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I NOW WE'RE TALKING ABOUT RED BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT TEARS RICOCHET ISNT ABOUT BELLUNE LIKE!!!!!!!!!

i just found this in my drafts bc i very clearly had inspo and i cant believe i never shared it. my tears ricochet x bellune, but make it a season 3 au where we lose our girl instead of lincoln oops sorry

You sit beside Kane in lock up, having just said goodbye to your mother, wishing you could do the same with Bellamy and your sister.

As you near the hour of what will soon be your death, you find comfort in knowing that at least Clarke will have your mother. Selfishly, some part of you is grateful that you don’t have to feel the loss of losing your twin, and that Clarke will have to learn to live with the grief. But she was always stronger than you, and if anyone could learn to live without half of themselves, your shining star can.

But in the end, it’s Bellamy your heart aches for. In a way, he’s lost his sister, his friends, those that are closest to him. In the moments of silence, when it’s just the two of you, you can see the weight pulling down his shoulders, can see the anguish that has settled into the lines on his face. Bellamy has spent most of his life lost; searching for who he is without a father, what kind of man he wanted to be on the Ark. and then losing his mother and Octavia, it left him listless, floating in the openness of space with no idea of who he wanted to be.

It’s why he so easily agreed to save Octavia’s life by shooting Jaha; he had the opportunity to find himself again. To anchor his identity to his goal of saving Octavia, and ultimately, his people.

But then his obsession with saving his people, after having lost so many in such a short time, broke him, pushed into the arms of a fascist chancellor who saw how easy it was to take advantage of the man you love.

It’s a path you can’t follow him down.

It’s a path you won’t be given the chance to follow him down, even if you wanted to.

You look at Kane, at the man you’ve come to see as a father figure without even realizing it was happening. And now, the man who will lose his life the same way your father lost his. Fighting for what’s right.

“It can't be all for nothing.” Kane turns to look at you in confusion, not understanding what you mean. You push on, “All of it. The spying, Mount Weather, all the hell we’ve faced can’t be all for nothing. Pike will destroy Skaikru until there’s nothing left, and everything we fought for will no longer matter.”

Lincoln wanders over and sits beside you on the bench. He reaches out to squeeze your shoulder, a silent message that he understands your frustration.

“There’s nothing left for us to do. We have to hope our deaths will mean something. That it will finally push for the change we’ve been fighting for.”

You’re incredulous at the suggestion, at the thought of being told to just stop fighting. “So that’s it? We just give up?”

Kane shakes his head, his expression sad, but determined. “No. This is how we fight now. We go with grace, accept our punishment, hold our head high. We don’t break, we don’t show fear. The people will remember.”

He glances up at Sinclair, who has just joined the three of you, nodding in agreement. You look at Lincoln, who gives Kane a single nod in agreement, and you sit between them, wondering how this is all that’s left for you. You’re the last to agree, resigned to a fate that may save the love of your life and your people, a fate that you will not be around to see.

You’ve never been happier to see Octavia Blake in your entire life.

She ushers all of you to safety, freedom just on the other side of a hidden passageway built into Arkadia’s walls.

A freedom that she watches slip away as Lincoln insists on staying back for his people.

You see the betrayal on her face as she slips into unconsciousness, the same betrayal you felt when Bellamy did the same thing to you in Mount Weather. As Lincoln passes his unconscious girlfriend into Kane’s waiting arms, you close in on him, trying to change his mind. She passes out right after, and Lincoln catches her easily, passing her to Kane. You step towards Lincoln, looking at him in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Same thing you’d do for your people.”

You give him a serious look, “Yu laik ai kru.”

You are my people. He smiles at you, but it’s sad, and the sight of it hurts your heart. “Just get her out of here. Please.”

But then Kane’s words rattle around in your head, and it finally clicks for you. We have to hope our deaths will mean something. The people of Arkadia see Lincoln as a Grounder, and his sacrifice to save other Grounders will mean nothing to them. They will only see it as someone saving their own. They need to see one of their own, someone from the Ark, risking their life for Grounders. It’s the only way they’ll ever understand what the rest of you are fighting for.

The answer seems so obvious now, and you feel like a fool for not thinking of it earlier.

You turn back to Lincoln, shaking your head at him, already stepping away. “Get her out of here yourself. I can save your people.” And maybe Bellamy too.

Kane steps closer to the two of you, unable to avoid overhearing your conversation in the small hallway. His expression is distraught, shaking his head as he looks at you. “No, you can’t.”

“You said it yourself: our deaths can mean something. The people will remember. I know this place better than Lincoln, I know the guard schedules and routes. I can get them out and be seen only when I need to be. I can end this.”

“But Clarke-”

You cut Kane off, “Has my mother, and our friends, and you.”

You can see the moment he remembers that you will not go out without a fight, that you will do this with or without his support. He offers you the only thing he can, which is his blessing. “If you get them into the west woods, they can navigate the trade routes to the blockade. They’ll be safe.”

It relieves you to have his approval, though you can see the anguish it’s causing him to give it. You give him a small smile of thanks, hoping he won’t carry guilt from something that you’re willingly choosing to do.

You can’t say the same for Lincoln, who grabs your arm as you try to step away, pulling you back towards the escape route. “La lune, you can’t.”

“We both know it’s the only way, Lincoln. You know that I know this camp better than you. I’m more likely to make it through unnoticed. If you want your people to be safe, they need to get out of this camp, at least until Pike is dead. I can’t take care of that, but I can save your people and make a statement. Maybe the people will turn on him, offer him to the Grounders at the blockade.”

You can see that he desperately wants to argue with you, but when his mouth opens, no words come out. Because both of you know he’s right, and if Skaikru wants any chance of survival, they need to see Pike do the unthinkable. He reaches out for you, his strong arms pulling you into a hug, and it’s the first time since you made your decision that you start to tear up.

When Lincoln pulls away, his expression is sad, but you swear you glimpse a look of pride in your eyes. It strengthens your resolve further. “A warrior with a heart.”

You smile at him before reaching up and unclasping your necklace, your thumb brushing over the silver moon one last time. You press it into Lincoln’s hand, delivering your final wish. “Can you give this to Bellamy for me?”

His hand closes over the moon, the last time you’ll ever see the small charm, and when you meet Lincoln's eyes, you can see that he understands what this means to you. “Of course.”

There’s a clamor down the hall, what sounds like a commotion of guards, and you know that time is finally up. You quickly press a kiss to Octavia’s forehead and back away from the two men, looking them both over as you mutter, “May we meet again.”

They repeat it back to you before slipping into the hidden passageway, and when you press the panel back into the wall, it’s with the knowledge that you’ll never see any of them again.

The escape of 4 prisoners sentenced to death has the guards scrambling, and it makes them sloppy.

It’s easy to be invisible when that’s all you were your entire life. You blend in with the crowds of Arkadians easily, walking past most of the guards in plain sight. And when you round the final corner to the small lock up you left not long ago, you’re relieved to find that they only left one guard behind.

He’s not expecting you, so when you run down the hall at full speed, kicking your legs out to swipe his own feet from beneath him, he tumbles easily. You yank the shock baton from his belt, cranking it up just enough to knock him unconscious, but not to kill him. You’re trying to help your cause, not hurt it.

You pat the man down, finding a small pocket knife that you slip into your pants, along with his key card to open the holding cell door. Denae stands there with the others, looking at you in shock, surprised to see you after you were led to your death not long ago.

“Where’s Lincoln?”

“Safe. Escaped with the others.” You look over the group of Grounder prisoners that have started to stand and move towards you. “We don’t have much time. I have to get you to the west woods before they notice you’re gone.”

The Grounders don’t need to be told to hurry; they’ve seen how easily Pike locked his people up and sentenced them to death, know that it’s only a matter of time before they’re next. The stronger ones carry and guide the weak, and you take the emptier hallways until all of you are safely outside, the fence and the woods beyond it in your sight. You want to be seen, but getting caught before freeing the Grounders will only make things worse for everyone.

As your group openly jogs across a busy section of Arkadia, people stop to watch you, but no one says a word, unsure of what exactly they’re seeing. When you reach the fence, you toss a nearby stick at a section you hope is no longer electrified, fried long ago during spy related activities. The stick hits the ground without event, and you let out a sigh of relief, guiding Denae and the others through the gaps in the fence. When everyone is safely through, Denae turns to look at you, surprised to find you still on the other side. “You’re not coming with us?”

“There’s something else I need to do. Follow the trade route to the west, and you’ll reach the blockade in no time. Your people can protect you from there.”

“Thank you.”

You feel strange accepting her thanks. “I’m sorry for what my people have done to yours. Maybe one day we will all be one people.”

“Peace will find a way.”

And as the two of you exchange a smile, an alarm begins to sound over the PA system, prompting Denae to turn and run, disappearing into the treeline with her people before Pike and his guards even know they’re gone. You let out a sigh of relief, because at least now, everyone is safe. Except for you.

“La lune, la lune, la lune.”

The name falls from Bellamy’s lips like a broken prayer as he sprints through the woods, back towards Arkadia, a necklace squeezed so tight in his grasp that a small silver moon will leave its imprint in his palm for hours after he lets go.

He can hear footsteps crashing through the woods behind him, his sister and Kane calling his name as he tears through the woods on memory alone, letting his legs carry him back to the woman he loves.

I only wanted to keep her safe. To protect her, and my people. I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.

When he bursts through the treeline, his eyes trace the arc of Arkadia looming high in the gray skies, rain starting to fall like the Earth knows what’s about to happen. Bellamy is sure that he can stop it, that he can convince Pike to save your life, even though he failed before. He’ll give himself in your place, accept that the bullet meant for you is actually for him, one shot to atone for his sins and wipe his slate clean. Because you deserve to live, to have peace and live life until you’re old and gray. You deserve a partner that loves you, and the comfort of knowing that you’ll always be safe with the people you love. You deserve all the things you’ve dreamed and longed for, and even if he can't be there to see it, even if he can't be there to give those things to you, he will sacrifice himself in your place.

Pike walks ahead of a group of guards, guards that Bellamy would have considered friends not two days earlier, guards that are now pulling his fighting girlfriend outside the main gate.

Bellamy starts to run again, his legs moving on instinct to be with you, but strong hands pull him back, holding him in place with an iron grip, forcing him to watch from a distance.

Your hands are bound; hands that he once spent hours holding, content just to be with you. Your hair is wild around you, the way it looks when you wake beside him each morning, tousled now from the way you’re fighting the guards. And the necklace that would normally be glinting in the light around your neck is now gripped so tightly in his hand that blood begins to seep between his fingers.

He wants to turn to Kane and Octavia, scream that they have to save you, that they have to let him go so he can take your place, but he is frozen as he sees you pulled before Pike, the chancellor’s hand already resting on the gun at his side.

Pike is too much of a coward to kill you in the middle of Arkadia.

You guessed as much, but once he dragged you towards the back of camp, out of sight from the rest of your people, you started to fight, deciding that going with grace only worked if there was someone there to see it.

The people of Arkadia will know what happened to you, even though Pike tries to hide it.

Once you are pulled through the gate and into a patch of land just outside Arkadia’s walls, you finally stop your fight. It’s almost over. Everyone you love is outside the camp, except your mother, who will have no idea what’s happened until after you’re gone. You can only hope she remembers her promise to you and Kane, and that she doesn’t risk her life when Clarke still needs her.

You thought you’d be scared, but you aren’t. You swear it’s because your father is with you, his cologne easy to spot amongst the smell of dirt and pine. He’s keeping you standing tall and strong, giving nothing to the man that will soon take your life. A man that he once played chess with, long ago on a ship in the sky, long before anyone knew that a life on Earth was possible.

When you had nothing but time while locked up, you anguished over all the things you were going to lose. Now, as the clock ticks towards the end, you think only of the things that give you joy. You think of Clarke when you were both small, of the pictures she would draw and leave on your pillow to find in the morning. You think of Octavia, the timid girl that became a warrior and your friend, making you more proud than you thought possible. You think of Monty’s moonshine and your mom’s laugh and most of all you think of Bellamy.

You think of the freckles dotted across his face, the ones you would trace for hours as he slept beside you. You think of his lopsided grin, and the way he always seemed to know what you needed before you needed it. You think of how he gave you strength when you had none, the way he laughed when he thought no one was paying attention. You think of him in the quiet moments, the in between, when his face was serene with sleep or his shoulders finally relaxed at the end of a long day. You think of Greek gods, constellations, and the Iliad, of all the stories that tied the two of you together.

And your final wish to the Universe as you turn to face Pike, is that Bellamy Blake will no longer be lost.

You stand tall as they turn you to Pike, your stance confident, despite the situation you’re in.

You don’t drop to your knees when they ask you too, making the guards get their hands dirty instead as they push your knees into the mud beneath you.

You don’t flinch when Pike pulls out his pistol and cocks it.

Your eyes never leave his as his finger moves to the trigger.

The last words to ever leave your lips falls on ears that don’t understand the meaning.

“I love you more than the stars.”

And you swear the last thing you hear before everything goes dark, is a scream that sounds a lot like Bellamy.

Bellamy feels like the scream is splitting his throat apart, his anguish so raw, so palpable, that he’s sure he must be bleeding.

He can’t understand that he’s okay, that the pain he’s feeling isn’t one that can ever be seen. He’s sure that it will kill him, that his heart will refuse to carry this and simply stop. He thinks that will be the greatest mercy, the way to reunite again with you.

He doesn't remember Kane and Octavia pulling him away from the clearing, trying to escape the Arkadian guards that now know where they are. He doesn't remember punching the walls of the cave until his hands were nothing but blood and torn flesh, doesn't remember the screams that tore from his throat until Kane slipped Reaper drugs into his veins.

He slips unconscious in a fit of anguish, surrounded by friends who wonder how they will share the news of your death to your other half if this is how Bellamy reacts.

They have to keep someone on guard duty all night, because Bellamy tries to escape three separate times, swearing he’s going to kill Pike with nothing more than his bare hands.

He has to be chained up when they kidnap Pike and deliver him to the Grounders, ending the blockade. He fights the restraints for hours, until his wrists are just as bloody as his hands once were, and only when he’s finally exhausted every ounce of strength in his body does he finally fall asleep.

And when he dreams, he dreams of you.

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 2 years

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Virago 36. Fry Her

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 09.23.2022

Word count: 3k

Based off: 03x11 “Nevermore”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Masterlist

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You all head back to the cave to gather your stuff before heading back to Arkadia.

“I don’t understand it either. Something about those chips,” Monty says as you nod in agreement.

“We’ll know soon enough. Be ready,” Sinclair replies.

“O, wait. You can’t just leave,” Bellamy says as the two of you notice Octavia packing up.

“Watch me,” She replies.

“You heard what Jasper said on the radio. Arkadia is not safe,” Bellamy replies back.

“What Jasper said sounds insane. Pike’s gone. I can handle myself. Grounders burn their dead,” Octavia says.

“I know that. And then what? Where are you gonna go?” Bellamy says.

“You don’t get to ask me that,” Octavia snaps.

“What more do I have to do to prove that I am on your side?” Bellamy asks.

“Bring Lincoln back. Turning Pike in does not make you one of the good guys, Bellamy. You did that to save me. Not because what you thought Pike was doing to the Grounders was wrong. ” O responds.

“The Grounders were starving us out,” Bellamy states.

“Because you massacred an army that was sent to protect us,” You interrupt.

“That army could have attacked us at any time, and you both know that,” Bellamy says, turning his attention to you.

“But they didn’t attack. You did that,” You say.

“You were hurting, and you lashed out. Because that’s what you do. There are consequences, Bel. People get hurt. People die. Your people. Monroe’s dead. Lincoln is dead,” Octavia adds before walking away. Bellamy goes to follow O out of the cave, and you hear the noise of an approaching rover.

“They’re here,” You hear Miller say from outside the cave. You walk out of the cave and see Clarke get out of the rover.

“Need your help! We have to get her inside before she wakes up!” You hear Jasper yell and look to see him carrying Raven.

“Were you followed?” Bellamy asks.

“Maybe. I don’t know.,” Jasper responds.

“Get to the ridge. Radio if you spot anyone following. Harper will stay here on watch,” Miller says.

“Octavia, come one. We need you,” Clarke says as you all head into the cave.

“What the hell happened to her?” Sinclair asks.

“I told you on the radio, Raven is not Raven anymore. None of them are. Jaha has been chipping everyone,” Jasper explains.

“Jasper’s right. I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Clarke confirms.

“I don’t need your help, all right?” Jasper snaps.

“Just take it easy and explain,” You say calmly.

“Jaha is using the chips to control everyone. You swallow it, and it changes you. You forget who you are, and then you see this thing, Alie. Only she’s not really there. She made Raven slit her own wrists. She was trying to get her out of her head. I was trying to help her but –,” Jasper explains.

“Okay, so let’s help her now. Did she say how?” Sinclair interrupts.

“She was working on building something. She needed one of her old wristbands, but Jaha destroyed all of them,” Jasper says.

“Wait a second,” Clarke says before pulling out a little item of some sort. “Does it look like this?” Clarke says.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says.

Suddenly, you notice Raven running away, and you all chase after her, “Don’t let her get away,” Clarke yells.

“It’s just woods. I can’t see anything,” Raven says as everyone goes to restrain her.

“If Raven finds out where we are, so will Alie. She’ll come for her,” Jasper says before sticking something in her neck.

“We have to go,” Clarke says.

“Why? Alie doesn’t know where we are,” Bellamy questions.

“Because I know where we can get a wristband,” Clarke says. You pack everything up and head to some outpost Clarke tells you about.

“I’ll talk to her,” Clarke says.

“I’ll go with you,” You say and get out of the rover.

“I thought you said she was a friend,” Octavia says after noticing the blade the woman is holding.

“We’ll handle it. Just stay here,” Clarke says.

“Skaikru is not welcome here, Wanheda,” The woman says as you approach.

“Niylah, what’s wrong?” Clarke asks the woman.

“She’s waking up. Hurry! Let’s get her inside,” You hear Sinclair.

“Is your father here?” Clarke asks.

“My father’s dead. Part of an army killed by your people while trying to protect you,” Niylah says.

“Niylah, please.” Clarke asks.

“I said no,” She responds.

“We haven’t got time for this. Move! Move!” Bellamy says, coming up with his gun ready. “Get her in there,” Bellamy says.

“I told you my mom was here. If she was chipped, Alie would know,” Monty states.

“That’s why we’re putting her in the back, through there,” Clarke says. “Tie her to the bed,” Clarke says, tossing you some rope.

Raven begins to struggle and takes off her blindfold, “Where the hell am I?” She yells.

“Hold her,” Sinclair says. As she struggles, you all begin to tie her to the bed. She punches you in the face as she fights everyone to find out where she is.

“Hold her hands! Fight it!” Bellamy says as you all are finally able to get her hands and feet restrained.

“Let me go!” She yells as you all watch her.

You walk out from the back with Clarke, Monty, and Sinclair to talk about a game plan. “How the hell do we get that thing out of her head?” You ask.

“Working on it,” Monty replies before Clarke talks to Niylah.

Bellamy walks back to you, “ You okay?” He asks, noticing you rub your face.

“Yeh. You?” You respond.

“Fine,” He responds.

You all file into a different room to figure out how Raven wanted to use the old wristband. “Niylah said we can work in here. So how do we do this?” Clarke says.

“We think Raven wanted to use this wristband to generate an EMP. Which is freakishly brilliant,” Sinclair explains as Monty inspects it.

“Meaning what?” Bellamy asks.

“A targeted electromagnetic pulse could destroy the chip’s circuitry. We could use this to send an EMP along Raven’s own nervous system. Just need to reverse the polarity, wire for external input, and attach a battery,” Sinclair further explains.

“But what would that do to her?” You ask.

“EMPs don’t affect our bodies. But I don’t know the mechanics of how this chip integrates with her brain,” Sinclair says.

“This was Raven’s plan. She wouldn’t do it if it was gonna destroy her brain,” Bellamy says.

“Depends how bad she wanted it out,” Octavia says, coming into the room.

“Regardless, without an electromagnet, this is just talk,” Sinclair says.

“Where do we get one?” You ask.

“The Ark. Every station had a pulsed inductive thruster for maneuvering,” Sinclair says.

“Arkadia’s out of the question. It’s too dangerous, you heard them,” Bellamy states.

“We use the dropship. It has PI thrusters just like the Ark,” Monty says.

“That’s good. Okay. I’ll go salvage the magnet,” Sinclair says.

“Uhh no. You should stay with Raven and figure out how this thing works. I’ll take the rover. Be back by the time you finish the device,” Monty says.

“I’ll go with you,” Octavia says.

“Guys!” You hear Jasper yell from the other room. You get into the room and see Raven trying to get her ties off and Jasper standing there and doing nothing.

“Stop her!” You urge.

“Jasper, get that side,” Bellamy says.

“She’s reopened her wounds. She’s gonna bleed to death. I need bandages.” Clarke says.

“Raven, stop fighting us,” You say as Clarke tries to clean up her wounds.

“Alie. Alie. Alie! Look at me. I know you can hear this. Why are you doing this to her? Let her go,” Jasper says.

“I’ll let her go when you give me what I want. The technology that Clarke carries, it belongs to me,” Raven says in a voice that's not hers.

“No way,” Clarke says.

“Clarke, just give it to her. Clarke!” Jasper says.

“If you let Raven die, you’ll never get it,” Clarke responds. All of a sudden, Raven stops struggling. “Untie her wrist. Hold her steady,” Clarke says and then works on fixing Raven’s shoulder.

“Clarke. She’s never gonna stop trying to get away. We can’t let her hurt herself again. Someone has to stay with her,” You state.

“I’ll be first watch. We’ll take turns,” Clarke says.

“You don't give the orders, Clarke,” Jasper erupts.

“Guess he doesn’t forgive you for murdering his girlfriend,” Raven says.

“Jasper, take a break,” You say before walking back into the front of the outpost.

“Hey, you good?” You hear Bellamy say from behind you.

“Just peachy,” You respond sarcastically. “You?”

“Could be better,” Bellamy says. “You sure you’re good?” He asks, rubbing where Raven punched you.

“Yeh. Just a little scratch,” You say and move his hand from your face.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way,” He says.

“Sorry? You massacred an army that wouldn’t have attacked if it weren’t for you and Pike. Maybe we could’ve avoided this chaos if you stopped him,” You say.

“I understand what I did was wrong, but –” Bellamy starts before you hear Clarke yelling from inside the tradepost. The both of you rush in and pull Clarke out of the room.

“I’ll take next watch,” You say and head into the room with Raven. “Don’t even think about it, Alie, “ You say, knowing that she’ll try to get into your head too. Bellamy and Jasper come in to join you a few moments later, taking the seats on the other side of the table.

“Look at your united front,” Raven says. “Tell me, why do you give Bellamy a pass for murdering your girlfriend? What was her name?” Raven asks.

“Don’t talk about Maya, “ Jasper says under his breath.

“You don’t have to listen to this,” You say.

“Let’s protect Jasper. Jasper’s so sensitive. Jasper’s lost someone. Everyone cater to his feelings. We’ve all lost someone. You don’t see us falling apart. You don’t see us getting wasted. Being useless,” Raven taunts.

“No, you took a pill to take your pain away. You gave up your memories,” Jasper responds.

“But then, why should we expect anything more? You used to get high off people’s medicine. Being a selfish loser was your only move,” Raven says.

“Stop,” Jasper says.

“That’s all we see when we look at you. A coward. A waste of breath. Why do you even bother living? You’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t save me. You can’t even save yourself. You couldn’t save whats-her name,” Raven continues.

“You know her name!” Jasper bursts out.

“Jasper, think. It’s not Raven talking. And you’re giving her what she wants. Go, “You say to Jasper. He thinks a little bit before walking out of the room, realizing you were right.

“And then there were two. The two that couldn’t even save their own parents. Did you know that you two shared that? That you both killed your own parents? You,” Raven taunts, turning her head towards you. “You killed all those guards and yet still failed at saving him. In fact, you killed both of your parents. Even after stealing all that medicine, your mom still didn’t survive her sickness,” Raven says.

“You don’t know me or have a right to speak about my life,” You say.

“And now, you’re trying to run away from that life, the life of a comfortable, privileged, little girl with parents on the Council. You have been ever since you were locked up. Making sure no one knew who you used to be. Pretending to be someone who didn’t have the privileges that you did,” Raven continues.

“What makes you think that?” I question.

“And you,” Raven says, turning her head to Bellamy. “Does it bother you that you don’t get any credit for the genocide at Mount Weather? Clarke gets to be the Commander of Death, but you murdered all these people, too, and you’re just forgotten. Then again…you didn’t get any credit for the culling on the Ark, either. How many people suffocated when you threw away my radio? You know, at least Clarke was saving her own people. You were just saving your own ass. Of course, that’s nothing… compared to killing your own mom. Just. Like. Y/N. You just had to take little sister to her first dance. You might as well have just shoved Aurora out the airlock yourself. Do you think she would be proud of you now? For the kind of leader, you’ve become? Or would she see the truth, like the rest of us do? That you're a follower. Clarke’s been back one day, and you’re already taking orders. Too bad you were never that devoted to Gina,” raven says.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bellamy says back.

“Don’t worry. Gina was already dead when mount weather blew up. And you avenged her, right? I mean, you picked up a gun and slaughtered an army that was sent to protect us. That had nothing to do with blowing sweet Gina to bits. But, hey, a grounders a grounder, right?” Raven says as Niylah enters the room.

“My father… you killed him,” Niylah says and slaps Bellamy.

“Niylah. Niylah. You can’t be in here,” Clarke says as she tries to drag her out.

“It’s too late. Raven’s already seen her. Alie knows we’re here,” jasper says, upset.

You follow Bellamy outside and watch as he kicks a barrel over. Knowing he’s upset. He starts to punch something, and you run towards him. “Bell, Bell. Hey,” You say, taking his hand into yours. “She’s getting into your head, trying to rile you up. Just like she’s done to the rest of us. You know what she said isn’t true,” You say.

“Yes, it is,” He responds.

“Look, yes. Some of the facts are right, but Alie. She doesn’t know the real you,” You say.

He sighs, “Are you ok? I mean the things–,” He starts.

“I’m fine,” You say as you hear a rover approach.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” You say and kiss his cheek. Luckily it was Monty and Octavia.

“What happened?” You ask as Monty just walks past both of you. You all make it back to the room Ravenn is in as Sinclair starts to explain when needs to be done.

“All we have to do is connect her and activate the electromagnet,” Sinclair says. You all start to work on getting everything set up, but Raven struggles and then begins banging her head on the back of the bed.

“She’s trying to kill herself,” Bellamy realizes. You all struggle to restrain her, but it's no use.

“Stop, and I’ll give you this,” Clarke says as she holds up the Flame. Raven immediately stops, and you quickly grab the wristband and put it on Raven.

“No, you lied! You lied! No. No, please, don’t. The MEP will give me brain damage. You know it will. Please, don’t do this,” Raven pleads.

“Don’t listen to her,” Octavia says.

“Please. You know it will! Sinclair, stop! Sinclair, no. No!” Raven continues to plead.

“We’ve only got one shot at this. EMP will fry the wristband, too,” Sinclair says.

“Do it,” Bellamy says. Once everything was ready, Sinclair quickly works to start the EMP.

“What’s happening?” You ask as it seemed like nothing had happened.

“Nothing. We need more power. The battery’s not strong enough,” Sinclair says.

“Well, then get one, that is,” Clarke says.

“The rover,” Monty responds. Monty and Bellamy go to grab the battery from the rover and switch it out for the other battery. Sinclair activates the EMP, and Raven screams out in pain before her body finally relaxes.

“She’s breathing,” You say as you feel her pulse.

“Raven? Come on, Raven. Hey. Come on, wake up,” Clarke says, shaking her.

“What are you doing?” Clarke says as Jasper hastily moves to the other side of the room.

“Don’t move!,” He says, placing the box with the Flame in it on the table.

“No. You can’t. No. Give it back,” Clarke says.

“Alie did that to Raven. She’s never gonna get this!” Jasper says as he gets ready to smash the Flame.

“Don’t! Stop. it’s Lexa. part of her is still in there. I saw them cut it out of her head. I’m not…” Clarke says before stopping herself.

“What is it?” Bellamy asks.

“Both the AIs were made by the same person. Both tap into human consciousness. They must work similarly, right?” Clarke asks.

“Well, there’s probably only one pathway to consciousness, so it’s possible, yeah,” Sinclair says.

“What does this have to do with anything?” Octavia asks.

“I’ve seen an AI get removed before. Help me get her on her side,” Clarke says, and you all work to move Raven. “Get that med kit from my bag,” Clarke requests and cuts into the back of Raven’s neck. Soon enough, a gross goo comes out of her neck.

“What is that?” You ask.

“It must be whatever’s left of the chip,” Sinclair says. Soon enough, Raven starts to wake up.

“I never thought i’d be so happy to see someone in pain,” Octavia says, noticing how stiff Raven is from all of the pain she put herself in.

“I could’ve saved my mom,” Monty says. Making you realize that his mom had died when they went to the Dropship. He walks out of the room before anyone could say anything.

“Alie knows we're here. We gotta move,” Bellamy says, and you all begin to pack up.

You go to wrap some cloth around the hand that Bellamy injured, “You’ll recover,” You say.

“Will I?” He responds. “What do you do when you realize…you might not be the good guy?” He questions.

“Maybe there are no good guys,” You respond. You start to walk off to help load the rover, but Bellamy grabs your arm.

“Hey. Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t want to tal–” Bellamy says.

“We need to go,” You say, pushing him off and going to load the rover.

“Hey. there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why did Alie want you to kill yourself?” Clarke asks Raven.

“Because I know why she wants a second AI,” Raven says.

“Why?” Bellamy questions.

“It’s the only thing that can stop her,” Raven reveals.

“Then let’s stop her. We survive together,” Octavia says, and you all get into the rover.

A/N: Welcome back to the world of the 100. Sorry for the hiatus, and thanks for reading.

#The 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 imagine #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #octavia blake #clarke griffin #monty green #raven reyes #jasper jordan #100virago

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kentukuu · 1 year

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Bellamy Blake x Reader: You Didn’t catch me when I fell

A/n - This is my first fic so definitely bare with me lmao, I might be updating slow and there might be some grammar issues. (I’m also uploading this on a03)

This fic takes place during the end of season 2 and will go through season 3 and maybe 4 aswell, it going to be a long ride. It has been awhile since I watched the show so not everything will be 100% accurate. Hope you enjoy :)

Warning(s): Violence, fluff, mt weather, NSFW (in later chapters), torture, slowburn, distrust, Bellamy, Pike, Clarke, Dante, Cage.

Summary: Y/N always thought Bellamy would protect and defend her after they had gotten close during their time together on the dropship, But after she nearly died at Mt weather while he did nothing but watch. Y/N realized how wrong she was.

Pt 2

Bellamy Blake. He was a handsome man that many loved, praised and desired. He was strong, a fighter. He would do anything thing to protect the people he loved. He would kill for them, fight for them or perhaps even kill them. Y/N thought she was one he would do anything for. She thought he would kill for her as he would Clarke and Octavia, oh how she was so very, very wrong.

Y/N lies in the dimly lit room inside Mount Weather, her friends and the people she loves are chained and tied up around the room she lay in. The metal of the table Y/N lays on is cold, making goose flesh form on the low of her back. She tried to fight the people who were planning on bleeding her to death, kicking, screaming and gripping whatever she could reach. Y/N knew her destiny once her body was bound to this table she now lay on. She would die here. She will die here. They will drill into her body, bleeding her to death while simultaneously drilling the bone marrow from her body. She’s seen friend after friend die the same death while she’s been in this room, Y/N heard their pleading screams ripping from their throats and eventually the gurgle of their last breath, time after time.

She felt the doctors tighten the leather cuffs around her feet as a soldier held her shoulders and upper body down with them. She needs to get out of here. She needs to live to see Bellamy, Octavia, Murphy, and Clarke again. Y/N doesn’t want to die here, she can’t die here. The urge to continue fighting fills her body, she can feel her blood turn hot beneath her skin. She can almost feel herself gaining strength as the urge to fight boils her blood to the point of almost boiling over. She fights the soldier holding her down, lifting her shoulders up away from the cold table beneath her, her right hand has been bound and her left was still being held down by another soldier in the room. She opens her mouth like a feral animal before going in for the kill, her jaw snaps towards her prey; the soldier hovering over her. With her head leading, her shoulders move up farther than they had before with the rapid head movement. It all happens so fast. First, she was moving toward the soldier with her jaw open ready to bite him. Then, she had made contact with the skin of his neck, locking her jaw as tight as she could against his warm soft flesh. She pulled her head back toward the table with force smacking her head with a loud bang. When her head made contact the lights above her shone bright and the yelling that surrounded her turned faint as her ears rang with an unfathomable deafening pitch. She stayed like that for mere seconds before she refocused her sight and hearing. Yelling, lots of it occupying the large but cramped room. Above her was the soldier she had bitten, thick red blood was gushing from the gaping wound she had left in his neck when she pulled the flesh from his body. He was struggling to stand. With a hand to his neck, he wobbled around before eventually, he fell to the floor with a thud on the hard concrete. Y/N felt the taste of blood in her mouth, coating her teeth and tongue with a metallic iron taste. Turning her head to the side to face her friends. Her family, tied to the wall she was now facing, horrified, disgusted and proud looks littered their faces, the radiating look on her best friend, Miller’s face had caught her eye. Thick red blood dripped from the side of her slightly open mouth while she was facing the others. Smiling at Miller, revealing the thick metallic red liquid coating her teeth, proudly showing her best friend the art she had created in her mouth with the soldier's blood.

The leather cuffs were finally finished being placed around her wrists and neck, binding her to the table. Sealing her death, like it was an envelope being ready to be sealed and shipped.

In the security room, Bellamy, Clarke and Monty were watching the horrific scene unfold in front of them. “We need to end this now,” Bellamy demanded grabbing the fabric covering Clarke’s forearm and attempting to get her full attention, trying to convince her to pull the lever and end everything, saving their people and getting out of this damned mountain. “No, not yet.” she said “This isn't enough we need to wait for Cage to accept the offer before we do anything.” she pulled the Walkie-talkie to her face, pressing the button on the side before saying “If you don’t let them go, your dad is dead. Last chance” She loaded the gun in her hands and pointed it at Dante waiting for the static of the walkie-talkie to return awaiting Cage's answer, he was taking too long. Dante started to speak but before his voice could even mutter a reasonable word, Clarke pressed the button on the side of the walkie-talkie again shamelessly pointing her gun at his chest and pulling the trigger. The explosion of the bullet leaving The chamber and shooting across the room toward Dante's chest echoed through the security room and cages walkie-talkie as well. The Bullet lodged itself into Dante's chest, splattering blood into the fabric of his t-shirt. He choked and gurgled on the blood entering his throat and mouth and blocking all of his airways, He eventually fell to ground the with a thump in the now silent security room, blood pooling beneath his body, as he lay there motionless. Clarke turned away from the scene, eyes locking onto the screens of the room which were showing Y/N's body shaking and quaking as she attempted to get away from the brutal pain, as their friends were tied to the wall, some trying to look away while others couldn’t take their eyes off the scene in front of them. Bellamy couldn’t bring himself to look away from Dante’s body, the man had helped Bellamy when he infiltrated the mountain, he helped Bellamy stop his own people, but he had changed his mind. Why? Why did he change his mind, he could’ve talked his son out of doing these things if he had stayed on Bellamy and the 47’s side. Though now, he had no mind to change, no mind to control, he had nothing, he would never see the outside again, would never return to the ground with his people, he lost his life, he lost everything because of Clarke.

In the dorm, Y/N lay on the table, wailing and begging for mercy. Cage burst into the room, stepping in puddles of thick red blood left behind from those killed the same way Y/N was about to be, with his entrance the narrow extraction project came to a halt as the doctors and soldiers looked towards him, leaving Mira’s helpless body, waiting for an order. As he paced around the room making up his mind, a hand on his chin and the other on his hip as he walked back and forth, finally, he came to a decision. “Take her off” he pointed to Y/N The doctors opened their mouths to detest but before they could even spit their greedy words the soldiers were already unbuckling the thick leather wrist and neck straps from around her ankles, neck and wrists. “Put her on instead.” Cage pointed at Abby, the short slim woman pulled on the cuffs around her wrists, above her head, trying to find some way out of this deeming situation before she was captured into the hands of the metal table and various drills that awaited her. Though her being chosen in replacement to die next instead of Y/N wasn’t on a whim, she was Clarke's mother, Cage wanted what the grounders call, blood for blood. She kills his father while he listens on the other line so he kills her mother while she watches and listens in the security room as revenge.

The soldiers harshly picked Y/N from the table, dragging her cold, bleeding body over from the table to the wall next to Jasper. They tied her up by the wrist above her head, she was too weak to stand so when the soldiers let go of her body after they locked the cuffs above her head she fell to the ground, pulling her shoulders out of socket from the weight and pressure of her weak body hurdling toward the ground. Leaving Y/N hanging in pain, the soldiers walked over to their next victim, her thrashing body and pleading, deafening screams filled the room, the room, grew gloomy and cold when the famed ark doctor got picked up and thrown onto the table by the two soldiers. Not wasting time, and avoiding the mistakes they had made with Y/N, they hastily bound the woman to the table, her impending death. Before the doctors could start their ‘treatment’, her partner, Kane began begging and pleading for her as he did for every other person but, this time he tried harder, offering to donate the much-needed bone marrow to the mountain men, so they could stop the killing and torturing with his hopes being that they would let everyone go home, free. But to no avail, the mountain men refused his offer, claiming that the sky people would not donate, which was indeed true after what the mountain men had done to their children and friends. Eventually, Kane’s pleads were drained out by the sound of two things, first, the drills, the doctors stood at the side of the metal table next to Abby’s given-up body, sounding the drills and aligning them to Abby’s hip, pausing before they start the next phase. Then, Abby’s scream, the second the drill sliced and ripped through her skin the sound that came from her lungs was horrendous, monstrous and deafening, her shrieks, wails and carried screams shook the room and everyone inside it, including the ones watching from another room.

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locker42 · 2 years

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Bounty Hunter - It’s All Over

Warnings: violence, blood, injuries.

Pairing: Bellamy x Grounder!reader.

Word count: 3134.

Series Masterlist.

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“I’ll go with you.” You suggested, looking towards Octavia who nodded her head in agreement. You started walking towards the exit of the throne room but Bellamy’s hand on your arm stopped you. You turned around and saw his face, disapproval clear.

“Bellamy-“

“No, we’re not splitting up.” He said and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I know how to handle myself. And besides, as much as I hate to admit it, we need Pike for now and I can’t let Octavia kill him. Not yet.” You tired to convince him but yet his face didn’t change. You sighed and cupped his cheek with your hand, running your thumb over his cheekbone, careful not to hurt his bruise right next to it. “This is war, Bellamy. I have to do what I have to do. I’ll make it back to you, I promise.”

It took him a few seconds before he nodded. “Fine. But I’m not willing to lose you or my sister, so be careful. Okay?”

“Always.”

However you didn’t fully know if that was true. You didn’t know if you’d make it back to him or even if you will survive this or not. So you decided to make the most of it and stepped closer to him, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his, ignoring all the other people in the room. His hand immediately went to the back of your head as he held you close with his other one.

“I love you, Bellamy.” You whispered as your pulled away.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

“See you later.” You said before turning around and walking off to where Octavia went, ignoring any regret or doubts. This was not the time to have second thoughts about anything.

You stared at your knife, trying to ignore the hope inside you that you may won’t have to use it. But you knew it was impossible. Things were already out of control and you knew that the plan of not killing g any of these people was not possible whatsoever. You hoped that if you would make it out alive, you’ll finally have a chance of peace. Where there will be no killing, no blood shed and no battle to fight. You help onto that hope with every inch of your heart because you knew it was the only motivation left in you to keep fighting.

“You’re burning up.” Miller’s voice cut through your thoughts. You turned your gaze to Bryan who was laying on the couch, his face was pale and there was sweat on his forehead. “I’m fine.” He said, but it was hard to believe due to the condition he was in. Pike walked towards him and put his hand on his forehead. “Wound is infected.”

“I’m sorry for the way things happened.” Bryan said in a weak voice.

“That was another war.” Pike said and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Better take him to Abby.” He said and turned to Miller.

“Copy that.” He said and got up. “I’ll come right back.”

They both grabbed Brayan by his arms and started pulling him up from the couch. He stood up, bouncing his balance on his good leg. “I’m not letting you fight alone.” He said to Pike, and although his tone was determined you could hear the pain and exhaustion in his voice.

“He won’t be alone.” Octavia said quietly from where she was sharpening her sword. The sound of the rock scratching against the blade always gave you goosebumps - either excitement or fear. This time, you didn’t really know what to feel.

“You see? Come on.” Miller’s voice made to turn back to him. Bryan wrapped his arm over his shoulders as he helped him walk towards the exit of the room, leaving Octavia, Pike and you alone.

“If we’re gonna survive this, we’ll need to stand together.” Pike said. You saw right through his words. He was scared, scared of the consequences of his actions. He was smart enough to know that Lincoln’s death will not pass by Octavia or you.

Whilst you rolled your eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of a decent conversation, Octavia was the one who chose to reply.

“Now you say that.” She didn’t glance at him, focusing on the sharpening of her blade. Her response left Pike quiet as he walked to the balcony.

“Here they come.” He announced after a few seconds. You pulled out your knives, knowing already that not killing anyone or hurting them was not an option. They were emotionless robots, not able to feel any sort of pain. You needed to be prepared. Octavia came to stand beside you as you waited in anticipation for the intruders to come, her sword gripped tightly in her hand.

“Okay. The first wave is small.” Pike started, you listened to him, knowing this wasn’t a time for revenge or pettiness. “We do this Bellamy’s way. We let them in. We take them down. We tie them up. Clear?” Pike instructed. You ignored the chill that went down your spine when he said Bellamy’s name and nodded, keeping your eyes focused on the edge of the balcony. The first man arrived, but your attention was cut to Octavia slicing Pike’s thigh with her sword.

“Octavia, no!” You called out and tired to help him but she quickly pulled your arm. “No, Eretria.” She said, not bothering with more explanation.

“You need to put your anger aside or else none of us with be alive. We do this Bellamy’s way.” You said but her eyes focused on the men who were beating Pike. “Octavia. You can’t let your anger over Lincoln affect this. This isn’t the time.”

She turned to you, glaring. “You considered him your brother and now you lecture me about letting the person who killed him suffer?”

You just shook your head at her, refusing to think about him and stepped forward to continue the plan. You punched one of them, drawing his attention and quickly delivered another one to delay his response. He threw his punch, aiming for your cheek but you dodged and used the momentum to flip him over your shoulder. You turned and kicked his head as hard as you could, knowing it was the only way to hold him down at the moment. Suddenly you were grabbed from behind, an arm around your neck. You stabbed the person’s arm several times but he didn’t let go. You reached back and stabbed him as deep as you could but nothing made him release you.

“O, what are you doing?” You heard Bellamy’s voice as he entered the room, eyes stopped on you. You took your chance and stabbed him again but his grip only got stronger. “Bellamy, no.” Octavia called before you heard a gunshot and the guy behind you fell, dead. You dropped beside him, trying to catch your breath. There were a few more gunshots before you saw Bellamy beside you.

“Hey, hey, I got you. Are you okay?” He asked you, a worried look taking over his features. You nodded and grabbed his shoulders, not trusting your voice yet. You stood up with him and pointed at Pike. He understood you and went over to help him off the floor. “She cut me.” Pike said, glaring at Octavia. You didn’t have to time to agree or disagree due to more people climbing on top of the balcony, dropping in front of you.

“Come on. We got to go.” Bellamy said and began walking to the door, helping a limping Pike. You clenched your jaw and joined them.

“We can’t give up the room.” Pike protested.

“We already have.” Bellamy responded, pulling him along. You reached the exit and as you turned around to close the doors you saw Kane climbing on the balcony as well. You ignored him and shut the door.

“Help me.” Bellamy called as he brought a furniture to block the door with. You quickly grabbed your own and helped him.

“I told you, you need to get yourself under control if we’re gonna survive this.” Pike said as he and Octavia moved a dresser to block the door. She ignored him, focusing on pinning the dresser to the door. You leaned back on the door, pressing yourselves against it. Although you couldn’t see her, you heard the thumps on the door as Octavia banged her head against it.

“O? O, listen to me.” Bellamy said, catching her attention. “I know how you feel. I let my need for revenge put me on the wrong side. I don’t want that for you.” He said, surprisingly calm given the situation you were in. The door pushed against you, almost knocking you to the ground but you all stabilized yourselves. Another after another you kept pressing onto the door as they tried to get through. You knew you didn’t have much time before they will break through the door.

“You keep it closed. I’ll get more for the barricade.” Octavia said, speaking your thoughts. Bellamy nodded and she ran off to find more furniture to put against the door.

“Wasn’t the wrong side.” Pike said after she left. “If the Grounder army was still there when Lexa died, they would have attacked, and you know it.” You kept your mouth shut, focusing on your balance as the banging continued. You knew it wasn’t the time.

“I wanted to see things like you. I needed that, to believe that they were bad and we were good. I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t hurt you even in the slightest, his actions did cause a lot of damage to your people. However you knew what he was going through - the guilt, the realization that you did something wrong, that you were reckless. You knew he didn’t need more accusations. “I just know I have to live with what I’ve done.” He finished, leaning his head on the door and closing his eyes. You carefully slipped your hand on his, not looking at him when he glanced at you.

As you prevented them from breaking through the door, you kept loading stuff on top of each other to keep a functioning barricade. Miller and Bryan rejoined you and helped you.

“Look out.” You said as you threw a chair on top of the pile, Miller throwing a small chest afterwards.

“This isn’t gonna hold for long.” Bryan said as he pressed himself against the barricade.

“How the hell they even get in here?” Miller asked in frustration.

“Doesn’t matter.” Bellamy said from beside you. “This is where we make our stand.”

“Sounds like there’s a lot of them.” He said, pausing due to another push against the door. “May be time to go to guns.”

“We have something better than guns.” Pike said from behind you, making you all turn to him. “Surprise.”

You agreed to his plan, setting everything up in order to get the it done. You stood at the end of the hallway, waiting for them to come to you.

“Wait, Kane.” Octavia said, her hands up, signaling they were here. “Wait. I give up.”

You heard their footsteps in the water, getting closer and closer. “I’ll take the chip.” Octavia continued her act.

“Good.” Came Kane’s response. “No one else has to die ever. Maybe you can convince your mentor of that.”

“Indra’s alive?” She asked, her tone surprised.

“Yes, on the cross suffering needlessly.” You clenched your jaw at his words, feeling yourself getting angrier. “Now!” Octavia yelled. You stepped up and threw the batons in the water, watching as they all dropped down to the ground.

“The charge is clear. Hurry up, let’s get their weapons.” Pike ordered as he and Bryan stepped forward. You followed them, taking every weapon you could find and keeping some to yourself. You eventually ran to the throne room, settling a barricade to spare some time until you had to fight them. You gripped your knives in your hands, your eyes focused on the door as bang after bang was heard through the room. The barricade has fallen, people entering the room, ready to attack. But so were you.

“Here we go.” Bellamy’s voice was the last thing you heard before it all turned to chaos. You leaped forward, punching the guy in front of you then stabbing him in his leg and pushing him to the ground. Another one came at you with a wooden stick, aiming for your head but you dodged and sliced his side, snatching his weapon and knocking him out with it. It was dropped to the floor when you received a punch to your jaw, making you stumble back a little. You quickly collected yourself before swaying your fist to the side of his head, knocking him to the ground.

You saw a woman making her way to the throne but you quickly grabbed her and threw her to the floor as hard as you could, rising up just in time to block a hit coming you way and stabbing that person in his shoulder before kicking his chest. You took a breath in, only for it to be knocked out of you as an unexpected force pushed your to the ground. He punched you and went for your knife but you recovered quickly and punched him, ignoring the pain gathering in your knuckles and your muscles straining. You pushed him off of you and began to sit up but something had stopped you. You saw Bellamy laying with Kane on top of him, hands around his throat. He tried to fight him but it was no use.

“Bellamy!” You called as you got up and ran to knock Kane off him but another body sent you collapsing to the floor. As he landed punches on your face the other kicked your stomach. You acted immediately and sent your knife through his heart, pulling out and in again before throwing him off of you. You then grabbed the other one’s leg, pulling and sending him to the floor as well. You crawled on top of him, ignoring the pain in your stomach and you punched him several time before knocking him out with the butt of your knife.

You glanced at Bellamy, ready to go and help him but another guy took you down, you stabbed him but he just wrapped his hands around your throat, cutting your airway. You raised your knife and sent it straight to his temple. He dropped on top of you, dead. You got up from underneath him and stumbled a bit. Before you could comprehend what was coming at you you were punched in the face. You almost fell but quickly regained your posture and started fighting back. Sending your knives to different places, trying to hit him but he didn’t budge.

You were growing tired and weak, your time was borrowed and you knew it. As another punch after another was sent to your face you stayed on your feet, refusing to go out, to give up. With every last energy you had in you you leaped forward and knocked into him, sending you both to the floor. You used your advantage and plugged your knife into his heart, twisting it and then pulling out. With much struggle, you got back up, embracing yourself for the next hit. But it never came. Instead you saw people dropping to the ground from pain, stopping their attack. Screams of agony and pain were heard, but your eyes were searching for one person in particular; Bellamy. You saw him laying on the floor, Kane no longer choking him. You walked as fast as you could to him and dropped to the ground, helping him sit up.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” You said as his eyes met yours. You smiled softly and brushed his hair away from his face. “It’s over, it’s all over. She did it.”

He took your hand that was caressing his face and squeezed it gently, making you wince due to the pain. His eyes darted to your bloody hand to examine it but you pulled his face to look back at you. “It’s okay, it’s all okay.” You repeated as you hugged him close to you. You eyes fell on Kane, staring at Bellamy and then at his hands.

“Hey.” You said, drawing his attention. “Don’t spiral out with guilt, this wasn’t you, it was Alie. And she paid, she’s gone. So don’t blame yourself for this because you did nothing wrong.”

He don’t say anything just looked at you and nodded slightly. You nodded back at him before focusing back on Bellamy. “Let’s get you up.” You said and helped him stand up, even though you weren’t the most stable option for that. You put your hand on your stomach and held yourself from dabbling over, clenching your jaw and breathing through your pain.

“Hey.” Bellamy’s soft voice drew you back to him. “Are you okay? You can lean on me.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m fine, just gotta breath it out.” You looked up, seeing Clarke recovering from everything that’s happened, still seated on the throne. “Go check on Clarke.”

“Are you sure? I-“ he went to argue but you quickly shut down the idea.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go.” With an assuring look from you he finally went over to her and helped her off the chair.

From the corner of your eye you saw Octavia. You locked eyes before she glanced at Pike, then back at you. You nodded before you could even think, knowing that the kill was hers and that he needed to die. Lincoln’s death is something you have yet to face it and you knew that grief was buried inside you, you just didn’t let it out yet. However the sadness and the anger were still there along with the thirst of revenge. You waited, without noticing you waited in anticipation for Octavia to kill him. You wanted to do it, so bad, but you knew people like Octavia. You knew she needed to do it more than you.

You didn’t notice anything as you focused on Octavia and Pike. His almost relieved face was gone as she pushed her sword through his heart. She pushed deeper, and you felt a small satisfaction as he winced in pain, but didn’t let it show as you glared at him. She pulled the sword out and he fell to the ground, blood soaking the carpet beneath him. Her gaze stayed on him before she turned to you. You nodded, silently thanking her. She nodded back before turning around and walking out of the room.

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prpfs · 1 year

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Okay, let's try this one more time! I'm 21F looking for a fandom roleplay! I mostly roleplay OC x CC, and yes, I am open to doubling as I much prefer doing so. The only form of CC x CC I would be interested in is crackships or problematic ships.

I prefer roleplays to be semi lit to literature, but NEVER novella as I don't want me or you to get burned out. I also enjoy OOC Chats, aesthetic/mood board sharing and headcanon sharing, so it would be nice if we can partake in that as well.

As for the fandoms I'm looking to roleplay, the list is below along with the characters that I would like to roleplay against. The characters in bold are who I prefer, but are DEFINITELY NOT required to play as.

The Last of Us/The Last of Us Part Two - Ellie, Dina or Abby.

Chainsaw Man - Power, Kobeni, Himeno, Makima or Reze.

Arcane: League of Legends - Vi, Caitlyn or Jinx.

The Legend of Vox Machina - Pike, Keyleth or Vex.

Helluva Boss - Octavia or Verosika.

Kingdom Hearts - Larxene, Namine, Xion or Aqua.

Attack on Titan (HEAVILY PREFER AUs) - Mikasa, Annie, Historia or Sasha.

Wednesday - Enid or Wednesday.

If you are interested, please add me on Discord at unluckiestmember#9812 🫀

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#last of us roleplay #chainsaw man rp #arcane league of legends #the legend of vox machina #helluva boss rp #kingdom hearts rp #attack on titan rp #wednesday rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #ocxcc #cc x cc

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stranger things, wings of fire, the last of us (tv and game), and the 100

stranger things

favorite male character: lucas and steve

favorite female character: el and nancy

least favorite character: nobody hates billy more than i do

prettiest character: nancy or robin

funniest character: erica

favorite season: s3 probably, even though i really do love all the seasons s3 is just so comforting to me. i just love the aesthetic of s3 and the elmax scenes, it’s just a really fun season, and summer 2019 was a pretty good time in my life so i have a lot of good memories associated with s3. also that’s when we were introduced to robin for the first time :’)

favorite episode: dear billy or mall rats

favorite romantic ship: i am elmax's #1 fan, i loved them since s2. i do also really love ronance, and some honorable mentions are byler, henclair, jargyle, steddie, buckingham and stonathan. i pretty much ship everything that isn’t canon LOL

favorite family ship: willel + jonathan, and i headcanon max & steve, max & nancy, steve & robin as all being familial relationships so i love those too

favorite friendship: the fruity four, scoops troop, will & robin, max & robin, max & the party, steve & the party (just the whole party with each other in general tbh)

worst ship: h*rringrove, or really any ship with billy in it since i saw some people shipping him with eddie too…if anyone’s reading this and you ship billy with anybody stay the hell away from me thanks. m*leven also sucks just let them be platonic besties pls

wings of fire

favorite male character: starflight my beloved

favorite female character: carnelian…she’s literally just a background character who appeared in one book but i love her so much she had so much potential. and i really like tsunami and snowfall too

least favorite character: riptide he sucks, he’s not even remotely interesting

prettiest character: glory or blaze

funniest character: qibli or sunny

favorite season (arc): the first arc will always hold a special place in my heart

favorite episode (book): i loved a dangerous gift so much

favorite romantic ship: a tie between blacier and snowlynx

favorite family ship: the dragonets of destiny, tsunami & anemone & turtle, glory & deathbringer (i headcanon them as familial instead of romantic)

favorite friendship: the jade winglet

worst ship: ripnami, glorybringer, any of the DoD shipped with each other

the last of us

favorite male character: this is a basic answer but joel. i love him sm he’s my dad

favorite female character: riley :((

least favorite character: if abby has 1000 haters im still one of them. if she has 1 hater its me. if abby has 0 haters it means i have left this world. (david also is obviously awful but my first instinct was to say abby)

prettiest character: dina <3

funniest character: ellie

favorite season: the first game is the only game. tlou 2 who?

favorite episode: left behind

favorite romantic ship: rellie and dellie

favorite family ship: joel & ellie, ellie & dina & jj, i also love ellie & tommy and ellie & tess

favorite friendship: ellie & sam, ellie & jessie & dina

worst ship: ellie with any man, ellie x abby is also a terrible ship though

the 100

favorite male character: murphy

favorite female character: octavia and clarke

least favorite character: honestly fuck kane, finn, titus, cage, cadogan and pike i hate them all. i’m also not a fan of abby

prettiest character: octavia and raven <3

funniest character: murphy although octavia had some funny moments in the earlier seasons too

favorite season: 2, 5, 6

favorite episode: either eden (s5 ep1) or nevermind (s6 ep7)

favorite romantic ship: niytavia, clexa, and lunaven are so special to me. i also like bellarkecho as an ot3

favorite family ship: CLARKE AND MADI they’re seriously everything to me

favorite friendship: clarke & raven, octavia & madi, echo & madi, madi & murphy, clarke & murphy, raven & murphy

worst ship: i can’t ship bellamy and clarke without echo, so b*llarke ig. i also don’t really care for raven & murphy romantically, i think they work better as friends, and maybe i’m really biased towards loving niytavia but i just hated octavia and levitt

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#sorry this took me forever to complete #but i had fun doing this hehe ty for asking! <3 #ask

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romulanslutempire · 8 months

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So, in editing this stupidly long — 08:56, to be specific — Sera and Manu vid that’s set across the multitimelineverse, I’ve been getting a few more concrete ideas from the footage I’ve maniped together for my current verses, including the convoluted, but dearly beloved (to me), Destroyer of Worlds, which is essentially an AU of an AU, following on from A Quality of Mercy with Admiral Pike making the terrible decision™ to wake Khan after encountering the Botony Bay instead of Captain Kirk, hoping he will join their cause, which… he does, except it offsets an even darker timeline that was never supposed to exist.

From there I’ve basically cannibalised a bunch of “Bad Future” bits and bobs across various Trek and a few other sources with a dash of inspiration from the Mirror Universe as well. But all of that is a TL;DR post for another time.

Anyway, back to Sera and Manu, I was trying to figure out where to put their first meeting and incorporate him into the verse in general — Sera I already solidly have a complete arc for. And now I’m inclined to have it occur after she’s exiled by La’an after their biggest bust up yet (the girlies will stop fighting eventually, but La’an at this point is still forever salty about alt!Kirk with no interest in amends) from the ISS Puget Sound II.

[ Insert that Krinn quote here about pride and downfall being the natural evolution of it. ]

Sera then sarcastic Vulcan salutes her way back onto her shuttle with the intention of going after Khan by herself (third time’s the charm, right?) but a navigational glitch puts her in Gorn space instead.

Enter Manu Noonien-Singh, AKA the planetary nursery MVP, best big brother, Gorn hunter, Lewis Tan looking fine and divine, ritual schmitual, Mr. Brawn and Brains.

He saves her from becoming lizard chow and welcomes her aboard his stolen starship the Wrath, and I figure they have a few adventures of their own together on their way back to Deep Space 19, which is Resistance HQ, since that’s literally the only “home” Sera has left, along with one of the few safe spaces in the Quadrant for non-Humans.

And that’s very much a midway point where they both then get involved on the space station with Admiral James Insane-Middle-Name Kirk, which is awkward for Sera. For. So. Many. Reasons. Even though this James is not the James she pew pew’d with an antique.

Long conversation short with myself, it’s a good solid place to establish more canon with them, and with Manu and Sera both essentially being independent there’s also the capacity for them to go off-station for missions as and when they’re needed.

And then, obviously, at some point, La’an will be back, and that’s where the aforementioned in previous musings Echo/Bellamy/Octavia style arc comes in to play, followed by eventual actual forgiveness instead of their dynamic being teeth clenched teamwork under the mutual agreement “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

The sparring scene from The 100 says it all for how I visualise it initially going with Octavia/La’an being like, “No, I will not forgive this murderer for something she did [X] amount of years ago, alternate timeline or not.” And Bellamy/Manu being like, “I’m not justifying it, but who she was then is not who she is now.”

Additional Manu/Sera adventures and notes include:

An encounter with the Augments who inform Khan that not one but two of his descendants are still alive… and both of them are working for the Resistance.

Introducing each other to different beverages: Manu to kali-fal and Sera to tea practice.

Hanging out in the holosuite.

Intimate exchanges of truths.

Manu being captured by the Orion Syndicate and forced into an underground fighting ring. Sera then has to get the green body paint out to infiltrate the arena to rescue him.

Manu imparting his knowledge about the Gorn to Sera, including how to interpret their light signals.

Manu learning about Romulan culture to better understand her.

Manu becoming the one person in the world that Sera trusts implicitly.

Manu thinking Sera’s ears are elegant and pretty.

Rescuing a group of refugees from a Gorn breeding planet.

Sera eventually giving Manu her true name (and heart).

Sera giving Manu a crash course in (old) Earth history, including memes and the best of Toronto cuisine, to make up for his lost youth on the breeding planet.

Sera teaching Manu how to read, write, and speak Romulan, only to be surprised by how quickly he picks it up. (What? He’s good with his tongue.)

Stopping the Serene Squall after they raid a Resistance supply ship carrying essential dilithium for the cause.

Training together and showing each other new moves from their respective fighting styles.

#*#verse: destroyer of worlds #tl;dr w/ myself #also a reminder that i do at some point need to outline this verse properly and make a timeline for it #because i’ve added and changed a few things since it’s inception #i’ll consider it a goal for when i’ve finished this goddamn vid #ship: sera x manu #ship: manu x sera

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See I’m torn bc I liked Pike in the end but he killed Lincoln. I LOVED Lincoln. So I do think his death was justified and it was okay that O did it. But the fact that the show/pike is telling us and O that that is wrong, I feel bad and weird

Well, I mean, he should have been punished for his crimes, among them killing Lincoln. But what Octavia did was revenge.

This is why we have laws and prisoners are supposed to go through a fair and just legal system and a jury of their own peers and such.

It’s not supposed to be “you did me wrong so I get to kill you.”

Killing Pike did not bring Lincoln back. It did not make Octavia feel better, feel less pain, or bring her back from the edge. In fact, it pushed her deeper into her breakdown.

There is actually no way that killing Pike was the right thing to do. I suppose that was the grounder way, but I’ve always thought the grounder “blood for blood” was pretty damn barbaric. And it was posed that way on the show.

I mean, shouldn’t you THINK that murder is bad?

And it wasn’t actually Pike that told Octavia that killing him was wrong. That was Octavia’s mind. It was OCTAVIA telling herself it was wrong. It was her being faced with what had made her a monster.

Pike could have had a redemption arc, too. Octavia took away his chance to make up for what he’d done, meanwhile, Octavia herself killed more people than Pike, her OWN people, and did far more to destroy their opportunities, but she got chance after chance to redeem herself.

I mean does Lincoln’s death count more than all the people Octavia killed because you liked him more?

I try to have the same rules for the characters I like as the characters I don’t. It’s easier because these aren’t real people. But if I can forgive Clarke for what she’s done, and Bellamy for what he’s done, then I look to see if I can see whether I can forgive Pike for what he’s done and Octavia for what she’s done. Pike never got a chance to redeem himself, although he seemed like he was starting to, and Octavia is on her way back. What makes Pike so much worse than Octavia that he doesn’t deserve the same consideration? HE actually accepted that he’d been wrong and immediately started working with Indra. He let go of his brutal past to try to start a better future. Pike was FAR more reasonable than Octavia, even if they had similar ruthless tendencies when reacting from trauma.

But it’s your choice.

#the 100 #octavia x pike #gray morality #redemption #vengeance

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wintersxani · 2 years

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𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. | Octavia Blake x fem!reader

Warning(s): discussion of death, angst, grief, anger, ending of friendship

Word Count: 743

Characters: Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, mentions of Lincoln, Jasper, and Pike

Summary: After an event that changes Octavia, your best friend, for good; she shuts you out and pushes you away for good.

It had been only a few hours since Lincoln was killed. You had been waiting in the cave with Bellamy whilst Octavia went to rescue Lincoln, only to find out what had happened when they all came back.

You had noticed that Lincoln wasn't with anyone first, but Bellamy had beaten you to it to speak on it; and that ended in him getting beaten badly by his own sister. Nobody did anything about it as Octavia striked her brother across the face repeatedly, and you couldn't even do anything yourself because you had still been processing everything going on.

Night had fallen, and you had all stayed in the same cave that night. It was quiet. Nobody knew what to say, or they were too afraid to speak. You wanted to go comfort Octavia, like you had when Jasper had been speared and taken by grounders, but this was different.

You knew your best friend, and you knew she wasn't the same person she was a day ago; but you had to try. If anyone could reach her besides Bellamy, it was you. So, you walked over to the fire where she sat alone, gazing into the flames emotionlessley, jaw tightening as you approached.

"Octavia... can we talk?" You asked, as you crouched beside her, pulling your hair out of your face. She kept her eyes on the orange blaze ahead of her, not even bothering to look over to you, or even speak a word.

"O, we need to talk about what happened... please, tell me what happened to Linc-" You had tried to say, but she growled; "don't" before you could finish his name. Your mouth remained open, unsure of what to do, or what to say. You could feel the others eyes on the two of you, but they were just as hopeless as you had been.

"Don't say his name." She said lowly, finally turning to face you. A look of pure hatred was splattered across her enraged face, eyes glaring deep into your soul. You had never seen her look at you this way before, and it honestly frightened you. "You. You played a part in this." She spat, pointing to your jacket. "You could've done something, just as Bellamy could've. But neither of you did." She said with no emotion, but anger fueling within her orbs. "The two most important people in my life took away my home-" She began, but this time you intervened.

"Octavia- I tried. You think I wanted to do what Pike demanded of me? No, I didn't-" You tried to attest, but she quickly took your words from you once again. "But you carried them out anyway. What a noble guard member you are, y/n. You knew he wanted Lincoln dead. You knew how to get him out. You knew you could've told me, but you didn't do any of that. We were supposed to be better than the Ark, but you all turned out worse, and you expect to swoop in, comfort me over something you caused, and save me from it all? Well guess what, y/n. You can't save someone who's already dead." She seethed, reaching for her wrist.

Her hand wrapped around a bracelet that the two of you had matching pairs of, one that was made within the first week of landing of the ground. It was a symbol of your friendship, of the platonic love you two shared. "No- please, O', don't do it." You begged, tears forming in your eyes.

A small, malevolent smile formed on her face; the first true emotion shown since yesterday. It was one that showed that she took pleasure in seeing you in pain, seeing tears in your eyes. She had your whole friendship wrapped within her fingers, and with that, she ripped it right off. "You're dead to me." Were her final words as she tossed that bracelet into the flames, getting up from her spot, and exiting the cave.

You couldn't tell if hearing those words, or if knowing that you did play part in the death of her lover was worse, and you knew you'd be stuck thinking about it for a very long time. You knew she wasn't lying; you knew your best friend. You were the one to tell Pike where Lincoln could be found, and you were one of the reasons he was now dead, and now, your best friend was too.

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#the 100 #the100edit #the100daily #octaviablakeedit #the 100 spoilers #octavia blake #levitt #charles pike #levitt x octavia #season 7 #7x05 #**#*gifs #requested #ruxi

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hergifs · 2 years

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the 100 304 “watch the thrones” deleted scene featuring bellamy blake, octavia blake, harper mcintyre, charles pike, zoe monroe, lincoln (mentioned), and indra (mentioned).

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puddygeeks · 2 years

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ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀𝕟 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝟙𝟘𝟘, 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟 𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕪 𝕩 𝕆ℂ - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛: 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤

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Episode: Earth Kills

Rating: Mature

Summary: Trusting people is what landed Cassidy in the Skybox. Now that she’s here, silence is the only protection that she can depend on. She succeeded in being invisible to almost all of the dangerous teenagers that she was imprisoned with. Until she caught the attention of one rebel who couldn’t resist the thrill of the chase.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: John Murphy x OC

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee

Warnings: Mature content. Language, sex, anxiety, manipulation, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

A/N: I am so, so sorry for how long it's been! Don't worry. I would never forget about these precious beans. My husband and I had a perfect wedding day and are now able to return to normal life! Thank you so much for being patient with me and for being so supportive. I appreciate every vote and comment that is left. Please continue to leave me comments as they really do help me to fight the mental health demons and keep writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! If you would like to nose at some of our wedding photos, you can see them on my Tumblr which is under the same username as here :)

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Chapter 13

Running my hands through my hair, I sighed thoughtfully. The room in the top of the dropship was dimly lit and hauntingly quiet since Jasper last passed out from pain. Most likely, it was the sudden change from his screaming to utter silence. I couldn’t deny that his suffering had been gradually wearing me down. Despite my best efforts to prevent it, I blamed myself for not knowing how to help him.

Pacing around the room in an effort to prompt some inspiration, I muttered the sections of medical study that I had memorised under my breath. Monty sat in the corner obsessively working on the wristbands, his desperation to communicate to the Ark too powerful to be weakened by my madness.

With little else that I could do to assist him, I approached Jasper's side to place a freshly damp cloth on his forehead. His skin was practically boiling and he poured sweat. His poor condition was impossible to miss, leaving a sinking feeling in my chest.

“What about making our own antibiotics?” I suggested, glancing at Monty over my shoulder with a sense of dwindling hope.

We’d been trading ideas for hours between his experiments with the wristbands, but nothing had come to fruition thus far. If anything, it simply made me realise how thankful I was that he had been part of our crew. Combining the knowledge of his parents with his technical expertise, he was likely the most valuable member of our camp.

“I’ve seen my parents do it with some pretty basic ingredients, but not anything that we could find in the wilderness.” He sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes after hours of shared brainstorming. “Not unless someone snuck a bottle of vinegar in their clothes.” He added, forcing a weak smile as he peered up at me and I chuckled.

“I’m not sure that I would put anything past them at this point.” I remarked, turning back to examine Jasper. “I remember reading something about Myrrh having antibacterial benefits once.” I muttered as I checked each of his wounds with a grimace, noticing that they were steadily getting worse rather than better.

“Myrrh? Like in the bible?” Monty questioned in a sceptical tone, gaining little more than a thoughtful hum in response. “I hate to burst your bubble, Cas, but I think that we might be on the wrong continent for Myrrh.” He teased, as I rubbed at my temples in frustration.

“Right. Stupid Earth.” I grumbled, already tiring of the challenges of our new life.

Although supplies had been limited and carefully rationed on the Ark, there were usually multiple treatment options at our fingertips. No amount of studying would have prepared for me the reality of living on a planet that had changed exponentially since any of our textbooks were written. It was frustrating to know that a few weeks ago, Jasper’s wounds which were now life threatening would have been an easy fix.

“The grounders cauterised this wound and applied a poultice.” I explained, feeling uncomfortable at the thought that they had done more for him than I could. “That means there is something useful in these woods. They’ve found a way to survive for all this time. They just have dealt with worse ailments than this without antibiotics or medical equipment. We just have to figure it out too.” I theorised, rubbing at my face in an effort to wake myself.

“What if we can’t?”

The question emerged in such a faint, terrified voice that I could practically feel my heart breaking for Monty. In all of the time that I’d spent training to work in Medical, there was little I dreaded more than having to tell a family member that we couldn’t save their loved one. Even the very thought of telling Monty that his best friend would suffer a slow and painful death from sepsis made my legs tremble with terror. Instead, I resolved not to allow this to happen, whatever I had to do.

“That’s not an option.” I asserted, turning to face him with a determined expression. “We’re not going to lose him.” I started firmly, earning the first genuine smile that I had seen from Monty since we arrived.

The hours seemed to drag as we sat in a silence that was only comfortable thanks to our familiarity. Occasionally, Jasper would stir awake and cry out in pain. In these moments, Monty would hold his hand and whisper soothing words whilst I did my best to make him more comfortable. It was strenuous for the both of us, but we kept each other strong.

The rosiness that usually filled Jasper’s cheeks was missing, replaced by a pallid grey skin tone that began to resemble that of a corpse. Despite my best efforts to keep his wounds clean, the edges were becoming swollen and red. Without antibiotics, there was little that I could do to prevent an infection from developing and I knew all too well that if this were to happen, it would only be a matter of time until we lost him.

As the night went on his screaming only increased in frequency, being met with wicked comments from campers who seemed annoyed by his will to survive. Their cruelty only worsened my already frazzled nerves. A newfound anger settled alongside my stress as I passed the time imagining ways to punish those without enough compassion to understand that they could easily find themselves in his shoes.

With no awareness of the time it was impossible to know how long we had managed to pass, but I could feel my eyelids growing heavy. My head bobbed as I struggled to remain upright, rubbing at my face with exhaustion.

“Hey. Thought I would check up on you.” Clarke announced as she climbed from the ladder onto our floor, her energy allowing me a boost. “How’s he doing?” She asked, nervously glancing between us as if she dreaded the answer and I ushered her closer.

“I actually wanted your opinion on something.” I offered, waiting for her to settle by my side before I put my plan into motion. “Shit. Monty, could you grab us some more water please?” I called over my shoulder, feeling a wave of relief wash over me when he immediately accepted the request.

Although I couldn’t shelter him from much, it seemed morbid to allow him to overhear our panicked conversations about the prognosis of his best friend. It was almost impossible to get him to leave Jasper’s side, but I would do anything necessary to shelter him from the worst.

Once he had reached the bottom of the ladder, I pulled back the dressing that covered the spear wound for Clarke to examine.

“The infection is spreading. His fever keeps rising and I think he’s becoming septic. If we don’t think of something soon, he won’t make it through another night.” I revealed in a hushed voice, leaning on her for some level of emotional support in the face of such unpleasant news.

“Damn! Isn’t there anything we could do?” She enquired, glancing down at him with a sadness that reflected my own.

“It’s already been cauterised, but the surrounding area is still dying.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair in a gesture of stress. “We could cut back the skin, but it’s an extreme treatment. It might not even help. We need to treat the problem, not the symptoms.” I explained, repeating one of the golden rules that Abby had drilled into me throughout my time shadowing her.

“Doesn’t sound like we have many other options.” She commented, stroking his hair back from his face tenderly and it was clear that she felt as guilty for even considering this as I did. “We’ll wait a bit longer. I’m sure you and Monty will come up with something better.” She decided, flashing me a hopeful smile that made me gulp down my nerves.

By now, Monty had arrived with the water and I refreshed the cloth to cool Jasper’s face. I held it to his forehead, then his cheeks, hoping to reduce his temperature even just slightly and he mumbled in his sleep. Even without glancing up from my patient, I could sense Monty smiling at me with appreciation.

Clarke returned to her night off, attempting to get some much needed sleep after numerous nights of the exact soul destroying exhaustion we were fighting at this moment. In spite of how awful we both felt, we remained vigilant at Jasper’s side. In the time that he had been incapacitated, I’d come to realise how important the vibrant boy was to me. If nothing else, being evicted from our home had given me a new sense of clarity.

It was exhausting to keep my mind constantly occupied throughout the night, but I couldn’t give up on finding a solution. Scanning through my memories, I recalled every time that I’d seen anyone deal with an infection in the clinic in the hope that I might find something useful. There were multiple ways of managing this kind of issue with the right tools, but I couldn’t remember a single time that we’d worked with natural treatments.

By the time that the sun rose, I’d still had no luck and sat despairingly with my face in my hands.

“Morning, crew.” Finn announced as he entered the space and I could only manage a groan in response. “Sounds like it’s been a long night. You two should get some air. Clarke will be here in a minute to watch him with me. I can hold the fort for a few.” He offered as Monty and I glanced at each other with uncertainty.

Realising that he had no intention of leaving his friend, I took the opportunity to rise to my feet to stretch out. A deep yawn escaped my lips, forcing me to acknowledge that I might actually need a break to wake my brain. I smiled gratefully at Finn for thinking of us, before making my way outside.

The fresh breeze on my skin was wonderfully refreshing as I took a deep breath of the fresh scent of nature. For a few moments, I simply stood and watched the activity in camp, allowing my mind to relax after a night that felt as if it had lasted for years. I listened to the lull of conversation, birds chirping in the distance and the wind rustling the trees at the edge of camp, until I noticed that Murphy was standing amongst them.

Confused at the idea of him taking time for some quiet self reflection, I made my way in his direction. I’d almost reached him by the time that I noted he wasn’t alone. Bellamy, Atom and Jones were deep into a hushed conversation with him and curiosity motivated me to continue approaching them to investigate. They appeared to be either practicing their weapon throwing skills, or simply indulging in some pointless show of masculinity which for a change didn’t require the audience of the entire camp.

“Look, Bellamy. People are scared.” Atom began as I crept into the bushes to avoid catching their attention, when a particularly loud scream from Jasper interrupted their conversation and left me feeling conflicted on whether I should put aside my nosiness to check whether he needed me.

“And that dying kid! He’s not helping the morale around here.” Atom continued, causing my stomach to lurch with dread as I resolved that I needed to remain here to assess this potential threat to my patient.

“Morale will go up again when I find them more food.” Bellamy answered firmly, seeming intent on maintaining his status as the leader of our camp, much to my disdain.

“And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?” Jones enquired in a manner that was surprisingly firm considering that he’d been seriously injured barely days ago.

The names they were discussing were unfamiliar to me, but that wasn’t uncommon. I’d hardly bothered to learn the names of anyone here, keeping my distance for my own safety. However, it seemed that there was something significant happening that they were suppressing from public knowledge. I listened carefully, keen to gain any leverage that I could use to protect Jasper if necessary.

“For now? Nothing.” Bellamy answered carelessly. “It’s possible they’re just lost. We’ll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting later.”

Pleased to have overheard something that could be beneficial in future, I began to creep further from the conversation before I could be noticed. I couldn’t help feeling somewhat alarmed at the thought that they would be venturing out again already, but was more significantly distracted by the negative attitude they had shown toward Jasper, and the willingness Bellamy showed to simply ignore the fact that another two members of our camp might have been taken.

“Let’s go kill something.” Murphy muttered, sending a bolt of alarm through me at the realisation that he would be joining them.

“You’re not going.” Bellamy announced as he blocked him from following the two who had already departed. “I need you to stay here. If the grounders are circling, we can’t leave this place unprotected.” He ordered, somewhat recovering some of my respect that he’d just lost by showing at least some limited awareness of the implications of more missing campers.

“Fine.” Murphy muttered in a bitter tone, like a child denied a well-earned treat. “Somebody better tell Goggle Boy to keep it shut.” He added, turning on his heel to launch his dagger at a nearby tree.

Despite the anger that he’d used to throw it, the blade simply bounced off the trunk with practically no impact. I barely managed to wait until Bellamy had left Murphy alone before I stepped out from my hiding place. With a sour expression, I stooped to pick up the weapon and crossed my arms at him, allowing him to feel the full force of my disapproval.

“Goggle Boy?” I repeated, allowing my tone to reveal exactly how disgusted I was with his comment. “When we first arrived, you said he was with you. Now you can’t even call him by his name?” I questioned, watching him squirm under my scrutiny.

“That was when he was useful. At this point, he’s just an inconvenience.” He defended as I thinned my eyes at him with a renewed anger burning in my stomach. “You can’t tell me that noise isn’t driving you crazy?” He spat, glancing up at the dropship furiously as if this were a reasonable justification for behaving like a selfish asshole.

“No. Actually, it’s not. The only thing driving me crazy right now is the amount of people who think it’s acceptable to tell him to hurry up and die when he is fighting for his life.” I growled, noticing that he returned his attention to me with a confused look that indicated a complete lack of understanding about my furious voice. “Seems like the Ark really did send down all of its worst people.” I added, clenching my jaw bitterly.

Murphy cleared his throat and shuffled his feet, seeming lost for words at my reaction. It was the first time that I’d been genuinely upset with him to a degree that he couldn’t sweet talk his way out of. Usually, he could make excuses to avoid an apology, or distract me until he could make up for his mistakes, but now everything that he said only made the situation worse.

“You including me in that category?” He asked, running his thumb along his bottom lip with a smouldering expression in a poor attempt to soften my attitude.

“That depends.” I breathed with a shrug, noticing that he tilted his head at me curiously. “Do you forget the name of everyone you claim to care about if they stop being useful? Or just those that you pretend to care about?”

“Come on, Cassie.” He chuckled in a nonchalant manner which felt entirely meaningless.

His lack of compassion was disappointing, but the flat response to my accusation that whatever relationship we had was artificial was absolutely hurtful. Hesitant to allow him to see that his unreasonable behaviour had upset me, I buried my pain. Instead, I felt myself channeling the mocking attitude that I often witnessed him using whenever someone found a sensitive point in him.

I held out the dagger to him wordlessly, ensuring that my expression was entirely controlled. He glanced down at it warily and seemed to take a few moments to decide whether to respond. His gaze slowly moved to my face, heavy with suspicion before he finally reached out to accept my offer.

Just as his fingers were about to make contact with the handle, I whipped my hand from his grasp. Raising the blade behind my head, I focused my aim on the tree. Thanks to the years of practice keeping my hands steady during delicate procedures, I could balance it with surgical accuracy. Releasing the dagger with a controlled flick, it tore through the air and embedded itself firmly within the bark.

Murphy flinched at the sudden movement and when I turned back to face him, he was staring at me with wide eyed shock.

“It’s all in the wrist. You’d think someone with your insane hunting skills would know that.” I drawled in a low voice, turning on my heel to leave him frozen to the spot.

Although my cutting remark had satisfied some of my temper, I didn’t feel ready to return to the main area of camp where I might be approached. Wandering into the overgrowth at the edge of camp, I decided to collect a fresh cutting of aloe vera to use on Jasper’s wound. Though I was doubtful that it Luckily, I stumbled across a small bushel of it rather quickly and I enjoyed the peace of being alone for a while before aiming for the dropship.

I hadn’t quite made it to the campfire when I noticed Zoey approaching me with a little girl at her side.

“Hey, Sage. My friend Charlotte needs your clever hands.” She announced, her hand on the child's shoulder as she encouraged her toward me.

It was the first time that I had registered such a small resident of our encampment. She couldn’t have been more than 12 years old and it seemed ridiculous to think of her as a criminal. I noticed a small cut on her forehead which seemed to be bothering her, but she managed it remarkably well. With a sigh, I directed them to some seats nearby where I could get a better look.

“I’m surprised you have time to keep an eye on anyone else with Octavia on your plate.” I muttered quietly as Charlotte nervously settled herself into place and Zoey chuckled.

“Hey. Just call me Mother Theresa.” She breathed, holding her hands up as if awaiting someone to revere her and I shook my head in amusement. “Honestly, I needed a break from watching her chasing boys. This morning I caught her trying to make eyeliner out of charcoal to impress Atom. That’s when I knew I’d hit my limit for being a supportive friend.” She added with a grimace, taking a seat beside Charlotte for comfort.

Something about her words resonated with me, pausing in place as I followed the little thread that she had prompted in my mind. I could practically feel the lightbulb above my head as a long forgotten memory popped back into existence. It was baffling that I hadn’t considered it before, but during a study session with the interns, Jackson had presented a case study on the uses of activated charcoal for wounds.

“Zoey. You’re a genius!” I gasped, staring at her with wide eyes and she shrugged as if this was not a revelation for her. “Here. Get started on cleaning it and I’ll be right out with some supplies when I’m done with Jasper.” I ordered as I handed her the aloe cutting and hurried away before she could object.

Ducking down to scoop a few pieces of charcoal into a pot I carried them toward the dropship with renewed enthusiasm. Even from outside I could hear Jasper’s screams increasing to a new level of agony and I climbed the ladder in a frantic state.

The room was bustling with people as I entered, all of which were engaged in a heated argument between the cries of pain that overwhelmed their words.

Wells appeared to be holding Jasper down as he squirmed, whilst Clarke was bent over him holding a dagger that glowed orange with heat. Finn wore a traumatised expression in the corner of the room, tears ran down Monty’s cheeks as he pleaded with Clarke to stop what she was doing to his friend and Octavia was already deep into a verbal attack.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled as I stepped onto the top floor with disbelief, the sharpness of my voice causing them all to turn to face me.

“His blood pressure was exploding, breathing shallow and he wouldn’t stop screaming. I’m cutting back the infection, like you said.” Clarke gasped, glancing over her shoulder at me with terror in her eyes. “I’ve seen my mom do it before. I can do it.”

“And you didn’t think to call for help first?” I queried in disbelief as I practically fell forward in shock, my eyes widening at the badly inflamed wound.

“We thought we were going to lose him.” Finn interjected defensively, jumping to her aid as he did in every situation and I felt the last of my patience crumble. “Clarke did what she had to.” He elaborated, but I cut him off before he could crawl any further up her ass.

“Well the only thing she achieved is more pain and unnecessary damage.” I argued as I pushed people out of my way to kneel at Jasper’s side and dumped my supplies on the ground.

“There wasn’t any time.” Clarke stuttered nervously as I glowered at her over our unconscious friend. “I wanted to help.”

“You’ve helped enough!” I snapped, flooded with a confidence that was only accessible to me in times of medical emergencies, when there was no time for manners.

“You’re not a doctor, Clarke! You are an inexperienced scrub nurse at best and I’m just a trainee that didn’t even finish my studies. We can't afford to get things wrong with impulsive decisions and ruthless treatments. We only get one shot to save people and you just blew yours. Now, get away from my patient.” I scolded impatiently as I rolled up my sleeves to begin working on fixing her mistakes.

Clarke's face scrunched up into a clear display of hurt, but she didn’t argue as she slowly rose to her feet. I grabbed a bottle of water to clean my hands and grimaced at the state of Jasper’s chest. Regardless of her intentions, Clarke’s technique had been overly aggressive for such a sensitive injury. It was difficult to even imagine how painful it had been to endure, causing an ache of guilt in my chest for leaving him.

“Monty, I need some moonshine to sterilise the area. Wells, grab the aloe and some dressings from storage. Finn, I need clean water. There's a pot by the fire you can use to boil some.” I instructed, keeping my gaze firmly on Jasper as I checked his temperature and pulse. “Octavia, I’ll need an assistant. He’s calmer when you’re around. Think you can stomach it?” I asked as I glanced up at her to catch a surprised smile on her lips as she nodded.

People rushed out of the room to complete their assigned tasks, leaving only Clarke standing in the corner with a remorseful expression. Rather than waste time comforting her bruised ego, I focused on clearing the area of anything unnecessary to reduce the risk of any further contamination.

“I’m really sorry, Cassidy. I didn’t-” Clarke began, knitting her hands together anxiously, but I waved her off.

“Save it, Clarke. We can kiss and make up later. Right now, we’ve got work to do.” I stated abruptly, determined that I wouldn’t be distracted from the needs of my patient.

In little time at all, the others returned with my requested supplies and I organised them around Jasper so that the boys could step out of my work space. Pouring moonshine over mine and Octavia’s hands to ensure that we were clean, I noticed that hers trembled with nerves.

“Hey.” I whispered, prompting her to meet my eyes. “You’ve got this.” I asserted, flashing her a supportive smile before handing her the bottle to clean the wound.

Adding the water from Finn into the container with the crushed charcoal, I patiently stirred them together, hoping against all hope that this experiment would be successful. It wasn’t a method that I had ever actually seen used, meaning that I had to rely purely on theory, but at this point I was desperate enough to try anything. Noticing that my audience was watching in silent confusion, I decided to explain myself.

“The grounders used some kind of poultice on the area and it was working. Without knowing the ingredients I can’t recreate it, but I can do something similar.” I explained, tilting down the container for them to see the thick paste that had begun to form.

“The tiny grains that don’t dissolve will act like sandpaper, picking out anything in the wound that shouldn’t be there. Then, the paste will clean and absorb toxins, bacteria and any dead tissue. It's a gentler way of removing the infected areas. It won’t fix everything, but it's definitely a start.” I elaborated, noticing the surprise that spread through the group.

“Activated charcoal!” Monty breathed. “Of course. It’s a micro-sponge.” He clarified, studying me with an impressed expression and I nodded.

“You can thank Zoey for the inspiration.” I muttered, causing Octavia to raise her brows as if she wasn’t aware that her friend had this kind of knowledge.

“What the hell are you doing up here? Torturing him?”

Bellamy’s authoritative voice interrupted as his head popped through the hatch and I avoided looking at him in order to prevent another outburst. My focus might have allowed me to take control of this situation, but there was no amount of confidence in my own ability that would enable me to confront someone who was a threat to me.

Sensing that this could easily escalate, Wells sighed loudly before raising to his feet and blocking Bellamy from coming any closer.

“Back off.” He warned as he took his position standing guard over us, earning him an impatient expression from the camp leader.

Clarke caught my eye, immediately recognising that my comfortable attitude had rapidly disintegrated with his arrival. The change in my demeanour seemed to pull her from the moping that had previously consumed her. If anything, Bellamy’s interference had provided her a way to contribute to Jasper’s treatment and she turned to face Bellamy confidently.

“We didn’t drag him through miles of woods just to let him die.” She pointed out whilst I silently guided Octavia to apply a cold compress, then some aloe gel to the areas that had been burned by the blade.

“Kids a goner.” Bellamy asserted, prompting me to roll my eyes and tut under my breath in annoyance. “If you can’t see that, you’re deluded. He’s making people crazy.” He insisted as if it were obvious, making his allegiances to those who called out insults all too clear.

“Sorry if Jasper’s an inconvenience to you, but this isn’t the Ark. Down here, every life matters.” Clarke affirmed, somehow expressing the exact sentiment that I would have liked to say myself as Bellamy glanced between us all with exasperation.

“Take a look at him. He’s a lost cause.” He instructed, his voice dropping even lower as if he couldn’t believe that we had the audacity to argue with him.

Something about Bellamy caused an undeniable sense of distrust in my gut, churning in a way that it hadn’t since Cian. I hadn’t figured out exactly what about him was manufactured yet, as many of the traits that he openly displayed were already enough to provide a negative impression. However, I felt instinctively that something more sinister lay beneath the leader persona that he insisted on maintaining.

Meeting Octavia’s fearful eyes, I shook my head fervently to indicate that he was wrong about Jasper. I subtly glanced down at the bowl of charcoal to silently remind her that all hope was not yet lost. Sensing her gaze on me, I looked up to lock eyes with Clarke and without a single word spoken between us, we both agreed that we were willing to die on this hill if needed.

“Cassidy is a doctor. I’m a nurse. You’ll have to understand if we don’t take our medical advice from you.” Clarke jibed aggressively as she dug her heels in, refusing to be intimidated by him. “We have a plan and that doesn’t include giving up on Jasper. There’s still hope for him.” She contended, crossing her arms as an indication of her stubbornness that clearly irked him.

“This isn’t about hope, or education. It’s about guts. You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices. I do.” Bellamy declared, basking in his own self importance and I felt my hands trembling from the power of my outrage.

“He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, I’ll kill him myself.” He threatened, taking one last opportunity to fix each of us with a disapproving glare before he turned his attention to his sister.

“Octavia. Let’s go.” He ordered with an entitlement that would’ve caused me to scream in her shoes and I was pleased to notice that her jaw had clenched in anger.

“No.” She growled, her attitude forcing his shoulders to tense in a manner that indicated she had never spoken to him this way before. “I’m staying here to help Cassidy do the right thing.”

Octavia’s remark left Bellamy speechless as he stared at the back of her head in shock. For several moments, it seemed that he couldn’t decide how to respond to this display of rebellion until he finally climbed down the ladder, restoring a sense of peace in the small room. I nodded at Clarke to subtly indicate that she’d redeemed herself. Mentally, I made a note to express my gratitude for her protection once this mess was resolved.

“Power hungry, self serving jackass.” Monty spat as he marched over to drop himself at my side, waiting to be given a task that he could assist with. “He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” He added bitterly, before his gaze landed on Octavia. “No offense.”

“Yeah. Bellamy is all that. But he also happens to be right.” Finn commented, causing me to shoot a stunned look at him over my shoulder. “You said yourself that this stuff wouldn’t solve the problem. We could be keeping him alive just so that he can suffer for longer.” He argued, careful to ensure that he justified his points in an effort to differentiate himself from Bellamy.

It took barely a few moments of debate for voices to raise and an argument to break out again, leaving me struggling to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Enough!” I exclaimed, furrowing my brows in annoyance as I addressed them.

“Unless any of you have something useful to contribute to our next step, you can butt horns outside. We still have work to do and your noise isn’t helping Jasper.” I scolded, growing impatient with their drama and after appearing incredibly sorry for themselves, they quietly made their way out of the dropship to undoubtedly continue their conversation.

Only Octavia, Monty and I remained in the room as I carefully applied the thick paste to the area whilst they watched. Their observation gave me the sensation of having students, as if I’d stepped into the shoes of the doctors who used to teach myself and the other interns. It was a strange feeling and certainly not something that I had expected to experience for many years, if ever, but I was glad to find that there were others who were interested in learning to help others, even if it was simply because of their love for Jasper.

Once I’d spread it generously across the spear wound on Jasper’s chest, I covered it with dressings to keep it in place and silently prayed that it would buy us enough time to form another plan.

“Don’t worry. We’re not going to let anyone hurt him.” I stated in an effort to reassure the nervous pair, but they seemed unconvinced. “I’m a doctor. I know how to get rid of people and make it look like an accident.” I added, my tone emerging more serious than intended as they both stared at me in shock.

“That was a joke. Albeit a bad one. Sorry.” I clarified with a sheepish smile, embarrassed at my consistent social blunders.

After a few minutes of tense silence, they began to awkwardly chuckle, gradually growing until we were all laughing uncontrollably. For the first time since Jasper was taken, things felt almost normal.

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Banished (Part 35)

*Not My Gif*

~Banished Master List~

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 2-16-20

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

~Master List~

~The 100 Master~

*Based on episode 3x06 of the 100, Bitter Harvest*

It’s been over a week since Octavia and Clarke left Arkadia. Clarke went to Polis, back to Lexa to convince her not to go to war and Octavia had been your outside man, keeping her eyes on everything outside the wall and reporting back through a radio. You hadn’t spoken to Bellamy since that day he tried to turn you, only glances across the room. He’s tried to talk to you, heading your way in rooms to apologize but you left the room before he could.

You just dodged Bellamy in the mess hall, heading down the main hall before running into Kane.

“Octavia radioed, there’s news.” He said as you looked over your shoulder, hearing footsteps behind you before shaking your head.

“Not here. Too many ears.” Kane led you to his room as you followed, no longer hearing someone follow you. Kane and you sat on the bed facing each other. “What’d she find out?”

“They’re still taking samples at the river bank. She doesn’t know what they’re doing but they’re armed and willing to kill a kid to cover it up.” Your eyes went wide, covering your mouth with your hand.

“They’d kill a kid?” You couldn’t imagine Bellamy being okay with this. But then again he did just Murder 300 grounders who promised your protection. Kane put his hand on your knee, knowing your thoughts.

“There’s another meeting today in the chancellors office. We need to know what’s happening in that room.”

“So what? We spy on them?” You asked him. You both slouched against the wall, trying to come up with something before Kane sat up, looking at you expectedly.

“We spy on them.”

You hoped he’d say more but he didn’t, only standing up and looking around his room. “Repeating what I said isn’t making anything clearer.” You told him as he pushed aside a stack of paper before find a metal disc.

Raising a brow at him, he explained. “We plant a bug in the office and listen in on the meeting.”

You guffawed at him, taking the piece into your hands. “We’d know all their plans.”

“Just one problem.” He frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest and tapping his lip. “How are we going to get it in place?”

You looked down at the disc. You needed someone who was on your side. Someone who was quick witted, knew how to get in and out of places. You met Kane’s eyes with a smirk, clutching the bug in your hand. “I think I know someone who can help.”

You left Kane’s room, walking around the ark and trying to not to raise suspicion before stopping outside, seeing Miller and Harper talking. They smiled at you when you approached, Harper wider than Miller’s as you looked towards him. “Can I borrow you?” You asked. He looked taken back but nodded, saying bye to Harper and following you back to Kane’s place.

Kane was pacing in the room when you entered, stepping aside to show Miller. He looked confused, licking his bottom lip and scoping around the room. “What’s going on?” He closed door, eying you who sat onto the bed.

You held out the disc, watching Miller raise as brow at you. Kane and you told him the plan and after a few minutes Miller was fully informed, deciding if it was something he could do. “And if this doesn’t work?”

“It’ll work.” You assured him as he shook his head.

“And if it doesn’t?” He needed more than just your assurance if he was actually going to break into the chancellors office.

“You’re a thief Miller. You’re telling me you can’t plant a bug?”

“You’re forgetting the part where I got arrested.”

“Easy.”You smirked as you tossed him the tech. “Just don’t get caught.”

“Will you two knock it off?” Kane rolled his eyes as he checked the bug making sure it worked before the three of you headed out, stopping to set up a room to listen in.

As you got closer to the office you hung back, not wanting to seem weird while walking with the men. You rested against the wall, keeping an eye out as Kane put the code in the door.

“Good afternoon, Chancellor Pike.” Someone said down the hall as you warning Kane, nodding towards the hallway. Kane slipped Miller the bug and let him in the room. He started down the hallway as normal, you following with him when you run into Pike and Bellamy. You only spared Bellamy one glance as Kane and Pike began talking.

“We need to talk about these things Jaha’s been giving out.” Kane said as you kept quiet, hoping Miller would hurry.

“That’s Abby’s department. I have more pressing concerns.” Pike said, pushing past you and Kane. You felt your heart race faster as you turned around, getting them to stop.

“Like the imprisoned grounders?” You spoke out of turn as Pike turned around, narrowing his eyes at you. Bellamy was concerned, stepping closer to the conversation and keeping his eyes on you.

“Interned.” Pike said. “For their safety as well as ours.”

“Imprisoned.” You repeated yourself, standing your ground. Pike didn’t expect to be having with conversation with you of all people. Kane put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you behind him.

“They wanted help. If we won’t give it to them, then we should at least let them go.” He suggested. Bellamy spoke up, calling them a liability and saying they would reveal their defenses to their people.

You scoffed, coming out from your spot and finally acknowledging Bellamy. “We’re talking about Lincoln here.” You reminded him, disgusted in the way he’s disregarding your friend. Lincoln saved your lives, how could he just talk like that. Bellamy’s eyes softened as he looked at you, suddenly feeling his stomach twist.

Miller drew your attention away from the group, coming down the hall behind Pike and Bellamy. He nodded to you as he passed, indicating he was successful as you sighed, feeling a little better in this moment. Bellamy, who hadn’t stopped watching you, caught the moment, furrowing his brow. You and Miller never got along before, so this exchange here unnerved him.

He knew something was up.

He was so focused on you that when Pike and Kane walked away he wasn’t aware, only snapping out of his thoughts when he met your eyes. “I didn’t know you and Miller were so close.” Your stomach flopped as Bellamy nodded behind you.

“Why do you care Bellamy?” You asked, hoping to divert the conversation.

It seemed to work as Bellamy took a second to answer, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m just saying be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You watched Bellamy leave, following after Pike as you took a deep breath before following Kane into a new room with a table in it.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you entered the room, closing the door softly behind you. You knew you should’ve told them Bellamy was on to you all but instead you just nodded, watching Kane get set up. “Y/N, can you grab the radio and get Octavia on?”

You reached for his bag, pulling out the radio and turning it on. “Hey floorgirl, got your ears on?” You smirked into the device when you heard Octavia chuckle from the other side.

“Hey Y/N, good to hear your voice.” She said as Kane got your attention, telling you they were starting.

“We bugged the chancellors office, O. Pike’s having a meeting.” You sat on the couch next to Miller, holding down the button for Octavia as Pike introduced Monty and Monroe to the group, making you bite your lip.

Pike went on, telling them all about planting agricultural and fields. Until Monty pointed out a flaw in their plans.

A village in sector four, people who weren’t threats at all.

“We need that land.” Pike told them. “Arkadia will be starving in a year.”

Hannah told him about the child they found, saying the grounders lost their army and wouldn’t resist but Monty just shook his head. “They’ll resist. They’re grounders.”

“Even if they don’t, the commanders message was clear. But that doesn’t mean we can start taking-“

Pike cut him off. “What would you prefer, die fighting for your home or starve to death? Will you do what needs to be done for your people to survive or what?” Bellamy didn’t need to think before knowing he’d do whatever he needs to protect Octavia and you.

“What needs to be done.” He assured Pike who just nodded at him, wanting to believe Bellamy knew where his head was at.

The meeting ended and you all stayed silent, processing what you just heard. You could hear Octavia running through the walkie-talkie when you cleared your throat, running a hand over your face.

“So whats the plan?” Miller asked, hoping someone came up with something.

“I need my horse!” Octavia shouted over the radio.

“Miller? You got the horse?” Kane asked as Miller nodded, leaving you two in the room. Kane moved to sit next to you, putting an arm on your back and his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, whats going on?”

“What if we’re too late?” You whispered, clasping your hands together and leaning into your bouncing knee. Kane sighed, looking at the empty wall in front of you both. He honestly didn’t know what to do if it was too late. He was blind to the village with no way to make sure Octavia got them out.

“We’ll figure it out Y/N.” He promised you. You smiled at him, reaching up to grab his hand.

Kane felt normal with you here now, as if your past was just that and you could move on.

Miller came back in, telling you he was setting out as you stood up, pushing yourself away from Kane.

He didn’t object as he stood up himself, both of you following Miller out of the room and going your separate ways.

You spent most of the day worrying yourself, wishing you had gone with Miller to give Octavia her horse. You watched from afar as Bellamy and Pike took a group out, headed towards the village. Bellamy and Kane were talking before hand but not for long and the moment Bellamy walked away he saw you across the room. But unlike all the other times, he didn’t start to come over, instead telling everyone to get a move on it.

You couldn’t help but admit it hurt a little as you left the room, hearing the sound of the rover die out meaning Bellamy left.

Off to go destroy a village.

You must of look pretty distraught as you sat in the mess hall, sipping on a bottle of beer because the seat across from you was taken. You looked up, seeing Jaha’s face before he slid the chip he showed you last week on the table. You looked at it, not saying a word as you took another gulp of your drink.

When Jaha matched your silence you groaned, slamming your fist down on the table. “I’m not taking that.” You told him, pushing the chip back at him.

“Tell me Y/N. If you could erase all the pain you’ve experienced in your lifetime, would you not?” His voice was unwavering as he spoke, making you sit back in discomfort.

“Of course I would.” He gave you a smile, one that didn’t show happiness but opportunity. He pushed the chip past the middle of the table, looking at you dead in the eyes.

“Then take this. Let it take your pain away.” You narrowed your eyes at the white chip. “Pain makes you human. Without the pain, what would I be?” You leaned onto the table, your hands inches away from the chip. Jaha reached forward, putting his hand atop yours.

“Happy.” He said simply before getting up and leaving. You sat there, staring at the supposed ‘happy chip’ that Jaha left you.

There was no way some little chip could wipe the years of damage and pain brought onto you. You picked it up, running your thumb over the infinity symbol.

“No pain.” You whispered, twirling it in your fingers. You felt someone’s eyes on you but you didn’t see anyone stand out after a quick sweep around the room. You looked down at the chip again. “What a load of crap.” You mumbled, shoving it in your pocket.

You spent the rest of the afternoon there, trying to distract yourself from everything happening outside the gate. You mind travelled back to the chip in your pocket through out the day. There was no way it did as Jaha said, there was no way it would ‘erase your pain’.

Miller walked into the Mess Hall frantically, looking around before his eyes fell onto you. He quickly went over, taking the seat next to you as he leaned onto the table. You knew something was wrong by the way he kept moving his eyes around the room. “Miller what happened?” You lowered your voice, keeping the conversation between the two of you.

“They’re back. And they’re missing people.” You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“W-who?” You didn’t know if the words actually made their way out of your mouth or if you just mouthed it. You tried to repeat yourself but you couldn’t, clearing your throat and taking another drink.

“Monroe and Lacroix.” He told you and you hated the fact you could breathe again. It wasn’t Bellamy. He was still alive.

“Ok. Let’s go.” Miller and you stood up when your hand found the chip once again. You closed your eyes, giving it one last squeeze before following after Miller.

Later that night, Bellamy knocked on the door to the Chancellors office, coming inside to see Pike at work. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” He asked as Pike nodded, leaning onto the table next to him.

“How you holding up?” Bellamy sighed, breathing out heavily and saying he’s been better. Pike nodded, understanding. “We need to talk about your sister. Two people died today because of her and the soil’s poisoned from the ash.”

“The grounders did that. Octavia tried to warn us.” Bellamy argued for his sister, trying to get Pike to let up on her.

“After she warned them. Bellamy you know as well as I do that someone is giving her information in the camp.” Bellamy didn’t say anything, hoping he wasn’t going where Bellamy thought he was headed. Pike looked at the board containing all his plans. “Kane and Y/N.” He announced bringing Bellamy’s fears to life. “We need to find proof.”

“Yes sir.” Bellamy agreed before Pike dismissed him. Bellamy left the room, taking a moment to think over his actions. Biting his lip he let his head fall, making his way down the hall. He looked over his shoulder as he approached his destination.

“Just a minute!” He heard after he knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence, Bellamy thinking of retreating before the door opened into your room. “Bellamy?”

“We need to talk.” He sounded serious as you hesitated but ultimately stepped aside, letting Bellamy into the room. You checked the hallway, seeing no one before closing the door.

A/N: I know it’s kind of late but oh well! Tell me whatcha think! Not really proud of this chapter, I don’t know really. Guess they can’t all be good. 🤷‍♀️ What do you guys think is gonna happen next?

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Bounty Hunter - Borrowed Time.

Warnings: swearing, blood, injuries, violence, death.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Grounder!reader.

Word count: 7910.

Masterlist.

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Deciding against your instincts, you stayed in the throne room and helped taking down the barricade. As you continue disposing all the wooden items aside, the pain in your whole body was almost possessing. However you breathed through it and continued helping, knowing that it wasn’t the time to fall behind. The doors opened, finally giving the people a way down. You went to follow them before a voice stopped you.

“Y/N.”

You turned around and saw Clarke making her way to you. “I just wanted to say thank you, for helping. And to apologize to you. You didn’t deserve the way I was treating you and-“

“I get it, Clarke. You were under stress, but it’s all over now. We’re good, don’t worry.” You paused for a second. “I actually need to thank you, you really save my ass today, you saved everyone. Thank you.”

She offered you a small smile before wrapping her arms around you. You couldn’t help your surprise as you stayed frozen beside her, hesitantly placing one arm around her. As you pulled away you saw Bellamy walking towards the two of you, his face was dirty with mud and blood, making you mentally wince.

“Everything okay?” He asked, looking between the two of you.

“Yep.” You nodded. “Everything’s good.”

“I’ll get my mom to take a look at you, wait here.” Clarke said and went to find her mom, leaving you and Bellamy standing beside each other.

“Are you okay?” His voice made you look up at him.

“I’ll be fine, just a few scratches.” You shrugged, a small smirk on your face. But as you looked up at him you realized that joking wasn’t exactly something Bellamy enjoyed at the moment. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t over, not even close.” He said sternly, making you look at him with confusion. “There is going to be a wave a radiation that will kill us all in six months. I believe you know it as Praimfaya.”

“What?” You said in shock. “H-how do you know this?”

“Alie told Clarke it’s-“ he paused, looking for the right words. “It’s difficult to explain, but it’s coming. And there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”

“Holy shit..” you whispered, still completely shocked by his reveal. “So what, in six months we die? There’s gotta be a solution, right?”

“One thing at a time. We’ll figure it out.”

His words didn’t calm you and he could see that. He cupped you cheeks gently and tilted your head up. “It’s going to be okay. Now, let’s get you to Abby. You took a lot of hits today.”

“You did too.” You mumbled.

“That’s why we’re both going to see Abby.” He replied and gave you a wink, placing his hand on you back as he led you to the doctor.

You sat on the wooden chair, clenching you jaw as Abby worked on your face, patching up the small cuts that were scattered on your face.

“How’s your stomach?” She asked, just finishing the last of the stitches.

“It’s good, doesn’t hurt. Thank you.” You said and you really were grateful for her. She did save your life after all.

“Of course. I’m done, you may go now.”

You stood up, walking towards where Bellamy and Clarke were waiting for you by the doorway.

“Hey,” Bellamy said as soon as you got close to them, “you’re okay?”

“Yeah, good to go.”

The three of you made your way down the tower, silence being the only thing keeping you company. You were beyond exhausted, your body aching and eyelids heavy, but you didn’t let that affect you as you walked out of the exit, you mouth gaping open as you took in the sight of all the bodies, all the people mourning over the ones they lost.

“She’ll be okay.” Clarke’s voice made you look away from the horrifying sight. “Octavia can take care of herself.”

You looked to your left and saw Bellamy’s conflicted face. “That’s not what I’m worried about.” He replied, his voice slightly distant.

“She won’t be charged.” Clarke said, shaking her head whilst keeping her worried eyes on Bellamy. “Everyone will say that Pike had it coming.”

He finally tore his eyes from the scene before you and looked back at Clarke. “Maybe we all do.”

His words made you think about Lincoln’s sacrifice, about how you were supposed to bear it with him. But you didn’t. You weren’t the one who saved anyone, you were the one who got another chance at a life you didn’t deserve. So maybe you did deserve to die, to suffer, to pay for all you’ve done.

“How do we tell these people that the world is ending after everything they’ve been through?” Clarke asked no one is particular.

“We don’t.” You said, making them both turn to you. “Telling them they’re going to die without giving them a solution is beyond stupid, and is also a cause to start a war.”

“Y/N is right. Besides, I could use a break from keeping you two alive.” He added with a small smirk.

“Right.” You scoffed. “Like I didn’t save your ass at least ten times today.”

He gave you a small smile while Clarke was still wearing her troubled face, looking at the people.

“You gave them back their pain, Clarke. You saved them. Let them recover before dropping the Praimfaya bomb on them.” She looked at you, her face still not relaxed, but she nodded anyway.

“Good.” Bellamy said. “Once everyone’s down, we go home, get to work. We didn’t survive this long just to let a little radiation take us out.”

“I wouldn’t say little but yeah, let’s go the optimistic way.” You muttered under your breath, your attention quickly being drawn to a woman crying over a dead man. “I’m going to stay here and help.” You said, eyes still focused on the woman.

“I’ll come with you.” Clarke joined you. You quickly walked toward the woman. You crouched down next to her, placing your hand on the man’s shoulders. No injuries visible.

“He didn’t fall.” Bellamy said, speaking your thoughts.

“He chased me in the City Of Light.” Clarke said, drawing your attention to her. “Lexa killed him.”

“Lexa?” You asked rising up to your feet. “She was there?”

“No, her spirit was.”

“The spirit of the Commander, it’s saved in the Flame.” You spoke slowly.

She nodded, agreeing with you, but that wasn’t the thing that drew your attention. Behind her, the woman rose to her feet, a dark look on her face as she glared as Clarke.

“Wanheda.” She said hatefully. “Yu don dula disha.” You did this.

All the people around you were staring at you, muttering words under their breaths, glaring at you.

“You need to get out of here, it’s not safe.” You said, walking back towards where you came from, hearing their footsteps follow you. From the distance, you saw Abby and Kane standing, watching you as you got closer.

“Good, you’re down.” Clarke said looking between the two. “We have to go. The rover’s in the north woods.”

“What about the wounded?” Her mother asked.

“Grounders don’t want our help.” Bellamy answered her. “Our people, we treat back at Arkadia.”

His words left you at question. It’s their people who are coming back to Arkadia. It’s their people who need to be treated in Arkadia. You weren’t their people, you weren’t anyone’s people. You didn’t have anywhere to go. Lexa was gone, Lincoln was gone and you had no idea where Nyko was. Before you could get lost in your thoughts Raven’s voice came through the radio attached to Bellamy’s belt. He looked at you and Clarke before stepping aside, nodding you to come with.

“Bellamy, please come in.” She said again.

“Raven,” he said, “you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re all in one piece.” She replied, her voice reassuring.

“That’s good. There’s something we need you to look into.”

“First tell me how my friends are.” She insisted. “Did everyone make it? Clarke? Y/N?”

Clarke took the radio out of Bellamy’s hand. “I’m okay, we’re both okay, thanks to you.” There was a pause before Clarke continued. “Raven, did Alie ever tell you why she created the City Of Light?”

“No. Why?”

Clarke opened her mouth to answer however a voice from the crowd interrupted.

“Haihefa. Em ste alive! Oso gaf a fisa!” The king. He’s alive! We need a healer!

You immediately turned to the sound, knowing it was Roan they were talking about.

“Clarke?” You heard Raven’s voice through the radio voice.

“Fill Raven in.” Clarke told Bellamy before turning to her mother. “They need a doctor.”

Clarke bagan making her way to Roan alongside Abby, Kane and you. You ran to him, helping Clarke flip him over as you examined him. His face was dirty with blood and a gun wound im his chest.

“What..” you trailed off, not knowing what to ask or say.

“He got shot trying to help me. I thought he was dead.” She quickly explained.

Abby placed two fingers on his neck. “Not yet. But he’s close.” She moved him slightly, revealing his back. “No exit wound. We need to get the bullet out quickly.”

“What can I do go help?” You asked. Before she could answer you a sword was pressed against your throat, making you quickly draw back and stand with your hands raised.

“Get away from our king.” The voice belonged to none other than Echo, the girl who left you and Bellamy alongside 46 of his people to die.

“Wait. Please, No.” Clarke called, only to be ignored.

“I could save him, but you have to let me.” Abby said.

“We have our healer.” Echo quickly declined.

“Listen to her, Echo. Their healer is much more skillful than any other I’ve seen, that’s what Roan needs right now.” You tried to talk to her, only to be met with the blade pressing harder against your skin, blood already escaping.

“Shut up, assassin.” She snapped at you before turning to her people. “Hon daun haihefa gon bangeda kom rest kom oso dead.” Take the king to the embassy with the rest of our dead. She ordered her guards. “Dula'm op nau.” Do it now.

They walked over to Roan, lifting him up and taking him away.

“Echo.” You heard Bellamy’s stern voice as you watched him make his way to you through the crowd, his face worried as he looked at you.

“Bellamy, don’t. It’s okay.” You tried to assure him, but he was having none of it.

“Let her go, Echo. Let her go, now.” He said angrily, fighting against Kane who was holding him back.

“Back off, Bellamy.” She warned him, pressing the blade even harder, making you wince. His eyes met yours and you gave him a nod. “I’m fine.” His head shook as he still looked at you with worry.

“Echo, not to mention I saved you life, your king is my friend. Let them help him. They won’t hurt him.” You said in a calm voice, trying to reason with her.

“You’re right, you did save my life. I owe you one.” Was all she said before pushing you forward, you falling to the ground of it wasn’t for Bellamy catching you and pulling you into him.

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He asked you and cupped your face, eyes locking on the small cut on your neck.

“I’m okay. It’s okay.” You told him and took his hands in yours. His eyes softening for a second before he looked past you as Echo, anger possessing his face again as he pulled you close to him, as if protecting you with his body.

“Look around you.” Echo said, looking at everyone then letting her eyes rest on you. “Skaikru did this to us. Because of them, Ontari, your rightful Commander, is dead. This imposter stole her Flame.”

“No.” Kane said, stepping forward. “Wanheda saved us, all of us - Grounder and Skaikru.”

“There would have been nothing to save us from if not for you.” Echo shot back.

“Azgeda has no authority here.”

“We do now. In the name of king Roan, as rightful caretakers of the throne of the commanders, Polis is now under Azgeda rule.” She announced.

You look up at Bellamy, both of you sharing a worried look. This was not good, not good at all.

“Like hell it is.” One of the ambassadors stepped forward, stopping in front of Echo. “Where’s your war chief, girl?”

“Our war chief is dead, ambassador. As a member of the Queen’s guard, command of the army had fallen to me until the king awakens.” She said, a small smirk playing on her lips.

“If he awakens.” The ambassador corrected her. “Until a new commander can ascend, Polis is to be ruled by ambassadors of the coalition. If Azgeda wants it, they must take it by force.”

In a swift move, Echo sliced the ambassador’s throat with her sword, the woman falling down to the ground, dead. “Consider it taken. No Skaikru leaves this city. Gon Azgeda!” For Ice Nation! She yelled rising her sword high in the air, all the soldiers following her move, cheering.

“Looks like saving the world will have to wait.” Bellamy said from behind you.

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You found Octavia with the wounded by Indra’s side. You quickly made your way to her.

“Octavia, you need to come with me. It’s not safe for you here.” You said, your eyes flickering between her and Indra. You did not know what was the woman’s opinion on you, and you didn’t intend to stick around and find out.

“Why? What’s going on?” She asked, coming to stand in front of you.

“Echo, the Ice Nation bitch, decided to take Polis under her control. She killed an ambassador already and is out for Skaikru. You need you come with me or else you’re dead.” You explained, hoping that she would listen.

Indra came to stand beside her, examining you. “Why should we trust you, assassin?”

“There we go.” You muttered under your breath with an eye roll. “I was there, okay? Pretty sure I didn’t imagine having a sword to my throat the entire time.”

“It’s okay, Indra, we can trust her.” Octavia said to her mentor.

“Alright then, take us to them.”

“One thing before. Any idea how we get Polis out of the hands of Azgeda?”

She took a second to think before answering. “War. I can get the other clans to join Trikru and Skaikru to a battle against Azgeda. It is the only way we’ll be able to win back Polis.”

“Only?” You pressed further, desperate for an answer that didn’t include death.

“If what you’re saying is true and Echo did murder the ambassador, then I’m afraid so.”

You led them to where Kane and Abby told you to bring them, opening the door for Indra and Octavia. You came to stand beside Bellamy as you watched Indra embrace Kane, something a bit out of the ordinary, you’d say.

“Well?” Clarke asked you, stepping closer.

“You’re not gonna like it.” You shook your head.

“When you destroyed the City Of Light,” Indra began explaining, “there were a thousand Azgeda warriors inside the city of Polis.”

“Good timing.” Octavia commented.

“Only way to remove them is by force.” Indra continued.

“Then let’s remove them.” Octavia cut in again.

“Slow down.” Abby said, cutting between the two. “You’re talking about a war.”

“Yes. Rockline, Flokru and Broadleaf will join Trikru without question, but we’ll be short.”

“This is madness.” Abby whispered, looking around the room before going back to Indra and Kane. “We should be leaving with the others. While we still have time.”

“They know where we live. If we run, they’ll follow.” Kane said, turning her down. “There are 8 other clans. How do we get them to join us?” He asked Indra.

“I can do it, but I’ll need the flame.” She said, her gaze turning to Clarke.

“No.” She shook her head almost immediately.

“Clarke, the clans will follow whoever has the flame. Indra won’t be able to persuade them without it.” You said to her, but she was quick to shut you up.

“Azgeda won’t.” She argued.

“Then we fight.” Octavia said. “That’s the point.”

“No it’s not.” She shot back. “The point is, there’s no time for a fight. We have to save Roan.”

“Save him? They won’t let us near him.” Octavia argued.

“Wait a second. What don’t we know?” Abby asked, reading her daughter like a book.

“The reason Alie created the City Of Light.” Clarke said, drawing the attention of all the people in the room.

“Why?” Kane was the one who dared to asked.

Before she gave him her answer she looked at Bellamy, receiving a reassuring nod from him. “Nuclear reactions inside power plants that survived the bombs are melting down. Radiation levels are already rising. If we can’t figure out a way to fix it, all of us will be dead in 6 months.”

You looked around the room, taking note of the fear on each of their faces.

“Alie told you this?” Kane insured.

“Yes.” She nodded.

“And you believe her?” Abby questioned further.

“Raven‘s looking into it.” Bellamy replied her.

“I believe her.” Clarke said, ignoring Bellamy’s response.

“Even if it’s true, that’s 6 months away.” Indra said. “There are a thousand Ice Nation warriors on the street who want to kill us today.”

“They won’t kill us.” Clarke said confidentiality.

“How could you possibly know that?” Octavia asked her.

“Because we’re gonna surrender.”

The plan was clear, Jaha gets you in the room disguised as what’s supposed to be Ontari’s body, an offer to Azgeda as a peace offering. Once you’re in the room, you take down the guards and let Abby and Clarke in so they can save Roan. A perfect plan, however on borrowed time.

“Be careful, okay?” Bellamy said as you secured your weapons.

“I’m be fine, it’s not like if I fail we die.” You joked, relieved to see a small smile on his face. “There it is, the famous Blake smile.” You words made his smile even bigger and that rose a smile on your face.

“I promise I’ll be okay, I’ll kick ass and save ass.” You said with a smile, joining Bellamy as hd chuckled. He cupped your face and brought you close to him. “I love you.” He whispered before connecting his lips to yours. You immediately complied, placing your hands over his as you kissed him back. “I love you, too.” You said as you broke apart.

“It’s time.” Clarke said, making you pull away from each other’s embrace.

“Let’s do this.”

Jaha carried you into the room, you being covered with fabric to give the illusion of being a dead body.

“Ontari belong with her people.” You heard Jaha say after he entered the room.

“Put em kom others.” Put her with the others. Echo ordered. Soon enough, you were grabbed from Jaba’s arms into the arms of an Azgeda guard then placed on the ground.

“En show em ha Azgeda repays a hana gon bringer kom klika.” And show him how Ice Nation repays a favor to the bringer of the Key. She added, and you immediately knew what was going to happen.

Soon there were sounds of struggle and fists hitting and grunts, which most likely belonged to Jaha.

“Skaikru ste surrendering.” Skaikru is surrendering. One guard said, making the others finally stop their assault on Jaha.

“Goch op haihefa.” Guard the king. Echo ordered. “Rest ona ai. En lid in em seintaim.” The rest, on me. And bring him too.

You heard her footstep, followed by the others, walk out of the room, the door opening and closing, signaling that you were alone. You slowly cut the fabric open with your knife, careful not to alert the guards and the healer. You sat up, observing the room before getting up and making your way to the center of the room. You started with the guards, sliding on your knees and slicing their claves, making them both drop to their knees, perfect position for you to jab your knives into their chest. Two down, on to go. You decided to get creative and grabbed one of the spears that belonged to the now dead guard and threw it, hitting the healer bullseye in the head. A small smirk played on your lips as you did so. A part of you really missed doing this, and that was what scared you the most.

You walked over to the side door and opened it, allowing Clarke and Abby to step into the room. “King’s on the table.” You informed them.

Clarke quickly got to work whilst Abby took a second to observe what you’ve done. Two dead guards by the door and one in the floor with a spear through the mouth. You knew what was going on through her head as she took a glance at you, however you knew you were short on time.

“Well, go save him.” You rushed her. She joined Clarke beside the table and they both got to work. Now all you had to do is wait, and hope no one comes back.

Night has fallen, Clarke and Abby were still working on Roan. You paced the room, stopping by the window. You spotted Bellamy, standing in front of Echo. You guessed she asked for him, it’ll only make sense. An Azgeda spy, a very not trusting person. You jaw clenched, seeing all of the weapons pointed at Bellamy, making you unease. You knew he would nail this, that guy really had a way with words. It was Echo you didn’t trust. She was exactly the person who would make a dick move and betray what was supposed to be a peaceful conversation about a surrender.

“Hurry the fuck up, things are moving down there.” You said, turning to Clarke and Abby.

“I need more time.” Abby said. In her hand she what you guessed was the thing that was supposed to pull the bullet out. Clarke was pressing a piece of fabric neck to it to soak the blood.

“The bullet is pressing against his carotid.” Clarke said, panicked.

“It’s cutting off blood flow to his brain.” Abby followed up on her thread. “As soon as I get it out, he should wake up.”

She twisted the tool, repeating the words, ‘got it’ over and over again until finally she pulled the bullet out. “Good job.” Clarke praised her. You sighed in relief.

“Now we wait.” Abby said. You looked out of the window again, Bellamy and Echo still haven’t moved, which was a good sign. However, you were still stuck in the same position, depended on when or even if Roan wakes up.

“His breathing is still shallow.” Abby’s voice made you turn away from the window.

“You said his lungs were fine.” Clarke claimed.

“No. I said I though so.” She corrected her. “It’s possible a bone fragment could’ve lodged in the tissue.”

You didn’t know what that meant but you knew it wasn’t good. You clenched your jaw and cursed under your breath, returning to your post by the window. Echo turned around to leave, but not before Bellamy grabbed her arm, making all of the Azgeda guards raise their weapons, ready to shoot. You heart leaped to your throat as you watched her kick him down to the ground and taking his knife out of its holster, pressing it against his throat. Your hand moved to your own knife in instinct. You were officially out of time.

“It’s time to go.” You said as you stoped beside them.

“No. He needs more time.” Abby insisted.

“If Roan doesn’t wake up, we’re all dead.” Clarke said, backing up her mother.

You took a shaky breath in, knowing that Bellamy’s life was at steak. You looked at the window, ready to get back to it to see if he was okay when loud banging was heard through the room.

“They’re here, time’s up. Back door, now.” You demanded.

“I have to close, or he’ll bleed out.” Abby said, staying put as she went to arrange he things.

“No. We have to go, or we’ll bleed out.” You said harshly.

Clarke pushed the piece of fabric into the bullet hole with her finger. “This is gonna have to do.” She muttered.

“Good job.” Abby said.

“Let’s go.”

You turned around to the door but stopped as it was bursted open, Azgeda guards behind it.

“Fuck.” You muttered, this was not good at all. You were screwed.

You pulled out your knife and got ready for the attack. One charged at you but you quickly turned, sending your elbow to his side before stabbing him in his leg, then killing him with one to the heart. Next one grabbed you from behind, locking both of your arms behind your back, your knife falling from your hand. You groaned in frustration as you tried to pry yourself free. Echo barged into the room, her guards following her, one of them holding Bellamy. She pulled out her sword and held it against his neck.

“Bellamy.” You said before you could stop yourself. His eyes met yours and before you could do anything the guard pushed you to your knees, giving you the leverage you needed. You you leaned forward, letting him hold your body by your hand before you threw you head back, colliding it with his nose. A very underrated weak spot. As Nyko used to say. His hold on your hand loosened and you rolled forward before standing up. If you were going down, you were going down with a fight. As another guard lunged at you you rised your leg and kick him in his chest before placing your forearm against his neck then punching him as hard as you could. Before you could do anymore damage, the sound of Bellamy grunting made you stop and look at him. The knife now digging in his skin. You glared at Echo but raised your hands nonetheless. The guard the was holding you first came behind you and held you in your place. You looked at Bellamy, the blade no longer in his skin however there was a red line where it was, and that was enough to anger you.

You laughed. “You’re a coward, a power-hungry one, but still a coward. Using Bellamy to stop me, smart, but a coward’s move. We both know you couldn’t stop me if you tried to.” Your words made her drop her sword from Bellamy’s throat, to your relief. She made her way over to you and glared at you with a hateful look.

“You’re nothing but a dirty bounty hunter, no respect should you be treated with.” She spat.

“Whatever you say. You’re the boss, right? Well, as long as Roan is napping.” You weren’t stupid, you weren’t just trying to provoke her because you felt like it. You were stalling. She was going to waste no time in executing all of you and putting an end to Skaikru. However all those plans weren’t possible if Roan was in charge instead of her. So all you had to do was run your mouth just a little bit more and death will no longer be an option.

“I’d advise you to shut up before I kill you.” She warned, but you weren’t phased by that.

“You making the kill instead of ordering someone else to do it? Wow, some queen you are.” You taunted her, only to be met by her sword to your neck. You chuckled. “Come one, to the throat? Now even the heart? We’re talking about the bounty hunter who save you here, can’t you-“

“Ona em knees.” On her knees. She ordered the guard that was holding you. He pushed you down to your knees and you looked up at Echo, her sword raised.

“No, Echo stop!” Bellamy yelled, but was quickly held back by a guard. “Stop! Don’t touch her!”

“Gon ai Haiplana.” For my Queen.

However before she could kill you, a voice of a familiar king made your whole body wash with relief.

“Hod op!” Wait! Roan called as he sat up, alive and breathing. His eyes went to Echo, then to you. Perfect timing.

“Ai haihefa.” My king. Echo immediately said.

“Roan, help us.” Clarke pleaded him. “Tell them we’re friends.”

He stood up, coughing, clearly not in a state to move so much.

“You shouldn’t try to stand so soon.” Abby called for him.

“Where is Ontari?” Roan asked, confused to what was going on.

“Dead, sire, killed by them.” Echo reported.

His face dropped, then he glared as us.

“We couldn’t save her, but we did what we came here to do. Now I need you to honor your promise to protect my people.” Clarke said to him.

“Yeah, that was before your people shot me and killed my commander.” He shot back, his hand still on his wound as he leaned on the table.

“We just saved your damn life.” Octavia said, not happy with his response.

Echo made her way to Roan, lowering her voice but you could still hear her. “Roan, your people are hungry for you to lead them. Do as your mother would have. Kill Wanheda. Take her power and rule over everything.”

Roan didn’t say anything, just looked at Clarke, then at her mother, then at you. “Lock them up.”

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You sat on the floor on the cell, head leaned back against the wall as you sighed heavily. You occupied yourself with the chain holding you in place, running your finger up and down.

“What the fuck was that back there?” Bellamy snapped at you from where he was sitting beside you.

“That was stalling.” You answered him, not looking up.

“You could have gotten yourself killed, Y/N. Hell, you almost did.” He kept going.

“Yeah, almost.” You said, finally looking up at him. “I was just stalling because one way or another she was going to kill us all, but she wasn’t going to do that if Roan was awake. All I had to do was simply stall her until Roan woke up from his half-dead slumber. And look, it worked!” You added in a cheery tone.

“You are crazy, you know that?” He said, but he didn’t sound as harsh as before.

“Not crazy, baby, smart.” You corrected with a smirk. He returned the smirk with a smile of his own.

“But you really did have me worried there.” He said after a few seconds. “I really thought she was going to kill you.”

You moved your hands so one could rest on his thigh as an act of comfort. “She didn’t, and I’m sorry, I’ll let you know if I have another master-plan in mind.”

He chuckled and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

The sound of guards approaching the cell made you and Bellamy pull apart, now focused on the entry. Three guards entered the room, followed by Echo. Your heart was beating faster as they walked over to you, one of them gripping your arm and pulling you harshly to your feet. You winced as he did, the pain from your injuries still not gone.

“Where are you taking her?” Bellamy demanded, standing up as well. He was ignored, and instead Echo turned to you with a glare.

“You try anything, he dies.” She warned you, and she didn’t need to say who she was talking about, you knew it was Bellamy. You rolled your eyes, but agreed nonetheless. They tied your hands behind your back and started pushing you towards the exit.

“Hey, stop! Don’t hurt her! Leave her alone!” Bellamy yelled after you, restraining against the chains holding him down.

“Bellamy, it’s okay.” You said, but it didn’t help, he kept yelling after you, a few more joining him.

“Echo, wait! Where are you taking her?!” He demanded, only to be met with a punch to his stomach.

“Bellamy!” You called, hating watching him double over in pain. They dragged you out of the room, the voices of Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia echoing through the hall. Before you could guess where they were taking you a bag was pulled over your head. You tried to make sense of where you were by the turns and the doors opening, but it was no use.

“Nokeryon, as requested.” You heard Echo way before the bag was lifted, making you squint your eyes as you took in the room. In front of you was Roan, sitting on the throne with the crown of Azgeda decorating his head.

“Good. Now get out.” He said, his voice low and deep.

Echo sighed before leaving the room, the guards following behind her. The doors closed, leaving you and Roan alone. He stood up and walked over to you, examining your face before gripping your shoulders, turning you around. Confusion rose on your face but died down as you felt his hands untying yours. You took the liberty to turn back around to face him.

“Are you stupid or is this just an act?” He asked you before you could say anything.

“What?”

“Siding with Skaikru? Really?” He said, doubting your choices. “And I thought bounty hunters were supposed to be smart. Survival speaking.”

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” You challenged, rising your eyebrows at him.

“Not for long.” He said with a shake of his head. “However if you accept my offer, you might survive.”

“I’ll have to hear your offer before accepting anything.” You replied, not more intrigued with the conversation.

“I want to offer you a place in Azgeda, right beside me. I’ll fight for you to live, as long as you will do the same for my people.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. The last thing you thought he’d ask you was to join him. You couldn’t deny the fact that it has been your dream when you were younger, always wanting a place to belong to. But as you got older you realized how easier it was to live by your own, to survive by your own. But now, after everything that has happened and with Praimfaya coming your way, you started doubting your old fashioned way to live. That’s why his offer didn’t sound absurd, it tempting even. However, if you accepted it, you’d be siding with the enemy, against the people who helped you, against Bellamy.

“Well? What do you say?”

You sucked a breath in, not knowing what to say to him. So instead of answering his question you posed him another.

“If I join you, what will there be of Skaikru?”

He smirked. “Why do you care? As far as I know you, you don’t care about the survival of others, just yours.”

“Are you going to kill Wanheda and take her power? Use her death to control your clan and others? That’s your plan?” You asked him, diverting him to on other subject. He was right, three months ago you didn’t give a fuck about whether Skaikru, or anyone for that matter, will live or die. Now, you weren’t so sure about that.

“Yes. That way my people will learn to respect me as their king, and not as a traitor.” He explained to you.

“Right, so it’s respect you want, not control.”

“You could say that, yes.”

His attention was suddenly drawn to the yelling outside, ‘jus drein jus daun’ was chanted by the angry people. He walked towards the small window, you following behind him.

“If by control you mean controlling these people, then yes, I do seek control.” He said, making you turn your head to him.

“What if I told you that killing Wanheda wasn’t the only, or best way, to get achieve that.”

His gaze met yours and you resisted the urge to shrink back. His gaze was threatening, powerful, and with the part of you that was some what afraid, the other was attracted.

“What are you talking about?”

“The Flame.” Your words made his eyes widen a little bit. “The clans will follow whoever has the Flame, right? If that person is you, you can consider yourself respected and in control.”

“I thought it was lost, gone.”

“Nope. Clarke has it, and if giving it to you means peace and Skaikru alive, I’m pretty sure she’ll be able to give it up.” You leaned your back against the wall, crossing your arms as you kept your eyes on Roan. “What do you say?”

“If I agree, you join us. That’s my deal.” He insisted, making you shift in your place, uncomfortable with even considering his offer.

“Why do you want me by your side, anyway? From your impression you don’t really like bounty hunters, neither does Echo.”

“First of all, Echo doesn’t have an opinion in this matter. And to your question, you’re much more useful than you think.” He stepped closer to you, lowering his voice. “I saw you fighting my guards after you and the doctor saved my life, I could use your skills. You’re a good fighter, and a good training partner.”

“I’m honored, I really am, but no. Azgeda is now an enemy to not only Skaikru, but to Trikru as well. If I side with you, I’m betraying them.”

“But you’re not Trikru, and they do not consider you as their own. I will. If you agree to this, I will be by your side, keep you protected and make sure you survive.”

You shook your head, deciding to reveal to him the truth. He didn’t know about Praimfaya, thus he didn’t take it under consideration when he talked about the future.

“There’s something else you don’t know about, something that will determine our futures.”

“And what’s that?” He asked, turning his body fully to face you.

“A wave of radiation - Praimfaya. It’ll be here in 6 months and there is no way to stop it.”

“Our ancestors survived Praimfaya, and so will we. This doesn’t change nothing.”

“This time it’s different, I don’t know all the scientific details but it’s not like what we know it for. I’m talking about a wave of death, killing and destroying everything within its path. These people out there-“ you pointed to the window, “-have no idea what is coming and they need a leader, a strong one, to help them. That’s you, Roan. With the Flame you’ll have the power and the people’s respect. It’s the perfect plan.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. He knew you were right, and you just hoped his ego or whatnot won’t get in his way of making the right choice.

“You’re right. But you still haven’t answered my question.”

You rolled your eyes. “For fuck‘s sake, Roan. I already told you, I can’t accept it.”

He opened his mouth to argue but you quickly shut him up. “I know, Trikru will not accept me as their own but you have to realize that you are not the good guy here. I side with you, I side with the enemy, I become the enemy.”

He chuckled, now leaning his side on the wall, his hand on his hip. “Don’t exaggerate, once I take the Flame and take control of the situation Azgeda will no longer be their enemy of their problem, Praimfaya will.”

“Let’s go on with the plan and we’ll see what happens afterwards. Alright?”

He smiled, leaning closer to you. “Whatever you say. Now, let’s get your friend Clarke to agree to give the Flame.”

“After you. These days it seems like I’m not allowed to walk by myself anymore.”

He chuckled and placed his hand on your back, gently pushing you to walk before him. Outside the room, was Echo and the guards who led you into the room. Roan told them to take you back to the cell with no restraints and to let you talk to Clarke. Echo was clearly displeased with his choice but did as he asked nonetheless. You felt slightly uncomfortable with the glares sent your way as they led you back to the cell, but you ignored it, instead trying to think about what you were going to say to Clarke.

The door opened, allowing you to walk into the cell. Your eyes immediately found Bellamy’s. He was sitting on the floor, head in his hands.

“Y/N.” He said once he saw you. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“I’m okay, Bell, they didn’t do anything.” And as much as you wanted to jump into his arms, you had a mission first. “I’m here for you.” You said and turned to Clarke. “Roan wants to kill you, take your power and with that win the respect of his people. Obviously, that’s not going to happen. I told him about Praimfaya and he agreed to spare you, and Skaikru, but only if you give up the Flame. Which he will use to make the people out there listen and stop a war waiting to happen.”

Her face became more and more uneasy with every words you spoke. “It’s the only way, Clarke. Trust me, I’ve tried.

She stood up, nodding her head slowly. “Okay.”

“Good.” You stepped closer to her and reach out your hand. “I’ll give it him and soon you will all be released.”

“No.” She shook her head, making you scrunch your face in confusion. “I want to give it to him. Take me to him, or no deal.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

As much as you wanted to be angry at Clarke for complicating this more than needed, you knew how tough this has been on her. The Flame was the only thing she had to remember Lexa by. And while you didn’t really know the woman that much, you knew Clarke held s special place for her in her heart.

______

“I know you’ve all come here for an execution, but no one else will die here today.”

You stood in the crowd as Roan spoke, your eyes trained on him. Your hand was holding Bellamy’s, feeling his tight grip grounded you, made you feel safe.

“The city of light has fallen, and there is no commander left to rule us. Until another nightblood ascends, I - king Roan of Azgeda, eldest son of Nia, grandson of Theo - am caretaker of the throne and keeper of the Flame.” He lifted his hands, the tiny chip held between his fingers.

“Yu are a haihefa nou a priest.” You’re a king not a priest! A woman yelled from the crowd. “Dison laik bandragen.” This is blasphemy.

“Nou bandragen.” Not blasphemy. Roan corrected her. “Order. Until another ascends, Azgeda honors and will defend the coalition of the last true Commander - Lexa kom Trirkru, including the 13th clan.”

With the last of his words, people began murmuring, clearly doubting his choice, but he continued nonetheless.

“Let it be known that an attack against Skaikru is an attack against us all.”

His eyes met yours, and his head gave the slightest of nods, you returned it, the corner of your lips tugging upwards. All was good now, the tough part was over.

_________

“I won’t be accepting your offer, that’s not why I’m here.” You explained as you entered the room.

Roan sighed and walked to you. “So what is this about?”

“I won’t join you, but I will stay here. To help you, just for a week.” You said, feeling a little lighter as his gaze softened a little bit.

“Help me? With what?”

“You said it yourself that you need my help, that I’m a good fighter. I’ll be by your side, I’ll be your training partner. You decide.” You shrugged. Truth was, you didn’t really want to stay here, you wanted to go back with Bellamy and the others to Arkadia. But you were afraid, afraid that you’ll just be an outsider, that you won’t belong. You remembered how Abby looked at you, like you were a heartless monster. That’s what they all though of you. So you decided to stay in Polis, even if it was only for a week.

“Alright then. Welcome.” He said with a small smile. “Training starts tomorrow, I need to get strong, I can’t afford this injury to slow me down.”

“Your wish is my command then.”

“Go, say goodbye. I’ll tell the guards to take you to your room when you’re back.”

You offered him a smile. “Thank you.”

Your breathing was uneven as you made your way towards Bellamy, knowing he won’t be happy with your choice. You left him once after the battle at Mount Weather, you didn’t want to leave him again. But it was just one week, you reminded yourself, not three whole months.

“Y/N.” He said once he saw you, enveloping you in a tight hug. “Where were you? Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” You said and slightly pulled away, not ready to leave his arms just yet. “I was actually talking with Roan.” You looked past his shoulder at Clarke, Octavia, Abby and Kane who were looking at you with curiosity. You moved your gaze back to Bellamy before speaking. “I’m staying here, I’m not coming back with you.”

“What?” Bellamy was the first one to react. “No, no way. I told you there will be a place for you in Arkadia. You can come stay, it’s safe.”

“It’s not about that.” You shook your head. “Roan needs my help and I accepted. It’s just for a week, Bellamy. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“What does he need from you?” He asked, still not at ease with your plan.

“Training, mostly, I presume. He didn’t really say exactly what.” You placed your hands on his cheeks. “It’s okay, Bellamy, it’s just for a week. You need time to figure out how to deal with the radiation coming our way, I can’t really help you with that. I’ll stay here, keep the peace.”

His jaw clenched, eyes hardened at the thought of you staying back. “One week, and you’re back. I’m not losing you again.”

“You never did.” You whispered before placing your lips on his. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. You hated goodbyes, and the fact that it’s Bellamy you’re saying bye to made it worse.

“I love you.” He said after he pulled away.

“I love you, too.”

You broke apart, Clarke wrapping her arms around you. “Be careful and good luck. Thank you for your help.”

“You be safe, too. You got this.” You said back. You looked over at Octavia, not expecting a reaction from her.

“I’m staying here with Indra, so you’ll have company.” Was all she said.

You nodded offering her a tight lipped smile.

“Abby and I are staying here as well so anything you need you can come to us.” Kane said with a kind smile, which you returned.

“Thank you.”

After saying goodbye to everyone you turned back to the tower, a new feeling of excitement tingling your body.

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