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Part 41 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I unfortunately can’t tag everyone as some new Tumblr rule forbids me to do so! Sorry!)

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“Who is it?” he asks feeling Gus tremble in his arms and whimper a little. Poor kid was terrified of anyone coming to their door who wasn’t his grandma or any of his friends from school.

“Bellamy, it’s Harper!” he hears his friend’s voice and exhales a little, bowing his head down for a second “Please, open up!”

“It’s okay, kid.” he whispers in Gus’ ear as he rubs his back up and down with his big hand “Just Jordan’s mom, it’s fine.” the boy doesn’t relax until Bellamy pulls the door open and he carefully peaks at it, finding indeed, his friend’s mom there, looking up at Bellamy with the most worried expression on her face.

“Hey, Harper, what’s going on?” their friend looked flustered, hands shaky and eyes wide with fear.

“Is Clarke home?” she looked around but Bellamy was too broad for her to actually glance in the room “Can I come in?”

“Of course, sorry, we were just having dinner.” he apologizes as he moves away and lets her in, Clarke was already up on her feet and rushing to them.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Clarke asked right away as Harper reaches for her with trembling hands that Clarke takes in and squeezes hard “Is it Jordan? Does his hand hurt?”

“We uh...we need your help.” she says and only now does Bellamy notice that some of her shirt sleeve was painted with a deep dark red. Someone had been bleeding. Bellamy looks at Aurora and motions for her to come and pick Gus up which she does and the kid surprisingly pulls away without much fuss, probably being too scared of even finding Harper at the door, knowing something is wrong without having to hear everything. He still clenches his arms around Bellamy but he whispers in his ears that he has to go with grandma for a moment and he’s thankfully too tired and sleepy after eating to fight him. “Our neighbor, mister Lemkin, he was involved in fixing the engine the other day, he’s one of the few mechanics from Farm.” she explains and Bellamy nods, he thinks he’s heard the name and if he’s right it was a man a little older than with bright red hair and kind eyes.

“Doesn’t he have a girl?”

“Yes, Reese...she’s a little older than Jordan and Gus.” Harper explains frantically.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He hurt his leg while you guys were trying to fix the engine, more like...his foot really, he got it stuck inbetween some metal while they were putting back the parts together so he got a bad cut and I think some of it is broken too.” she blurts out and Clarke nods seriously “I didn’t know who else to ask for help. The nurses’ station doesn’t work this late and I have no way of getting him there anyway. Reese has been staying with us most of the time but she’s worried and doesn’t know how to help her dad.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Clarke jumps in action right away, making Bellamy’s heart go crazy “I have bandages but we’ll need moonshine.”

“I have two bottles at home as well as cotton swabs and some of the Factory miracle rub if it’ll help with anything.”

“Clarke-” Bellamy tries intervening, this was happening too fast “Wait a second here-” Harper looks at him confused and Clarke sends daggers his way like she did only when she was very angry “You can’t just...you can’t just go there, you have no ID, just papers.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t be. If someone catches you practicing medicine when you’re clearly forbidden from doing so, you’ll be floated!” he raises his voice a little and takes her hand, squeezing it tightly, trying to prove a point.”And if a guard stops you, they can lock you up for not having a clearly defined citizenship and keep you there for weeks just out of spite!”

“Bellamy-”

“It’s dangerous!”

“I know it is, but I won’t leave this man out there to die when I can help him!” she keeps her eyes on him determined “We talked about this once.”

“Yes, we did and I disagreed!”

“And I told you you don’t have the right to when you clearly risk your life for us all without even letting me know what you’re doing!” Clarke raises her voice making his jaw drop a little before he painfully clenches it again and bites back his words so as not to completely blow up in front of their friend and Gus who was talking quietly to his grandma behind their backs, probably worried as hell already.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to argue because of me I just-” Harper adds but Clarke raises her hand.

“No, don’t be. I am coming and Bellamy can’t stop me.” she insists and he huffs frustrated but squeezes her wrist a little harder, trying to make an emphasis.

“Clarke-”

“You won’t win this one, Bellamy.” she cuts him off “I-”

“Will you let me speak?” he cuts her off surprising her with the softness and defeat in his voice “I won’t fight you.” he relents “We’ll go help them but I’m coming with you.” she opens her mouth to disagree but he shakes his head “If you get stopped, I can intervene, I can help, okay?” her shoulders sag.

“Okay.” in truth she didn’t want him to come, not with the way he was barely walking after work or with how he was still coughing-he needed the rest, she knew it but there was no changing his mind just like there was nothing to be done about her decision to go to Farm.

“Grab your things and let’s go.” he nods at her but avoids Harper’s look. He understood why she was doing this, she only ever wanted to help and she must’ve been trying for a while considering she shadowed Clarke and helped her before when she and Jackson were working the clinic in Factory.

While Clarke gets ready, he goes to his mom and Gus and explains the kid what’s happening. He seems to understand that they’re going to help but he’s still a little scared. Bellamy promises they won’t be long and Gus wraps his arms tightly around his dad letting him hold him for a moment before they separate. Aurora tells them to be carefully as she sends them off the door, clearly worried about the whole thing as much as Bellamy was which warmed Clarke’s heart but she knew she had to focus on the task at hand.

Bellamy walked side by side with them at first but then went ahead to scout the hallways for guards and wheather or not they could present a treat. He had his crutch on because Aurora had basically shoved it in his hand before he left and though he had tried to protest about it, Clarke could see he leaned heavily into it as he made his way forward.

Harper held Clarke’s hand as she too remained alert while explaining everything she knew about mister Lemkin and his condition but also added that Monty himself got a bad cut at work today that she’d like Clarke to check if she could and Jordan’s wrist was healing but the frostbite on his fingers and face worried her a little.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out, I promise.” Clarke assured her and Bellamy heard it too because he threw his head back and she could see the anger in his eyes. Their argument was far from over and she was well-aware that once they came back home, Bellamy would raise the issue of her risking her life again.

There was no official border patrol between Factory and Farm as of lately despite guards lingering by the gates and stopping people at random to ask them where they were going and why. Too many people had families in both stations and the line of those crossing was quite big. After the bombings the control had tightened but now things were back to being somewhat a little looser when it came to the migration of people in those three stations. Still, Bellamy knew that if he didn’t swipe his card on his hallway machine before ten am, they’d come looking for him, possibly Clarke too and escort them out of Farm.

People had to be back to their own homes by curfew-if they weren’t they could be locked up and questioned for a few days, probably punished by taking ration points from them but that wasn’t something Bellamy ever wanted to happen, most of all because he was scared for Clarke.

When they approached Farm station’s main entrance that was marked by a sign on the door painted green and some plants, mostly wheat and algae drawn on the side, one of the guards measured them with a look before they even got there and Bellamy tensed.

He waited the girls up and when Clarke was by his side he took her hand and squeezed it hard.

“Play along and don’t talk-” he whispers in her ear “He’ll figure out your Alpha accent and catch us, okay?” Clarke nodded but kept her determined look staring ahead at the guard who was about their age. Harper sensed the tension but instead of panicking, she simply smiled when the guard stood their way.

“IDs please.” his voice was very child-like and he tried to look tough but it seemed as if he hated stopping them-it wasn’t annoyance per se but he didn’t hold the enjoyment or grudge more guards did when they stopped Factory and Farm folks for a random check up.

Bellamy steps before Clarke and passes his ID over.

“Me and my wife are just visitng our friend from Farm here.” he explains and Harper hands over hers too which he waves off when he sees it’s from the station they’re crossing to. Clarke tenses next to him and he isn’t sure if it’s because of their fake marriage or the guard himself and the rifle hanging on his left side.

He scans Bellamy’s ID but his eyes trail on Clarke for a moment.

“And yours, ma’am?” he prods as he returns Bellamy’s card and raises an eyebrow in quiet suspicion.

Bellamy could feel the sweat trailing down his back but he steps closer before her.

“She forgot it at home actually, it was my bad, I kind of rushed her.” he says and the guard opens up his mouth to say something but Bellamy reaches for his inner pocket and pulls out his red Level 11 pass card handing it over to the guard who’s mouth hangs a little upon seeing it. Surely Bellamy with his cane and his old uniform, his ruffled hair and his tired eyes didn’t seem like a top mechanic working on a secret level but the pass was there-with his name and picture and nobody could dispute it or call it fake.

“You can surely make an excuse for a silly man like me who got his wife in trouble, right?” at the sight of the card the guard tenses, he looks back at Bellamy and the girls, doesn’t even scan it and quickly pushes it back to Bellamy’s hand.

“Go ahead.” he gestures for the entrance “But don’t let it happen again, okay?” Bellamy nods with the most fake apologetic look he can muster “And don’t wave that off around anywhere or you may get suspended, mechanic.” he warns.

“I’m sorry, guardsman, I just-” the men waves them off and lets them through.

“Come on, get out of here.” he urges them as if Bellamy was suddenly carrying some diesase he could contract him with just for working at level 11. Bellamy didn’t miss the way he uttered the words “Factory scum” as they passed by and he has to squeeze his eyes shut not to react as he leaned heavily on his cane.

He feels Clarke’s hand sneak between his fingers and squeeze them tightly but she waits until they’re out of the guard’s earshot to give him a look and whisper.

“Thank you.” she knew how much that cost him, she knew that the psychological strain of putting himself between her and the guard was devastating and would probably give him nightmares tonight. He already shook hard, just after a minute-long interraction and it was understandable-he has been beaten by the wolves as they called them so many times he was marked for life.

When they passed away, long enough to be out of earshot, Bellamy stopped and leaned on the wall, closing his eyes briefly and letting Clarke and Harper pass by him. On the outside it’d look like he was just taking a second to relax his leg, since they’ve been walking pretty fast, trying to get to Farm as quickly as possible, but Clarke knew this was something else.

She gave Harper a look and whispered for her to go on, that she’ll need a second before she returned back to Bellamy.

“Hey-” she calls out to him but he doesn’t open his eyes right away, instead he just shakes his head a little and she notices the way his breathing is too fast and shallow, like when he was panicking. His hands shook and the one gripping the crutch was treatening to actually drop it, so she reached out and stedied him.

When he couldn’t stand on his own, she’d be there to help him. She wouldn’t let him fall. Just like he wouldn’t let her get blown up by that bomb-after all, she was the reason he was here in the first place...she was the reason that he would never be the same man again.

“Bellamy, look at me.” she commands as she picks up his chin and forces him to look at her.

He does and for a moment she almost wishes he hadn’t-there was so much pain in his eyes, so much fear and anxiety that she feels like something kicked her in the stomach and made her fall on the ground herself.

She even feels herseslf physically sway and he notices it, because he reaches with his other, free hand for hers and grips it tightly making her heart skip a few beats-that was her Bellamy, he’d always put everyone else before him even when he was barely breathing.

Clarke quickly gets a grip of herself though and shakes all her bad thoughts away, forcing herself to be strong for him. God, they were both so fucked up sometimes it was unreal how that many things happened to them and him most of all in such a short span of just a few months and they were still standing.

“You’re okay.” she tells him but he’s too stunned and scared to say something back-she could see something else was plaguing him, something he hasn’t talked to her about, something he hasn’t shared. Maybe it had to do with that pass he waved at the guard...but no, he had met with other guards before and he had held his ground-something made him scared this time...something shook him harder ”You’re okay, Bellamy, please just look at me-” she lets his hands go and instead cups his face, digging her nails in his skin a little and staring into his eyes with determination now.

“Clarke-”

“Listen to me-you’re okay, nothing happened, we’re fine and we will be fine, alright?” he stares into her with such vulnerability that it just breaks her heart “That guard won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.” Bellamy nods a little “I won’t let him hurt you, do you hear me, Bell?” she repeats “Do you understand?” he nods again still shaking and she smiles a little.

“Take a breath now...deep breaths...just like this, yes, good job! Let’s breathe together for a moment, okay? We can take a minute, we’re not in a rush.” technically that wasn’t true-they were indeed in a rush and when she quickly turned around and found Harper standing at the end of the hallway, looking around impatiently, she knew they had to hurry but Bellamy was her family, he always came first, so she had to help him before she could treat anyone else-otherwise her mind wouldn’t even be where it should be.

“That’s right, you’re doing great.” she assures when his breathing goes back to normal slowly and she pushes his head to her chest, making him lean in a little but desperate to hold him in a tight, short hug, knowing how much he needed it right now.

When he wraps his arm back around her waist-that’s how she knows he’s back to her, that he’s okay now and his lips find her neck, give her a small sweet peck that makes everything in her body on fire-god, the effect he had on her- before whispering “Thank you, princess.”

She pulls away and he tries to brush the tears from his face with the back of his sweater but she cleans them up with her thumbs instead and moves up to kiss his lips quickly, despite knowing that everyone passing by and Harper, most of all, was watching them, but not giving a damn about it.

When she falls back on her heels, her arms wrap around his neck and she looks at him seriously.

“We have a lot to talk about when we go back home.” he nods as he swallows hard and shakes his head, trying to chase away the demons.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” she cuts him off “You just had a full blow panic attack in the middle of Farm station’s hallway.” he bows his head down to the ground as if in shame “No, don’t hide, I don’t want you to be ashamed-” she picks his head by the chin again and gives him a softer look “I just want you to talk to me.”

He leans his head down and rubs his nose against hers, then kisses her cheek and pulls back.

“I promise that I’m fine...it was just...I don’t know what it was, but I’m okay.” she can see him going back to his strong and serious bravado that he tries to emphasize by straightening himself up a little and taking a deeper breath “We should go. Those people there need you.” he insists and Clarke opens her mouth to fight him but he shakes his head and squeezes her hand tightly again.

“It’s okay, Clarke.” he insists but she doesn’t believe him for a second.

Yet, they don’t really have a choice-they do need to move and when Clarke turns around he finds Harper has approached them and was about to urge them to keep going again.

“We really need to-” she says and Clarke nods.

“I know...I know, let’s go.” they start moving again and Bellamy follows as swiftly as he can but when they take another turn, he tells them to stop and insists he’s the one to lead before them in case they meet other guards that may cause them problems which Clarke definitely isn’t happy about but can’t really argue with since she had absolutely no documents or IDs and could end up in a cell in case someone decided to blow this out of proportions.

Let’s also not forget the fact that she was about to give illegal medical help.

When they make it to Tor Lemkin’s place, Harper nods in a particular code way before a girl, no older than maybe ten opens up. She had beautiful long brown hair, pale face and big green eyes and was dressed in what looked like her PJs.

“Harper!” she throws herself in her friend “You brought help.”

“Of course I did, kiddo. I promised, didn’t I?” they all look up and find her dad sprayed on the couch, his leg propped up on a pillow with a very haphazard bandage on the wound under his knee. The whole thing was bad, even Bellamy could tell, considering how blue and bruised his skin on top of being way too swollen and red. Tor glances up at him and despite what is probably the fever raging in his body he recognizes him.

“Bellamy Blake?”

“Hey, Tor.” he greets him when they make it in and Harper introduces Clarke to both Reese and Tor.

Bellamy can remember seeing the man working on Level 1 and sometimes 4 where most of the cooling systems were but he hasn’t talked much to him. Most workers in Factory knew each other by face or where they worked and if not their jackets always denoted that too in case someone need to find a mechanic from another level for help. Bellamy could see Tor’s one now, hanging on the chair by the couch-the wrench patch on his left arm as well as the numbers one and four and a small snowflake patch under them which described everything there was to his job. Bellamy’s one still showed he worked on Level 2 as a mechanic since officially Level 11 was closed after the fire and no one was suppsoed to know something was happening there.

Tor and him exchange a few words while Clarke and Harper get to work on his leg-it turned out he really did get hurt the other day during the engine fixing-his leg got stuck between two big metal patches and they had to basically drag him away to keep him from forever being stuck there which is how he got his wound.

When Clarke unwraps it, she finds it’s oozing yellow and upon touching his forehead and finding it burning and taking his temperature, she’s worried about blood poisoning.

“I’ll clean the wound and dig out all the infected flesh but we’ll need to find some antibiotis or at least...something to prevent a sepsis.” she tells him and Harper, surprisingly then, chimes in.

“We’ll figure out a way.” she tells Clarke and Bellamy cocks an eyebrow “I know a guy who can maybe help.”

“Harper, it’s dangerous.” Tor warns her carefully “I don’t want you risking your life or Monty’s for me.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” Harper rubs her hand over his foreharm while Reese peeks behind the two girls with worry and curiosity “Clarke and Bellamy will help me.” Bellamy wants to snap and tell her not to involve Clarke in this but he knows better than to start a fight here so instead he grips Reese’s shoulder and brings her attention to him.

“How about you and I go outside and play for a bit, kiddo?” he suggests and glances at Clarke telling her that this was also him keeping watch and making sure nobody finds them but also trying to take the kid away from the room knowing that Tor will probably have a hard time keeping his screams while they cleaned the infection.

Reese looks at her dad for approval and he nods.

“Go on dear, Bellamy’s a great story teller, maybe he can tell you something I haven’t yet, right?” Bellamy nods and leans down a little to Reese.

“Have you heard about the myth of Europa and Zeus?” Reese shakes her head “It’s my son’s favorite, maybe you’d like it too, huh?” Reese glances again at her dad and he waves his hand at her, begging her to come closer. When she does, she hugs him tightly and he whispers something in her ear that Bellamy doesn’t catch apart from the words- “you gotta be brave now, little warrior” before letting go of Reese and allowing her to follow Bellamy. Before they leave, though she runs back to her dad, takes off her pink hair pin and puts it in her dad’s big palm. Tor immideately wraps his fingers around it and lets Reese kiss his forehead as she slowly walks back to Bellamy.

“We’ll be at the end of the hallway by the benches and the swings, okay?” he tells Clarke and Harper as he takes the girl outside.

Reese is very smart and headstrong-she’s a badass kid and asks Bellamy lots of questions while he tells her more than one story. She makes him smile and provokes him but in a good way. Half an hour in and she’s already fighting about Europa and how she should’ve kicked Zeus’ butt which makes Bellamy laugh though he agrees with it too.

But when Bellamy’s done telling his stories and suggests Reese go to the swings for a bit, she shakes her head and just rests her back against the metal bench, leaning a little closer into Bellamy.

“Do you think that....do you think that my dad will die?” she asks after a moment which Bellamy spent staring around for every figure that wore a guard uniform and kept glancing at the clock on the other side of the wall, desperate to make out the numbers and knowing they had less than half an hour to leave the station before they had to go back to Factory.

“No, of course not.” Bellamy opposes and Reese gives him a look of disbelief.

“How do you know?”

“Because Clarke’s the best doctor there is.” he promises but the girl still doesn’t seem convinced “I’m the living proof of that, you know?” now that catches the kid’s interest.

“How come?” she asks curiously and crosses her arms over her chest as if preparing for a fight with Bellamy but willing to give him a shot and hear him out.

“I got hurt in the bombings. That’s why I use a crutch.” Reese looks down on him and then back up, her features softer now “I was very sick after, had fever like your dad, they weren’t sure I’ll make it or even walk but...Clarke did it.”

“Really?” Bellamy nods with a small smile himself, wrapping an arm around Reese and tugging her close.

“She brought me back on my feet and she will do the same thing with your dad, I promise you.” Reese sighs and leans a little into his side, a clear sign that she now trusted him but something was still bothering her. “What is it, kiddo?” he asks softly, stroking her head like he did with Gus.

“I just...there’s nothing I can do to help him.” Reese admits finally “I feel useless.” Bellamy’s heart breaks at that and he has to take a minute to squeeze his eyes shut before he takes a deep breath, tightens his grip around Reese’s arm and forces himself to be strong.

“Of course you’re not useless!” Bellamy opposes her feverntly “Your dad doesn’t need you to do things for him, he just needs to know you’re there and you love him.”

“But he can’t walk...and I...I want to give him food and help him sit up but he won’t let me.” Reese protests softly “He wants to do everything himself.”

“That’s because he doesn’t want to burden you, sweetheart.” Bellamy insists feeling like he was having a conversation with Gus years from now right at this moment.

Was his son feeling the same way?

Sure, he was younger and he didn’t understand the extents of his injuries or what it meant for Bellamy to work with his body wrecked like this but it was enough that he saw him in pain.

And his son, despite his young age, always the selfless one, always wanting to help, to give...

Bellamy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him when he got Reese’s age. In fact, he didn’t even want to think about it. It was awful enough now when Gus was so little yet so anxious and worried about everything conscerning his father, so for him to grow up and have a better grip of their reality would make everything all the more harder.

“He thinks he always has to be strong but he doesn’t.” Reese continues, breaking Bellamy out of his thoughts and back to reality “He can be weak...he can let me help.”

“You’re just a child. He doesn’t want you to have to grow up faster than you need to, Reese.”

“Why are you defending him?” she suddenly snaps, angry at his words and behavior, like he wanted to lecture her instead of actually bring her comofrt and Bellamy realizes he may have done just that.

“I’m sorry.” Bellamy raises his hands in defence and lets go of her “I wasn’t trying to make it worse for you, I just wanted you to understand.” Reese keeps glaring at him, though, unhappy about the situation as much as Bellamy was trying to explain himself. “I have a son too and he worries just like you do.”

“So then you get it.”

“Of course I do but I also wanted to give you my perspective of things...because it’s the same as your father’s.” at that Reese’s shoulders sag and she bows her head down, thinking over Bellamy’s words as she fidgets with her fingers, twisting her thumb around between her index and middle ones.”He just loves you too much.”

“I love him too.” Reese admits softly “Ever since mama died it’s just been me and him.” Bellamy swallows hard at the horrible comparison between their family and his-he remembers vaguely that Tor’s wife died a few years after she gave birth to Reese from the flu going around at the station during that time which was pretty awful. He had gotten sick then too but that was before he even met Gina. He remembers his mom being worried about him and forcing him not to go to work so he could get better.

“He’s my hero.” she adds “But he doesn’t know that...he doesn’t have to be one all the time.” Bellamy’s eyes fill with tears at that and he leans closer to Reese.

“Come here, kid” he opens his arms for her and she throws herself in his embrace, letting him give her a warm hug for the first time today. Even though they met barely an hour ago, kids were awesome like that as they were pure and unafraid to meet people and make them their best friends in minutes. Plus Bellamy was warm and kind and he was honest with her, which is what Reese loved the most.

“Do you think we should go back and check on them?” Bellamy suggests and Reese nods after finally pulling away. When Bellamy has a hard time standing up, she grabs his hand and despite her age and size, she actually does manage to help him get stable on his feet.

By the time they come back to their place, though Tor tells them that Clarke’s been called down the hallway by another woman and Bellamy feels his face burn with uncontrolled anger.

This was all so fucking risky-they had barely twenty minutes left before they had to cross back to Factory, if she was going to risk her life like this, he wasn’t sure how many times he could pull out the Level 11 ID card trick and hope it works.

It certainly won’t hold on forever.

He tries to control his breathing and swallow down his pain but the more he stays up, the more the pain in his back increases and when he finds Clarke at the end of the same hallway as Tor’s appartment, she’s fixing a girl’s broken leg and a dislocated shoulder that her mom got after helping fix the Factory engine too.

He calls her out and gestures at the clock above her patient’s bed which makes Clarke grit her teeth and give him a curt nod as she whispered “Five minutes”. He rolls his eyes and closes the door but leaves it ajar as he kept guard. Harper was in there with her, calming down the girl with the broken leg and he rested his back on the metal wall, listening her talk to them, instructing them not to move too much and then daring, actually fucking daring to promise them she’ll be back in a few days to check how they’re healing.

She comes out of there exactly five minutes before curfew and he’s furious with her but he doesn’t show it in any other way than clenching his jaw and gripping his crutch tightly, trying to keep himself from passing out in the middle of the damn hallway when he was out there to protect her.

“Thank you, Clarke.” Harper says when they start walking back to the gates “What you did for them...it’s nothing short of a miracle for those people.” Clarke shook her head clearly unhappy with herself.

“That’s nothing. I need real bandages, moonshine, antiseptic, medicine...antibiotics.” she clenched her jaw and let Bellamy walk before them, keeping an eye on the guards but she didn’t miss how rigid his posture was or his glistening with anger looks he was throwing her way-he was mad and partly, he was right to be mad, she should’ve finished earlier but the mother and the little girl...they needed her.

So many people have heard of the doctor who fought the system and opened up a clinic in Factory-to many she was a savior and Clarke had only realized her popularity amongst those less fortunate today with Harper, Tor and this woman. Her friend had mentioned there were others who have asked for her, some who believed the Factory clinic was still running but that the guards refused them to pass so they wouldn’t be helped, third believed it was secretly operating but only for certain folks and fourth simply begged for her help.

There were many more that needed her. Harper mentioned at least a dozen more cases, most of them severe-broken bones, open wounds or bad cases of the flu going around this time of the year agian.

Bellamy was listening carefully to everything they talked about and every now and then he’d look back and she swore that if they had the time for it, he’d have stopped and started yelling at her for being an idiot about half an hour ago.

He was clearly unhappy about this but she wasn’t the only one who did dumb things-whatever this ID he showed to the guard meant, it couldn’t be good, not if they let him be so easy and she wondered what kind of mess he managed to get himself into.

“Do you think we can see each other again tomorrow or...the day after?” Harper asked once they reached the gates. There were only two guards and they were talking between each other, holding some sort of satchel and inspecting its content-probably something they had confiscated from a poor Farm or Factory person, which didn’t matter to Bellamy as long as it kept their attention away from the three of them.

He’s about to open up his mouth and argue when he sees Clarke’s hands wrap around Harpers and squeeze them tightly.

“Of course.” she states and he feels his heart fall to his feet. Goddammit that stupid self-sacrificial princess of his “Tomorrow.”

“I can come get you after I’m done with work.” Harper says “That way we’ll have more time.”

“No!” Bellamy cuts off coming a little closer to Clarke, stepping before her and facing Harper “This is dangerous! She was almost floated barely a month ago, do you want to sign her death sentence!”

“Bellamy-” Clarke stepped up glancing at him and furrowing her eyebrows “We talked about this! I’m doing it!”

“Only over my death body are you crossing the stations twice a day without proper documents!”

“I can get her another fake ID.” Harper joins in, clearly as stubborn about this as Clarke was and he shoots her another angry glance-what the fuck was wrong with Harper? She was supposed to be on his side. He knew how much he already cared about Clarke and she was willing to risk her life for this?

“It’s too risky-they can catch her.” Clarke takes him by the elbow and squeezes it tight trying to bring his attention to her but he wouldn’t budge-he kept staring at Harper with the angriest of looks but the woman seemed unafected-she was just as stubborn as Clarke was and she only jut her chin up at Bellamy in a quiet way of trying to say “Fuck you!”

“We don’t have time for this now!” Clarke urged when the warning sirens started going off, reminding people that they had two minutes to cross back to their stations “We need to go, Bellamy!” she started pushing him and she must’ve applied a little too much pressure or he was simply that tired that he swayed hard on his feet and when he did he collided right into the arms of one of the two guards that was back by the gates, checking the few passengers that had lined up.

“Hey, watch out, you cripple!” he scoffed at him and Bellamy grit his teeth as Clarke pushed him back and tried to steady him on his feet again. “Come on, line up and give me your IDs” he yelled as he started moving over the right side where the button to open the doors was.

“I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy scoffed and Clarke gripped his elbow tightly. Usually he was good at keeping his cool around the guards, well...most of the time but the events from this night and all the arguing with Harper who was now about to leave as Clarke gave her one last reassuring nod and whispered that “They’ll talk again tomorrow”, was sending him on edge.

Unfortunately the guard heard him talking back and turned around.

“What was that you said?” he asked, stopping a few feet from them but not coming closer-he was trying to treaten them with his angry look and his hand on the gun in his holster.

Clarke felt herself freeze at that and she begged the universe that Bellamy would come back to his senses but when she glanced up, she found him still staring at the guard like he was about ready to use his crutch on him and kick his butt.

Which she knew in normal cirucmstances he could probably do, but not right now and not like this-if they were caught and locked up, they’d end up at the very least punished and Clarke surely floated especially if they looked into the reasons why she was in Farm or the lack of proper legal documents on her.

“I said I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy bit back and Clarke felt a rush of fear run down her spine. The guard walked to them and this time it was her who stood up before Bellamy and raised her hand, trying to remember to sound as Factory station like as she could-she had been practicing the accent for a few weeks now but she knew she hadn’t mastered it perfectly.

“Please forgive my husband, guardsman-” her eyes looked for the name tag on the left of his chest “O’Conner” she gave him the smile of a sincere but worried wife and did her best to appeal sweet and quiet as any Factory girl should be when she had a meeting with a so-called wolf “He’s cranky because he forgot our anniversary and I gave him a speech about it.” the guard pulls back a little but his eyes don’t leave Bellamy who’s as tense as before and still looks like he’s about to tear the guard apart. His hand was now wrapped around Clarke’s wrist, ready to pull her back the moment he felt like she was in immideate danger.

“Is that so, cripple?” Clarke winced at that and felt Bellamy push from behind her, ready to fight again which of course, in turn only made the guard smile smugly. He took another step closer and reached out for Clarke’s chin, picking it up but staring still right ahead in Bellamy’s eyes “Perhaps I can make up for you, give your little Factory slut the time of her life?”

Now that send Bellamy off and he pulled Clarke away and stepped forward ready to use his crutch on the guard, but he was faster, he took it in, tore it off Bellamy’s hands and with one swift move of his hands, pressed it to his knee and used his force to break it in two and toss it away.

Bellamy let go of Clarke’s hand and tried to swing at him with his fist but again, as before, the guard was faster-he punched him in the face and then used his knee to kick him in the stomach. Bellamy swayed violently and almost hit the ground as Clarke screamed and tried to break them. The rest of the people around looked at the scene unfolding before them but they definitely weren’t surprised-it was as if this has happened a thousand times before and they were so numb to the violence and brutality the guards used on them that they simply moved away from the commotion and looked around like scared but impartial to the world animals.

“Please-” Clarke rose one of her hands again as she leaned over to grab Bellamy’s elbow and keep him up with the other “We’re sorry, just let us pass.” Bellamy looked up from under his curls angrily and just as Clarke was pretty sure he was about to provoke the guard, he got called by the other boy who had been passing some of the passengers through while the argument unfolded and O’Conner clenched his jaw unhappy that he was interrupted.

“Hey! I need some help over here! This one’s drunk!” the boy yelled and Clarke noticed he was supporting an elderly man from Factory who looked much worse for wear than her and Bellamy and someone who would definitely give them trouble unless they dealt with him right now.

He had taken out his baton, ready to use it on either one of them but now he gripped it, looked at Clarke and simply sighed angrily.

“Go on, I’ll deal with you some other time.” he gestured at them to pass through without even asking for an ID which Clarke welcomed as a silent blessing right now. It wasn’t too unusual, though-it was clear that those who waited to pass between stations at the last possible minutes were either drunks like the elderly man who came to Farm for cheap alcohol or folks like her and Bellamy probably visiting relatives before coming home for the night. Clarke noticed that he still looked at the insignia on Bellamy’s sleeve, the wrench patch and the Factory section number so he probably decided this, his poor state and both their clothes and outlook left no room for doubt.

She almost laughed at the irony of it all-this entire time, all she’s ever wanted was to leave Alpha, to be something better than what they taught her there, to help others and not just the few selected by the chancellor and she had finally done it-she was dressed in the old dress Aurora got her, had the Factory simple three-strand plaid, no make up of any sort, her shoes were Bellamy’s old ones and she looked so tired she could probably pass out if the guard had so much as simply pushed her back.

She was no longer an Alpha princess.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarkeedit #the100edit #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #ark!au #single!dad bellamy #doctor!clarke #i hope you like this #my writing

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178owintersball · 1 year

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the scene in the 100 season 2 episode 13 “resurrection” when Fox is about to get the bone marrow treatment and bellamy saves her. the way she cries out “Bellamy” and hugs him kills me every time. he really was the 100’s dad😭😭😭

#bellamy #bellamy blake #the 100 #dad bellamy

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izloveshorses · 6 months

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blorbough from my SHOW....

#bellamy blake #the 100 #iz watches t100 #5x05 #loml honey darling my love #look at him and his little dad pose i'm so obsessed

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hisagony · 2 years

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@azgedaspy , @arkadis , @headstrongblake

#' & bellamy blake › study #I'M !!!!!#this is the most accurate #his wife his dad his sister #hello #three mvp's of bell's life #this needed to be documented k #<3 #large image /

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strawberryforks · 3 months

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whatever the hell we want // bellamy blake x reader

summary: reader didn’t care much for living, the eldest blake sibling made it worthwhile, even enjoyable

warnings: angst, suicidal thoughts/ideation, swearing

word count: 1908

a/n: this one is a bit heavy. i was having a bad day so i will apologize for turning the cutesy “how did bellamy and reader meet” request into this emotional abomination (sorry)

you probably should have been excited to be on the ground. it was that or being floated–tossed into a lock sealed door, trapped, and taunted with the faces of whatever loved ones chose to say goodbye (you didn’t have to worry about that, the only family you had, you met in lock up–your bio dad, marcus kane, was awful and on days that ended in ‘y’, you opted to pretend he didn’t exist) before another door would open and you’d be sucked out into space. the little oxygen in your lungs would tear them apart. what had sustained you for so long would then be your downfall. what you needed to breath would kill you.

you’d be so hot, so hot as your blood boiled and so hot as you died, staring out at the stars you loved so much. you were nineteen, the oldest prisoner to be alive and on the arc, but even kane’s powers had their limits. in three days you would be floated. three days until that would be your fate and still.

still.

when you woke up on that dropship you were pissed. it was the first thing you were mad about.

with a forever fuck-it attitude, you unbuckled your seat. floating around with a few others you ignored your best friend when she told you “sit back down, dumbass!” you cracked a grin and then the lights flickered.

while entering the new atmosphere something went wrong—something malfunctioned. maybe the shutes didn’t deploy or maybe you were just lucky but when the screaming started, you didn’t hear it for more than a few seconds because you were flung into one of the metal walls, just above the seats, and your vision spotted before going disappearing completely. sounds dulled, everything dulled. you were probably dying, you smiled because of that

when you landed, you woke up. that was the second thing you were mad about.

you were suspended in the air in some kind of fabric. It wasn’t uncomfortable or anything, not until you attempted to stretch your stiff limbs and found the material twisting. it spat you out on the ground and you made a noise. it bubbled from the back of your throat, expressing your obvious upset, you lifted your hand to touch your cheekbone–it was throbbing and you had the vague memory of your face slamming into the dropship wall. at fucking nineteen, you weren’t supposed to have to deal with any of this. you should’ve been floated a long damn time ago, would’ve like to have been too. you were the oldest prisoner on the ark, only alive because of who your daddy was. the daughter of marcus kane (you hate him as much as the next person) you’d been spared. he tended to get what he wanted.

where you lie, a boy does across from you on another makeshift bed. you lean over him, study him. He has some features you recognize. freckles and long eyelashes. you’re peering over him, observing, when those eyelashes lift and he’s blinking up at you. you scoot backwards not wanting to bang heads (yours was quite tender).

the hand that you have been absentmindedly feeling around your face with, came away with no blood coating, “i’m ocatavia’s brother, bellamy.” bellamy blake, okay. you’d heard of him and despite never meeting him before, the stories octavia had told you, mostly about how he protected her and made life under the floor less horrendous, you decided he was safe.

you glance at him, not all that hesitant. your best friend was a force and if she left you alone, in here, with him, he was trustworthy. your lips are pressed into a tight line. you don’t need to introduce yourself, he already knows. of course he does. you assure yourself he knows because you’re his little sister’s best friend and not because you’re kane’s daughter, the one who killed a man and got away scot free. you had a damn good reason but the ark’s justice system was lacking.

you tell yourself he isn’t judging you, he doesn’t look like he is, but you know you deserve to be judged so it’s a losing battle.

you glance down at your wrist and see it’s bare. the band that transmits your vitals to the ark is missing, and when you look at his wrist, you realise he isn’t wearing one either. “lost in the rough landing?” you ask, with a lilt to your voice.

his shoulders shake as he laughs a little. “something like that.”

you sit back up and climb back into your hammock. this time your hands are both out beside you to stabilise yourself. it’s quiet for a moment, the tent dark enough you know it’s night time. “why’d you take it?” you asked, unable to stop your curiosity.

“the ark hasn’t done anything for us. they sent us down here to die, because we’re expendable. in their eyes we’re just repaying them.”

oh. so your dad probably thinks you’re dead right now. that doesn’t unsettle you as much as it would the average person–actually you don’t mind it at all. let him learn what it means to fail, to lose, in some permanent way. let him face the brunt of the consequences his actions wrought for once. maybe this sentence would be the one to ruin him.

you stare at the pitch of the tent. are we on earth right now? is it safe? did the others survive? what happens now? your mind is flooded with questions.

“you think loudly.” bellamy informs.

“i’ve been out for awhile, huh?” in response, he nodded. “is it okay? is everyone okay?”

“they are. you almost weren’t though. that stunt you pulled? it was a whole different level of dumb.”

it’s peaceful until sunrise when the screaming starts. Guttural moans and groans echo from within the camp. “That’s jasper,” bellamy supplies while you’re rubbing your head, all but pleading with the ache to subside.

then octavia’s bursting through the tent flaps, “i knew i heard voices!” she pulls you outside with her and just… woah. everything is brighter. unlike the monotones on the ark there’s all kinds of colours. blue sky, green tress. they’re so green and so many different shades. light, dark, sage, evergreen. you’ve never seen anything so beautiful, other than your stars. you miss them, and looking up at the sky you can’t see them only clouds–white floating cotton that moves with the wind. you’re on earth and you don’t know if you belong here but in all fairness you didn’t belong on that spaceship either. the only place you thought might be a good fit for you was now miles upon miles away. a good thing, if you asked octavia.

the “whatever the hell we want” movement was one you supported quickly and joined even quicker. bellamy and his buddies at its forefront you figured, why not. you liked to fight, so thats what you did. you threw punches and received them and slaps to the face. It satiated you need to self destruct and would until bellamy or octavia intervened. you didn’t quite care for danger and took as many guard and patrol shifts as you could. you liked carrying a weapon, liked exploring, and hated being cooped up and confined.

you were walking away from the wall, alone this time, with no particular destination in mind. sometimes you brought octavia with you but she was busy talking and flirting (not in that particular order) her brother never liked when she joined in on your adventures so it was probably better that she wasn’t with you.

“not dragging my sister along with you this time?” a familiar voice chided. bellamy blake. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

you shrug your shoulders and continue walking. “not this time, no.”

“hey! come back. where the hell do you think you’re going.”

“i haven’t decided yet. maybe the river. maybe the caves. maybe, it’s none of your business,” you respond dryly, still walking ahead. his hand clamps down on your arm and he stops you from moving further, “what, bellamy? what?” his eyes, alight with fire, something you’ve seen in your best friend once or twice, full of curiosity, and understanding, meet your own. he gazes into your dead ones, takes a look at your blank expression and bends down. a hand grips the backs of your thighs and then he’s picking you up. you’re slung over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and had you not been so emotionally empty you would've been incredibly impressed. “what the hell bellamy? what are you doing?”

“whatever the hell i want, though, that? it doesn’t apply to you anymore, not when you don’t know what you want,”

“i do,” you argue.

“not when what you want isn’t anything good.” he fires back.

and that’s how you met bellamy blake. at first you hated him, hated how he drug you along wherever he went–patrol was nice but he would insist on bringing you everywhere, even on the most pointless errands. to do the most boring things. he made you drag logs to help reinforce the wall and sometimes he didn’t even help. prison warden or friend, who fucking knew?

but bellamy kept you busy. kept you distracted from the brewing storm in your head.

you got used to him. bellamy blake became your new normal and even made you smile a few times, usually when firelight was reflecting off of both of your cheeks as you roasted your dinner. the first time, you sat on a log beside him, your supper sitting inside of the flames, blackening. he went to grab the stick from you–probably guessing you were attempting to light yourself on fire, or that you’d begun to dissociate. you snatch the stick back. “it’s burning,” he warns, voice having a sharp edge.

“sorry if i would rather taste charcoal than two headed, six tailed, mutated squirrel.”

that night he held you. you let him.

close to his chest and away from any and all danger, you slept soundly and dreamlessly for the first time in years. the sleep–it helped with your mood, too.

bellamy held you again. he always liked to hold you—to have a hand in yours or resting on your shoulder. this time, the touch wasn’t comforting, to assure himself that you were real and not going anywhere. this time that physical touch was the only reason you weren’t going anywhere. his grip was tighter, thank god.

the grounders were coming an the only way to stop them or at least to slow them down was to blow up the bridge. you needed to place the bomb but everyone was terrified to let you go, bellamy especially. you did what you had to, sneaking away and setting it. you were scared–you didn’t know when it happened, when you started wanting to live, but it was a soul-deep change that you knew had something to do with the blake siblings. specifically bellamy, who’s companionship you hadn’t wanted but needed more than anything.

you placed the bomb on the bridge and detonated it, running as fast as you could as the moss covered stone crumbled behind you. the structural integrity was giving away and you were so close tot he edge but… you started to fall. you closed your eyes, pressed them shut as tightly as you could and then that hand was there.

bellamy’s. closed around your wrist and holding on for all he was worth. your heart beat so hard in your chest you had to look down to make sure you hadn’t been speared by a grounder, and that it wasn’t leaking out.

you loved him and you were so thankful he never listened to you. when you said you didn’t need him, when earlier, you shouted at him and told him not to follow you–it was a weak distraction but now, he pulled you back onto solid ground and wrapped you in his arms and you had no regrets. none at all. well… you had one, but it was easily rectified.

it was a struggle, pushing him away at the shoulders, holding him at arms length and seeing the worry on his face all over again. it was a struggle but when you stopped regretting things and dove back in, moulding your lips together in a passionate kiss, everything was better. bell’s hand palmed your cheek and pulled you impossibly closer as yours moved through his hair.

#the 100 #bellamy blake #octavia blake #marcus kane #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x you #bellamy blake x y/n

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honestlydarkprincess · 2 months

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writing patterns

tagged by @jeeyuns, @devirnis, @exhuastedpigeon mwah

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

we made it (knew that we would be alright) - buckley siblings, rated G “Not that I’m not happy to have lunch with you, Mads, but it was kind out of the blue, everything okay?” Buck asked, putting his drink down after taking a sip. They were waiting for their food at this cute little diner that they loved to come to together and Maddie had been nervously fidgeting for ten minutes now. Buck couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask.

send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you) - buddie, rated T “Why are we here, Natalia?” Buck grumbled, looking miserable as he took a big sip of his beer. He picked at the plate of fries that sat on the table between them, shoving one of them in his mouth with a sigh. “We could have just stayed in.”

whatever shall we do - buddie, rated T Buck was immediately suspicious when Eddie sat down across from him at the table in the loft and gave him a wide smile. “What do you want?”

race to the sun (rest when it's over) - buddie, rated E Buck knew that he shouldn’t taunt Eddie while they were fucking. Really, he did. But it just got Eddie so riled up when Buck was a brat that he couldn’t help himself.

i could be the one to make you fall (again and again) - bellarke, rated E Normally, hanging out with the Blake siblings would be a very good night for Clarke. It was her preferred way of spending an evening to be honest. She loved spending time with her best friend and her best friend’s older brother— who also happened to be her crush. Falling for her best friend’s brother was not something Clarke had intended to do and it was times like these that reminded Clarke of just why it was a bad idea.

new sensations, sweet temptations - thiam, rated E When Liam’s mom Jenna started dating his classmate Theo’s adoptive dad David, Liam hadn’t thought all that much about it. His mom hadn’t really dated since his father had died when he was a baby, so he hadn’t thought this would stick. He had been friendly enough when she had brought David home, even played nice with his son Theo. They didn’t get along all that well at school but there were never any problems. Not in high-school and not when they ended up at the same college. Not until Theo became a more concrete part of his life.

all in - hangster, rated E If you had told Rooster a week ago that he would be stumbling into his base housing with Hangman, making out against every surface Rooster could push him into, he would have called you a liar. As it was, he still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, even though Hangman’s tongue was currently in his mouth.

in the middle - buddie/natalia, rated E Eddie jogged up to Buck’s apartment, whistling absentmindedly as he played with his keys. They were planning to go out to a bar tonight for a couple of drinks and then come back to Buck’s for a movie. Eddie would admit that he didn’t really want to go out tonight, would much rather stay in and get all of Buck’s attention on him. But Buck was really excited to try this new bar and Eddie couldn’t say no to him.

help me to help myself - bellarke, rated E Agreeing to live with Bellamy was not, objectively, one of Clarke’s better ideas. Crushing on her college roommate’s older brother turned best friend? An even worse idea. They had been best friends for years now and the pining was getting a bit ridiculous.

make me crawl, make me beg, make me bleed - hannigram, rated E Hannibal let out a gasp as he was pressed against the filthy brick wall of the alleyway outside the night club. He could feel the beat of the music pulsing along the wall. The guy he had picked up took his gasp as one of pleasure, grinning in a way that he probably thought was seductive. But to Hannibal, it was sleazy. Ugly. Beneath him. Yet, this is the guy Will had chosen and since it was Will’s birthday, Hannibal had left the choice of mark up to Will.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @usersiren, @morganofthefairies, @swiftietartt, @princessfbi, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @giddyupbuck, @father-salmon, @underwater-ninja-13, @hoodie-buck, @spagheddiediaz, @malewifediaz, @eddiiediaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spotsandsocks, @hippolotamus, @wikiangela, @theotherbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @fortheloveofbuddie, @buck-coded, @daffi-990, @911onabc, @arthursdent, @disasterbuckdiaz, and @maygrantgf

#the pattern is that im a chatty bitch #jess.writes #my writing #my fics #buddie #bellarke #thiam #hannigram #hangster #buckley siblings #tag games

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motelofmermaids · 5 months

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❥ this page is an archive of all of my works.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair makes sure to take his time

the first taste

the same finnick you’ve always known

finnick odair who loves when you beg

finnick is sometimes too in love

finnick reminds you how much he loves you

finnick needed proof of your capitol scheme

finnick as a dad (son)

finnick as a dad (daughter)

finnick discovers the deal you made with snow

morning sex with finnick

finnick odair who loves watching you a lil’ too much

riding finnick for the first time

finnick loves how shy you are

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

bellamy blake getting to know the real you

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬

flirting with keegan russ while on a mission

keegan russ fucks you when he’s jealous

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

nothing available, yet

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

nothing available, yet

𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰

nothing available, yet

#kelly’s introduction!#꧁ kel’s guidelines #❥ navigation #♱ MASTERLIST ♱

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notelcol · 24 days

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In The Haze 🌪️

A classic Bellamy Blake x Kane!reader acid fog story….with a head cannon included as a twist ✨

TW- cannon divergence, mentions of assault/manipulation, gore?

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The silence of the hunting group made the trees seem louder, each gust of wind causing heads to whip around. Your feet no longer crunched on the forest floor like they had when you first arrived to the ground mere weeks ago. You looked to your ‘leader’, seriously doubting his decision to leave the safety of camp with all the current looming threats from the grounders. When you saw his determined expression, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was the only one of the group who didn’t look afraid, and that made him a fool.

“Over there!” Sterling whisper-shouted, pointing to a deer in the distance. Bellamy nodded and as usual, took the lead and aimed his knife. You decided to take in the scenery instead of watching another of his power plays. That was when you saw it. A murder of at least one hundred crows, frantically fleeing across the sky. You didn’t want to know what they were so afraid of. Unfortunately, on the ground it’s not possible to close your eyes to the dangers.

“ACID FOGGG!!!” Munroe yelled. Your eyes widened as you watched the group run off in different directions. You didn’t know which way the nearest shelter was and found yourself spinning in circles. The fog moved closer, faster than you could think. Until a hand grabbed yours.

“Come on!” Bellamy’s gruff voice ushered you away from green cloud. The two of you ran, hand in hand, faster than you ever had before. The forest became a muddy green blur around you.

“There’s a cave by those rocks up there.” He called over his shoulder. You focused your eyes on the shining wet rocks, trying not to think of the encroaching fog. You felt a tug on your neck as you brushed past a tree, on instinct you looked back.

When you saw what had happened, you dropped your hand from Bellamy’s and started to run back. You would rather die in the fog than lose this necklace.

You ignored Bellamy’s calls and moved faster towards the fog, heart almost stopping when you saw it about to make contact your most precious possession. You desperately lunged your hand forward, praying that you’d reach it before the fog did. You could almost feel the chain when you were harshly pulled away. Your hope shattered as you watched the fog engulf your necklace. You still fought Bellamy’s grip for a moment, unable to accept it. You fought until the burning agony of reality seared itself into the arm still stretched out in lost hope.

Finally, you gave in and allowed Bellamy to drag you out of the fog that had begun to swallow you whole.

“What the hell was that?!” He spat as he pushed you into the cave. “You nearly got us both killed over a necklace!” He rubbed his temped as he spoke. “It’s metal! The fog isn’t gunna damage it.” He began to lecture.

“It’s not just a necklace!” You growled, jaw clenching in the pain of your burnt arm. “There was a lock of my mothers hair in there. The fog just turned the last piece of her to dust.” Your voice cracked. For the first time, you noticed Bellamy Blake looking at you as something other than one of the privileged. Running a hand through his curled hair, he sighed.

“I have water in my bag. Let me help you.” Gesturing to your now weeping arm.

Sweat rolled down your back as he peeled off the remnants of your sleeve. You watched his brows furrow in concern at every shudder and wince.

“Why are you helping me?” You asked weakly. “I thought you’d say I deserve this, since my dad floated your mom and all.” You stared at the dripping cave roof.

“I think I’m learning to accept that you can’t judge someone by the sins of their father.” He spoke sadly. You flicked your gaze back to him, watching him curiously. He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes.

“I found out something recently.” His breath hitched and his hands faltered as they worked on your arm. “Commander Shumway is my father.” He released a breath, one that felt as though it was the first since he found out. “She met him just after he became a cadet. He caught her stealing medicine for her father. Told her he would let her off, if she did him a ‘favour’. Nine months later, there I was. But he didn’t care. Instead he held everything against her and once Octavia was born…well he had the ultimate leverage then didn’t he? Then all these years later he tells me the truth, but for his own ends!” You barely felt him tip the water on your arm, as you were listening intently to his tale. “He tells me that he got Octavia into the dropship. He told me if I killed the chancellor, he could use the chaos to get me on the ship with her. I fell for it like a fool.” He wrapped your arm in some torn cloth as he continued. “As soon as I was on the ship, he ratted me out.” Bitterness etched upon his face. “So yeah, I can understand not wanting to make the same mistakes as your shitty father.” His mask returned in an instant with his signature smirk, as he dropped your now cleaned and wrapped arm.

“Thanks.” You gestured to your arm. “For the record, you might be an egotistical dick sometimes, but you’re good. You aren’t like him.” You sent Bellamy a small smile, which he returned while bringing his eyes to meet yours once more.

“You too Kane.” He spoke softly before leaning back against the cave wall and closing his eyes.

“We should rest until the fog clears. We still have to hunt.” His voice had retreated to its usual tone. As you leaned your head against the rocky cave wall you realised that somewhere in the haze, you and Bellamy Blake had seen each other for the first time. Even if just for a second.

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relatable-trxsh · 2 years

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What We Came Here To Do

Chapter One: Pilot Pt.1

Summary: Y/N Kane was a mechanic apprentice that worked under Jake Griffin and Sinclare until Jake gets floated and you get locked up for treason. Now you are part of the 100 getting sent to earth. Of course you miss your best friend Wick but is stopping your dad Marcus Kane from coming down to earth worth losing Wick forever, the hot (totally not a guard) Bellamy Blake thinks so, so you just might follow him.

Warning: Cursing, violence, sex (Eventually), Slow Burn!!!

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader(eventually), Wick x best friend reader, Raven x best friend reader

A/N: Thanks so much for giving this a read, sorry the summary sucks ass but I promise this will be worth the read. I've been working on this for months and I keep rewriting it until finally, I decided to just post it I don't know how many chapters this will be but I'm planning on doing the whole show so bare with me. Hope you enjoy!!

Pt.2 pt.3

You lay upside down on your bed looking up through the skylight in your cell drumming lightly on your stomach. You jump a little hearing your cell door open but don’t move from your position.

“If it’s not Wick then I don’t want to talk.” You say blandly expecting the guards to be bringing your father into the room.

“Prisoner 224 please stand.” You flip over so you are sitting upright, crossing your legs.

“Why what’s going on?” Jason stood in the doorway, he was a guard you knew all too well. Jason was the main guard that arrested you.

“Kane you need to get up, I’m not going to ask you again.”

You sit back on your bed and cross your arms

“Then you’re gonna have to make me because I’m not going anywhere.” He sighs a little and gets out some kind of metal cuff while looking back at the other guards who put their hands on their weapons. They were smart to send more than one guard, you were notorious for putting up fights. Jason walks forward and reaches for you. You waste no time uncrossing your legs and kicking him straight in the balls. He hunches over groaning. The other two guards reach for you, you fight back one but the other gets you with his taser stick making you seize.

Jason stands and puts the cuff on you before you have a chance to recover. He and One of the other guards grab your arms and drag you out.

It took a second for you to recover but once you had control over your limbs again you immediately start kicking and thrashing against them. You had no clue where they were taking you but you knew it couldn’t be good, guards don’t just show up to your cell randomly.

“Where are you taking me! Let me go!” You scream trying to rip your arms from them but they only tightened their grip.

You saw your dad, he could give you answers. You have a rough relationship with him but you’re hoping he will help you.

“DAD!! Dad, please help me. what’s going on!?” You could see the pain and regret in his eyes as the guards struggled to get you to walk.

“Sedate her Abby.” Your heart dropped at his words.

“Marcus are you sure?”

“I said sedate her.” She nods and Jason gives her access to your arm.

“No no no please Abby please just tell me what’s going on” you cried.

“Sh it’s okay Y/N, you’re going to earth.” She sticks you with the needle and immediately you start to feel drowsy. Kane steps forward.

“Give her to me, I'll carry her to the dropship.” Kane picks you up bridal style and begins walking. “I’m sorry it had to be this was Y/N. I hope you know that I will always love you.” You try to speak but you could barely keep your eyes open, it wasn’t long till you were knocked out cold.

You jump awake trying to stand but you were strapped to a seat, looking around and see that you are in a drop-ship surrounded by the delinquents you’ve become friends with within the time you’ve been a prisoner.

“Monty, Jasper what’s going on?” Monty looks at you with a bright smile.

“Well, would you look at that, sleeping beauty is finally awake. We’re on a dropship going to Earth. Did no one tell you?” You scoff.

“Yeah after I got tased, yanked out of my cell, and drugged.” Monty and Jasper look at each other before laughing.

“Yeah you’re missing a key detail, the entire Ark probably heard the fight you put up.” You did a little bow in your seat.

“What can I say I needed to go out in true Y/N fashion.” Monty goes to say something but the ship suddenly jolts and alarms start to go off.

“What’s going on?!” You try to speak over the other delinquents and the blaring alarms.

“I think we just entered the atmosphere!” Monty yells back. It doesn’t take long for the ship to hit the ground. You look around and everyone freezes. “Listen, there’s no machine hun.”

“Woah, that’s a first,” Jasper half chuckles.

“I don’t think that’s a good thing Jasp,” You say hesitantly. Everyone starts to unbuckle themselves and go towards the door of the dropship.

“No. We can’t just open the doors” You look up hearing a familiar voice. Clarke. You didn’t know her very well but you knew her father Jake Griffin. Back on the ark, you saw him a lot while you were training under Sinclair to become an engineer, that’s also where you met your best friend Kyle Wick and where you were first introduced to Monty. You shook your head pushing Wick out of your thoughts. Not the time to think about him y/n.

“Hey, just back it up, guys.” Your head turns to another voice, one you didn’t recognize.

“Stop. The air could be toxic.” You roll your eyes a little.

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead, anyway.” You step forward so you were in the view of both of them.

“He has a point, no reason for us to be locked in this metal coffin. I’d rather die out there than in here.” He smirks a little and Clarke shakes her head.

“Bellamy?” You had heard that voice before. Octavia Blake. You didn’t know her well, you had talked to her a few times in lockup.

“My God, look how big you are.” You step back a little not wanting to ruin the moment and look at Monty.

“Do you think we can get this backup and running?” He furs his brows.

“It’s not gonna be easy, I highly doubt they left us with the tools we’re gonna need.” You sigh before your head whips over to see the ship door opening and Octavia walking out. She takes in a deep breath stepping into the grass before raising her arms in the air.

“We’re back, bitches!” You laugh and run out with everyone, stopping as soon as your feet hit the ground. You look around in awe, bending down and running your fingertips over the grass. You stand back up and look at the dropship.

“Okay let’s see what’s going on with you.” You wipe your hands on your pants before climbing up the side of the ship. You look around the roof seeing missing panels and fried wires. “Well son of a bitch”

“Communication to the arch is impossible.” You jump a little almost falling but a hand catches your elbow.

“Maybe don’t sneak up on people when they are standing on a roof.” You look over at Finn who had caught your arm and then over to Wells who had been the one that scared you. You knew Finn, the infamous Spacewalker. Wells you also knew and he drove you absolutely insane. You sigh and rub your face.

“Thanks, Finn.” You look over at Wells “Gee great observation,” Wells puts his hands up in defense before going back down the side of the ship. You turn and look at Finn. “What do you think they’re gonna tell them?” He looks up at the sky and sighs.

“I have no clue. If we can’t talk to them maybe they’ll tell them we got some crazy virus and died.” You rub your face.

“We didn’t even get to say bye.” You took a deep breath and look around. “At least it’s beautiful here.” He nods and gives your arm a gentle reassuring squeeze.

“It’ll all work out one way or another.” You hun and look down at your wrists

“This thing is fucking uncomfortable.” Finn reaches over and grabs a small metal bar that got knocked off in the landing.

“Let’s try and get them off then.”

“If you stab me I will push you off this drop-ship” you tease.

“Oh ye have little faith.” You snort and playfully push his face. Finn takes the metal trying to get the bracelet off but ends up scratching the cuff.

“Here let me try” he hands you the metal and you end up doing the same amount of damage Finn did.

“What are you gonna do now, Wells?” You look over to the side of the ship and then back at Finn with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on. Come on.” Finn rolls his eyes at Murphy’s Taunting.

“Can’t they just leave the dude alone?” You snort.

“He deserves it if you ask me.” Finn gives you a pointed look and rolls his eyes. Finn goes forward jumping down from the roof in between Murphy and Wells.

“Kid’s got one leg. How about you wait until it’s a fair fight?” Murphy rolls his eyes.

“Yeah whatever” Octavia walks up to Finn with a flirty smile.

“Hey Spacewalker, rescue me next” you clap your hands over your mouth to stop you from laughing. You take a moment to stretch before jumping down.

“We’re you trying to take this off?” You look over at Finn and Clarke.

“I tried taking it off of him, they make my arm sweaty.”

“This wristband transmits your vital signs to The Ark. Take it off, and they’ll think you’re dead.”

“and why Should we care?” You say crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well, I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won’t if they think we’re dying.”

“All the more reason to get these bracelets off. Let Kane think I’m dead because he’s already dead to me.” She shakes her head and Finn steps in.

“So when are we leaving.” Clarke turns her attention to him.

“Now.” Monty looks over at you.

“Are you coming with us Y/N?” You nod your head and stand next to Monty and Jasper. You were in for a long journey but you were on earth so it didn’t matter to you. Nothing else mattered to you.

#bellamy x reader #the 100 bellamy #bellamy blake #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 #the 100 clarke #raven reyes #octavia blake #the100edit #bellarke #bellamy blake smut #john murphy #the 100 au #the 100 imagines #the 100 finn #the 100 imagine

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ophiespeaks · 4 months

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MY DRS!!!

Masterlist <3

(For inspiration, ideas, or just to get to know me!!! This is in no particular order btw, just the way they’re ordered in my Lifa App.)

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*Side note, I have a “waiting room” dr too. It’s basically just a big movie theater but all the theater rooms are my different drs. But I’ve elected to not make a full section for it.*

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Dr Name: Hogwarts, 1991.

Universe/Basis: Harry Potter

Synopsis: Non-Canonical HP dr where I get to experience the magical world completely and fully with my favorite characters. There’s no war, no plot, and things have been changed to make it more desirable for me. IE: No Death Eaters/Voldemort, no one dies, etc. It’s basically just a boarding school dr with magic lol. It was my main dr for a long time and has a LOT of little things scripted in. Honestly, I’m still so in love with it and if I ever did permashift, it would probably be here.

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Dr Name: Chosen One

Universe/Basis: Harry Potter

Synopsis: Canon-Adjacent dr where basically I’m Harry. Obviously he doesn’t exist in this dr because I’m obsessed with being the main character (/hj). Things have been scripted to not be so traumatizing and awful all the time, but will loosely follow a sort of plot to let me be the chosen one in a prophecy and basically the center of attention. There’s stakes and I don’t expect to shift here for long intervals because it seems stressful, but I’m shifting to third year with a pre-written backstory for the first two years. Again, not fully canon- certain characters don’t die and the war isn’t killing innocents etc. I just like attention.

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Dr Name: Lost

Universe/Basis: ABC’s Lost TV Series (2004)

Synopsis: Canon-Adjacent to the Lost TV series, without the um…trauma. Also people don’t die. It’s basically Survivor meets Real Housewives. I live for the drama tbh. Basically the plane crash leaves me stranded with strangers and I get to meet the characters. I don’t have a s/o but I’m looking to be an adoptive daughter figure to Sawyer because emotionally unavailable selfish assholes seem to be my father-figure go to for some reason.

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Dr Name: The 100

Universe/Basis: CW’s The 100

Synopsis: Heavily scripted but honestly it’s almost-canon to the events of seasons 1 and 2 of the 100, obviously not so traumatizing though. I’m basically using this as a teenage-run society dr or maybe like a huge camping trip dr lmao. None of the 100 die like in canon, and also because I have main character syndrome Clarke and therefore also Wells aren’t part of the original delinquent mission. My s/o is gonna be Bellamy Blake, and I have a few close friends in the 100/eventually the grounders. There’s a lot of drama lmao. Also, my dad is Markus Kane and my (adoptive) brother is Murphy and my whole backstory is so convoluted it needed rewritten multiple times to even be coherent lmao.

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Dr Name: Fame (Adult)

Universe/Basis: Better CR

Synopsis: Modern-set dr where I’m a famous actress/musician in my early twenties. I own a makeup/skincare company, as well as a non-profit community oriented foundation to teach kids the arts (acting, music, performance, dance, drawing, painting, etc.) but also hosting events and drives to give back to local communities. As for my professional career, I’m a part of some of my favorite movies/shows in my cr, as well as some movie ideas I had myself and made into a franchise in my DR. I’m basically the biggest IT girl and I’m like if Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, and Margot Robbie were a single person. Some of my films/shows, to name a few, are The VVitch, A Star Is Born, The Summer I Turned Pretty, and Barbie.

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Dr Name: Fame (Teen)

Universe/Basis: Better CR

Synopsis: An early 2010s dr, I’m a young teen actress and get to star in some of my favorite shows and movies from that time period, as well as some adaptations I thought up myself. My dad is Matthew Grey Gubler because he seems like he’d be such a cool dad, so I’m technically a Nepo baby. I play Dustin’s twin sister in Stranger Things, I play Annabeth Chase in an adaptation of PJO, I play Prim in The Hunger Games, I’m Coraline in a live action adapatation, and a few other roles that I have planned.

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Dr Name: Assemble

Universe/Basis: MCU - Young Avengers

Synopsis: I’m Tony Stark’s daughter, all the OGs don’t die, and I’m in charge of the Young Avengers. I’ve adapted some comic book characters into new heroes, as well as adding known characters like Spider-man, America Chavez, Yelena (younger in my dr), Kate Bishop, etc. It’s basically like fanfic Avengers lmao. We all live in the compound in upstate New York, and sometimes other “characters” pop in to give us training lessons and stuff such as Stephen Strange or Wong, T’Challa, Bucky, Loki, etc. It seems so fun to just have a compound full of super powered/super-capable teenagers tbh. A nightmare for my dad tho.

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Dr Name: The Olympian

Universe/Basis: MCU

Synopsis: A more canon-reliant take on an MCU dr, where I join the original Avengers back in 2011. I’m basically a greek demigoddess capable of minor feats of magic, but through being a hero I’m eventually granted full godhood (like Hercules/Heracles in the myths) for my efforts. Fighting villains and hearing the hero drama seems so interesting. Honestly, I’ll probably be less involved in this dr than my Assemble dr, but this one’s still cool if only for my backstory here alone lol.

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Dr Name: The Games

Universe/Basis: The Hunger Games

Synopsis: Basically not canon at all lmao. I don’t want to kill anyone, that’s insane. Basically, the districts still exist (though people aren’t starving or anything) and “The Games” are basically just a big game show held in the Capitol and the winner gets money, fame, etc. This dr is loosely based off of the prequel, the ballad of songbirds and snakes, so there’s *technically* Coriolanus Snow as my love interest/mentor, but his character is so different that it’s basically not even him- I just find Tom Blythe attractive is all. Also Sejanus Plinth is my bbygirl he deserved so much better.

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Dr Name: Camp Halfblood

Universe/Basis: PJO

Synopsis: Non-Canon pjo dr. I’m a child of Zeus (I need to be the main character so bad ig. Also, I need to have an absent/terrible biological father apparently?? minus tony tho 🫶) and I’m the only one in the Zeus Cabin. There’s no quests and we’re genuinely just trained over the summer and allowed to either stay or go to school for the rest of the year. It’s basically a summer camp dr but with a little magic and stuff here and there. Percy, Grover, Annabeth, etc. are all my age and eventually Percy will be my s/o because clueless boys of unimaginable power are just so babygirl to me i guess.

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Dr Name: Bridgerton

Universe/Basis: Netflix’s Bridgerton TV series

Synopsis: Mostly canon, with a few more added families and such. My own background is also a royalty dr- I’m the princess of Norway undercover as the distant relative of Lady Danbury, and I’ve got a few completely made-up love interests because no one in the show is really in my age range??? I mean some are close, like Colin, but he’s in love with Penelope so idk. I just want fancy dresses and huge parties and high society drama tbh.

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Dr Name: The Walking Dead

Universe/Basis: AMC’s The Walking Dead TV series

Synopsis: HEAVILY SCRIPTED!!! I don’t want my people to die obviously. Zombies/walkers can’t actually hurt us and everyone smells good oof. No cannibals bc ew, it’s basically a found family dr with zombies. I/we won’t have to kill people!!! Both Daryl and Rick are sort of father figures to me, and my love interests include a few people such as Carl, Enid, Ron, and Kelly (I love Kelly sm) and the later seasons are changed to be better to live in and everything’s not constantly falling apart. Also, basically scripting out all of the Negan drama and most stuff after it, because absolutely not.

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Dr Name: BrBa

Universe/Basis: AMC’s Breaking Bad TV series

Synopsis: LISTEN!!! I just think it would be fun to fuck around in this dr tbh. I’m a high-end dealer (drugs don’t kill people and don’t have a bad effect on people either) and I just want to go to lavish parties and commit high end crimes. I think Walter White is funny as hell unintentionally and Jesse Pinkman seems like the coolest person to just hang out with (at least in the first few seasons of the show.) Obviously, it’s not even remotely canon and doesn’t follow the actual plot. I also won’t spent too much time here. Like I said, it’s just to mess around in. It’s absolutely not serious nor is it a place i’d want to be for long.

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Dr Name: Narnia

Universe/Basis: The Chronicles of Narnia (films)

Synopsis: Golden Age Narnia? Ruling a magical country, marrying my best friend (Peter), leading people, being highly respected by my court? The whole thing sounds like a fairytale. It’s basically a royalty dr but with magic. Medieval times but, as with all my non-modern drs, I script modern amenities because if I don’t have toilet paper and indoor plumbing I’m gonna scream and cry. I also love the canon Pevensie siblings and their personalities I want to meet them all so bad. Also, Peter Pevensie was my first crush ever, as an fyi.

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Dr Name: LIS

Universe/Basis: Netflix’ Lost In Space reboot

Synopsis: Canon/mostly canon with fun additions and workarounds. Adoptive/found family dynamics. I get to be a super cool badass with yet another adoptive father figure while exploring alien planets and getting to be besties with penny robinson (i’m forever a penny defender- i love forgotten, “unwanted” middle child archetypes) and getting to meet a literal 7 foot tall alien robot is gonna be SO cool are you kidding me???

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Dr Name: Stardew Valley

Universe/Basis: Stardew Valley (video game)

Synopsis: CUTE FARMING DR!!! There’s twelve canonical love interests but i’m considering adding a few more options/people in general for funsies. Basically I want to have my little farm and my little animals and run around town and meet people and go to the beach and it’s gonna be so fun i’m so excited for it. I’ve actually considered it for my “waiting room” sort of place, because only the valley itself and like three other places even really exist in canon soooo but idk. (also considering scripting johnnie guilbert as sebastian bc 🤭🤭🤭)

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Dr Name: Gravity Falls

Universe/Basis: Gravity Falls

Synopsis: Teenage dr, not canon reliant but with weird occurrences and mysteries going on all around. The twins and their friends are older but most of the other characters stay the same age. Instead of having a complicated backstory I straight up just tell Stan I shifted and he’s unbothered because he literally watched his brother get sucked into a portal and fist-fought a pterodactyl so not much can phase him anymore ig.

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Dr Name: Summer Ship

Universe/Basis: Better Cr

Synopsis: Um this one’s completely made up by me, hi. Basically me and some of my dr friends are working on a private yacht for the summer. We only work like four hours a day, get paid WAY too much tbh, and then spend the weekends/after work hours getting to live on this huge ass rich people yacht that we’re allowed to go crazy on. It’s sailing the mediterranean so it doubles as a travel dr, where I get to see places like Greece, Rome, Venice, etc. when we dock and go inland. I’m so unbelievably stoked about this one tbh.

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Dr Name: Smosh

Universe/Basis: Better Cr

Synopsis: This one’s kinda embarrassing ngl 💀 so basically, the Youtube channel Smosh is this whole big brand that’s like an office completely oriented on making fun videos, sketch comedy, playing board games, etc. and it looks SO fun to work there. Some of the people in videos/crew behind the scenes seem like genuinely nice people so basically it’s a better cr dr where I just work there too, and I’m a little older lol. Like obviously it’s a job like anywhere else, but a lot of the time their job is fart jokes and playing games.

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Dr Name: Sword AF

Universe/Basis: Smosh - DnD Campaign

Synopsis: If I thought the last one was embarrassing, this takes the cake lmao. So, Smosh runs a dnd campaign where four of them play characters and then the dm plays a bunch of npcs. I’ve scripted myself as a fantasy character to explore the dr world based off of the dnd campaign’s world. Interacting with real people who are the characters my friends play in a different dr lmao. But an ancient giant wooden robot, a blue goblin, a gay elf, and a horny older halfling lady are MY comfort characters, okay! It’s a dnd dr, based off of the Sword AF campaign.

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Dr Name: A:TLA

Universe/Basis: Nickelodeon’s Avatar Cartoon

Synopsis: guys i LOVE avatar omg. uncle iroh singing little soldier boy can make me cry on command to this day. In this dr, I’m a fire bender runaway living in Omashu. I also scripted different fire nation “countries,” like how the earth kingdom has sort of different governments set-up throughout or how the water tribes have the two separate tribes on either pole. I’m from an island tribe and because I like attention, I’m a princess in that kingdom. This dr is mostly canon??? It was a cartoon so not too much traumatizing stuff happened anyways, but there are certainly some…questionable moments.

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Honorable Mentions

(drs that i *technically* have, but have put little to no thought into the actual context of and i currently have no desire to actively shift to, just future possibilities)

-“Dog Days,” a Diary of a Wimpy Kid dr (i am down BAD for rodrick heffley)

-BAU/criminal minds dr (i have no idea how i’d POSSIBLY script this to not be traumatic so for now it’s not even really a dr, just a place i may want to go???)

-“Safety” dr (without too much detail, I’m a kid again and live in a valley home with my favorite people, with neighbor kids and the whole place is filled with flowers and it’s always summer. basically just a stress-free dreamland.)

-Sam and Colby dr. (ghost hunting but i’m a medium + getting up to some utter tomfoolery in a youtuber house)

-Daybreak dr based off of the netflix show (societies run by teenagers AND zombie survival found family drs seem to be a favorite of mine, and this is both)

-“Hawkins” dr, basically stranger things without any strange things (no way am i facing a demogorgan head on, let ALONE vecna or the mind flayer are you KIDDING???)

-The Walking Dead (game), (I love Clementine so much) (I honestly might just script twdg characters into my main twd dr so I don’t have to have multiple, idk yet)

-“Royal University,” yet another royalty dr bc i’m self obsessed ig, (made up royalty heirs in a college dr)

-Hogwarts, 1971 (undecided/not scripted marauders era dr. obsessed with andrew garfield as remus lupin.)

-Hogwarts, 2011 (undecided dr of the golden-trio era’s kids from the series epilogue/*minor* elements of cursed child, teddy lupin gets to live with his parents bc i WILL start crying)

-Youtuber Dr, (Making horror content/horror-themed video essays, will be in the same sort of circle as Wendigoon, the Lore Lodge, Loey Lane, Nexpo, etc.)

-Various short-term drs to figure out what happened at certain instances in my cr. I kind of think of them as “fly on the wall” drs just for me to be in a location to fully understand what happened there. Mainly, cold cases/unexplained events. (Jonbenet Ramsey, mothman bridge incident, phoenix lights, dyatlov pass, and several missing 411 cases mostly.)

-Cool History dr, where I can go see cool historical moments for myself from my cr. such as the building of the pyramids, the library of alexandria, the “resurrection of jesus” (since he was a real person), woodstock, stonewall, etc.

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I am always accepting more dr ideas, tbh. Any piece of media I consume is free real estate for a dr if we’re being so fr.

#ophie speaks #shut up ophie #desired reality #reality shifting #shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shifttok #dr scripting #dr ideas #shifting ideas #script ideas #shifting dr #desired reality ideas

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These two taking care of ✨everything✨

#the 100 #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #abby griffin #raven reyes #our fearless leaders #4x01 #the100edit #t100kt #TOGETHER #they've been back 4.5 minutes and are already pulled in three directions #i love eps like this where these two are just doing their thing #mom + dad

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bellamyblake · 6 months

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Part 39 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I unfortunately can't tag everyone as some new Tumblr rule forbids me to do so! Sorry!)

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth):

Aurora notices it when they’re in the mess hall where the queues are shorter and more desks worked.

“Sit down, come on-” she urges him to one of the metal benches near the big tables. His breathing is uneven and his face is white as if he’s about to pass out any moment now, but it looks like his cough isn’t the problem this time but rather the pain in his leg.

“Rest while I get this, alright?” he tries to sit up and protest but she pushes his back against the table and says something that he can’t make out because his ears are ringing.

The pain is suddenly overwhelming like it usually was only either early in the morning or late at night when he came home. He forces himself to move closer and pull his pant leg up to look at the bandage on his cut that seems fine-there was just a little bit of blood in the middle but when he touched it carefully it didn’t hurt.

Or perhaps he couldn’t actually feel any of it?

He’s so lost in his pain and thoughts that he doesn’t realize Aurora’s came back.

“What’s that?” she asks when she drops all the stuff she bought on the table and sits by his side “You got hurt?”

“It’s just a scratch. I’ve cleaned it and patched it up.” he brushes her off and pulls his pant leg down moving on from the subject before she can keep prodding. He looks at the other big brown bag that was much bigger than what he thought it’d be and she pulls it down between them opening it up a bit for him to see.

“Got two boxes of Formula, some tomatoes and bananas, more coffee for you, bread, an actual big loaf of bread, some eggs and a small pack of jerky as well as corn and pea cans since I assume you’re tired of the beans.”

“Mom, that’s too much, we can’t-”

“Yes, you can!” she insists “Gus and Clarke will need this now, to get their strength back and so will you. You have to eat well and I won’t take no for an answer, Bellamy.”

“What about you?”

“I have enough.” she nods at the two bowls of algae that were her rations for the day.

“That is not it!” Aurora ignores him and stands up, motioning for him to get going. He’s slow on raising himself up this time and he staggers despite the crutch by his side so she wraps her hand around his other arm and helps him walk.

He feels weak, too weak for her liking and on the way home she asks him how long has it been since he slept or ate, which took him a while to remember. He worked all night long, almost over ten hours, went through hell with what happened with Miller and then Gus and Clarke so it has been over a day since he got any actual rest.

When they make it back in, they find the room thankfully warm enough for Bellamy to start sweating. Electricity was full back on and according to the announcements on the station hallways that they heard on the way home, it wouldn’t be stopped for three days apart from a few hours at night which was more than gracious from the chancellor or more like just a measure that secured Factory people wouldn’t protest.

What startles him is the crying coming from the bed. When both of them make it in, they see Clarke sitting up and holding a wailing Gus in her arms, trying to soothe him.

“I want dada!” the kid was screaming his guts out, crying out loud like when Bellamys only heard of him as a baby “I WANT DADA!”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s fine, Gus, it’ll be okay.” Clarke tried holding him up in her arms but the kid screamed and kicked, tossed and turned in her arms and she was unable to do absolutely nothing to stop him.

Gus had kicked off the blankets and Bellamy could see that the bandage they’ve done on his foot was undone, probably from all of his kicking and the hustle of trying to get away.

“Dada! I want DADA!” he kept screaming. Clarke looked up when she saw them by the door and shook her head just barely at Bellamy who pulled away from his mom’s embrace, let go of his crutch letting it fall on the floor instead of leaning it on the wall like he usually did and tried to basically run to the bed, almost falling off in the process.

“Gus!” he called out, trying to keep his voice steady “Gus, dad’s here!” the kid turned his head around and Bellamy could see his red blotchy face, the fear in his eyes, his desperate cries.

He manages to sit down and open his arms for his son, letting Clarke maneuver him gently over, though he kept kicking and screaming.

“Quiet, shhhh, quiet now, I’m here, son, I’m here-” Bellamy pushed him to his chest and started rubbing his hand up and down on his tiny back-he was warm, finally, nothing like what he had been before but Bellamy still pulled one of the blankets and covered him with it. “Shhh, shh, dad’s here, I’m right here, baby boy.”

“Dada!” he cried and buried his face in his chest “Dada, dada...”

“It’s okay, it’s alright.”

“You were gone.” Gus cries out and Bellamy looks at Clarke who’s still sitting up there at a loss for words, panicking that she couldn’t do anything. “You...gone...you-”

“I’m so sorry, I had to go get you some medicine, okay?” Bellamy explains kissing the top of his head while the kid kept wailing in his arms-he seemed inconsolable, crying because he was confused and maybe in pain rather than just because his dad was gone-he was scared, too many things were happening all at once and he woke up delusioned in Clarke’s arms when the last thing he remembered was the coldness of the bathroom and Bellamy saying goodbye to him.

“What happened?” Bellamy asks when he lifts them up and starts walking around the room, gently swaying Gus in his arms, trying too sooth him, the kid wouldn’t stop crying, sobbing, his voice was hoarse as he kept wailing for his dad, even though Bellamy was already holding him.

“I don’t know, he just...we were sleeping and he woke up a minute or two before you came in. He was scared, I tried to talk to him but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Dada! DADAAAA!” he kept yelling and sobbing in his arms, he was drooling on his chest and fisting his shirt with his tiny hands as he did so-it was exactly how he looked like as a baby when he was wailing for his mom after she’d been gone.

“He’s scared.” Aurora chimes in, dropping all the food on the table and coming by Bellamy’s side, rubbing Gus’ back as well and calling out to him “Turn him over, like a baby, give him your finger to suck on.” she instructs and Bellamy has some trouble doing so but finally he manages to twist him around with much shooshing and reassurances and then as Gus keeps wailing and tossing so hard that Bellamy was afraid he may drop him, he shoved his index finger in his mouth and the kid suddenly stopped.

He started sucking on it, calming down.

“There you, there you go, good boy, I’m right here, alright? Just calm down, dad’s here, do you see me?” he asks and Gus’ eyes widen-up until that point he had no clue that he was in his father’s arm-he was just panicking, thinking they were passing him from one person to the other but now, now he was calming, breathing heavily and he was staring up ahead at his father with recognition.

“Dada?” he asks when Bellamy pulls his finger away once he’s sure he’s calmer. His body relaxes in his dad’s but it’s shaking from all the stress he’s just experienced.

“I’m here, kiddo.” Bellamy promises and carefully walks to the chair by the table and sits them down, propping him up a little and kissing his forehead, his cheeks all over while also holding his hand and never really stopping the soothing little rocks of his arm. “You’re not alone, I’m here, grandma’s here and Clarke too.” he tells Gus and the kid looks around finding the others in the room as well. Aurora sits on the chair next to them and Clarke moves in bed but Bellamy doesn’t miss the way she coughs as she does so.

“Do you remember what happened last night?”

“The...the electwicity stopped.”

“That’s right-” Bellamy knew a way of helping anxiety was to take the mind off the panic and talk about something “And dad had to go out to help fix it. I left you here with Clarke in the bathroom, do you recall that?” Gus nods a little and turns his head to Clarke.

“She kept me warm.” he said and Clarke smiled at his words softly, carefully standing up and picking Rainbow from the bed, staggering herself until she reached them and handed him the toy, which Gus wraps in his arms right away as he rests his head against Bellamy’s chest.

Aurora sees how unstable she is on her feet, so she stands up and pushes a chair for her to sit on by Bellamy’s side. Now all three of them were essentially circled around Gus who was the middle of their tiny universe, in a desperate attempt to show him their love and that they weren’t going anywhere.

“You kept me warm too, sweet cheeks.” Clarke says rubbing his knee with her hand making him smile a little.

“Did you fix the engine, dada?”

“We sure did, son.” Bellamy says carefully “Do you not feel the warmth?”

“I guess...” Gus shrugs a little but shivers again in his arms and Bellamy looks at Clarke and his mom in panic. Clarke senses it and reaches to touch his elbow.

“It’s normal. He’d probably feel cold for a day or two until all senses come back to him.” she assures and Bellamy exhales a little even though he’s still scared.

“Do you hurt somewhere?” Bellamy asks him and Gus in a fashion much similar to his father, shrugs a little, making Clarke roll her eyes at the stubborn Blake men. “How about your foot? Your toes?”

“They huwt, yes.” he admits “What happened?”

“You got some frostbite on your toes and foot-” Clarke explains patiently as she leans closer to him “It happens when you’re in a really cold place like we were last night. I wrapped it up but your dad went to get more medicine so you can heel faster.”

“Will I lose my toes like Frankie, dada?” Gus asks confused, panic rising to his voice again “Will I get them cut off?”

“No!” Bellamy assures even though he has no way of knowing what exactly will happen “We just need to bandage them and make sure you stay off your leg for a while until you recover, okay?” Gus doesn’t seem too convinced, so Bellamy nods at his mom to take out the medicine and shows him the paste they got as well as all the bandages and how Clarke would fix him right up.

“Okay?” Bellamy asks.

“Okay...” Gus agrees and lets Clarke take off his sock and undo the bandage. His eyes get fixated on it so Bellamy calls out on him, forces him to look up.

“Hey, it’s alright, it’ll be fine. I know it hurts a lot but you don’t have to hide-you can cry if it does. In fact, you need to tell us when you do so we can help out, okay?” Gus nods.

“You won’t weave, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Bellamy promises.

“No work?”

“No, it’s a day off for us a all and I’ll have the next few off as well, so I can be with you and Clarke, okay?” Gus’ eyes lit up at that and he seems to feel a tad better when he hears it but he still buries his face in his dad and holds on tight while Clarke takes care of his foot.

When she’s undone the bandage and takes the paste Bellamy and Aurora bought Gus starts pulling his foot away whenever she touches him.

“It urts!” he cries out quietly “Dada, it urts.”

“I know, I know it does but Clarke has to put some cream on it to get better and you have to give her a moment, alright?” Bellamy insists holding his foot in his hand trying to prevent the kid from moving. “You have to be strong like when she gives you your vaccines, okay?” Gus whimpers and Aurora leans in too and reaches for his hand.

“Hey, you know your dad was hurt like this too.” she says softly and Gus stares at her curiously, forgetting for a moment what Clarke was doing even if his foot still jerked back involuntarily.

“Weally?”

“Yes, he was still a baby and he cried a lot too but he got better.” Aurora assures “And you will to, my boy, I promise.” she leans closer and kisses his forehead “You just have to listen to what Clarke and dad say and you’ll be fine.”

“Okay...” Gus agrees and then looks up at Bellamy who’s nodding gratefully at his mom “But you won’t let me go, right?”

“Never.” Bellamy promises and holds him while Clarke separates his toes and has to gently cover each one with the paste. Bellamy can’t take looking at them-it just hurts him too much to see his son in so much pain, so he just focuses on holding Gus and talking to him, telling him a story about a greek god of war called Ares who was too angry for the world to handle. Gus was half-listening but his attention was on his dad despite feeling the pain and trying to get free of Clarke’s expert hands. When she’s done with the bandage he’s exhausted and he relaxes against his dad’s embrace, starting to doze off a little.

“Now your leg.” Aurora tells Bellamy surprising both him and Gus. “Put it on the chair, let Clarke fix that bandage of yours.”

“But-”

“Dada, are you hurt?” Gus asks perking up a little, worry peppering his face and Bellamy throws his mom a look suggesting she really shouldn’t have said anything about this. Gus already had enough on his plate.

“It’s just a scratch.” Bellamy lies stroking his head “Dad fixed it up himself.”

“Poorly, I’m sure.” Clarke huffs as she pats his leg “Move it up, I have to see it.” Bellamy groans frustrated and then stretches his leg out but the truth is that he can’t move it up on his own and he gives Clarke a look suggesting that he just can’t do it which breaks her heart. She carefully takes him by the ankle and moves him up making him groan in the process. It’s a little hard to maneuver himself, so that he can keep holding Gus and not be in any more pain than he already was but it worked somehow and when Clarke pulled his pant leg up and undid his bandage, Gus perked up a little and stared at his cut.

“Dada you and I both are huwt.” he says looking up and Bellamy nods as he cupped his cheek.

“Yes, we are.” Gus mwhms sadly and stares down at Clarke while she fixes Bellamy’s leg, cleans up the cut and mumbles about it needing stitches despite Bellamy refusing to admit so. He has to hold onto himself and not pass out when she starts piercing his skin with the needle but he still jumps a little much like Gus did when she was treating him.

“Youw so stwong, dada.” he mumbles then “You don’t huwt.”

“Yes, I do, baby boy. I just am used to handling it.” Bellamy says when he rubs his nose against Gus’.

“Gus has to be laik that too.”

“No, you don’t.” Bellamy shakes his head sternly “I don’t ever want you to think you need to handle pain. You won’t be like me, okay?” Gus seems to be too tired to understand so he doesn’t answer, he just snuggles up in his dad’s chest and rests his tiny hand against his heart. “Hey...you hungry, little man? How about some food, huh?”

“No.” Gus shakes his head “Now hungwy.”

“Gus, you haven’t eaten since yesterday.” Bellamy scolds and Aurora reaches to cover Bellamy’s hand with her own.

“Neither have you. I’ll make him some formula, I think he’s too exhausted to eat anything else and I’ll wrap something up for you too.”

“Mom, we-”

“And then you go to bed.” she insists and gives Clarke a look “He hasn’t slept in over a twenty hours.” she nods just as she’s wrapping up his bandage and moves her hands up to his knee.

“He’s also in pain.” she adds and Bellamy rolls his eyes and huffs at them worrying over him but when Clarke squeezes his knee and he jumps in his seat, stirring Gus in the process, making him cry out because he’s just fallen and was suddenly startled, Clarke almost regrets it.

Almost.

“Bed-” she huffs “Now!”

“Hey, you’re no better either, miss I’m-coughing-my-lungs-out!” he cuts her off as he rocks Gus up and down to sooth him and kisses his face all over to calm him down while Clarke helps him up and they start walking to the bed.

“I’m just imitating mister I-already-hacked-my-lung-out.” he can’t help but laugh a little at that and of course it turns into a cough just as they settle down and Clarke pushes him and Gus against the pillows. The kid is wrapped up tightly in his dad’s arms, hands fisting his shirt and Bellamy is half sitting, half slumped on the pillows but she could see he too, was barely holding onto consciousness.

While the night was awfully hard and horrible for Clarke, at least she and Gus got some rest, though the kid was exhausted now and nodded off on his dad’s chest, curled up in a baby-like position but she had actually no clue what happened to Bellamy, how he got hurt and the hell that he’s been this entire time.

She made a mental note to ask him all about it later.

But for now she helped him lay down and covered him and Gus with their blankets.

“Clarke-” he reaches for her wrist and manages to clasp it in the last possible moment, pulling her back with sleepy tired eyes.

“What is it?”

“You should...you should...rest.” he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper, wind-like as he coughed a little but kept Gus tight in his embrace and adjusted the blankets on him.

Her heart warmed for him-despite it all he still put everyone else before him, even when he was barely awake, he wanted to make sure he’s fine.

“I’m good, I promise.”

“Clarke-”

“I’m fine, Bellamy. Nothing hurts and I’m actually warm enough now-I want to help your mom out. You have been working all night-just stay here with Gus and let us take care of you, okay?” he stares in her eyes for a long moment and then manages a small nod but not without adding.

“But after, you’re resting too, okay?” she smiles and reaches to cup his cheek, softly running her thumb under his tired eye. He leans into her touch like Gus leaned into him and it made her heart grow sizes.

“When will you ever put yourself first, Bellamy Blake?” she whispers leaning closer and brushing her lips against his forehead.

“Never.” he whispered back moving his hand up and wrapping them around her wrist again, mirroring her thumb movements on his own over her pulse before pulling it closer and giving her a small kiss there. “I’m not important.”

“You and I are going to fight about that when you’re better, okay?” he smirks.

“Can’t wait, princess.”she kisses his cheek before turning around only to find Aurora looking at them from her place near the stove as she stirred something in a pot.

Clarke immideately looked away blushing but she still commanded herself to be strong-they were after all, grown people, they couldn’t hide forever, so she willied herself to walk to Aurora and when she figured out the woman was warming up Gus some formula, she felt purpose-less and simply lingered there for a moment.

“I uh-” she began, feeling the sweat come down her back “Bellamy and I, we...”

“You’re together, I know.” when Clarke dared to take a look, she found Aurora smiling softly at her as she kept stirring the milk. She was surprised when she reached for a small jar full of a dark yellow-red substance and peppered Gus’ milk with it and she cocked her eyebrow at that. “Something to help his wounds heal faster and get him to sleep peacefully.” she explained and Clarke nodded, making a mental note to check on it later.

The Blakes and Factory overall had various little tricks when it came to healing their own wounds and she often wondered what some of the things in the tiny jars Aurora kept on the shelf above the sink were. One time she asked Bellamy and he simply said it’s spices but for healing or boosting the system yet he didn’t know the names of them, just what they do. When she asked them how they got them he shrugged and said-we pass them around.

“Did he tell you?” Clarke asks in a whisper and Aurora nods.

“More like I am good at observing what’s happening around me, so I kind of guessed.”

“Aurora, I-” she reaches for her and squeezes her arm gently yet tight enough as she tried to prove her point.

“Don’t worry.” she looks into her eyes “I’m happy for him, for you.” Clarke relaxed under her warm smile “Couldn’t have asked for a better person to love my son.” Clarke blushed again but nodded solemnly, still somewhat shy.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me-love is hard.” Aurora counters as she takes the milk off the stove and starts filling Gus’ bottle with it, twisting off the end carefully but then jostling the concotion up and down in her hand before settling it down, making the milk appear more yellow-like rather than white now.

“Help me with the bread and the tomatoes, you guys have to eat.” she nods at the big loaf that was right before Clarke and she carefully undoes the white and red plaid towel it was wrapped up with. “Thin slices, this has to last you a few days, okay?” she warns and Clarke nods-she was still new to everything here.

Her Alpha upbringing made all thoughts about saving absolutely non-existant. The other day when she was trying to help Bellamy set dinner, she poured herself and him so much of the bean can that Bellamy’s eyes widened and he shook his head, standing up softly and taking half of his back in the can for tomorrow. He wouldn’t touch hers though she wanted to do the same but he simply squeezed her arm and told her to eat-she was weaker, she’d need time to get used to this way of life.

And god did she feel bad-she never used to worry about food before or how much she ate, in fact she often couldn’t finish her big dinners and would send everything back on a trey outside that the hallway maids collected in the morning and brought back to mess hall. Sometimes she’d even throw bread or cheese away, or half her meal simply because she didn’t feel like eating it.

Here everything was saved for later, carefully wrapped in towels, pieces of cloths to preserve it. Bellamy didn’t need a fridge-every night the electricity stopped, so if he needed something to stay cold he’d simply shove it in one of the cabinets under the sink but they mostly had cans that couldn’t go bad.

Things like tomatoes and what resembled butter that Aurora got from somewhere, were rarity and appreciated as special-day meals.

“Put them here to warm it up.” Auora gestured at the still hot plate where Clarke managed to put three of her slices and she quickly figured the woman wanted to make some sort of toast for the boys. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Clarke ponders on the words-she knows that answering just like that wouldn’t be an honest answer and that maybe, in a way, Aurora was testing her too, to see what she’d say and if she’d admit to being ready even when she probably wasn’t.

“I don’t think anyone ever is.” she finally says back keeping her voice strong as she turns on the slices slightly darker on one side now “As you said, love is hard, relationships are hard, God knows ours won’t be any easy because of the places we both come, because of the circumstances but-” she glances at Bellamy and Gus’ soft figures and smiles, her eyes beaming and that gives Aurora all the answers that she needs “For them...I am willing to try.”

“You love him?” Aurora prods gently, motherly in a way Clarke’s never felt before-not in any accusing, warning or worried way but with warmth and support.

Clarke blushes when she looks up at her and nods slowly, There’s a beat and then Aurora places her hand on her shoulder squeezing it tight.

“Good. As I already told him, I couldn’t wish for a better person to have in his or Gus’ life.” Clarke blushes even more at that “Well, we have to teach you how to go around here since you obviously can burn even a toast.” Clarke suddenly remembers the bread and realizes it’s smelling worse, the hot plate was obviously too warm after being on for a while and she jumps in her place, reaches for the bread but Aurora pulls it away swiftly with her defty hands and transfers them on a plate.

“Sorry.” Aurora waves her hand in the air and picks up the butter, spreading it evenly on all three slices.

“Have you talked about how you’ll tell Gus?” Clarke shakes her head at that while picking the tomatoes and cutting them in small halves per Aurora’s instructions.

“We wanted to wait a little, give ourselves some time.” Aurora hmms at that and takes the small bowl of tomatoes from her, putting the tomatoes on top and reaching for more of her precious herb jars above the sink, some of which were obviously spices as she spread some on them and then added some jerky.

“I think he’ll be happy.”

“Yeah?”

“He told me so.” Clarke whips her head in Aurora’s direction making the woman smile even brighter. “The other day at the playground, he said that having you home was nice and he asked me if one day you’ll be his new mom.” Clarke’s eyes fill with tears at that “I told him I didn’t know yet but if you were, would that be okay for him and he said yes, that he loves you and you’re very warm and kind.”

“He...he really said that?” Aurora nods as she rubs her arm softly.

“Kid loves you, Clarke. Bellamy’s an amazing dad and I try my best but he’s always missed a mom. I’m not saying that you have to be one, that you need to fill in those shoes especially if you and Bellamy aren’t ready for it but just you being around, your presence...that means a lot to him.” she feels herself blush again and Aurora nods to her to grab the plate as she takes Gus’ bottle and two cups of tea as well as the cough syrup and they go to the bed where Aurora pushes a chair and places all of the stuff down there, essentially using it as a small table. “Come on now, make them eat, I’ll start on the laundry. Kid needs boxers or he’ll be walking around the house in his bare butt.”

“I’ll help too.” Clarke says but Aurora shakes her head and mouths “Later.” which Clarke isn’t too happy about seeing as she was already spreading herself thin and wanting to help her and learn more about how to do things around here in a way that doesn’t completely show off her privillege but for now she focuses on Bellamy and Gus.

She reaches out for Bellamy’s wrist and squeezes it softly.

“Hey-” he opens his eyes right away and it takes him a second to realize what’s happening but when he does, he smiles back and looks at Gus who’s asleep in his arms, face still buried in his chest. “Time to eat.” she points at the trey and picks up Gus’ bottle which he insists he takes on himself and gently pushes in the kid’s already parted lips. He starts sucking on it immideately obviously hungry again and Bellamy smiles as he watches him.

She doesn’t waste any time though and picks up his toast bringing it to his lips.

“Come on, you too.”

“No, we can wait.”

“We’re not waiting, come on, eat, you don’t have any color to you.” she insists but he still doesn’t open up and instead gives her a stubborn look.

“So what? You feed me while I feed Gus? Am I a baby too?”

“Absolutely.” she cuts off and he groans which she uses as an easy way to shove the bread in his mouth and he takes in a good bite from it, munching from it in his sleepy tired state. “Good?”

“Great.” he slumps lower on the pillows as he keeps sneaking glances at Gus who every once and then would jump a little in his embrace or kick his good leg out. “He’s...I think he hurts.”

“I know...but it will pass, the paste will soothe his leg.” she assures “Come on now, more.” she doesn’t stop until he finishes his toast and he eyes the rest in the plate.

“You too-” he insists.

“No, first you.”

“Clarke-”

“Bellamy!” she grunts back “Two for you and one for me, okay?”

“No way!” he argues moving up a little making Gus whine at the sudden change of positions forcing him to immideately lay back down and keep the now almost empty bottle steady. “You have to eat too.”

“She will, I’m bringing in soup as well!” Aurora chimes in from her place still near the stove and Bellamy looks back at her, trying to argue but she shoots him a look that suggests he won’t win this and Clarke envies that she can actually do this where she still failed.

Clarke crosses her arms and picks up the other toast as she takes the bottle away from him and tries to hand it over to him but his hands that are still blistered and burnt but now without any bandages probably because they shed last night while he was working, can’t hold onto it and he almost embarrassingly drops it. She grips his hand and takes it from him, feeding him herself again and she can tell he feels bad about it because this time he doesn’t protest, he simply grows quieter and munches on the bread and tomatoes that he seems to absolutely love.

He never stops coughing but some of the color returns to his cheeks when he finishes his toast but then glares at her until she picks her own and starts eating too, refusing to keep on until she got some as well which made her heart clench with love.

“Here you go, some of my famous corn and carrot soup for you and Clarke.” Aurora brings in two steaming bowls and pulls up another chair by the bed and reaches for him, touching his forehead and cheeks.”You’re a little warm.”

“It’s okay.” he says and watches her pass Clarke the cough syrup bottle and a spoon “No, we should keep this for Gus and you Clarke.”

“You need it most now.” Aurora insists and he opens up his mouth to fight again “This isn’t going to be an argument, Bellamy.” he grumps but when Clarke brings in the spoon to his lips he takes the syrup and is surprised when she pours him another, tries to fight her on it and has to be glared down by his mother again before he takes it too, very unhappily. Clarke almost laughs-he’s adorable, just as grumpy as Gus was when he had to wake up for school in the morning and she can’t help but smile at him.

“Okay, I’ve made enough to last you till tomorrow. Please all three of you eat well, okay?” she instructs as she stands up and swipes her hand through Bellamy’s curls in her typical motherly fashion after which she leans down and places a kiss on Gus’ forehead too.

“You’re going?” Bellamy asks a little surprised but Aurora just nods curtly.

“I have clothes to mend, dresses to make. I’ll come by tomorrow again to check on you guys, okay?” he nods but seems worried about her and the fact she’ll go back to working while he was slacking, lying in bed doing nothing. “Don’t let him leave this bed, okay?”

“Great...now you’re all ganging up on me.”

“Damn right we are.” Clarke huffs as she adjusts the blanket “If we don’t, you’d be back to work tomorrow even if your boss gave you days off.” Aurora nods in agreement and kneels closer by his side.

“Bellamy, if I find out you’ve been pushing yourself when you clearly need the rest, I’ll come here and tie you to the bed myself, I don’t care what I have to do, do you hear me?” Clarke herself almost shivers at Aurora’s stern voice but she is aware that with her threatening him like this and him knowing she’ll follow through, he won’t argue about it and that puts her at ease-arguing with him about his well-being could be exhausting sometimes. “If you have to get up, you’ll use the crutch and you won’t strain yourself, okay?”

“She has to rest too, she did spent the night out in the cold for the first time.” he argues throwing the ball in Clarke’s yard making her grumpy in turn.

“I swear, there are three children in this room, not just one.” Aurora smiles a little as she too squeezes Clarke’s arm and gives her a motherly look.

“He’s right, though, you rest as well, okay? I’ll come tomorrow.” and then before Clarke knew what was happening, she leaned closer and kissed the top of her head as well.

She blushes but it doesn’t feel awkward, on the contrary, it’s nice and it spreads a warmth through her that she had only known when her father hugged or kissed her.

It made her miss him too. The one thing from Alpha she was desperate for, was her dad. After Jackson and everything that happened with him, she only ever wished to be able to run into his arms and be held by him.

But this...here with Bellamy, it was good too. It was more than good really-she watches Aurora leave and then turns to him finding him observing her carefully, like he could read her thoughts and what was going on in her head. He reaches over and takes her hand, squeezing it briefly.

“You okay?” she nods and shakes her head of all thoughts about her dad, taking in the soup bowl and bringing in a spoon to his lips. He’s not happy about it but lets her feed him though once she’s done he stays awake until she finishes her ration too, though he’s barely there.

“Come on...come here, let’s sleep.” he pulls her down once she places her bowl away and she willingly complies-she hadn’t really done anything today but the cold from yesterday left her exhausted. As if she has spend hours in the operating room saving lives.

He puts Gus in the middle and she carefully adjusts on the inner side watching as he tugged the blankets over them. She didn’t miss the way he winced with every movement or how he still coughed despite the syrup but even as he fought his need for sleep that was pushing down at him hard, he reached over, cupped her cheek and pulled her close, right over Gus who's curled up between them on his side.

“You okay?” he asks and her heart bursts again with love for him.

She can’t help herself, she moves closer and kisses his lips softly-she needs to taste him to show him how much she loves him and his eyes, god his eyes they were so deep, so full of warmth and love despite the cold reality of their world.

“I’m good.” she whispers back and she means it-despite everything so far, this is the first time, she realizes that they all go to bed fed and warm enough and strangely, though this life is new to her, though she’s went to bed in Alpha happy, content, warm and fed many times, she finds herself happier now than ever before.

Maybe it had something to do with the man who had wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her closer and kissed her forehead or maybe it was because of the little boy curled up between them sleeping soundly, droolng on his dad’s arm that he used as a pillow or maybe it was because of herself and the choices she’s made who didn’t, even after last night, feel wrong.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarkeedit #the100edit #bellarke fanfic #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #ark!au #single!dad bellamy #doctor!clarke #and little gus #sorry for taking so long to update!#but here I am #my writing

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RULES | 2.02: INCLEMENT WEATHER

summary: gabriella kane and what is left of the hundred get separated from the dropship camp after the battle with the grounders. people who gabriella buried and mourned join them on earth. when she finds out most of her people are missing, she is ready to go through whatever she has to in order to get them back — even if that means making a truce with the grounders

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

warnings: best friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to allies to lovers, swearing, daddy issues, blood and gore, murphy being annoying, trauma bonding

taglist: @lotr-got

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Walking into the newly named Camp Jaha, made an unsettling feeling appear in Gabriella's stomach. She always considered The Ark her home. A twisted and miserable home but still a home. That was until she got sent down to Earth and the hundred became her family and their camp her new home.

Camp Jaha did not seem right to her and the sight of Alpha Station on the ground made her internaly cringe.

Marcus made a couple of guards escort Gabriella and Bellamy inside, leaving them locked up in a room on their own.

"You doing alright?" Gabriella heard Bellamy question and opened her eyes, turning around to connect their gaze, seeing a concern expression on his face.

"About which part exactly? Seeing John's annoying face after everything he did, seeing my dad for the first time in what feels like years after I thought he was dead or having no idea where our friends are?" The blonde asked, the last words leaving a bitter feeling on her tongue.

Before she got sent to the ground, the only people she had considered friends were Murphy, Jasper, Monty and Raven despite the fact that she was more of a co-worker. After landing in Earth, it felt like she had eighty kids that were her responsibility.

"All of it, I guess." Bellamy shrugged as if it was not a big deal, but Gabriella could still see genuine worry on his face.

And yet another surprising thing that happened, she considered a guard turned janitor turned fake guard turned rebel a friend. Not a close one but still a friend. He was her co-leader and a big part of keeping the delinquents alive. They shared the same priorities now and kept the hundred alive together for this long they knew they needed each other if they were gonna keep doing so.

"Well I'm feeling kinda overwhelmed with emotions right now." Gabriella admitted, shrugging as best as she could with her hands tied behind her back "I feel betrayed and a bit...sad, I guess. But I'm mostly pissed."

Bellamy let out a breathy chuckle. "You can only feel one emotion at a time, Bambi. Otherwise you'll most likely explode.”

"If I do explode, I'd prefer to do so straight in my father's face, thank you very much." Gabriella joked, throwing a small grin over her shoulder at her co-leader.

He cracked a small smile and muttered under his breath, "Cute."

After a few moments of silence, Gabriella frowned at the sight of Bellamy's free wrists and pointed out, "Why am I the only one that gets handcuffed?"

"Because you don't think before you act." Bellamy stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gabriella scoffed instantly. "Oh, you're the one to--"

Her words were cut off by the doors opening and her father stepping into the room with a rifle in his hands. A from immediately settled on both Gabriella and Bellamy's faces.

"How long are you gonna keep us locked up in here?" Bellamg asked with an annoyed scowl, a complete contrast to his amused expression from a moment ago.

"Until I'm confident you're no longer a threat to others." Marcus stated coldy, his words making Gabriella scoff.

"The only person I'm a threat to is John Murphy and I'm pretty sure I'd be doing you a favor by kicking his ass out of camp." She sneered, her piercing blue eyes narrowed into a glare and cutting through her father's soul like a knife.

Marcus simply ignored his daughter's words and took a hold of a chair, sitting on it a moment after. "Let's continue. Now you said there were hundreds of grounders attacking. Two hundred? Three hundred?"

"We didn't count." Bellamy snapped, his frustrated tone mirroring Gabriella's frustrated expression perfectly.

"Why do you think they attacked? What provoked them?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes at her father's words and replied in a snarky tone, "What do you think made them attack? The fact that your exodus ship didn't land where it was supposed to and instead of landing in Mount Weather where there was supposed to be supplies, we landed on someone else's territory."

Bellamy nodded in agreement, adding, "We were here. That was enough. We're wasting time. The others didn't just vanish into thin air. They were taken, and we need to go after them."

"Yeah, I second that."

"Search team is preparing to leave but not before we've gotten the untel we need from you." Marcus said, trying to keep his tone stoic but Gabriella still noticed a hint of amusement that just pissed her off even more.

"We need to be on that team." She exclaimed, almost desperately.

"That's out of the question." The new chancellor instantly declined. "You're not trained. It's too dangerous."

Gabriella felt her eye twitch slightly as she raised her voice, "Bellamy was a literal cadet! We both know how to shoot a gun well. Those are our people out there!" A bitter scoff escaped her lips. "You may be the chancellor now, but you are not in control. Not completely. I mean, do you really think the hundred will listen to you if you find them? News flash, they won't. You sent them down here to die but Bellamy, Clarke and I were the ones that kept them alive. They listen to us, not the council."

"Those are our people out there. We are the ones who are supposed to keep them safe." Bellamy added, running a hand over his wounded face.

"They're my people too. You want to help them? Tell me what we're up against...grounder tactics, their numbers, what kind of weapons they used..." Marcus said, trying to sound unbothered by Gabriella snapping at him.

Bellamy hesitated, his eyes briefly flickering to Gabriella's before he sighed and answered "Arrows and spears, axes, swords...their teeth."

"No guns?"

When both delinquents shook their heads, Marcus tilted his head curiously. "You had guns."

"Yeah." Gabriella sighed, making the messy hair move from her eyes a little. "We found those at the aid depot. It leveled the playing field but more of us would survived if we had more bullets--"

"There were more bullets." Her father cut her off. "Search team just returned from the bunker, they found two more barrels full of rifles and a third filled with bullets."

"Shit." Gabriella muttered, resting her tied hands on her knees and burrowing her face in the palms of her hands.

"We should have looked harder." She heard Bellamy mutter with a mix of regret and guilt.

"Keep walking."

Both Gabriella and Bellamy scowled simultaneously at the sight of two guards bringing Murphy into the room.

"What's he doing here?" Bellamy demanded, glaring at the boy.

"Excuse me, Sir. Dr. Griffin cleared Mr. Murphy out of medical." Major Byrne explained.

Marcus tilted his head, as if thinking out his options in his head, before he got up and looked from his daughter and Bellamy to Murphy. He sighed and pointed to a corner. "Put him over there, Major Byrne."

The blonde woman motioned for two guards that carried Murphy in to tie him up while another tied Bellamy down to a metal column by his wrists. In the meantime, Major Byrne grabbed Gabriella by her forearms and did the same thing with her, but on another column.

"Wow." Gabriella scoffed in disbelief. "If you're gonna start locking us up with the biggest psychopaths of the hundred maybe you should go look for Dax's body in the woods, I'm sure he'd really appreciate that "

Murphy gave her a puzzled look while Bellamy briefly rolled his eyes at her poor attempt to lighten up the mood.

"Well, this should be fun."

Gabriella squinted, biting her bottom lip in frustration as she tried to hear what the commotion outside camp was about, but could not make out anything: just her father and some people yelling. When the arguing stopped, Gabriella tried to listen for a few more moments until she realized she was not going to pick up on anything and let her head fall against the metal column she was leaning on with a loud thud.

Only ten minutes later, when she was finally starting to enjoy the peace and quiet, a loud scream of pain echoed through camp and made her eyes snap open. Raven.

Now that Abby was there, she was able to perform surgery on her from the bullet wound but she did not think Raven would be in this much pain, or even awake during the surgery. Gabriella screwed her eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the sound of her friend's desperate screams of pain.

"Yeah. That was me at the grounder camp." Murphy said, his voice sounding as bored as it could get as he rambled. "You know, I did everything I could not to scream, but eventually--"

"But eventually, you broke and you told them everything." Bellamy cut him off, his voice dripping in venom.

"And you wouldn't have because you're better than me." Murphy drawled out sarcastically.

"Damn right. I'm not a traitor. I didn't tell them where they could find us." The Blake responded, not even looking at the younger boy.

Murphy grinned without humor. "And I did." Hia face suddenly turned serious as he let his gaze settle on Gabriella. "Yeah, I did. After they tortured me in their prison camp for three days," he looked back at Bellamy with a glare "but go ahead. You just keep believing, even if you are both in here just like me." When he did not receive an answer he turned his head to stare at Gabriella pleadingly. "Come on, Ellie. You must have stuff to say to me. Scream, yell at me, insult me just say something."

"I really don't have anything else to say to you." The blonde said, refusing to let her walls down in front of him again. "You had two choices, you chose wrong and now you have to deal with the consequences."

Gabriella could see the night sky through the small windows in the room they were locked in, a sign the sun has set and that they've been there for almost eight hours, without any food or water.

"Get up." Wells ordered, barging into the room unannounced, Finn right by his side with a backpack in his hand and Monroe staying by the doors to keep guard.

Finn threw the backpack in between Gabriella and Bellamy and announced, "We're going after them."

Gabriella's eyebrows shot up in surprise, almost overwhelmed with Wells' change of morals. A month ago, he would not have dared to go against the chancellor's orders.

Wells must have noticed her surprise and smiled slightly. "You didn't think we'd let you rot in here with Murphy while our friends are out there, did you?"

"Well, it's about damn time." Gabriella grinned back at Wells, before he bent down to untie her from the column she was tied to, while Finn did the same with Bellamy. As soon as her hands were free, Gabriella sighed in relief and rubbed them to get rid of the brief pain. "If I get tied up for this reason one more time this week, I'm going to kill myself."

Bellamy snorted at her insinuation and followed her, Wells and Finn towards the door where Monroe was waiting for them in a hurry, when Murphy called after them, "Wait, wait. What about me?"

Gabriella was quick to shake her head with a humorless chuckle. "As if. You think we would let you loose after everything you did? That's hilarious." Clearly, Bellamy had other plans, as he brushed past his co-leader about to untie Murphy, only to have her stop him with a hand to his firm chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Bellamy?"

"He knows where the grounder camp is. He's coming with us." Bellamy simply explained, before shrugging her surprisingly warm hand off of him and untying Murphy.

"No way." Finn shook his head, clearly just as furious about what the boy in question did to his ex-girlfriend.

"Bellamy's right, okay" Murphy said, wincing at the tight grip Bellamy had on his shirt. "I can bring you there."

"Hey, Sterling just signaled. Someone's coming." Monroe called over her shoulder, tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

"Just a second." Wells told her, before chiming in on the argument. "Finn, stay out of it. They're the leaders here, it's their choice if they let him come with us or not."

Both Gabriella and Finn let out a simultaneous defeated sigh, before helping Bellamy drag Murphy out along with them.

When Wells, Finn, Sterling and Monroe led the three prisoners outside of Camp Jaba and they were sure they were out of sight and earshot, Bellamy finally spoke up, "You don't think anyone saw us?"

"Shh." Finn hissed, lowly. "Keep it down."

Gabriella rolled her eyes and was painfully aware that Bellamy was probably doing the same. Their dislike for Finn did not falter the slightest in the last few weeks. They might be on the same side about the situation at hand, but they both knew the only thing he cared about was finding out what happened to Clarke.

They were just not aware of how far he was willing to go just to find her.

After a couple more minutes of walking further into the woods and farther away from the safety of Camp Jaha, a light blinded Gabriella's vision. She blinked a couple of times and recognised David Miller (Nate's dad) staring at them expectantly.

Gabriella was ready to tell the rest of the delinquents besides her to make a run for it, when the woman behind David revealed herself, coming to the light. She raised her eyebrows at the worried expressions on Gabriella and Bellamy's faces and the slightly shaken up Murphy in Bellamy's hold.

"You're late."

"Bellamy decided to bring company." Finn explained bitterly.

Said male shrugged in slight defence. "He's the only person that's been in their camp."

Gabriella rolled her eyes momentarily and swore she saw the corner of Abby's lips twitch into a small smile at the action, before the female doctor reached into the waistband of her pants to pull out a gun. It was smaller than the rifles Gabriella was so used to using by now, but it was something. The youngest Kane reached for the gun and took it in her hands, letting it rest in the waistband of her own pants with a satisfied look on her face.

Abby pulled out one more gun and passed it over to Finn while David pulled out two rifles and gave them to Bellamy and Wells, the latter still being a bit hesitant in using guns but he still accepted it gratefully.

"Here." David nodded, looking between the two leaders. "Find my son. His name is Nathan Miller."

Gabriella saw recognition flash across Bellamy's bloodied features in the dark and both of them nodded at the older guard in understanding.

"Bring them home."

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