and stood to hold a hand out to me. I allowed her to assist me to my feet and she inspected me with a hint of concern.

“I was about to wake you anyway, you were yelling in your sleep.” She explained in a tone that was prying as she raised a brow at me. I shuffled awkwardly on the spot and when it was clear that I had no intention of discussing it, she sighed. “We should move.” She instructed in her usual removed attitude and I nodded obediently.

We spent another couple of hours on horseback and the sights of the forest became less impressive in my tired state. I felt my waist beginning to ache from the strain of holding myself in the correct posture and my body was clearly demonstrating that the decision to make this journey had been unwise. I couldn’t help wondering how much longer this would take and found myself praying for the strength to make it back home. We slowed to a casual trot and I was glad of the reprieve from the bouncing motions of galloping.

Octavia scanned the treeline suspiciously and just as I opened my mouth to question her, an arrow tore past me, barely missing my chest. I gasped and jolted backwards, causing the horse to throw me off. My back slammed onto the ground and I wheezed in shock as the impact knocked the wind from me. Octavia leapt from her horse and gripped my arm to gracelessly drag me into the trees. She dropped me against a tree trunk and although I leaned forward in an attempt to get up, I winced at a jolt of pain from my wound. Octavia drew her swords with a menacing expression and strode out to meet the small group that surged towards us with confident smiles.

She fell smoothly into a skid on her knees as she swiped the first two before leaping up behind them to finish them off. My mouth dropped open in shock at her finesse as she flowed around the confused group and eliminated them without even seeming to break a sweat. I felt my stomach flip as I noticed another small posse of attackers creeping up behind her and as I lurched forward onto my hands and knees with a cry of pain, I caught the sound of heavy footsteps. Barely moments later the familiar large statue of Lincoln burst through the trees to bulldoze the men sneaking up on Octavia. She turned and rolled over his back in a swift manoeuvre that looked like it came straight from an action movie and I struggled to comprehend exactly what I was seeing as they obliterated what remained of the enemies. Whilst Lincoln stalked the area to check for any stragglers, Octavia rushed over to my side and helped me to lean back against the tree.

“I knew it was too soon for you to be out here.” She scolded as she sharply pulled up my tops to inspect my wound.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t plan to be fighting for my life this soon.” I breathed with a light smile and her face softened once she had satisfied that I hadn’t done any damage. “Let’s just not mention this to Bellamy, I’ll never see the outside of camp again.” I suggested and I noticed a sly smile on her face as she caught my eyes.

“Deal, I don’t need a lecture either.” She smirked and I was immediately relieved that she’d been understanding. “There shouldn’t have been any fighting, what was that Lincoln?” Octavia commented over her shoulder as Lincoln’s hulking form approached.

“Ice nation. The commander is having issues bringing them into line after she allied with your people.” Lincoln explained and I noticed that her expression turned cold at his statement.

“Why? I thought it would be clear that the alliance is over after she left my people to die.” She growled with a bitterness that surprised me and my confusion was evident in my expression as I awaited an explanation. From my somewhat limited memory, it seemed that the grounders had played some role in our rescue and I was unsure how much of what I remembered was correct.

“That’s as much as I could find out from the outside.” Lincoln confirmed in the controlled tone that always left me slightly mystified as to his meaning. Octavia signed with frustration as she considered me and I could tell that she was struggling to decide how to explain herself.

“The reason it took so long to rescue you all from the mountain, and why they had to resort to the radiation, is that Lexa made a deal with Cage to release all of the grounder captives in exchange for allowing him to keep you. She stood down her army and left only our forces behind, and even most of those gave up.” She recounted with a frustration evident in her body and I shook my head with a sigh.

“It’s a shitty thing to do but...I can see why she did it. I don’t know if I could’ve turned that offer down for my people.” I admitted and Octavia’s eyes widened in shock. “It explains what Bellamy mentioned about the plan going wrong at every step too.” I added thoughtfully.

“I refused to leave with Indra when the grounders retreated, that’s why I’m not her second anymore. Lincoln refused too. He actually escaped the grounders to help you all and now there’s a kill order on him for abandoning his unit.” She spoke bitterly and I shuffled in regret as I viewed the hurt in her face that she tried to cover. “No matter where our hearts are, neither of us can go back to Trikru.” She muttered and I furrowed my brows at her as she avoided my gaze.

“I’m sorry that rescuing us had such a high cost for you.” I whispered as I fiddled with my hands anxiously. It was already obvious to me how important her place with the grounders had become for her and I hated the thought that we had destroyed the one place that she felt like she belonged. She reached out to grip one of my hands and my gaze shot back up to her as she leaned into my space.

“It was worth it. I’d have given up whatever it took to save you.” She admitted with a squeeze of my hand and I smiled gratefully at her. She assisted me back to my feet whilst Lincoln busied himself with calming the horses.

“What was all of that anyway?” I asked as we fell into step together and she peeked at me in confusion. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. That. The crazy ninja shit you just did.” I revealed with a limited impersonation and I noticed a hint of amusement cut through her controlled expression.

“I already told you. I spent time with the grounders and trained with Indra.” She excused as she glanced away awkwardly and I scoffed at her poor explanation.

“Right, okay. Sorry I missed the part where you told me you’d become fucking Xena the warrior princess.” I drawled, earning a snort of laughter from Octavia that warmed my heart with nostalgia.

“I don’t even know what that is, but coming from you I know it’s probably some nerd shit. Loser.” She teased with a jab to my upper arm and I smiled at her fondly.

I was relieved when we finally reached our destination and completed the collection of medicinal herbs and various other supplies that Octavia stressed were worth the journey. My exhausted body rejoiced when her and Lincoln announced that we could head home and my heart leapt in anticipation of seeing Bellamy again soon. Although it had only been a day that we'd been apart, since the trials of Mount Weather I found that even short periods of separation gave me anxiety and I struggled not to concede to my newly clingy desires. Whatever was between us was still new and from what I’d seen of Bellamy’s romantic life so far, he didn’t seem to like to be crowded. I’d always considered myself an independent person anyway and I refused to allow my trauma to change that.

Although I enjoyed witnessing the way that Octavia’s eyes sparkled with delight around Lincoln, it only worsened my desire to hurry home when we made camp for the night and they snuggled up together to sleep. Despite the exhaustion that had been constantly hanging over me since I left camp, I struggled to drift to sleep and mostly stared up at the stars as I reflected on all of the information that I’d received in the last 24 hours. I could hardly process all of the events that had occurred in camp and the difference in people was starting to make sense.

I must have eventually fallen asleep as I recounted every time that I’d been helpless since my arrival on Earth. I relived every fight that I’d barely survived, all of the people I’d been unable to overpower and the countless beatings that I’d endured. my heart hammered as I jolted awake and I was relieved to find Octavia stirring from sleep too. I occupied myself with packing up the contents of camp as she had done yesterday and by the time that the lovebirds were prepared to leave, I was reaching a desperation that was difficult to conceal. Octavia wandered over to the horses with a yawn and scanned me with an analytical expression.

“We’d better get you back before Bel completely loses his mind.” She commented with a hint of amusement and I tried to force a laugh to avoid her scrutiny. She kissed Lincoln goodbye and we mounted the horses in a comfortable silence. I felt a wave of relief the moment that we set off towards camp and looked forward to not being on horseback for a while. “Lincoln is careful not to be seen near Arkadia.” Octavia divulged and I nodded at her sympathetically. “It’s much harder to spend time together now, but we’ll manage. I’ll figure out a way for us to return to the grounders. I got their approval once, I can do it again.” She added with determination and I hummed thoughtfully.

“Do you think…” I blurted before I had fully decided if I wanted to ask this question and cleared my throat awkwardly as she cocked a brow at me with interest. I reflected on the nightmares that I’d been having recently and could still sense the lingering helplessness at the back of my mind. “When you do join the grounders again, do you think Indra would teach me too?” I asked and Octavia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Why would you want that?” She interrogated suspiciously and I instinctively knew that she thought I was trying to check on her, as Bellamy always did. I sighed as I considered how to explain my feelings without revealing more than I felt comfortable discussing.

“I need to be able to fight better, like you. I’ve almost been killed way too many times now, I can’t keep waiting for rescue like a damsel in distress.” I detailed and she shrugged in agreement. She glanced out at the trees thoughtfully and I waited patiently for an answer.

“She won’t accept you as you are now. You’ll have to fight, show that you can endure and, no offense, you’re not exactly in the best shape for that right now.” She analysed as she returned her view to me and I shrugged in defeat. “Indra will not just teach you to fight though. If you want her to invest time into you, you need to be willing to adapt to her ways. She will expect you to become a grounder, in every sense. I had to learn at least some of the language, I knew how to show respect and I didn’t question my orders. Can you do that?” She interrogated with a stare that chilled me to my core. I knew that I couldn’t blame her for questioning me, she knew me better than I knew myself and it wasn’t in my nature to be obedient.

“I can promise to try.” I conceded and although she sighed in a disappointed manner, I spotted a fond smile as she shook her head at me. “It's something that I need, so I’ll put in the work. From what you’ve said of your experiences it sounds like there are parts of it that I’ll get along with anyway.” I pondered and she nodded in understanding.

“Fine, for now Lincoln and I will start to train you, but I need to see that you are working hard. I won’t present the idea to Indra until I’m convinced that you’re ready.” She detailed firmly and I smiled appreciatively at her.

“That’s completely fair, I don’t want to humiliate you.” I agreed in an even tone and I noticed that her shoulders relaxed slightly at my confirmation that I understood. I had no intention of tarnishing the reputation that she’d fought for and could honestly say that I was willing to commit to this idea.

“And I want this agreement to stay between us too. I don’t want Bellamy breathing down my neck about converting you.” She ordered in a firm voice that revealed more concern that she intended and I shifted awkwardly under her scrutiny.

“I don’t know if I can agree to that Tavi.” I muttered as her gaze shot at me in surprise. “I don’t feel right about lying to him. He’s more understanding than you give him credit for.” I presented my case as well as I could whilst feeling that I wanted to disappear into the ground under her disbelieving expression and she scoffed.

“You’ve got it so bad.” She crooned as her playful smirk returned and I felt my cheeks turning pink. I quickly scrambled to think of something I could say to draw the conversation away from my feelings and instead directed her to the difficult logistics of this plan.

“Where would I even say I was going?” I suggested and she shrugged as she conceded. “You said it yourself, he’s overprotective. If I keep creeping off somewhere, he’s going to figure it out in no time and then he’ll be pissed. It’s better to just be honest upfront.” I calculated and she chuckled lightly as she shook her head at me.

“Fine. But you can convince him, you’re good at that.” She commented with a smug expression.

The rest of the journey was quiet and slow. I didn’t initiate any conversation as I focused on conserving my energy so that I wouldn’t suddenly drop off the horse in exhaustion and Octavia seemed content to remain lost in thought. Every part of my body ached and I realised that the lack of care for myself in Mount Weather had taken a toll on me. If I was to be successful in training then I would need to build some muscle, which would require proper meals and ensuring that I slept enough to recover from the exertion. I had forgotten what it was like to have routines and to invest in myself, but now that life had returned to normal I acknowledged that I needed to treat myself with kindness. I knew that Bellamy would be furious with me if he realised how little I’d truly listened to the needs of my body since waking in the new camp. Mentally, I resolved that once this journey was over, I would be less self punishing and would be honest with others about my limits.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I recognised the field outside of the gates of our new camp and knew that I would soon be gazing into the comfort of Bellamy’s warm, whisky eyes. Octavia glanced at me with a smug smile and I tried to conceal my joy.

“I know this has been tough on you, more than you want to tell me. You made it though, you can still survive out here. I’m glad that I got a chance to show you that.” She breathed with an encouraging tone before the twinkle of mischief returned to her eyes. “Nearly back to him, you did well to manage a whole two days apart.” She winked teasingly as I glared back.

We approached the gates slowly and I was glad to find that although there were people milling around, there wasn’t a crowd to witness our return. I felt myself becoming light headed from the energy that it took to keep myself on the horse as the gates opened to allow us inside. We trotted into the courtyard and I noticed the workers part to allow Bellamy to rush through to greet us. Octavia quickly hopped down as I slowed to a stop and considered whether I had the strength remaining to safely dismount.

“Thank god, you’re back.” Bellamy breathed in a heavy relief as he pulled Octavia into an embrace that she quickly shook off. I shuffled on the horse as I struggled to twist my legs to the same side ready to hop down and Bellamy jogged over to assist me. Before I could protest, he reached up to place his hands on my hips and supported me to the ground gently. I smiled thankfully at him as he obsessively checked me over and basked in the simple pleasure of the sight of him. “You look tired.” He commented as he met my eyes with concern and I forced a smile in response.

“I’m fine. Glad to be home.” I stated as I flashed him a meaningful look and he nodded in acknowledgement. I wanted to tell him how tough it had been, how I had realised that I wasn’t fully recovered yet but this wasn’t the place for that conversation. As my gaze roamed him, I realised that he also appeared to be tired and his hands shook lightly in place on my shoulders. I could tell that my absence had been challenging for him too and I was surprised by his nervous behaviour. “I’m okay Bel.” I emphasised, causing the knit in his brow to finally release. He removed his grip on my shoulders and cleared his throat as he stepped out of my space. I glanced around to notice several of the members of camp had stopped to observe our return, including Harper who smiled at us with amusement.

“I know.” He remarked as he fidgeted in an effort to seem relaxed. “You need to give your weapons back, they want to keep track of them here. I’ll catch up with you at my quarters later.” He informed, before he reluctantly strode away. Octavia chuckled at him under her breath and shrugged at me.

“Good luck selling him on you spending more time out of camp.” She laughed and took hold of the reins of the horses with a knowledgeable confidence. “I’ll take them back to the stable, you look like you could do with a nap.” She ordered as she wandered off and I remained rooted to the spot.

I glanced around at the people who busied themselves in the courtyard and found myself desperately searching for something that could distract me from my temptation to collapse into the safety of Bellamy’s bed. It was only mid afternoon and I felt that I still needed to make myself useful. I rubbed at my eyes as a yawn escaped my lips and my tired legs moved to lead me towards sleep without awaiting a conscious decision. The journey to his quarters was a blur as I shuffled along in a delirious state and practically fell through the door into the room. I knew that Bellamy was likely to be busy for at least the next few hours and although I’d prefer his soothing presence whilst I slept, I wasted no time in dropping into the bed. I wrapped myself in the covers that fortunately still carried his familiar scent and drifted straight to sleep.

My mind was still plagued with the same chilling nightmares of the past few nights and when I next woke, I didn’t feel at all rested. I could tell from the low light in the room that I’d been asleep at least a few hours and although I only felt a slight difference to earlier, I dragged myself back into camp. I followed Bellamy’s orders to return my weapons to our armoury, other than the shock baton which I ensured to keep hidden from sight. After a brief conversation with some campers, I discovered that Bellamy was currently instructing guard training and would be required to attend a debriefing afterwards. Instead of sulking over his absence, I busied myself with some simple tasks that would not contradict Abby’s orders for light labour only.

It was a struggle to keep my attention on the job as my head grew heavy and it was a continued effort to stay standing. I knew that I needed sleep, a full proper night of sleep but I didn’t want to ask for help until there was no other choice. I mentally asserted that I just needed Bellamy to be able to sleep properly and that by tomorrow morning I would be fine. As the daylight faded from the sky I felt my eyes often drifting closed, despite my strain to keep working under the weak lanterns and eventually I had to concede that it was time to quit.

I was disappointed that I hadn’t seen Bellamy return yet as I wandered to his quarters and the feeling only intensified when I stepped inside to find him absent. A bitter sigh escaped my lips as I accepted that I couldn’t battle to remain awake any longer. It was a struggle to get undressed through the heaviness of my limbs and as I carefully placed my clothing on a chair, leaving me in only my vest and pants, Bellamy entered the room behind me. He broke into a relieved smile at the sight of me and I couldn’t deny how pleased I was to see him. He wandered into the space and started to remove the new guard jacket that he wore.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to be back this late. Kane kept us hanging on in a briefing.” He commented idly as he kicked off his boots and generally made himself comfortable. I watched him through bleary eyes with a pang of desperation as I longed for his comfort and the moment that glanced up at me, his expression changed to concern. “What’s wrong?” He queried with a jagged voice and his worried eyes drew from me the emotion that I battled to conceal. I rushed forward to embrace him and threw my arms around his waist as I buried my face in his chest. He jolted in surprise but immediately pulled me into him and rested his cheek on my head. One of his arms wrapped around me whilst the other hand stroked my hair in a soothing manner and I felt a lump rising in my throat.

“I’m just...I’m glad to be back with you.” I breathed against him and felt him nod in agreement. I reflected on my promise to myself on the way back from my journey with Octavia to be more honest and involuntarily felt myself gulp as I considered the idea. “I’m so exhausted I can hardly stand.” I confessed in a quiet voice and I felt him tense at my words.

“Too spoiled with beds to sleep on the ground any more Love?” He teased, although his tone was too forced to properly cover his alarm. I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him and struggled to produce a way to explain my fears without descending into topics that I wasn’t ready to discuss yet. When I didn’t respond in time, Bellamy pushed me backwards to scrutinise my face but kept his hands protectively on my shoulders. I felt even more incapable of speaking with his gaze burning into me.

“Hard to drop off without you.” I whispered as I avoided meeting his eyes. I attempted to pass my reaction off as merely embarrassment but I knew that he sensed my vulnerability.

“Well, that’s an easy fix.” He stated as he released me from his gasp to quickly undress. He took my hand to lead me to the bed and we climbed in together. Without a moment of hesitation, he guided me into place so that my back was against his chest and wrapped me tightly in his arms. His hair tickled my cheek as he leaned forward to place a lingering kiss there and I felt myself relaxing into him. “Now we can both get some sleep.” He muttered in a confession that I was unsure if he intended to make.

I didn’t enjoy the idea of Bellamy suffering in any way but it was a strange comfort to discover that he struggled without me. I was unsure why this was still a surprising revelation, and as the budding romance between us was only young, I could hardly believe I was lucky enough to have this time together. It had been a substantial time of convincing myself that he couldn’t want the same thing that I did and I wondered how long it would take to undo this belief. I felt myself easily drifting into sleep now that I was in the one place I felt most at home: his arms.

For a while my exhaustion provided a heavy, dreamless sleep as Bellamy’s protection warded off any fear, but the memories gradually returned. I found myself strolling through the eerily similar halls of Mount Weather alone. My footsteps echoed through the empty space hauntingly and I moved at an excruciatingly slow pace. There was a sound in the distance that I couldn’t quite register and I followed it with a sense of foreboding. The noise led me into a large room lined with the tiny cages that I had once been captive inside and I felt my heartbeat quicken.

As my gaze roamed over the space, the noise grew louder and bought my attention to the centre of the room. There was a single operating table under a blinding light that streamed from the ceiling and I suddenly recognised the horrifying whirr of a drill as it tore through bone. My breaths became shallow and rapid as Harper’s screaming filled my mind. I watched Dr Singh torment her with an overpowering feeling of helplessness and although I willed myself to do something, I couldn’t move or make a sound. I became aware of the piles of bodies that surrounded me, filling the space between where I stood and the operating table. The familiar faces were frozen in a state of agony and I could hardly catch my breath as I scanned them. Fox, Miller, the other girls who had kept me company, the groups of kids that I’d rescued from guards when looking for Bellamy; all of their lifeless faces stared back at me until my gaze fell on the bloody bodies of Jasper and Monty. The gut wrenching wail that escaped my lips caused a jolt of surprise even to me and I realised that my cheeks were wet from tears.

There was a heavy set of footsteps that caught my attention and I raised my eyes to witness Cage strolling over to the table from out of the darkness at the far end of the room. He lifted Harper’s limp body from the surface and threw it to the ground as if she were merely trash. Dr Singh turned to face me and I realised with horror that her white coat was soaked in blood. She held her red hands out to me and her determined eyes made a shiver run down my spine.

“She’s the last one.” Dr Singh informed with a delighted smile and Cage began to stride toward me with a menacing expression.

He reached me at an impossible speed and although every part of my body struck out at him in desperation, I was no match for his strength. I felt like a rag doll in his grip and was struck with the realisation of how immensely weak my body was. Despite my desperate struggles, he easily dragged me toward the table and I screeched out in despair. As he buckled me into the restraints, I heard my heartbeat hammering in my ears and felt as if I was having a heart attack. Cage unexpectedly wrapped his hands around my throat and my eyes widened in shock as he began to choke me.

“They’re all dead Indigo. You couldn’t save them.” Cage’s taunting voice filled my consciousness as I battled for air and could feel myself becoming light headed. “You failed. You’re too weak.” He growled as I wheezed and felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. The grip on my neck became so ferocious that it lifted me from the table and my shoulders thrashed against the hard surface as he shook me. The room swirled around me and it became impossible to focus as my head swayed. Without warning, my surroundings disappeared as my eyes snapped open and Bellamy’s anxious face filled my vision. The dark room around me slowly came into view and I realised that I was still in bed in Bellamy’s room.

“It’s just a dream Indie, you’re safe.” Bellamy soothed as his cool grip remained on my shoulders and I finally understood that he had been shaking me. My cheeks were soaked with real tears and I felt a cold sweat covering my entire body. I brought my eyes to him with a lingering feeling of terror and he pulled me into his embrace. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and placed a careful kiss on my forehead. “You were screaming. I couldn’t think of a kinder way to wake you, I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he wound his fingers through my hair and I felt my rapid heartbeat gradually calming against him. I could still sense the distress of the dream hanging over me and the memory of Harper’s screams were refreshed by it. I felt myself trembling in his hold as I recalled the sound and he sighed gently above me. “You...you can talk to me, you know that don’t you?” He whispered with a vulnerability in his tone that made my heart ache. I took a deep breath before leaning back so that I could look up into his sympathetic face.

“The things that happened in Mount Weather...I saw some dark shit and it’s not easy to just forget.” I explained and watched as his brows furrowed together. “Finding you and Octavia alive, it’s more than I could ever have asked for. I’m thankful for every second of the life that I have now and although it takes away most of the hurt that was eating away at me, it doesn’t remove the things that I saw, or worse, that I did.” My voice faded to a shameful whisper by the end and he tilted his head at me in confusion. “I did things to survive, things I never thought I would do. And the strangest part is that I don’t regret them, because they led me back to you both. If anything, I blame those sick assholes for forcing my hand.” I confessed as I avoided meeting his gaze. He gently lifted my chin to face him and his eyes were filled with emotion as he viewed me.

“Whatever you did, I know that you had to do. They wanted to kill every last one of you. You survived because of your actions, don't feel like you should regret that.” He asserted with an intense gaze and I felt a weight lift from my chest as I nodded back. “These nightmares, they’re of Mount Weather?” He investigated with reluctance and I hummed quietly in confirmation. “What can I do to help?” He breathed and the genuine tone in his voice made my eyes fill with tears. I considered my words carefully as I analysed the way that I’d felt each time I woke and tried to make sense of the jumbled images of the dreams.

“I need to stop being afraid.” I assessed and noticed a thinly veiled anger in his face at this statement. I knew that he was furious that anyone had affected me this much and it only further revealed how much effort he was investing into remaining calm for my comfort. “The only way I can think to do that is to prove to myself that I’m strong enough to protect myself now. I almost died more times than I can count in that Mountain, I barely scraped through those fights and honestly...I didn’t exactly take the best care of myself whilst there. I’ve gotten weak and complacent. I need to know that I can’t be captured like that again, I need to be strong.” I explained and I noticed a wry smile creep into the corners of his lips.

“I can make you a guard, I’ll train you personally.” He offered with the slightest hint of mischief which earned an involuntary chuckle under my breath.

“It’s a kind offer Bel, but I was thinking of something more extreme.” I divulged which caused him to view me with suspicion. “I’ve seen Tavi practising, I want to be able to fight like her. She’s offered to train me with Lincoln’s help, but I don’t want to go behind your back.” I detailed and flinched as he rolled his eyes at me in exasperation.

“Indie, come on.” He groaned. “You’ve said yourself that you feel weak. The grounder method of training is to beat the shit out of you until you learn, I’ve seen it happen in this camp! At least with me you know that I’ll be careful with you.” He justified and I could sense the same protective authority in him that I’d seen him address Octavia with countless times.

“I wont be stupid. I’ll start resting and I’ll take care of myself. I won’t take on any actual combat training until I’m well enough, purely theory until then, I promise.” I pleaded and although I could still sense the annoyance in his posture, his resolve was visibly crumbling. “This is important to me Bel, I need to be able to fight for myself. I can’t always leave it to you to save me. And maybe the distraction will help me to move on.” I appealed to him and he shrugged in defeat.

“Fine, if it’s that important to you. But if I see you covered in bruises, it’s done.” He conceded and I smiled as I agreed to his terms. Bellamy took my face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on my lips with an affection that made my heart swell. “I won’t let anything happen to you again.” He whispered as he leaned his forehead against mine in a tender motion and I felt the last of my fear dissolve in his reassurance.

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More Than Meets the Eye #2- Yet Another Robot Falls Out of the Sky

Issue #2 opens with a phone call between Brainstorm and Rodimus, and it’s going well, all things considered. They only get sidetracked twice in their 30 second conversation, which is honestly pretty good for them.

Brainstorm and Perceptor have managed to suss out what exactly happened to make the quantum generators explode as fantastically as they did. Brainstorm’s calling now as opposed to after all the testing Perceptor wants to do, because he’s impatient and is so self-assured that he’s already got the answer, it might actually kill him to wait.

Yep, Brainstorm’s that guy who walks around talking on speakerphone in the middle of work. Is he doing it to keep Perceptor in the loop while he’s busy working on the generators? If he is, he’ll never admit it, because he’s too tsundere to admit he wants to be noticed by his science senpai.

Brainstorm, much like a majority of the Lost Light crew, has a complicated relationship with relationships.

Rodimus tells Brainstorm to get his butt out in the field, so they can find the rest of the ‘bots who got thrown through the stratosphere after the quantum jump, then takes another call from Chromedome, who’s over with Rewind and Hound pulling Cyclonus out of a lake. Chromedome and Rewind have run into the guy who committed an act of terror on their former place of employment twice in the last few hours. We’ll see just how the hell he wound up there a bit later on. What’s important in the here and now is the fact that we’ve gotten our first glimpse at Rewind’s magic color-changing pants.

Issue #1

Issue #2

What a strange and terrible power this tiny robot holds.

Up in the sky, a small yellow ship vops into existence from a portal that looks very similar to the one the Lost Light went through during their quantum oopsie. Inside, we find a guy who apparently fell asleep while holding a lit weld torch and a gun. He’s got no idea what’s going on, or who he is, or that he’s in grave danger.

Honestly, not the WORST name I’ve ever heard out of Transformers.

No, actually, that’s not his name, but rather some repressed trauma trying to work its way back up to the surface. His real name is Skids, and he’s just kind of making it up as he goes at this point, as he sets the ship to crash into the planet below and jumps out.

Now that’s just gratuitous.

This is about par for the course when it comes to Skids- he’s just so very extra, all the time.

The ship crashes behind him, and it would appear that vague sense of paranoia was completely justified, as the burning remains reconstitute themselves into multiple giant robots with swords.

So we’re gonna have to deal with that.

Back over on the Lost Light, Rung’s getting patched up by Ratchet, and we get our first taste of his perpetual forgettability. Of course, Rung knows who Ratchet is, because everyone does, and butters him up for no real reason other than he can, I suppose. Or rather, because Roberts was feeling a bit cruel.

Twist the knife a little more, why don’t you?

Of course, Rung’s assumptions are quickly dashed against the rocks, as Ratchet proceeds to loosen up his sticky fingers by smashing his hand with a mallet right beside him.

As Ratchet reattaches Rung’s arm, they get to talking about their new friend, Tailgate, who’s still passed out. Swerve’s watching over him, because he’s just a nice guy like that.

That’s the smallest Tailgate’s feet will ever be.

Drift calls the medical bay to let him know that they’ll be bringing in the guys who fell out of the ship, so Ratchet should put on a smile so they’ll feel better. This, of course, doesn’t sit well with Ratchet, who starts griping about Drift’s newfound hippy-dippy state of mind, a result of him having almost died back during the Chaos storyline. Swerve, never one to miss out on a good trash-talk session, starts feeding the fire, until Ratchet gets distracted and burns Rung by mistake.

Then Whirl wakes up and starts strangling people.

Whirl wasn’t meant to be on board this ship, and he probably hasn’t seen Rung since he got booted from the Wreckers, so waking up from a fight still raring to go and finding the guy who tried to make him connect with his Feelings™ hovering over him was bound to start some nonsense.

Ratchet tries to talk him down again, with Swerve “assisting”, but nothing seems to be getting through to Whirl until Rung threatens him with prison time. Whirl doesn’t like prison, to put it lightly, so he snaps out of his stupor, drops Rung, and leaves the medibay. No one is particularly sad to see him go.

All this commotion must have woken up Tailgate, who’s introduced to the others. He asks if he’s on board the Ark- you know, the one from roughly six million years ago- and suddenly all the weirdly ancient internal parts Ratchet found inside him start making a lot more sense. Swerve bribes Ratchet with food to get to be the one to break the news to Tailgate.

It goes about as well as one could expect.

Back over with Skids, we see that not everyone survived the fall through the stratosphere, as the burning bodies of Hyperion and Polaris sit in the foreground as Skids prepares to face off with the giant yellow robots.

Corpse desecration! Fun for the whole family!

Polaris slams into one of the yellow robots. Thinking quickly, Skids makes a makeshift bomb out of Polaris and a gun, blasting his fuel tank and making a very big explosion.

There’s still another robot to deal with, but it looked pretty cool.

Back on the Lost Light, Cyclonus seems to have recovered from his dip in the lake, and he’s finally getting his meeting with Rodimus.

They’re so awkward. I thought you two were supposed to cool.

Also, major dumbass points to Cyclonus for tying himself to the roof of the ship like camping gear on the top of a family sedan, and making it through a goddamned quantum jump.

Here we get a glimpse at the thought process behind Rodimus even bothering to be in the same room as this guy: Cyclonus turning on Galvatron back in Chaos probably gave him and Optimus an extra few seconds to save the entirety of reality from the Dead Universe. That’s a pretty big solid, and he recognizes that. However, there’s still the whole Kimia thing, which was pretty un-chill of Cyclonus to have been a part of.

It probably doesn’t help that the Venn diagram for “Lost Light crew-members” and “dudes who were on Kimia when shit went down” is practically a circle.

Yeah, Cyclonus kind of isn’t allowed to have friends until issue #21.

Cyclonus isn’t going to apologize for what happened on Kimia, because- and this is honestly a pretty fair point- virtually everyone on this friggin’ ship is a war criminal and ought to know the score by now. War is hell, y’all. He doesn’t want a fight, he just wants to cruise around on this space-yacht and chill out for a little while.

Like, perhaps love?

Nah, that’s crazy-talk. He’s too stoic and emotionally-dead inside for all that.

Rodimus hears him out, and agrees to let him stay on the ship, on the condition that he’s going to have to deal with Rodimus being the guy who’s going to judge his every move, like an easily-disappointed father. Rodimus will be Cyclonus’ Optimus.

Ultra Magnus comes in to add that if Cyclonus screws up, he’ll be breaking out the heavy hammer of justice to pound him flat.

Also, he brought Whirl. It’s time for Cyclonus and him to kiss and make up.

What a beautiful start to this friendship.

Back outside, Swerve’s accompanying Tailgate on a cool-down walk, so he doesn’t pass out due to stress twice in a 24-hour period. He’s probably uncomfortable when people start crying, which is a staple of the Tailgate-brand freakout.

I looked into this, and unless I missed something, the “overheating optical filaments due to emotional stress fizzing up and away from the eye” thing is the only real instance of Transformers being able to cry. Roberts really made the robots have a physiological response equivalent to crying so he could hurt them more thoroughly.

As they walk, Swerve starts asking questions, because he’s incapable of shutting up- literally, he has logorrhea. He asks to see Tailgate’s alt-mode, what he did for a living before he fell in the hole, what the ruined decal on his arm used to say, and it turns out that Tailgate’s a pretty interesting little dude. He was on a bomb disposal squad with the Primal Vanguard.

The two of them catch sight of Rewind and Chromedome on a cliff, and Swerve makes introductions, comparing the pair to Rack’n’Ruin in terms of closeness, Rack’n’Ruin being two robots who share a lower body.

You know, when it’s put like that it sounds a bit dirty, doesn’t it?

Skids falls into the scene, and demands that someone take the Inhibitor Claw off of his back. Chromedome obliges, because he’s the only one tall enough to reach Skids’ upper body. Once the thing’s off, Skids’ can activate his onboard weaponry, which he does with aplomb.

Chromedome, you fool! You’ve made him too cool!

As Skids kicks the ass of this mystery ‘bot, more of his memories come back, until all he’s missing is the short-term stuff. Once he’s done, everyone tells him how awesome he is, Swerve having maybe fallen in love just a bit, as he asks just what Skids’ whole deal is.

Skids is a theoretician, which means he forms/develops/studies the theoretical framework of a subject. I can’t imagine that pays too well, maybe that’s why he’s moonlighting as a hired gun or whatever.

Chromedome seems to know Skids, and invites him back to the Lost Light so they can try and figure out what exactly is going on with his brain, and also that gun that he’s been holding in his hand this entire time, but never noticed or used.

Yeah, that one.

Tailgate’s wandered off to get a closer look at the robot Skids annihilated, getting its last words: nineteen eighty-four. Guess he really likes Orson Welles as an author.

The Lost Light takes off, and as everyone congregates on the bridge, Rodimus wonders just what the hell he’s going to say to them all. Between Ultra Magnus’ bleak starkness and Drift’s blindingly sunshiney outlook, he figures that he’ll just wing it.

Down below, Swerve’s managed to convince Tailgate to try transforming, by way of talking his ear off, then walks away the moment he begins the conversion- he’s a little stiff, so it’s going to take a minute. Swerve starts chatting Skids up and poking him in the ass, because that’s what you do when you want to be friends with someone. And Swerve really, really wants to be friends with Skids.

Skids doesn’t really cotton to this whole questing thing the Lost Light’s trying to do, and asks for a little more clarification on just what exactly they’re trying to accomplish. He’s not super impressed with the information once he has it.

Rodimus, having collected himself enough to face the crew, announces the deaths of Ore, Polaris, and Hyperion, and that while their collective passing is very sad, they’ve got to press on with their journey. Their next scheduled stop is Crystal City, once they figure out where the hell that quantum explosion dumped them.

Whirl brings up the fact that every good adventure team has a sweet name. Swerve tries to pull a Chaos Theory Optimus and take back the suffix -cons by calling themselves the Crusadercons, but nobody seems too keen on that idea. Don’t worry, Swerve, you’ll get there one day.

While the boys try to name themselves, Rodimus is given the phone. Red Alert’s on the line, and he’s freaking out, because there’s a murderous monster on board the ship.

You can tell the art style hasn’t settled yet, because they’re still photoshopping the insignias on after the fact.

A sparkeater is a major problem, but it’ll have to wait until next month to be dealt with, because that’s our cliffhanger ending for this issue.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #liars A-to-D #issue 2 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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harmony283 · 4 years

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[DGM] A Shoulder to Cry On

A/N: So obviously I’ve been dead here the last couple of months. Obvious reasons should be obvious. Trying to get back into the swing of writing (again), starting with this: something I actually wrote literally a week ago. So technically it was in time for Kanda’s birthday. Thank a1y_puff for the inspiration (based off some fanart she showed me). Sorry if there are any canon discrepancies! I tried my best.

Also on Ao3

[DGM] A Shoulder to Cry On

Pairing: Kanda/Allen (if u squint) If this was any other time, Kanda would be pointing out that Allen still wasn't as tall as him. If this was any other time, Kanda would be giving a snide remark, probably even pulling away, but it wasn't. Because now, despite the cold air and the fact they both were worn out (and slowly, slowly healing in his case) from the recent Akuma attack, Allen was tall enough to easily prop his head on his shoulder. He’d just gotten done telling…one possible version of his childhood and if what he needed was a shoulder to lean on? Then fuck it, Kanda would give him that.

It wasn’t like anything could get more awkward between them. In fact he was pretty sure they were long past that stage, even if this would be considered a fair exchange. After all, Allen hadn’t exactly asked to see his shitty backstory—it just happened because of mind-reading manipulative Noah’s. Even now, the reason Kanda was here was because of that. Because even if he wanted to die—to be given that choice to die? He couldn’t.

He owed him.

So a listening ear and a shoulder were easy extras to give. He’d already been risking his life before now, it wasn’t like he was going to fucking stop.

Suddenly Allen let out a watery-sounding laugh against his shoulder and reached out with one hand, twisting it in the fabric of his Exorcist jacket like it was a lifeline, “Thanks.” He muttered, followed by a soft, “Sorry. Give me a minute.”

Kanda snorted but remained still, it wasn’t like standing here was going to kill him. All the Akuma had either fled or been cut down and while the threat of an actual Noah approaching was always very real, Allen hadn’t given them any indication of their whereabouts (having run so far from the actual location the Akuma spawned from). Even Kanda’s golem, who’d flown off in search of Tiedoll and Johnny, hadn’t shown back up. Granted Kanda wasn’t exactly sure, still, how far away they were. Allen had given him the name of the town, but Kanda never had a reason to learn geography and he wasn’t going to start learning now.

They didn’t even know where they were going to begin with.

It was when Allen actually shivered that Kanda realized fuck it was getting dark out. They at least needed to start a fire, or find shelter of some kind. While their jackets were definitely durable, they’d been forced to use the Ark and it had gone based off feelings, not necessarily anything else—which meant it didn’t fucking care that their shit was still probably with Tiedoll in that Innocence Carriage. They also didn’t have any money either, and Kanda only had so many buttons left of his jacket before that would be gone too.

“Oi,” He started, making Allen jerk just a little, “We need to get somewhere warmer. We’re close to town—”

“And it’s not a good idea to go back.” Allen sighed into his shoulder before finally pulling away, his eyes were a little red, but Kanda chose to ignore that when he finally turned around to watch him, “Yeah.” He ran a hand through his longer-than-normal bangs, “I’d say maybe there’s a cheap inn somewhere, I still have some cash—somewhere.” He fumbled around a few of his pockets with a frown before pulling out a wad of cash. “Won’t last us long but maybe a room for the night—if you don’t mind sharing.” He hesitated here, smiling a little bashfully and honestly? Fuck after everything—

“It’ll give us time to plan our next step.” Kanda decided it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Even if Allen meant sharing a bed and not just a room. They’d been on enough missions before, though usually they were able to get their own rooms on those. “Okay. Lead the way. You know where we are.”

Even if he still technically didn’t spend a lot of time here, it’d been memorable enough to send them here. Though Kanda had a feeling Allen had left some details out in his backstory (the abridged version, possibly) he knew better than to point that out. He wasn’t that much of an asshole.

Just like Allen was doing a good job of not pointing out the whole fact that Kanda came back. Out of ‘duty’. Kanda didn’t really want to elaborate either. So they were at a stalemate. A perfect amount of information exchange to be able to work together. If that would hold? Well, they’d find out or Tiedoll would find them first. Kanda hadn’t realized how important Johnny was until he was no longer here, hell, was Link still following them? If so then what? There were just as many unknowns to stack up against the knowns—and Kanda knew there would only be more.

They had a destination, though: a place to get to.

But for now they just needed some place warm.

***

The inn was just about as shitty as Allen warned it would be. It was one bed, a desk, a chair, and a door that led to a small, thankfully private, bathroom. Clearly meant for only a nights' stay—no more. Unless they expected them to just not take a shower. Not that Kanda minded being dirty, it was a necessity that came along with traveling. He also knew they got the best of the best with The Black Order so he wasn’t going to complain, especially when right now that status wasn’t doing him any favors. But at least they were warm without their jackets on, so Kanda could at least take it off for now—and wait for his turn in the bathroom. He’d already chosen a side of the bed, and was now lying on it, wondering yet again what their next plan of action was. His golem was trained specifically on him, and especially if it found Tiedoll? He knew it would be able to find them here.

He could only hope it happened quickly. Tiedoll could only give his help for so long before the others got suspicious. While it was just like Kanda to go off and do his own damn thing, Tiedoll? Had been a General for much, much longer. His goal would be something different. Yes, maybe he knew there would be help in branches Kanda wasn’t even aware of, but The Order definitely didn’t seem like one of them. Who the fuck knew what they’d do to Allen if they captured him again? Killing him almost seemed too easy.

And if they tried, would Neah come out? Would Neah come out now? Kanda was certain he could handle it, hell Tiedoll could too. But Johnny almost died, and of course Neah would know to go for the weakest link first, so he’d have to make sure Tiedoll knew that too. Fuck. They hadn’t had a chance to talk very long, had they? No. Not enough at all.

The water shutting off and the door clicking open was enough to snap Kanda back to the present. Allen came tumbling out, looking half-dead, with his hair slightly damp around his face. He was still awake, though, but only barely. “All yours.” He mumbled, easily stumbling over to the other side of the bed before sitting down on it. He didn’t even seem to care that Kanda was still lying there.

Not that Kanda would make him sleep on the floor, and not that Allen would make him sleep on the floor either. Not that Kanda was about to bring that up, he knew he’d at least not be sore in the morning but still. A bed was much nicer than the damn floor. It was only when he didn’t move immediately that it seemed to dawn on Allen exactly what their position was. Immediately he glanced over, almost warily, but when their eyes met? Whatever Allen saw, it definitely didn’t make him move.

He’d never been afraid of him, had he?

At least now that was a good thing.

Kanda met his gaze steadily, before nodding his head and shifting off the bed. Like Allen he made quick use of the bathroom, and even made sure to splash his face with water much like Allen did. It was enough to wake him up and to remind him yes it’s fucking cold outside before he made his way back into the room. Allen was still sitting where he had been, moments before, and almost looked like he was about to drift off to sleep when Kanda muttered, “At least get under the covers. Weren’t you cold?”

Maybe he should have been louder, because Allen jumped, then floundered for a second, before grabbing onto the side of the bed, “Oh. Right.” He glanced down then back up at Kanda, “I can—”

“Take the floor?” Kanda snorted, “It’s just for one night. It won’t kill me to share.” Maybe he, again, needed to work on his word-choice, because the look on Allen’s face quickly morphed to concern. He could see the question bubbling up on his lips and knew—he had a few seconds to either deflect, or actually maybe answer the goddamn question because—

Would it really be so bad?

“How are you not dead?” Granted it was asked much quieter than Kanda expected. In fact the look on Allen’s face shifted between so many emotions (some, not so good) that he couldn’t even pinpoint it before he continued, “I mean. I know you heal, but that was—I thought you’d—”

“—Died?” Kanda snorted and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge Allen wasn’t on and sighed, “I couldn’t. I told you that. Not yet. I won’t until this is over.” For whatever given value of ‘over’ it was. Until Allen died? Probably. Until they killed the Noah? Maybe. Found out the meaning behind them? Behind what Neah was here for? Another maybe. There were so many fucking maybe’s Kanda wasn’t sure. He just knew this life? Was now not entirely his to give away. “I heal slower. But I always have been, since before.” He knew Allen had seen those past memories, of him losing a fucking arm and laughing about it. He knew what he used to be able to heal from, and he wasn’t stupid. “I’ll be careful.”

“No you won’t.” Allen blurted out, “I mean, I’m glad—you’re here. Helping.” He glanced away for a second like the words were still hard to get out. He was probably thinking of what he told him—the story he shared, the memories that were still pretty fucked up, and definitely not normal for any kid to experience probably, but still one of a supposedly normal young boy—“And I know you’re not just going to stop. You’re going to keep following me. If—Tiedoll finds us, you’d even still follow me after that. Even if it doesn’t work out.”

Kanda shrugged. The answer was obvious at this point, even if it was also probably stupid.

“Would you die if your Innocence turned against you?” Now that question was a bit more out there. Not exactly something Kanda had been expecting.

“Ask Komui, not me.” Not that they’d probably ever see the guy again, “He probably knows. Or Bak does.” After all he still had the files on hand, of exactly how he was ‘made’, and again the Innocence hadn’t exactly killed him back then, either. Now, with the Crystal Type? The only other user was Lenalee. She was still at the Order, technically still doing what the Innocence wanted, “If I become a Fallen is up to it, too, I guess.” Who the fuck knew what the Innocence was thinking, “Are you worried?”

“Yes!” Allen snapped, “Yes! Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be? It’s in your blood!” He held his arm up here, almost like he was making a point, “I might, too. Maybe. I don’t know if it’s even possible for a Noah to wield Innocence,” A ghostly look passed over his face and for an instant Kanda remembered—

Those scars he had. The scream of pain.

Yes, Innocence fucking hurt Noah’s. He was an oxymoron if there ever was one. At least in theory, even though Kanda had his own body, his brain (and in theory, the vague memories he had because of them) was connected to the Innocence that was now in his Blood. That was the whole point of the 2nd Exorcist project. To see if the compatibility was connected to the brain. In the end it had been forced out, or possibly connected just out of sheer need.

Allen had two different people residing in him entirely. The Noah Neah, and those memories, and Allen Walker—the boy who possibly was only a fabrication of a person to begin with. He didn’t know, Kanda didn’t know, Cross may have known something—all of which leading up to now.

Fuck.

Kanda took a deep breath before holding his arms out, so Allen could see the scars the Innocence made, “I don’t know.” He answered, “My healing has slowed down, and I haven’t done anything yet to go against it.” He thought for a moment, “Suman, right? He exchanged information for a while before he was found out. I don’t know the exact requirements it chooses—but that’s still time. Time we can use.” They already needed to hurry for other reasons entirely. This was just another tick mark in that column.

Allen still looked distraught, though, and for once Kanda couldn’t be too irritated with him, because he understood why. Of course he did, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew how Allen was—he didn’t want anyone to suffer, even if that meant taking on twice as much suffering in their place. “I’m not a martyr like you.” He finally muttered, lying back on the bed, all while feeling Allen’s eyes on him, “I’ll tell you. If I notice anything. Now you need to sleep. If Tiedoll finds us in a few hours I’m not carrying you if you’re tired.”

#D. Gray Man #Kanda Yuu #Allen Walker #my writing #drabble #canon #canon compliant #(I hope)

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moeruhoshi · 5 years

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Late af Gruvia day submission!

Juvia sniffled as she held one of her many stuffed dolls, hiding in a fort made of his body pillows and giant plushies. Gajeel sat on her windowsill as he watched over her, sighing at the grieving water mage, the clouds brewing and blocking out the sun.

“I’m sure you can just talk to the popsicle,” He gruffed as she shook her head, half her body turning into a puddle. “Water woman, you always want to talk to him.”

“G-Gray-sama...he would never listen...and he’d hate Juvia! Juvia...she didn’t want things to happen like this,” She bawled even more, the structure hiding her dripping form shaking along with her cries.

“He has a choice and he chose what he did with you,” Gajeel sighed, glaring down at the guild below Fairy Hill.

“But Gray-sama didn’t even stay until Juvia woke up...he left Juvia and we haven’t talked since...there’s no way Juvia could tell him now,”

“I’ll make that freezing fuck listen if that’s what it takes,” Gajeel tossed his sharp eyes over to her makeshift hideaway, grumbling as his best friend poked her head out, her pale face reddened with tears. “Either I tell him or you do,”

“But...but what if Gray-sama doesn’t want to have a baby with Juvia? We were both drunk anyhow...even if Juvia remembered everything, maybe Gray-sama doesn’t,” Juvia’s bottom lip quivered as she rose out of her fort and walked across her room to get the tissue box on her vanity.

“He’s been avoiding you, I’m sure the bastard remembers,” The metal dragon slayer said as he crossed his arms. “He needs to know, water woman,”

“Juvia...Juvia supposes,” She frowned, looking into her mirror to see just how puffed up her under-eyes had become. “Do you think you could get Gray-sama to meet Juvia in the rainbow sakura ark this evening?”

“Yeah, even if I have to bolt his bloodied ass to a tree,” Juvia giggled for the first time that day as her best friend leapt down from her window sill and plummeted towards the outdoor ground.

The water mage pursed her lips and whined, unable to summon much confidence as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hand fell to her slightly round belly, almost two months along with Gray’s child.

“Maybe a bath will help Juvia calm down,” She sighed as she trudged into her bathroom, turning the faucet of her tub on.

It felt like cheating, if Juvia was being honest with her feelings. She had loved Gray for so long, fought beside him for so long, been his partner in battle for so long...all for things to come crashing down on a one-night stand that she could only vaguely recall.

The proof was marked by a sharp soreness between her legs and the lingering scent of Gray on her pillow, lest not forget the memory of him kissing sloppily along the length of her body.

Juvia warmed at the phantom memory of his lips on hers, his surprisingly warm skin as he held her so close, his fingers as they brought her to climax while he pistoned—you get the picture.

Even if they were drunk, it was still a special and magical night, there truly had to be magic in the air for Juvia to have learned that Gray liked it when she licked his—she was really going to have a problem if these fantasies continued so vividly.

Didn’t it mean she was rejected if he didn’t bother sticking around to greet her in the morning? He surely wouldn’t accept the news of their child...he’d call her a witch or something even more awful for trying to trap him in her web of intense love with a baby he never wanted.

The bath was not helping.

Juvia didn’t bother toweling off as she heard her phone buzz in the other room, wet footprints following her as she went to pick the thin lacrima up.

‘I told ice pants you’d be there and he better not disappoint,’

Juvia smiled as she looked down at the message from Gajeel. Even if Gray didn’t want to be in her life, there were others around her who would support her.

Feeling a bit more confident and excited to finally see Gray in private, she turned to her closer in search of an outfit; nothing too fancy, nothing too casual...and something that would hide her teeny baby bump.

The setting sun shone its dimming light into her room as she finally finished curling her hair and setting the bouncy waves into their usual place. The night was chilly but she had chosen a light sundress to wear as she felt the baby would probably like a bit more cold. The dress was flowy and a soft periwinkle blue, the rounded skirt cinching under her breasts to pull away from the shape of her stomach. She clipped on a pair of matching sandals before checking her makeup once more and leaving for the park.

She was thankful that the halls of the dorm were empty at this time, everyone most likely finishing up dinner at the guild. She would make a note to stop in and thank Mira for making the lunch that Gajeel brought her earlier.

Juvia smiled lightly before continuing on her way, her confidence at its peak as she took her time with a snail-paced walk‍‍. The fall air felt refreshing on her skin, the gentle breeze wrapping its arms around her and accompanying her to such a fateful meeting.

They hadn’t set a specific time to meet, so Juvia didn’t want to rush and spend what would probably end up being hours alone under the berth of a tree. The scent of bakeries and cafés wafted under her nose as she walked the streets of the city, luring the blunette in with reminders that she had to stay well-fed for her baby.

Besides, who could resist the thought of a fresh slice of a honey wheat French loaf with strawberry preserves...definitely not this expecting mother. And what better to wash it down with than a hot apple cider with whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkles! Apples and cinnamon...Magnolia was loosely known for a bakery with the best apple turnovers this side of Fiore; who could resist dessert anyhow? What better way was there to lift one’s spirits than with some warm comfort food?

Juvia finished enjoying her meal after...two hours?! The sun had already fallen behind the hills, the moon half full in the sky, following her as she hurried her way over to the emptying park. Leaving were people finishing nighttime strolls or early evening picnics, a few people jogging along the path beside the riverbank or some walking their dogs.

Juvia took her time as she walked through the trees, her eyes out for the raven-haired boy who was either still there or had yet to come at all.

Dejection stung her heart as the ice-make mage was nowhere to be seen, the blunette halfheartedly taking a seat under a tree facing the river as she decided to wait.

Digging her lacrima cell out of her purse, she checked the time; it was currently 8 o’clock. Giving Gray the benefit of the doubt, she waited and watched the boats go by to pass the time.

Five minutes steadily became ten, then thirty climbed its way to sixty, not failing to match itself or tack on another...thirty minutes…

But Juvia would wait all night and into the morning if that’s how much time it would take for Gray to muster up the courage to see her.

“Juvia should have rethought her decision to bring a sweater,” The water mage chattered as she rubbed her arms up and down, subtly heating the water of her body as the air grew colder.

“Idiot, are you trying to catch a cold?” Gray’s rough tone of voice caught in Juvia’s ears as a white coat with a familiar scent was donned onto her shoulders.

“Gray-sama…” Juvia’s eyes sparkled as they cast onto the boy who now stood in front of her, captivated by the moonlight that illuminated his features. Gray hid his blush and looked away as he felt her intense gaze refuse to give up, clearing his throat before speaking again.

“You didn’t have to wait out so late for me,”

“Of course Juvia did, Juvia has something important to talk to Gray-sama about,” She said, standing up as his frown twitched.

“...what about?” He gulped as she walked past him, moving to lean against the railing that overlooked the stream below.

“Gray-sama...that night you spent with Juvia, do you remember it?”

“Yeah,” He grimaced, hand curling into a fist at his side. “Is that why you called me out here?”

“Sort of, Juvia just wanted to clear the air since Gray-sama has been distant lately,” She said, shyly twiddling her thumbs as his anger looked as though it was about to overflow.

“I don’t have to stick around you, you know,”

“Juvia understands, but Gray-sama has been Juvia’s partner since—“

“I don’t remember agreeing to that, you just follow me around!”

“Gray-sama, Juvia didn’t come to fight with you, calm down!” The water mage reached out to grab Gray’s hand, flinching as he harshly tore away from her light grip.

“I shouldn’t have even come out, that night was a mistake,” He mumbled, eyebrows furled as he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m outta here, let’s just forget about what happened, okay? It was stupid...we were drunk,”

“Even if Gray-sama calls it stupid, it was still Juvia’s first time!” She shouted at the ice mage who already had his back turned, forcing him to stop his retreat. “It was Juvia’s first! She was saving it for Gray-sama!”

“I-I didn’t ask you t—“

“So what if Gray-sama didn’t?! Juvia chose to give it away even if she was drunk! Can Gray-sama stop acting like a jerk and just listen to Juvia for once?!” Juvia panted as she roared her last sentence, Gray turning around with wide eyes as she stalked up to him.

“Juvia wanted to have sex with Gray-sama that night. And Juvia would have appreciated you being there for her in the morning. Why did you leave?”

Gray was silent as he stared down into her fierce gaze, shaking under the aura she pinned him with. When was the last time this bubbly girl had exploded at him?

“I...I didn’t think you wanted to see me,” He breathed out, a red blush present under his eyes.

“What?”

“I saw the blood, alright? It was on me and on your legs...I thought I had hurt you! All I remembered was waking up with a hangover in your bed, I barely remember how it started between us! And you...you looked so...I thought you’d cry if you saw me there when you were injured,”

Juvia couldn’t help but bubble with a laugh as Gray finished his explanation, the ice mage grumbling as she held her stomach and wiped away the tear that had formed in the corner of her eye.

“Gray-sama, that’s perfectly normal, didn’t you know?” She giggled as she stood up straight again, looking at the boy who displayed his shy anger.

“Obviously not,”

“Juvia remembers more than Gray-sama, you were a perfect gentleman, Juvia enjoyed herself,” She smiled softly, making Gray sputter with embarrassment.

“O-Oh...that’s good, I guess,” He mumbled, unable to peel his eyes away from the entirely too innocent smile she sported. “I’m sorry I stopped talking to you,”

“Juvia knows Gray-sama well enough by now, Juvia wasn’t that hurt,”

“Quit sayin’ stuff like that,” He frowned. “You always forgive me for everything, no matter what I do,”

“Because Juvia loves Gray-sama!” He felt blinded by her sweet smile, his heart throbbing as her cheeks dimpled and pale pink lips spread just for him.

“I...I really don’t deserve you,” He groaned, falling to a crouch as he began to pick at the grass. “You’re too good for someone like me,”

“Juvia thinks the same about Gray-sama,” She hummed, crouching to meet his embarrassed half frown again. “Isn’t that what makes us such a good team?”

“Could be part of it,” His lips curled ever so slightly as she giggled again, pulling him to stand with her.

“Juvia has something else she wants to talk about, Gray-sama,”

“How about we do it at my place? It’s too cold for you out here,” He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, beginning to lead them both out of the park.

Juvia looked shyly down at her hands clasped together, blushing as Gray’s warm smell wafted its way under her nose. She leaned her head onto his shoulder as his hand slowly rubbed against her arm, butterflies beating their wings inside her stomach.

“Those...aren’t butterflies—!” Juvia retched as nausea crawled its way up her throat, forcing her to pull away from Gray and run back to the railing beside the river.

“Juvia?!” Gray shouted, bewildered as the water mage began throwing her dinner up. “What’s wrong, are you sick? You were fine a second ago!”

“Juvia…” She began, heaving as she pulled back her hair. Her feet wobbled, Gray catching her on his arm before she tripped over herself. “Juvia is pregnant, Gray-sama,”

“E-E-Eh?! Y-You’re—! Then...then I’m—! With my?!” He spazzed out as she nodded, clinging to him as he nearly began hyperventilating. “Oh my god…”

“Juvia’s really not feeling well, so if Gray-sama could wait till we’re at your place, she’d really appreciate that,” She smiled weakly at him, snapping him out of the multitude of thoughts running through his head.

“O-Oh! Yeah! Of course! Let’s go!”

#fairy tail #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gray and juvia #juvia and gray #gray x juvia #juvia x gray #gruvia day #gruvia angst #fairy tail gruvia #gruvia day submission #gruvia fan fiction

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