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darkjanet2 · 6 months

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Chapter 22: The Sorrow of Sonic's Heart

The next day, they were sent back to Earth safely, the citizen were cheering on them, throwing confetti in their faces and the media had gone wild. Even some press members questioned their involvement with the war and how it would affect relations between humans and alien races. As if this was not bad enough, Sonic had a great time with the reporters before returning to his home in San Francisco.

When the sun had set, Sonic and the others separated and went to their homes, Sonic went to his house, closed the door behind him, and sighed sadly. He went upstairs to the bathroom, switched the light on, and turned on the shower. He felt the temperate warmth run down his hand if it was hot enough. He then took off all his gloves and shoes, threw them into the laundry basket, and jumped in the shower. The water ran down to his body, soothing him like a warm caress. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feeling. Sonic knew he would have to get dressed again soon. Sonic opened his eyes in sadness and leaned his head against the cool wall. He missed Shadow already. He wanted to see his lover’s face as much as his own, but even more than that, he needed him by his side right now. It wasn’t so bad being away from ARK, he had always liked being free to fly around whenever he wanted, he just wished Shadow could be there too. But Shadow was dead. After showering, Sonic out of the shower and brushed his teeth for a second time, he put on his pajamas. He laid down and got comfortable under the covers. Sonic didn’t know if he could sleep for tonight. He stared at the ceiling until he finally drifted off into a deep slumber, filled with dreams of Shadow. The night passed without any disturbances.

The next morning, the sun was rising to the sky, and the birds were chirping, enjoying their beautiful new morning. Sonic groaned as he opened his eyes groggily, he rolled over and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. The clock next to him said it was 7 a.m. Sonic got out of his bed, walked to his window, and opened the curtain. He gazed out, the scenery was lovely and peaceful. Sonic frowned. It was a shame that Shadow couldn’t be here with him. Sonic knew he wasn’t going to be able to go through this day alone, not anymore.

'Shadow isn't there anymore. Why am I still thinking about him?' Sonic thought. 'Because he will never come back.'

He walked to his nightstand and opened the drawer, he took out Shadow's Inhibitor Ring that he kept for a whole time. A gold glow emanated from the ring and it shimmered in the sunlight. Sonic sighed softly as he stroked the ring with his finger.

"I wish you were here, Shadow," he whispered. Sonic frowned slightly. His mind began to wander to thoughts about their first meeting when he met Shadow, their time fighting each other, falling in love with each other, fighting against the FInal Hazard. And Shadow sacrificed himself for him. Sonic closed his eyes and frowned. "I hope you can see me today," whispered Sonic.

He put the ring back in the drawer and closed it. He went downstairs to the kitchen to make some cereal. He walked to the living room, sat on a couch, and turned on a TV to watch MTV. He was watching Ridiculousness while eating his cereal. After he finished his breakfast, he went to the kitchen to rinse the bowl out and put it in the dishwasher. He then went back to the living room and MTV for the next show. He watched Jersey Shore, which started playing after ten minutes. Sonic held the pillow to his torso and continued watching the program while he waited for it to end. As his ring rang, he picked up his iPhone 15 Pro Max, and this ID caller was Amy Rose. Sonic put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hi, Sonic!" chirped Amy.

"Eh, hey, Amy," he replied awkwardly. There was a pause. "What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to see how you are doing," said Amy.

"Oh, I'm doing fine, Amy. Just watching TV," said Sonic.

"Oh, okay. Well, I was wondering if you want to hang out with me today," said Amy.

'Do I really have to do this? What if I say no? If I don't hang out with her, she will get depressed,' he thought to himself.

"Uh, yeah, sure! I'm kinda bored watching TV. So where to?" he asked.

"To the amusement park!" exclaimed Amy happily. Sonic raised his eyebrow. He knew she loved roller coasters and rides, but he never expected her to ask him to join her on one. Sonic didn’t mind though, he enjoyed hanging out with her. Besides, what fun does it be watching movies on TV every day?

"Yeah, sounds good," said Sonic.

"Great! I'll see you at 11 AM," said Amy.

"Okay. Bye, Amy," he hung up as he laid his head back and groaned in frustration. "Oh, why do I have to hang out with her?" He sighed and got up from the couch. Sonic looked out the window at the view of the city below him. "Maybe it would be better to hang out with someone else instead..." he muttered.

Sonic thought, "If Shadow were here, he would hang out with me.".

He headed upstairs to freshen up, he took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his quills, and put on a pair of white gloves and a pair of red and white sneakers. He locked the door and ran to the destination to the amusement park. As he arrived at the amusement park, he saw Amy in a beautiful red dress featuring a white sheer bodice panel with a red polka dot design, front ribbon lace-up accents, and ruffled white lace trim. Thick shoulder straps with ruffled trim along with the removable bow on the back. A white trim on the hem of the skirt. She even wore a red rose headband, and she wore red boots with bowknot dangling with pearls.

Amy saw Sonic and waved at him, "Hi, Sonic!" she called.

'Why is she wearing like that?' he asked in thought.

"Hey, Amy," he waved at her.

Amy smiled and ran towards him. They met up near the entrance of the park. "So, ready for our first date?" she asked.

Sonic grinned and chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I guess. Let's go." They walked together in silence till they reached the entrance of the park. They stopped at the gate and Amy ordered two tickets for Sonic and herself. They entered the park. Sonic looked around and he noticed all sorts of rides. Some had attractions for kids, while others had games and food stands. Sonic asked Amy if she wanted to ride the Ferris Wheel. Amy nodded and took his hand as they walked to the Ferris Wheel. Sonic and Amy climbed the stairs and began riding the Ferris Wheel to see the beautiful view of the city of San Francisco, surrounded by skyscrapers, buildings, roads, and bridges, and the ocean far far away from them. Sonic looked at Amy and admired how happy she seemed. Sonic smiled at her happiness, it made him feel happy too. After they went down on the Ferris wheel, Amy said they wanted to ride some more. Sonic hesitated but agreed.

They rode a few rides, both enjoying each other's company, but mostly they enjoyed looking at the sights around the park. Eventually, they decided to sit down for a rest on the bench and look at everything. Amy sat beside him and grabbed his arm. Sonic looked down at her, and he saw that she was holding his hand. Amy smiled at him and she was about to kiss him, but she heard Sonic's stomach growling. Sonic blushed in embarrassment and looked at the ground.

"We should eat something before we go back to the park," she giggled.

"Y-yeah," Sonic laughed nervously.

They went to the food court nearby, Sonic ordered a chili dog and a Pepsi, and Amy ordered a patty melt with Pepsi. The cooker prepared their orders and gave them food as Amy paid him. They headed to the table and ate their food. After they finished their lunch, Sonic looked around and saw a game booth selling games and stuff.

"Let's play some games," suggested Amy.

Sonic nodded and they headed towards the arcades. It was crowded with people playing games of all kinds. Races were being held, shooting was being done, darts were being thrown, and laser guns were being fired. His attention was drawn to the games he liked best. As he explored the booths, he selected four games: one shooter, a racing game, a shooting game, and an air hockey game.

"Which games do you want to play?" asked Amy.

"I'll do the racing car," said Sonic.

Amy nodded, "Okay!"

Sonic put the token inside the slot and began racing the game. Sonic won all his races and won one more game. Amy cheered him on. When he finished racing all of his racing games, Sonic glanced at the screen in front of him. He gasped as he saw who won most of his racing games. Sonic was in first place! Sonic was so shocked that he forgot to take his token and win another race. Amy came over to console him.

"Wow! You're very good! I didn't know that you could beat me in everything! That's amazing!" said Amy.

He shrugged in a proud manner, "Well, duh, I'm the best at racing," he said with a smile on his face.

Amy giggled and placed her hand on top of his, "Well, I must admit, you're the best at racing. Maybe you should become champion of racing instead of just being a hero," she giggled again.

"Nah, I'd rather be a hero than just be a hero, ya know?" said Sonic.

"Sure thing. But still, you're awesome, Sonic," Amy smiled.

"Thanks," Sonic replied. He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was already 6 p.m. it was getting late.

"Hey, Amy. Do you wanna go home now?" asked Sonic. Amy looked at the time on her iPhone and it was pretty late.

"You're right, it's getting late. Let's walk home together," said Amy.

Both of them stood up and began walking together. They walked to the street that they lived on, which was only a couple blocks away. As they arrived at Amy's house, they walked to the doorstep. They turned around and faced each other. Amy stood on her toes and kissed Sonic on the cheek.

"That was so nice. Have a great night!" she said, smiling.

"You too. See you tomorrow," he replied.

"See ya, Sonic," she replied as she closed the door. Sonic turned around and headed for his own house. He started running behind with a blue streak through the traffic light. As he arrived home, he unlocked the door to enter his home, shut the door, and locked it. He then leaned his head back to the door and sighed heavily.

"Ugh, that was awkward. Why did I agree to it? Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now. At least I killed boredom," he grumbled and walked upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. He went to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed exhausted. He sighed as he turned off the lights and curled himself into a ball. He shed tears and hugged his pillow tight. He wanted Shadow so badly. His eyes stung with tears and he felt hot tears streaming down his face. He buried his face deeper into the pillow and sobbed. He wished he could go to sleep, but he couldn't because he kept remembering the kiss. He missed Shadow so much. He wanted to see him so bad. He just wanted to spend time with him. Sonic continued crying himself to sleep.

'Shadow... I wish you were here...' Sonic thought sadly.

#fanfiction #sonic adventure 2 #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #enemies to lovers #yaoi bl

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sumu-samu · 2 years

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Chapter Three

previous next masterlist Pairing: Bellamy Blake x OC

Genre: Fluff, angst, and everything in between

Warnings: curse words, death, blood, killing, gore, and some good old chaos

Summary: Xephyr Kane, Marcus’ adopted daughter, grew up on the Ark, but begged the council to lock her up in solitary after a traumatic experience involving her birth parents. Now, she’s being sent to the ground, on her own terms unlike the other 99 kids, in hopes to start new. But what happens when she gets down there, and nothing goes as planned? Throw in a hot headed “leader” that wasn’t supposed to be there and things get… difficult.

A/N: Chapter number three, took me a while to finally get this posted. I have all the chapters written already but I just didn’t post. I’m gonna try to post more often but in all honesty I don’t know how true that's going to be. But regardless here is the well overdue chapter three

That night's sleep wasn’t any different. Same nightmare over and over, only this time it wasn’t Clarke, it was Bellamy.

When I woke up I decided I needed to find some food. I started to pack my things.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy’s voice called.

“Finding my own food you ass.” He looked at my things.

“Can’t hunt without a weapon.” He folded his arms.

“I’m not hunting, believe it or not, you can eat things other than animals.” I picked all my things up.

“Here,” he held out his knife. I backed away and just looked at it. “Come on, you never know, you might be good.” He shrugged.

“That’s what I'm afraid of.” I didn’t move until he put the knife away.

“At least come with us, you’ll have protection and you can vegan out all you want.”

“I’m not a vegan… I’m just not a hunter.”

“Whatever, just come on. As long as you don’t slow us down.” I gave him an angry look.

“Fine.” I sighed. “But you’ll be the one slowing me down.” I walked past him slamming my shoulder into his.

We were walking through the woods when we spotted a hog. There was a crack in the other direction and Bellamy turned and threw his axe. Next to the tree he threw it at was a girl, standing in fear. The other boys ran for the pig while Bellamy, Atom and I walked towards the girl.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked her. I wanted to punch him for being so rude.

“Charlotte.” She said dully

“I almost killed you.”

“Why aren’t you back at camp?” I asked her softly.

“W-well with that guy who was dying i just, i couldn’t listen anymore.” She looked to the ground.

“There’s grounders out here. It’s too dangerous for a little girl.” Atom told her.

“I’m not little.” Charlotte snapped back.

“Okay then,” Bellamy smiled at her. “But you can’t hunt without a weapon.” He said to her, just like he did me. He handed her the same knife he tried to give me. I just rolled my eyes. “Ever killed something before?” She shook her head, “who knows maybe you're good at it.” She gave a small smile.

The boys continued to hunt. And I went along picking some berries and plants that were edible. Then we heard a horn sounding. And then a cloud of yellow fog rolled in.

“Run!” Bellamy yelled. “Come on, the caves are this way.” We all followed Bellamy, Charlotte was behind him, I was behind her, and Atom behind me…. until he wasn’t. We made it to the caves when I heard Atom.

“Bellamy!” He called out.

“ATOM!” I went to run after him, I made it a few steps from the cave when I felt arms wrap around my waist.

“Xephyr! No!” Bellamy pulled me back, I kicked and screamed, telling him to let me go. He set me down and my skin burned and stung, I coughed struggling to breathe, my eyes watered not only because of the pain but because Atom was still out there and I couldn’t do anything.. “Xephyr if you go out there you’ll die! Look, you’re already affected by what little exposure you had.” I continued to cough and wheeze. “Hey, hey.” He pulled me close, one hand on my back the other on my head. “Breath, it’s okay. Just breathe.”

“He’s dead… no!” I cried. Bellamy didn’t say anything he just held onto me.

Once I had calmed down we sat in the cave for shelter. Night had fallen and Charlotte had fallen asleep.

“You should sleep.” Bellamy told me. I shook my head.

“I’ll sleep back at camp.”

Somewhere in that time Bellamy had also fallen asleep. I stood as close as I could to the opening of the cave. Debating on whether i walk out or not.

“No!” Charlotte yelled. I ran back and saw she woke up Bellamy.

“Charlotte, wake up.” He looked at her with kind, worried,eyes.

“I’m sorry.” She said softly

“Does it happen often?” She sighed in response. “What are you scared of?” She didn’t answer. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it.”

“But… I’m asleep.” She replied.

“Fears are fears.” He shook his head, “slay your demons when you’re awake, they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.” He smiled at her.

“Yeah, but… how?”

“You can’t afford to be weak, down here weakness is death, fear is death.” He said, making her even more scared. There was silence and then he said “let me see that knife i gave you.” She handed it over. “Now when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and say, screw you, I'm not afraid” he handed her the knife back.

“Screw you. I’m not afraid.” She said forcefully. He tilted his head and gave her a look that told her to say it truthfully. “Screw you, I’m not afraid.” She said this time with more meaning.

He smiled at her, “slay your demons kid. Then you’ll be able to sleep.” She lied back down going back to sleep. Bellamy turned and saw me watching.

“Where were you?” He asked coldly.

“At the front.” I answered.

He shot up, “why?” He asked with concern.

“Looking to see if the fog had passed.” He nodded his head, not fully convinced. “You do that with Octavia?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was a little different but… yeah.” He too laid back down. “You really should go to sleep.”

“No!” I shot back.

“Whatever.” He scoffed.

When morning came I was tired, exhausted. But I didn't have any terrible nightmares. I woke up Bellamy and Charlotte.

We ran out and found some of the other people that were hunting. “Where’d you go?” Bellamy asked Jones.

“Into a cave down there. The hell was that?.” He answered.

“I don’t know. Where’s Atom?” Jones shrugged. We started looking for him when we heard a scream.

“Charlotte!” I yelled. When we got to her we saw Atom's body covered in red welts and burns.

“Kill me. Kill me.” He begged.

Charlotte walked forward and handed Bellamy the knife. “Go back to camp, you too Charlotte.” I stayed put.“Xephyr.” He looked at me.

“No.” I stood beside him. We both knelt down and Bellamy stared at the suffering man before us.

“Bellamy, please.” He begged. I grabbed Bellamy's hand.

“It’s okay.” Just then we heard footsteps behind us. We turned around and it was Clarke.

“I heard screams.” She said,

“Charlotte found him. Sending her back to camp.” Bellamy looked down. Atom kept begging for us to kill him.

“Okay, I’m gonna help you.” She bent over humming a soothing tune. Bellamy handed her the knife, she took it and still humming the tune she dug it into Atom’s neck. And with that the light faded from his eyes.

By the time we got back to camp, night had fallen. “Get Clarke whatever she needs.” Bellamy told a girl.

Octavia came out of the drop ship and ran over to us. “Octavia, just stay there. Please, stay back.” Bellamy tried to push her away from Atom. She pushed him off her and walked over to him. When she pulled the jacket back she breathed out his name.

“There was nothing i could do-“

“Don’t!” She cut her brother off. She got up and walked away. I went after her.

“Octavia!” I called after her.

“Did you know?” She turned around sharply.

“I heard him yell, I went to go after him but Bellamy held me back. I tried, I tried to get him off but he wouldn’t… he wouldn’t let go. I’m so sorry.”

Whatever.” She turned around.

#bellamy #the 100 bellamy #bellamyblake #x OC #octavia blake #clarke griffin #The 100 #jasper #monty green

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firebirdsdaughter · 4 years

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Alright…

… GenmCorp already subbed that Project Thouser thing, and…

I’m losing my mind.

Naki’s a HumaGear version of Yua.

Horobi and Isamu are deliberately created opposites.

The… The parallels…

The scene where Gai mentions Fuwa? He’s giving Yua the Shooting Wolf Key and telling her to ‘make good use’ of Fuwa w/ out making him suspicious… Yua was playing the ‘second command’ position to AIMS, keeping tabs. And wow I also nailed it that Fuwa was left in charge despite his emotional state bc he was being used.

Meanwhile, perfectly juxtaposed, is Naki handing Horobi the ForceRiser, and I think telling him he’s doing a ‘good job’ and to ‘keep it up.’ ‘Bou’ comes second after ‘Metsu’ in the MetsubouJinrai, which, if one were to interpret the leadership by the arrangement of the group name, would put them in second command. Horobi’s already wearing the outfit, which means MBJR either has just started, or is in the making… Much like it seems AIMS is…

Gai deliberately created Fuwa and Horobi as opposite extremes, using Yua and Naki respectively.

I’m just.

Now all four of them need to band together and toss him in a volcano. It’s what he deserves.

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Zero-One Spoilers #Zero One Spoilers #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #my precious angry wolf dad #my imaginary impossible friendship… valid maybe???#you canNOT give Gai an easy redemption arc after this #like I will accept the Ark itself as final big bad but #you do NOT get to say Gai should be redeemed and not MBJR #not after this #fucking sleaze ball ass face #throw him in the water and let the Ark eat him #sorry I'm very tired work is WILD on Saturdays #Binary Retro Rider

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justalittlebluetiefling · 3 years

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Kind of a weird ask, but what do you expect and hope for in the pirate ark 2.0? Mainly what do you think will happen with Fjorester and what the MN could do to help Fjord move on from his past?

Oh man, I had a huge list going and I refreshed my computer on accident instead of opening a new tab... so let’s see if I can get this back. I have so many hopes and expectations for this! I’m a bit worried one of these isn’t going to be super popular, but I’m going to share it anyway. Let’s do this!

Draaaaaaaaaaaaama.

I think this will take approximately eight episodes. I mean... let’s say seven to ten episodes. It’s got Travelercon vibes all over it to me. So, I think it’ll be about as long. Not nearly as long as Fjord’s arc was before, though.

Depending on how Eiselcross resolves itself, I’m lowkey expecting Fjord and Caleb to be butting heads, because Caleb wishes they were somewhere else. Caleb’s going through a lot right now. He was really hoping that they would be able to focus on his Empire issues and his plans have been disrupted AGAIN and his entire world is being thrown for a loop AGAIN. So, I feel like he’s going to be a little stressed.

BUT. That being said. The Nein are so ride or die for each other, Caleb included. They all know, especially now, how important it is that they get Uk’otoa off of Fjord’s back. And they’re all going to be committed to this cause.

I really want them to have to go out onto the ocean again. I need more Captain and First Mate Brjeaus shenanigans. Also, I know Veth is terrified of the water, but she loves her job as the Master Gunner and I really feel like she’s in her element there.

OH. I’m hoping for a Fjord and Veth conversation. Like one-on-one. Actually, I’ll just admit it and say I want him to have a one-on-one with everyone at least one time (outside of my personal shipping desires). But Veth and Yasha are the highest on my list followed closely by Caduceus.

I don’t even want the Fjord and Veth conversation to be Jester-related though, okay? I want Veth to tell Fjord that they’ll all protect him and to mom-friend him until he cries because he’s so emotional.

I don’t know where Kotho is going to take Sabian when she is able to apprehend him. I really hope it isn’t Nicodranas, but if it is, I hope that they don’t take Sabian to the Lavish Chateau for questioning. I don’t think Fjord would allow that anyway. Unless they were able to ensure he wouldn’t know where he was.

I want them to end up in Port Damali. Partially to sate my curiosity about the city. Partially because I want the Nein to see where Fjord grew up and I want them to see the orphanage and get more of an understanding about his past whether he wants them to or not.

ALSO. This one is my angst brain talking. I feel like it’s going to come out that Fjord is kind of an unreliable narrator. Not on purpose. Unintentionally misguided. And something is going to come out that doesn’t paint him in the best light. I fully expect most of the Nein to be ‘whatever’ about it, but I think it’ll really throw him off his game.

I can’t WAIT to hear Sabian talk about what it was like on the Tide’s Breath with Fjord and Vandran. Golden Child Fjord would be amazing and I want all that jealousy. I also want someone to snap at Sabian and tell him that Fjord is a better person than Sabian ever will be.

OH YEAH. I want Jester to FINALLY convince Orly to teach her how to do magical tattoos.

OH. I keep thinking of more. I want VANDRAN to finally make an appearance. I’m not sure how or why. But I feel like Vandran’s expertise on the Uk’otoa stuff, especially on escaping it, could be incredibly valuable.

Now for SHIPPING.

This is one hundred percent going to throw Fjorester back into the main story.

We’re going to get Jester giving the necklace back.

I’m expecting a similar amount of conversations between them as there were in Travelercon. Jester checking in and making sure he’s okay. I’m expecting at least one conversation where Jester says something along the lines of: “If this is what you want to do, we’ll do it. We’re all here for you. I’m here for you.”

Jester hovering around Fjord in battles to make sure he’s protected AT ALL COSTS.

I think there’s going to be a real kiss between them 1/2 to 2/3 of the way through the arc. And I think it’s going to be on accident. Like, not planned.

I just get the feeling that as they get closer to whatever the main event is, Fjord’s going to be freaking out a bit. He already admitted that he didn’t really expect to survive this, but he’s still here and now he wants more out of life.

There’s going to be a moment where Fjord thanks Jester for the way she’s been there for him through all of this. And tells her that he wouldn’t be where he is without her. Or SOMETHING along those lines.

And like, he’s got lots of control over his emotions, but not really. His control over his emotions just keeps getting thinner. So, I’m pretty sure whatever that freak out is is going to culminate in a kiss that he then apologizes for, because they’ve got bigger things to worry about.

Like, really, I’m one million percent expecting canon Fjorester by the end of this. Travis and Fjord both are chomping at the bit for D&D romance now. We are going to get an actual confession near the end of this thing or I will eat my hat.

Not really. I won’t eat my hat. I’ve expected Beauyasha to kiss the last 80 times they went into the tower and I haven’t been right about that yet. But I will be one day. And it will be glorious.

Like how I am pretty sure I’ll be right about two-thirds of this stuff.

We’ll see! I’m so excited!!!!

#i think i got all of my original list back on here!#critical role #fjorester #fjord #the mighty nein #pirate arc 2.0 #anonymous #erin answers things

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keravnous · 3 years

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I’ve noticed that Edwards likes telescopes. There’s one on the rooftop above his office at Sgail and one can be seen in his meeting room where he logs in to talk to the Partners. It might just be put there by IOI to hammer home the idea that Providence is all-seeing but I have two different ideas: one SFW and one NSFW. I’ll put the NSFW in a separate ask cause idk if you'll be into it and this is already a long post lol.

The SFW idea is that he enjoys stargazing. I think it kind of suits him given how purposeful he is. Always looking up, always striving for more. When the poor, overworked guy needs to recharge during the Ark Society event, he heads up to the tower roof to relax and have some alone time. He treats himself to a little slice of cheesecake and wine (you can see it on the table in the game) while peering up at his favorite constellations. Marveling at how clear they are without all the light pollution you’d get in the city.

Or maybe he brings a Herald that he admires to the event. They eat, drink, and swap eavesdropped information over faint music from the courtyard. The effigy glows a warm, flickering orange in the distance. The waves surround the tower with the pleasant scent of sea water.

He shyly motions to the telescope and the Herald accepts when he invites them to have a look through it. Edward’s eyes light up as he points out different stars. Ever so gently, he places his hand on their back, ready to quickly retrieve it should they recoil. But they don’t, much to his relief. While they peek through the scope, he leans in and regales them with the stories behind the constellations' names. Orion and the scorpion, Perseus and Andromeda… His voice is so soft in their ear and his body so warm against them in the cool night. It’s a completely different side to him. One the Herald grows very fond of.

this 🥺

I am not too sure if I can fulfill the nsfw request, but I tried to give this one here a little nsfw undertone

the mentioned song: youtube / spotify

This wasn't your first time attending the annual Ark Society gathering at the Isle of Sgail but it sure was your first time making your way, let alone entering, the Constant's tower.

Miss Vidal had handed you a dossier earlier that night and requested that you'd bring it to the Constant yourself, being one of her most trusted associates. You heard your heartbeat hammer in your skull, it made your whole body vibrate with both, excitement and anxiety, as you gave a sharp knock to the massive wooden doors. The guards had immediately recognized your Providence pin and had let you past with no further questions, given the file savely tucked away under your arm.

Slowly, and your nearly expected the hinges to shriek, the door opened and you came face to face with an old man, white hair and - that, that was clearly not Mister Edwards. You were glad that the mask covered at least half of your face, your brows furrowing in both confusion and slight amusement.

"Yes, Miss/Mister?", he sharply clicked his heels and looked at you, an unreadable gaze locking with your eyes. A cold shiver ran down your spine. He seemed like a butler, and maybe he really was, but there was something in his eyes that seemed to pierce right through your carefully built facade, that screamed killer to you.

"Good evening, Sir", you smiled your most charismatic smile, "My name is y/n, Miss Vidal has sent me."

"Ah yes of course, we have been informed. Please, do come in", he took a step backwards and opened the door completely. The air inside was warm and your anxiety was immediately calmed by the dark and cozy interior as you entered the tower. So, this was it, huh? This was his place, the place of the most powerful man on earth. You had expected something a little more ... modern, maybe? More Bond villain-ish, sharp edges and light colours but this looked at lot more like the set of a period drama.

"Mister Edwards is already expecting you. This way, please", the butler lead you towards the staircase and stretched out his arm invitingly. You took a deep breath and muttered a quiet Thank you, Sir underneath your breath, slowly ascending the stairs. You heard music and someone humming along with the tune. The soft barritone sent a shiver down your spine, much more pleasant than the one minutes earlier, right down your stomach, leaving a warm and fuzzing feeling. His voice was beautiful. You rarely heard him speak and it was hard to make out the warmth of his voice in his whispering tone but now it was clearer and louded and it wrapped around your head, your whole body, like a warm blanket. You took you first steps across the perfectly polished floor and peaked around the corner.

He was lanky and tall, even more visible now with his jacket off, the crisp white shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. You had never seen him that casually and he also seemed rather relaxed as well, seemingly focussed on a telescope that stood near one of the massive, opened windows of his office.

You stood there, unsure wether to interrupt him or not, he was the Constant after all. With all the rumours that surrounded him and powered the slight dusk of myths and speculations that wafted around him you had totally forgotten that he was human after all.

It was a rather endearing sight, really. It made your stomach twist a little, spread warmth through your abdomen as he kept on making adjustments to the telescope and quietly humming along with the tune.

You did not have any track of the time that passed, while you stood there still and unmoving, the file still under your arm, watching him watching the clear night sky, before his warm voice suddendly left the lyrics, was replaced by an equally warm chuckle.

"I find the stars to be much more interesting to watch than the gazer himself, if I may be that direct."

Your heart dropped. Fuck, you fucked up. You prepared yourself for him to throw a fit, threaten you or just having you shot by his creepy-not so innocent-looking butler right on the spot.

"I- uh, Sir, I am very sorry - I just, it's- I'm-", well, wasn't that just very professional of you.

Arthur turned around to you, his expression surprisingly open and friendly, his lips curled up in a slight smile.

"The file I assume, yes?"

"Yes, right here", you took a few steps forward and he met you halfway, wrapping his delicate fingers around the slim folder.

"Thank you very much", he held your gaze for a few seconds longer and then nodded towards the little coffee table, "A glas of wine, maybe?"

You felt your brain errupting in a high frequency static noise.

"What?"

He chuckled again, a deep and low sound, a little amused and a little snobby that did things to your groin.

"Wine. A red one", he turned around to the table and eyed the bottle, "Argentinian, I believe, one of Yates'."

You swallowed. This was certainly not happening. He turned around to you once more. "So?"

Fuck it. "Yes, please."

The following hour then passed by like a cold breeze on a warm summer day and you found yourself really enjoying his company, his witty and dry humour, the way he listened to you and gave well reflected and soft spoken replies.

"Am I still right about my very early assumption that you have never watched the stars before?", he tilted his head a little.

"No, not really. Not like this", you gestured towards the telescope.

"Would you like to try?", he recognized your hesitation and got up, offering you his hand, "I am convinced you will very much enjoy it."

Carefully, like a deer in the headlights, you took his hand and got up, while he led you towards the opened window as Arthur took a scrutinizing look through the telescope and gestured you closer. You leaned down a little and looked through the objective and your breath hitched.

The stars were so close and so bright and it was nothing like taking a lamely look towards the sky on a night out in the busy streets of London. It was fascinating. A surprised laugh left your lips and you heard him chuckle again behind you. He was much closer than you expected him to be.

"Surprised, hm?", he hummed.

"Well, yes. It's - They're beautiful."

"It must be Cassiopeia you're looking at, that constellation is the most present during these months."

He guided you across the night sky, leaning over your shoulder and adjusting the telescope or leaning in close to explain the constellations and their names to you. It left your head spinning and heart thrumming in your chest and you felt like you could've dropped dead the second that he put his hand on the small of your back, right underneath the dark blue robe you were wearing over your formal wear.

You felt the warmth of his fingers radiating through the thin layer of clothing and a sigh escaped your lips. Your cheeks immediately heated up with crimson red but he continued to rub soft, soothing circles over your back. "This one right here is Orion, sometimes believed to affect certain sign's love life."

"Is that so?", you had huffed out while feeling him pressing against you, his warm breath that smells faintly of expensive red wine and cigarettes grazed your cheek.

"Well, I like to believe that society evolved from that. You know, that we start to rely on more reliable sources."

"Such as?"

"Increase in body temperature", his hand sneaked forward, placed itself on your stomach and pressed your body flush against his, "Fast heartbeat -"

He came closer, you could feel the tip of his nose against the nape of your neck. You shouldn't. He was technically not only your boss, but also so much more, so much more important to the world's fate than you were. But he felt good against you and his quiet barritone sent shivers down your spine.

"Loss of words."

"Is that so?", you heard yourself whisper, a sharp, needy and rather unknow edge to your own voice.

You felt his lips grazing over your neck and how they softly turned into a slight smile.

"Sometimes, yes", you felt how he slowly detached his body from yours and you suddendly felt how cold the room had gotten, given the opened window and rather cold autumn night, "Another glas of wine, maybe?"

Who were you to even think of declining such an offer?

#arthur edwards #hitman #luxanswers #blurb #nsft maybe?#ask #anon #nonnie #thank you v much that was fun omg

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prettybuckybaby · 3 years

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in the flood you'll build an ark and sail us to the moon

The avengers meet Peter's daughter.

part three of single parent peter parker

masterlist

read on ao3 here

The Avengers don’t officially meet Leia until Saturday. They give Peter and Leia space on the Friday knowing how much Peter was, unsurprisingly, upset after the whole lockdown event on Thursday evening. Nobody really expected it to happen on Saturday, either, but Peter’s always thought that having children makes life unpredictable.

Leia and Peter are enjoying a lazy morning. They sleep in longer than they normally would, Peter managing to convince Leia to close her eyes for another hour or so when she storms into his room to wake him up. Peter is vaguely aware of Pepper knocking on his door at some point and opening it slightly, cooing when she sees the pair cuddled together. When they eventually surface, Peter smiles at the new photo of them pinned on the fridge, taken less than an hour ago, both of them smiling peacefully in their sleep.

The morning is one of domestic bliss. They make pancakes together in the kitchen, Leia eats most of the chocolate chips before Peter has a chance to put them in the batter. He pretends to be annoyed for all of thirty seconds before he laughs and kisses the top of her head as he fishes another packet out of the cupboard above her head.

Their peaceful morning-turned-afternoon is interrupted by Peter’s phone ringing just as they are settling down to watch a film. Peter laughs as Leia groans dramatically.

“Everything alright, Mr Stark?” Peter asks when he answers the phone. He frowns at the hesitation Tony takes.

“Pete, I’m sorry, but Fury’s called a meeting. I’ve tried my best to get you out of it, but he won’t listen,” Peter sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes. “Any chance you could pop down?”

“Yeah, just…just lemme find Miss Potts, see if she can watch Leia for a bit,” He frowns when he hears Tony suck in a breath.

“Sorry, Pete. Pep’s in a meeting. Some last-minute emergency in New Zealand,” Peter doesn’t say anything, but Tony hears him sigh down the line. “You okay, kid?”

“Yeah. Thinking.”

“You could just bring her along,” Tony suggests lightly. “It’ll probably only be quick. Nobody would mind at all,” He makes an apologetic sound. “Sorry for crashing your morning, kid,”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He sighs lightly. “Just gimme a few minutes to put some clothes on,” Tony snorts as he agrees and hangs up.

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Twenty minutes later, Peter is entering conference room E. Everybody but Fury looks up when he enters, all offering their greetings. Fury only looks up from his papers when he speaks up.

“Parker. Lovely that you could grace us with your presence.” Tony’s lips quirk at the obvious fake smile that Peter flashes at Fury, snorting when it disappears the moment the director looks back down. Peter walks further into the room and the Avengers all smile when they notice Leia following, still in her Spider-man pyjamas, one hand holding Peter’s and the other holding on tightly to Bearbear. When the young girl notices Tony, she smiles brightly and lets go of her father’s hand, reaching out for the older man. Tony grins at her, lifting her up and spinning her around in his chair.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Even though Tony tries to keep his voice down, Fury’s head snaps up when he hears him talk. Peter sits down in the empty chair next to Tony, rolling his eyes when Fury speaks again.

“No. No children allowed. Absolutely not.”

“You heard the man, Peter,” Sam sighs dramatically from where he’s sat opposite Peter. He slides down far enough in his seat that he can kick Peter’s out from under the desk. “No children. You need to leave,” Bucky snorts from two seats across.

“Wha…hey!” Nearly everyone laughs at the annoyed look on Peter’s face. Fury just narrows his eyes. “No offense, Mr Fury, Sir, but you didn’t really give me enough notice to arrange a babysitter.”

“Not my issue, Parker. Out.” Fury demands simply, pointing to the door. Peter narrows his eyes, staring at him for a few long moments. He debates with himself whether annoying Fury more is worth it. He decides against it before he stands up, not caring when his chair falls over. Natasha covers her laugh with a cough.

“Fine. C’mere Leia,” The girl lifts her head from where she’s place it on Tony’s shoulder, her fingers messing up his hair. She moans, high and long, burying herself in Tony’s chest.

“Wanna stay with Uncle Mista Stark,” Peter shoots her an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, well, Mr Angry doesn’t want you with Uncle Mr Stark because he’s too busy being a big meanie,” He whispers, but his voice is loud enough that everyone in the room hears him clearly. Fury is growling when he replies.

“One peep out of her and she’s out, you hear me?” Peter doesn’t reply, just picks his chair up from the floor and sits down. He smiles when he sees Tony running his fingers through Leia’s hair. The man smirks at him when she starts falling asleep in his lap.

“She gets this from you, you know.” He lifts the fingers from her hair, immediately putting them back when she whimpers softly. “Does this send all Parkers to sleep? Or just the children?”

“STARK!” Peter smirks when Fury snaps.

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Peter decides Tony is a stone-faced liar when Fury is still droaning on an hour and three quarters later. He’s fairly certain that Steve is the only one of them actually listening. If he didn’t know Natasha any better, he would think that she’s talking notes with how she’s writing and glancing up every so often. But he does know Natasha and knows for a fact that she’s actually editing Peter’s essay on Othello that is due in next week. Clint is watching Fury but clearly not paying attention, Tony is still carding his fingers through a sleeping Leia’s hair, and Bruce is face down on the table, possibly sleeping. Either side of Steve, Bucky and Sam are throwing things at each other, struggling to contain their laughter each time one of them hits Steve and he huffs.

Leia is just beginning to stir in Tony’s arms when Fury wraps up another forty-five minutes later, just as Peter starts to contemplate grabbing her from his mentor’s arms and making a run for it. She turns her head towards her and makes grabby hands as Fury picks up his papers, says “Dismissed.” and then walks right out of the room. He lets her crawl out of Tony’s arms and into his.

“Lunch time?” He asks quietly, smiling when she nods sleepily. “What are we fancying?”

“Mac’roni?” She asks quietly after thinking for a few moments. She giggles when Peter fakes a groan.

“Again? Are you sure?” She just keeps giggling as he stands up. He gets to the door before he hesitates and turns back towards his team. “You can join us if you…if you want to. I mean, you don’t have to, but I know you want to meet her properly and-”

“Breathe, kid,” Tony laughs as the other just smile at him. Peter sighs in relief when Clint grins at him.

“This macaroni any good?” Leia giggles again.

“Daddy makes the best mac’roni, mister,” She smiles sweetly, squirming until Peter puts her down.

“The best, huh?”

“In the whole world!” Leia promises, bouncing slightly on her feet.

“The whole world?” Natasha asks, mock dis-belief lacing her voice. “That’s a lot of macaroni you must have eaten,” Leia just smiles and nods before looking back up at her father. He grins down at her.

“C’mon then, munchkin. Let’s go and make some macaroni,” He holds the door open for Leia to leave the room, following close behind her. Before the door shuts, they can hear Leia convincing Peter to let her have ice cream after her pasta.

“You guys coming?” Tony asks, standing up and turning back towards them as he holds the door open.

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By the time they make it up to the kitchen in the Penthouse, Peter is cooking, one pan filled with water just beginning to boil, a wooden spoon balancing on the lid of another. Leia is sitting on top of the glass kitchen table, legs crossed, drinking a capri sun.

“You’re not supposed to be up there, trouble,” Tony teases with a fake stern look. He lasts about thirty seconds, breaking when Leia just giggles at him.

“So now you have two kids you can’t stay mad at, huh, Stark?” Tony scowls as Bucky walks past him and lifts himself up onto the counter.

“That is not true.” He argues, glaring at the super soldier. The other man just raises a single eyebrow.

“It is so true!” Clint insists, pinching Leia’s cheek softly, grinning up at Natasha when the young girl giggles. Natasha smiles back before turning back to where she was looking at the fridge. She trails her fingers gently over the picture pinned next to the Iron Man colouring.

“No.” Tony’s scowl deepens. “Nope. Not true. I’ve never even met these brats. Kids. Yuck. I hate children. Sure am glad I don’t know any.” Tony’s façade begins to crack when Peter snorts, breaking completely when Leia bursts into a fit of giggles. He pokes her cheek gently, always gently. “You’ve blown my cover now. Now everyone is going to know that I have feelings!”

“Oh no!” Peter gasps in mock despair as he pours a whole box of macaroni into the pot of water. “Imagine. People no longer confusing you with a robot. The horror.” Tony scowls again.

“It’s official. Leia, you’re now my favourite kid. You’ve got the top spot. Congratulations! Parker, you’ve been bumped down. Shame.”

“As if she wasn’t your favourite anyway. I was replaced as soon as you set eyes on her. I can’t even be mad about it.” Peter sighs softly as he opens the fridge, holding two bags up for Leia to look at. “What sort of cheese do you want, Leia? Red or white?” She takes them both in her hands and looks between them for a moment, considering.

“Yes.” Leia eventually nods at her father. He rolls his eyes, soft smile painting his lips.

“Pick one, please, princess,” Leia frowns before Tony winks at her.

“The red, right, Leia?” He hands the bag of red shredded cheese to Peter. As soon as he turns away, he puts the other bag, the one half full of white shredded cheese, in the big pocket of Leia’s t-shirt, whispering something in her ear. Peter turns around when Leia giggles, narrowing his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Tony and Leia look up at him, identical smiles on their faces.

“Nothing, Daddy,” Peter scowls at Tony.

“You’re corrupting my daughter, Stark.” Leia giggles when Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Sweetheart, you wanna stir for a bit while I drain the pasta?” She nods enthusiastically, not stopping until Tony has picked her up and carried her over to the pans. Peter smiles as he hands over the wooden spoon before he picks up the other pan. Peter stands at the sink for a few moments, watching the scene, smiling when every few seconds Leia looks over Tony’s shoulder at him and giggles. Tony shushes her every time she does, which just makes her giggle harder. “How you doing, Leia?”

“Done, Daddy,” She says after Tony nods at her. Peter brings the now drained pot of pasta over, pouring the cheese sauce Leia has been stirring into it, before turning it into a baking dish. He smiles as Leia grabs a handful of cheese off the counter and sprinkles it over the top.

“Come and meet some people,” Peter says after he’s put the dish into the oven and set the timer. He narrows his eyes when he notices Leia’s hand in her pocket and Tony smiling innocently. “What are you up to?” She shakes her head but reaches out towards Peter, slapping his cheek the way she sometimes sees Tony do. He rolls his eyes when he hears Tony’s delighted laughter. They turn towards the others and Leia doesn’t even wait for Peter to introduce them, just smiles up at Steve, who is standing closest to them.

“Hello, Mr Cap ‘Merica,” Steve laughs softly as Sam snorts.

“Oh, my God, there’s two of them,” He whispers. He laughs when Peter narrows his eyes playfully.

“Sorry for teaching her manners, Mr Wilson,” Peter rolls his eyes. “If I ever have another child-”

“Mr Falcon!” Leia laughs and points at Sam, who just frowns as the others laugh at him. Peter smiles as he places Leia back on the table, leaving her to talk to the others. He sits and watches for a while before he checks on the macaroni. He decides the pasta needs a few more minutes and puts it back in the oven. He turns back around just in time to see Leia take her hand out of her pocket and hand something to Tony, and the man lift his own hand to his mouth. He clears his throat, pursing his lips when Leia looks up at him and blinks her eyes.

“Open your hands,” Leia frowns a little bit when she spreads her fingers wide. He narrows his eyes at the piece of cheese clinging to her skin. “Empty your pocket.”

“Kid,” Tony swallows and tries to interrupt, but Peter just ignores him.

“Empty. Now, please,” He doesn’t take his eyes off Leia, who just pouts when he doesn’t move. Her pout deepens when Peter cocks an eyebrow, and she pulls the bag of cheese out of and hands it up to him. “Thank you, Princess,” He takes the bag out of her hand and puts it back in the fridge. On his way, he whacks Tony over the head with the bag, snorting when Tony groans dramatically.

“Mad at me, Daddy?” Leia asks quietly when Peter sits down and doesn’t say anything. Peter sighs and takes her hands in his, squeezing gently.

“No, Sweetie. Daddy’s not mad. Well,” He pauses, smirking up at Tony slightly. “Maybe a little bit. But only at Mr Stark,” Leia frowns for a moment before she smiles and nods.

“Okay.” Tony snorts at her response.

“Thanks for the support, kiddo. Really appreciate it,” Peter smiles softly before pulling Leia onto his knees.

“You put more cheese in the sauce, huh?”

“Ruin it?” Leia’s eyes fill with tears as she speaks, not meeting Peter’s eyes. Peter coos and lifts her chin, making her look at him.

“No, baby. Do you want to know why?” Leia nods, letting Peter wipe away the single tear that has fallen. “Mr Stark is the smartest man I know. He’s cleverer than Dr Banner, and Dr Banner knows lots and lots about lots of different things, yeah? Mr Stark knows more than even him. Mr Stark is the cleverest man in the whole world, but here’s the thing, Leia. He’s not clever enough to realise how predicable he is,”

“Wha’s predict’ble?” She asks, eyes looking less red than they did moments ago.

“Means I know what he’s gonna do,”

“Because you’re cleverer than him.” She states as a fact, nodding her head. “I know that.”

“No,” Peter shakes his head. “Mr Stark is just a bit silly, sometimes, sweet. He always does the same thing with macaroni. Likes having two types of cheese in the sauce, just like you, and always tries to put more in. And he doesn’t think I notice when he’s whispering to you to put a handful in when Daddy’s not watching,” Peter laughs when Tony groans.

“Stupid super hearing,” He mumbles just as the alarm goes off. Peter ruffles Leia’s hair as he stands up and gets the macaroni out of the oven. He picks one of Leia’s plates out of the cupboard and, once it’s cooled some, spoons a bit of pasta onto it, and hands it to her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She smiles when Peter sits down in front of her and takes a forkful of food from her plate.

“What? The rest of us don’t get table service?” Clint asks, huffing out a laugh when Peter rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” He offers, not looking up at him. “Soon as you start wearing Spider-man pyjamas and letting me do your hair, Mr Clint. Helps if you love me, as well,” Peter laughs when Clint clears his throat and pouts at him, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Love you, Peter,”

“Nice try, Barton,” Natasha smiles when Peter rolls his eyes and Leia giggles. The others in the room all get up and get themselves some pasta, Tony sliding a plate in front of Peter, so he stops eating his daughter’s. Leia giggles when she starts stealing pieces from Peter’s plate instead.

“Oh, my god. Where did you learn to cook like this, spider-boy?” Bucky groans. “Thought Leia was exaggerating when she said it was the best in the world,” Peter shrugs, smiling softly.

“Mama taught him!” Leia smiles up at them. Everyone in the room stays quiet for a moment, until Peter replies, a soft, happy look on his face.

“Yeah,” He breathes, pinching Leia’s cheek. “Yeah, she did,” Everyone around the table relaxes, the tension that had grown at the mention of Leia’s mother fading away. They all start up their own conversations, letting Peter and Leia be in their own little world for a while.

Peter is just pushing the pasta left over around his plate when he looks up at Tony and clears his throat.

“Mr Stark?” Tony hums slightly as he looks up, frowning slightly at the look on Peter’s face. “It would have been her birthday on Tuesday,”

“Eighteen, huh?” Tony asks with a sad smile. Peter nods, looking back down.

“Yeah,” He chokes out. “Leia and I are going out for the day, you know. It’s been cleared with school and Aunt May’s taken the day off from the hospital to come with us. We were just gonna go to the zoo, visit her grave, and stuff. We were wondering if…if you’d come with us? Spend the day,” He looks at Tony’s face but avoids his eyes as his voice drops to a whisper. “She would have liked you,” Tony freezes, and Peter tries to ignore the way he can feel the others listening, even as they try to pretend they’re still deep in their own talks.

“You don’t want me there. It’s your day, kid. You should spend it together, as a family,” Tony sighs, trying to let the kid down gently.

“Exactly. As a family.” Peter drops his head back down, stomach dropping when Tony is quiet for what feels like a few seconds and a hundred years.

“You really want me there?” Peter’s head shoots up, nodding, wide, hopeful eyes meeting Tony’s. The older man sighs, smiling slightly. “Okay, kid,”

“Thanks, Dad,” Leia tugs on Peter’s sleeve after he speaks, and the teen turns to face her when she starts asking about ice cream. He doesn’t see the tears that fill Tony’s eyes. No-one else mentions them.

#peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #bruce banner #clint barton #nick fury #single parent peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #irondad

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mothnem · 3 years

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I have a deliciously evil Idea about Project Shadow.There used to be lots of Project Shadows. The one we know and love is officially Project: Shadow, Series: 2, Subject: 2001. The Shadows behaved a lot like the Clones in Star Wars. Shadow had grown up with the other Series 2 Subjects and they often speculate that their "older siblings" the Series 1 Subjects were already on Earth defending it. They wonder what life on Earth would be like? Is the blue water warm? Or cold? But then they started to train. At first it was just a game. A wrestling match. Shadow won. His sibling got up to congratulate him... then a glass wall separated them. They are confused. Pockets in the walls on the Sibling's side open up.... and they are burned alive. After that everyone knows it's not a game anymore. One of Shadow's siblings breaks their leg in the middle of an obstacle course. Shadow goes back for them. At the end the Scientists try to take the Sibling away to incinerate them. Shadow snaps his own Sibling's neck rather than let them throw them in to the fire alive. Shadow deliberately loses his next fighting match. The glass wall separates them. And Shadow is engulfed in flames...... and he doesn't burn. They switch to water. He doesn't drown. They switch to electricity. He doesn't get electrocuted. They vent the air. He doesn't suffocate. They restore the air and declare Shadow to be the bearer of a desirable trait. They test for it. All the others die. They make more. Clones of Shadow this time. They start testing them as soon as they leave the growth tubes. They die. GUN raids the ARK because they thought the Scientists were destroying their perfect soldiers for no reason. Maria always tried to protect the Subjects. A few of the "failed" ones lived at least one more round of testing because of her interference. Although the Scientists didn't always indulge her pleadings. A Subject survived a trip during an obstacle course because Maria managed to convince them the fault lay in malfunctioning shoes and the fact they recovered so fast proves they are not a failure. Maria quickly realized that trying to convince the Scientists that the Subjects are living beings was futile. Even her own Grandfather didn't believe it. He did agree that maybe Subject 2001 was different because he noticed how his ears twitch at the sound of voices. As if locating where the speakers are. After Shadow is awakened by Eggman he ends up finding a recording from Dr. Gerald Robotnik. Apologizing for being willfully blind. He had explored the old barracks where they kept the subjects. He found art. He found homemade games. He found written notes that had been passed around forming silent conversations. He realized he had been wrong. And Maria had been right all along. The Subjects weren't just programmable organic robots. They had been living, breathing, people. And he had okayed their destruction

There are some named Shadows and their quirks.

Lefty: he was one of the few that was left handed. He used to joke it was his superpower.

Trip: She almost always tripped when she was tired. That's what killed her in the end. She tripped in an obstacle course.

Eyes: Eyes loved to look at Earth. And he had red eyes with black sclera.

Twelves: He hated the protein bars. He hated them so much. He always said he couldn't wait to get to Earth so he could eat something else.

Dux and Redux were what they would call twins. They loved to copy each other. Sketcher: They were a little odd to the other Shadows because they didn't understand things like that. They said they didn't feel right as if the Scientists messed up and put both a Male and Female Shadow in the same body.

Shasha: She wanted to see if the grass on Earth was as scratchy as their blankets. Snores: couldn't sleep because of those blankets. They gave him sensory issues. They had snuck him their sheets. Until there was enough to make a blanket.

The Shadow we know and love: Starry, he loved the stars and would make his own constellations that he would name after his siblings.

If you want to make your own Shadow and name them you can.

However, Shadow no longer goes by Starry now. He is the last one. He is a memorial to what happened now. The last Shadow. No need for a unique name. At least according to him.

#shadow the hedgehog #project shadow #maria robotnik #is an angel #scientists are jerks #shadow had siblings #but not anymore!

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years

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I hate you, I love you

Request: is it possible to get a bellamy one-shot or something based on the song “i hate you, i love you” by gnash and olivia o’brien? i’m not really picky (at all) by what the plot is, but i feel like it’s a good song to write a fic about. thanks girlie💜

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 3K

~Master~

*Based of the song I hate you, I love you by Gnash and Olivia O’Brien*

*Lyrics in Bold Italics*

Feeling used

But I'm

Still missing you

And I can't

See the end of this

Just wanna feel your kiss

Against my lips

And now all this time

Is passing by

But I still can't seem to tell you why

It hurts me every time I see you

Realize how much I need you

Is it possible to miss someone’s touch? The way their lips felt pressed against your own? Or when you feel their eyes on you and a sense of comfort ran over your body?

Now that the feeling was gone, you missed it.You missed him.

Bellamy Blake and Y/N Y/L/N. Everyone thought you’d make it, that your relationship would’ve lasted. Maybe that’s why you had to end it. But now, things were getting worse. You and Bellamy hadn’t spoken since the night you broke up with him where several rounds of tears came raining down both of your faces. You wanted to speak to him, to tell him how much you needed in your life however he could be. Yet every time you tried, it hurt just to look in his direction.

God, why does being in love hurt?

I hate you I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

He was laughing again, he was smiling.

And she was making him.

Was it wrong to hate her? Gina. She got everything you gave up, she got Bellamy. You hated her.

You hated him.

No, that was a lie. You loved him. You just weren’t good enough in your eyes.

“You’re staring, Y/N.” You didn’t need to turn around to hear Octavia sit next to you, a deep sigh coming from her lips as she watched you stare at Bellamy across the dining hall.

“Yeah. So?” you made no move to look away, watching Gina fall into Bellamy’s side, fitting perfectly like you had always done. It hurt to watch, and you knew it, but right now you just needed to feel something, and pain seemed to work.

“Why’d you do it?” Octavia asked you, finally getting you to look at her instead her older brother. It didn’t take a detective to know she wanted to know why you broke his heart, and your own in the process.

“Look at them, O. Have you ever seen Bellamy that happy with me?” Octavia glanced over to Bellamy while you willed yourself not to, knowing exactly what you’d see. Bellamy probably throwing his head back after Gina said something stupidly clever, something you could never come up with even if someone was feeding you lines.

Yet Octavia didn’t see that at all. Instead, she saw her brother almost as happy as he was when he had you by his side. She saw the constant side glances thrown your way now that Bellamy was certain you weren’t looking.

“You don’t want him back?” she began as you hesitated, hearing Bellamy and Gina’s laughs echoing in your head.

“No.” You lied. “He needs someone like her. Not someone who can’t get her head around her own emotions.”

“Then move on.” Her words took you by surprise, believing for sure she would try to get you to fight for him. “If you don’t love him anymore, then move on. For both your sakes.”

Oh. She didn’t know you still loved him.

How the hell were you supposed to move on?

I miss you when I can't sleep

Or right after coffee

Or right when I can't eat

I miss you in my front seat

Still got sand in my sweaters

From nights we don't remember

Do you miss me like I miss you?

Fucked around and got attached to you

Friends can break your heart too, and

I'm always tired but never of you

Bellamy broke with the end of your relationship. You were his whole world for so long that the moment you were gone, he was floating through space looking for the next planet to land on. That’s when he found Gina. The first thing he realized though was she wasn’t you, and Bellamy couldn’t get you out of his head. He heard your laugh during breakfast even when you weren’t in the room and at night, when he was trying to sleep, he longed for the chance to roll over and pull you against him.

This morning when Bellamy was digging through his closet for a certain shirt, he felt himself stop breathing. He didn’t mean to, but a sweatshirt he had buried in the back of the closet just happened to come out. It was one he wore just a couple days before you broke up with him, when the two of you snuck down to the beach next to Arkadia at night.

Sand was still stuck to the fabric, the slight smell of the beach filling Bellamy’s senses as his eyes watered. He was frozen in place with the piece of clothing sat in his hands and his knuckles turned white from his grip.

Why did have to get so attached to you? Why did it have to end in with the breaking of his heart?

He hoped you missed him as much as he missed you. He tried to move on with Gina, but she’s just a distraction and she knew it. She knew how attached Bellamy was to you.

He kept saying how fucked he was to have fallen in love with you. You were friends long before you were a couple and if you had stayed just friends then maybe he’d be alright.

But he never would’ve been “just friends” with you. He knew he was in love with you before he even asked you out. You were the one person who could bring out the soft side of the King, someone Bellamy could never tire of seeing at the end of the day as long as he saw your smile.

If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit

I put this real out, but you wouldn't bite that shit

I type a text but then I nevermind that shit

I got these feelings but you never mind that shit

Oh oh, keep it on the low

You're still in love with me but your friends don't know

If u wanted me you would just say so

And if I were you, I would never let me go

Bellamy knew you were staring at him whenever he entered the room, your eyes naturally went looking for him for so long and he knew how hard not to seek you out. He felt hot under your gaze, like he wasn’t supposed to have it, but the moment you look away, he just wanted to feel it again. He could see from across the room as you and Octavia talked, his sister sparing Bellamy far too many glances for his liking. He watched Octavia leave you sitting at the table, your eyes stuck on the metal in front of you before you pushed yourself up and made direct eye contact with Bellamy. He knew that look on your face, the one you wore moments before you were about to break down.

He wanted to chase after you when you ran, but that wasn’t his place anymore. You told him it wasn’t his place as much as he wanted it to be.

“Just go.” Gina’s sweet voice invaded Bellamy’s thoughts as he realized he had been staring at your vacant space for too long. He turned to her, seeing the smile on her face she nodded towards the door. “Go! Before you chicken out!” She chuckled at Bellamy’s stunned expression, knowing he must think her crazy for pushing her boyfriend in the direction of his ex. But she also knew Bellamy needed closure.

Without another word, Bellamy followed you out of the dining hall, his eyes scanning the halls to try to find you. He stopped himself, mentally cursing himself as he left the Ark, heading straight to the body of water nearby.

That’s where he found you, your legs cross and knees pulled to your chest as you stared out to the water, watching the sun disappear across the horizon.

“You didn’t need to follow me.” You called out to Bellamy, the crunching of rocks under his boots before sand telling you exactly who it was.

“Why’d you run out?” He couldn’t sit next to you, the first time hearing your voice since that night affecting him more than he thought.

“Bellamy, I don’t want to talk rig-“

“No.” he spat out, watching your shoulders droop before pushing yourself up, wiping off the sand that clung to your pants. Bellamy’s cracked world began to slowly piece itself together when he looked into your eyes, the E/C hues staring back at him. He cleared his throat. “We’re gonna talk.”

You nodded, licking your lips and swallowing. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

Bellamy raised a brow at you. “Maybe start with why we broke up.” You scoffed, turning around to face away from him as you buried your head in your hands. “Y/N. Come on, we both know if I was the one breaking up with you and didn’t tell you why, you’d demand to know why. You’d never let me get away with something like this.”

You spun around with parted lips as you stared at him. “Something like this? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re giving up on us without telling me the reason why.”

“Maybe there is no reason.”

“We both know that’s not the case.”

“Maybe I just don’t love you anymore.” Bellamy couldn’t speak anymore. Your eyes were lined so heavily with tears he was shocked they hadn’t fallen yet. You couldn’t have meant that.

I don't mean no harm

I just miss you on my arm

Wedding bells were just alarms

Caution tape around my heart

You ever wonder what we could have been?

You said you wouldn't and you fucking did

Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix

Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed

“You’re lying.” He tried, begging for you to give in, to tell him you still loved him and that you’d always love him. But the longer you stayed quiet, the quicker he realized that wouldn’t be the case.

“Why would I, Bellamy? What good would that do me?” It hurt you to say those words, but you weren’t good enough for him.

“You know you don’t have to fuck with my feelings. You could just tell me the truth, Y/N. Why did you break up with me?”

“Bellamy-“

“Just tell me!”

“I hate you!” you shouted. They always say the eyes are the window to the soul and you just watched Bellamy’s heart break. Your breath was shaky as you tried to remain calm. “I hate you, Bellamy Blake.”

Bellamy didn’t say anything, his face was void of any emotion as he turned around, leaving you on the beach as he tramped back to the Ark.

He never should’ve imagined a future with you, getting married or growing old together. It was stupid and look at him now. His heart was shattered into a million pieces and left on the beach by your feet.

He stopped by the bar on his way back, grabbing 1, 2 or several drinks and ignoring anyone who tried to talk to him. He just needed to drown his feelings away right now and no better way then alcohol.

Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing

Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance

I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing

But I learned from my dad that it's good to have feelings

When love and trust are gone

I guess this is moving on

Everyone I do right does me wrong

So every lonely night, I sing this song

The light in his room was gone as he sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. Cups, some empty and some spilt, sat around him, the alcohol already hitting his brain. His eyes were on the door, waiting for it to open to you coming in to apologize and say you still loved him.

The door did open.

“Bellamy?” He hated the way his stomach dropped at the sound of Gina’s voice. She pushed the door open more, looking past to see Bellamy flushed as ever as he sat in the dark. She turned the light on and crossed her arms in front of her chest, sighing at the sight of him.

She stayed silent as she began to clean up the glasses, putting them on his desk and pulling Bellamy to his feet. He didn’t object, only giving a few grunts here and there as she laid him in his bed, pulling his shoes off and putting them by his bed. Bellamy let his eyes close, Gina moving about quietly as she took care of him, just like you used to.

He missed you.

He felt Gina press a kiss to his forehead before making her way to leave, but Bellamy stopped her as he grabbed her wrist.

“Stay.”

Gina smiled at the softness of his words, his eyes still closed as Gina exhaled. She kicked off her own shoes, pulling up the blanket and slid in next to him. Bellamy hesitated before pulling her closer into his side. This was progress.

This was moving on with his girlfriend.

All alone I watch you watch her

Like she's the only girl you've ever seen

You don't care you never did

You don't give a damn about me

Yeah all alone I watch you watch her

She's the only thing you've ever seen

How is it you'll never notice

That you are slowly killing me

What did you do? What the hell did you do?!

You lost him. Well, you already lost him, but now you buried the map, threw away the compass, and blindfolded yourself because now you truly had no way of ever getting Bellamy back. It was a game of love and hate and you were losing. You both were.

At least he looked happy. That first 24 hours after you said… those words, he looked awful and by result, so did you. But now you hadn’t seen Bellamy without Gina on his arm, clinging as if her life depended on it. It made you sick.

Here you were again staring at him from across the room, only this time you weren’t sure if he noticed you were there, too preoccupied in his girlfriend. You tried not to mind, hoping it was going to help you move on, but it looks like it was going to take more than that.

“This seat taken?” You looked up into a pair of unfamiliar blue eyes, a smirk sitting on his face as you shook your head. Blue eyes sat down, two shots being placed on the table for each of you. “So, who’s the guy?”

You chuckled, biting his lip. Who was this guy that he didn’t know who Bellamy Blake was? “Ex-boyfriend.”

His smirk, if it was even possible, got bigger. “So, I have a shot?”

“With him? Looks taken.” You joked, downing your shot. Blue eyes laughed at your joke, the sound getting Bellamy’s attention right away as your laughs joined in.

“Well then how about with you?” You didn’t say anything, looking to Bellamy for a hint of what to do. His eyes were back on Gina and it looked like they were deep in conversation. The way he looked at her, his eyes focused so intensely, you were positive to Bellamy that Gina was the only thing that existed in this moment. Did he ever look at you like that?

“I’m not up for a date, but a distraction seems really nice right now.” You raised a brow and bit your lip, hoping blue eyes knew what you were getting at.

The knowing smirk on his lips made you think he caught on. “Your room or mine?” You reached over, taking his shot glass and drowning it as you stood up, wincing at the scrapping chair. Blue eyes stood too and followed you out of the dining hall, reciprocating the grin you threw over your shoulder.

You spared a glance to Bellamy as you left but like you assumed, he hadn’t even glanced your way as you left.

And the realization you lost him, slowly killed you all over again.

I hate you I love you

I hate that I love you

Don't want to, but I can't put

Nobody else above you

I hate you I love you

I hate that I want you

You want her, you need her

And I'll never be her

The regret of sleeping with blue eyes came immediately after it happened. You hadn’t even known his name. You were positive he said it last night, but it was the last thing on your mind. Like always, Bellamy was the first.

It was barely dawn when you left your room, blue eyes having left hours before. You just needed air and no better place to do it than by the water- the water where Bellamy and Gina were currently cuddled up on the sand together in the spot you and Bellamy deemed your place.

Your heart couldn’t take the pain you were experiencing, the feeling of numbness everywhere except where you needed it most.

Why was it so hard to watch?

Because you didn’t hate him. You were still fucking in love with him.

A/N: God, I love this song. 😊 🎶 Also I stayed up all night and wrote this lmao... I watched the sun go down and I just watched it come back up. Please don’t let this piece flop because I have a class call in just a few hours and I still have work to do that I neglected to do this. 😬

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Episodes: The Calm, We Are Grounders - Part 1

Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

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. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

When I dragged myself out of the tent the next morning, I felt awful. I had returned last night when Raven finally passed out and was hopeful that our time together had lifted her spirits. I was definitely regretful about some of the information that I’d shared with her and I certainly didn’t feel that I’d gained any valuable insight from her. In the least, I felt that I’d gained a friend and been able to relax in her company for an evening.

I wandered into camp in search of something to eat to soak up the alcohol that still burned in my stomach. I noticed that the smokehouse they’d been building over the last few days seemed to be functioning now and I stepped in to investigate whether anything was ready for the taking. Instead, I arrived at the perfect moment to witness a camper I didn’t recognise causing grief for Octavia and Murphy as they tried to work.

“You get that from your boyfriend grounder-pounder?” He spat as I hovered in the doorway and was about to storm inside when Murphy blocked my entrance with his back to me. It was clear that he hadn’t even noticed that I was here and I observed with interest to see how he would deal with the situation.

“She’s right, a hot fire is not gonna preserve the meat as well.” Murphy suggested calmly and I was impressed thus far at his reasonable behaviour. Before his exile, this would easily have descended into a fight and I was glad to find that he truly seemed to have grown from his experiences.

“You can’t take the heat? Get out of the smokehouse.” The camper jeered at Murphy and I felt my temper rising. “You should be kissing our asses for being allowed back in this camp.” He spat with a peek at Octavia to clarify that he included her in this statement. “Just keep working.” He ordered in an arrogant manner. In a moment of rage I grabbed the hood of his jacket and dragged him backwards out of the smokehouse, throwing him to the ground. I walked around to his feet so that he could see my face and his eyes grew wide.

“Get out of my sight, you insignificant cretin!” I hissed furiously and he scrambled to his feet in a panic to rush away. I leaned back into the small space to see Murphy and Octavia watching in amusement. “Sorry about that, just really not in the mood for bullshit from these arrogant wankers today. You two good in here?” I queried with a concerned look between them, but they nodded back and continued working with entertained laughter. “Alright, if either of you get any more shit you let me know; I live to bring Bellamy’s idiots down a peg.” I drawled as I decided not to bother them.

I went to our ration stocks and collected a small pack of berries and some water, and settled in a quiet spot of camp for my conservative breakfast. I had only just finished eating when I heard raised voices. I got to my feet to glance around inquisitively, but then I heard someone shout fire and broke into a run. I turned the corner to discover that the smokehouse had been completely consumed by flames. My heart skipped a beat until I noticed Octavia being assisted out by Bellamy and Murphy on his knees beside her. Octavia was already being thoroughly checked over and so I rushed toward Murphy, who was doubled over. Before I could reach him to tender his reaction, he had jumped to his feet and launched himself at the obnoxious camper that I’d scared off earlier.

“This is all your fault, we told you it was too much wood!” He yelled, as he began pummeling the bully in a furious outburst. I was shocked by his reaction and paused in my tracks. I hadn’t expected him to lash out and his behaviour was a familiar glimpse into the old Murphy that made me squirm in discomfort. Fortunately Bellamy was quick to get between them whilst I hesitated in my thoughts. At the sight of him struggling to pull them apart, I strode forward and grabbed Murphy’s arm to drag him away so that Bellamy could focus on the other party.

“Stop! Save it for the grounders!” Bellamy urged as he pushed at the camper to give me some space. Murphy whirled around to face me in a rage and I caught him by his shoulders.

“Hey, stop, it’s me!” I gasped nervously and he paused in surprise as he registered my face. “He’s not worth it, we’ll sort this out. Are you hurt?” I asked, quickly examining him for any new injuries whilst he observed me in a disbelieving fashion. After a few moments of shock, he nodded in answer and I guided him with a gentle hand on his arm, leading him further from the fire to get some fresh air.

“Bel, now what the hell are we gonna do? That was all the food.” Octavia cried in exasperation, as I marched Murphy out away from the confrontation. I decided that it was more important to remove him so that the fight didn’t resume and allowed Bellamy a chance to deal with the fire.

I took Murphy for a walk to cool off his temper and spent some time rechecking his wounds to ensure that none of them had started to get infected. I was pleased to see that he was healing nicely and his face had begun to fade to mostly just bruises and scrapes. Once I was sure that he wasn’t likely to cause a scene, I wandered back to the smokehouse to find that the fire had been put out. It was devastating to see that pretty much the whole structure was gone, wasting several days of work on both building it and gathering food. I noticed Bellamy picking through the remains and approached him at the same time as Clarke strode over opposite me.

“Any idea what happened?” She enquired and he glanced around at her. She drew his focus enough that he didn’t notice my presence behind him.

“Murphy says that Del kept feeding the fire, mostly because Octavia told him it was a bad idea.” He answered in a bitter tone and I sighed, causing him to startle.

“And we believe Murphy?” She remarked, inspecting us both in question. I opened my mouth to speak but quickly closed it again, unsure if I wanted to argue with them over Murphy again already. I knew the easiest thing would be to allow him the time to prove himself instead of pushing them to trust him, but it seemed that the other members of the camp were going to make this challenging. I studied Bellamy’s reaction and waited with interest for his answer.

“I do, yeah.” Bellamy surprised me with his words and I couldn’t contain a satisfied smile. I peeked over at Clarke but she still wore a skeptical expression.

“I can back him up in that I overhead Del being a colossal dick to both him and Octavia this morning and had to throw him out on his ass. He must have come back after I left. I’m sorry, I thought I had dealt with it.” I explained awkwardly and Bellamy chuckled at my explanation. I enjoyed knowing that I had proved that I didn’t need his protection and I had a feeling that he found my antics entertaining now that he’d stopped fussing over me.

“We have some wild onions and nuts in the dropship. It’s only enough to last us maybe one or two weeks.” Clarke commented in a disheartened manner. “What’s left here?” She queried worriedly.

“Nothing. It all burned.” Bellamy replied solumnley, as he straightened to a standing position and she sighed in response. I noticed Raven out of the corner of my eyes and as I turned my attention to her, she spotted me with a coy smile. She glanced at Bellamy, then back at me with a raised brow. She then mimed the action of pulling him down by his collar and I blushed heavily. I turned my back on her and met his waiting eyes with a startled expression.

“I-I have to go.” I stuttered, rushing away without another word. I returned to my tent and paced around in a flustered attempt to calm myself. I was there for a while, as I struggled to convince myself that nothing had changed and that things weren’t weird between us. The tent door opened and Bellamy stepped in with a relaxed attitude.

“There you are. We’re sending as many groups as we can out hunting. We need to save bullets so only one gun per group, just in case of grounders. I’m pretty good with a spear so I just need someone to cover my back, want to lend me your killer aim?” He smiled flirtatiously and I stuttered to find any words for a response. I knew it would look stranger if I didn’t go, as usually I wouldn’t think twice about covering his back if he needed it.

“Sure, let me just grab some supplies and I’ll meet you in camp.” I replied as casually as I could manage and he grinned before stepping out. As soon as he was out of sight, I dropped into a crouch and put my head in my hands with a dramatic groan.

***

Bellamy and I walked through the woods in a tense silence. It was unusual for things to not be comfortable between us and I knew that he could tell something was wrong. A mixture of Octavia and Raven’s words rang around in my mind and I could hardly concentrate.

“Are you alright Indie? You seem off today.” He glimpsed over at me with a raised brow and I held my breath in nervous anticipation. I didn’t want to admit that it was anything that involved him and wracked my brain for something believable.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit of a headache.” I answered in a poor excuse. It wasn’t technically a lie, my head was still pounding but it definitely wasn’t the cause of my behaviour.

“Have you drank enough?” He asked with a hint of concern in his voice, indicating to a flask on my belt. I couldn’t help a little flutter in my chest at his worry and tried to quash it down.

“Oh, I’ve drank plenty.” I muttered thoughtfully and he tilted his head at me in interest. “I was up pretty late last night with Raven. There may have been a little moonshine involved.” I admitted reluctantly and he laughed openly into the fresh air.

“I thought we agreed to have our first drink together?” He winked playfully and I chuckled awkwardly under my breath. I was surprised that he’d remembered this offhand comment of mine and was glad that the other girls hadn’t heard this; I dreaded to think what they would read into it.

“I wouldn’t exactly say I got drunk, it was just a little taste.” I pouted guiltily under his scrutiny. “I can’t say the same for Raven though.” I confessed as I reflected on the sight of her passed out last night.

“That would explain why she was so aggressive this morning.” He thought aloud. “What spurred you to turn to drink, Indie? I thought you were too much of a control freak for that.” He teased and I thinned my eyes at him.

“Raven’s had a tough couple of days, I wanted to try to cheer her up.” I justified. “And I’m not a control freak.” I added, elbowing him playfully.

“Right, sorry.” He breathed as he chuckled under his breath and spoke in a mocking apologetic tone. “You just...how did you put it...you like to be in control?” He glanced over at me suggestively and I blushed furiously.

“Alright you, stop distracting me. Let’s find something to eat.” I blurted as I cut him off in a poor attempt to hide my embarrassment whilst he just laughed in delight.

***

I was relieved to return to camp after a successful day of hunting and parted ways with Bellamy gladly. Once we’d moved past the awkwardness and managed to laugh together, it was like normal but unfortunately even our normal was changed by my constant internal monologue. I headed toward the tent and spent some time reflecting on the events of the day in an effort to stop the frantic thoughts. After brooding for a while, I decided to gather my things to move back to my original tent with Octavia. I stomped through camp with my limited possessions in my arms when I almost walked straight into Raven as she stepped out of Jasper and Monty’s tent. I jumped to a halt, before viewing her with suspicious eyes.

“Any better?” I grilled with raised brows.

“No.” She groaned and I gazed sympathetically at her. She scanned the pile of stuff I was carrying with a hopeful interest. “Please tell me you’re carrying all that stuff because you finally got that booty and he’s asked you to move into his tent?” Raven interrogated with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I just really need some good news right now.” She added pleadingly.

“Sorry to disappoint, but no. If anything, your comments have just made me doubt every little thing I say or do.” I declared accusingly and instead of being apologetic for the effect she’d had, she simply rolled her eyes in exasperation. I decided to leave her to it and continued on my path back to Octavia’s tent. I was surprised to find that she wasn’t in, but busied myself with unpacking. It didn’t take long and just as I was about to put the gun away, Octavia burst in.

“Oh you’re back here!” She smiled, panting. “I was looking for you. Clarke, Finn and another kid didn’t come back from hunting. We’re going to look for them, are you coming?” She explained and I sighed as I tucked the pistol back into my belt.

“Lead the way.” I answered, following her from the tent. We joined with Bellamy, Raven and Monty and marched into the woods. I couldn’t deny a sense of dread in my stomach, it seemed we couldn’t do anything for camp without causing some kind of disaster. I hoped that the missing group had simply got lost on the way back but I knew it was unlikely to be that simple for us.

“We’ve got walky-talkies now so we can split to cover more ground.” Bellamy explained as we started in the direction that he had assigned the hunting group. “Octavia, you picked up some tracking from Lincoln right?” He enquired bitterly and she nodded in response. “Okay, you go with Raven, Indigo you’re with me, that leaves you solo Monty.” He handed out the radios and Monty shrugged in acceptance. “Let’s bring them home.” He ordered with determination and we split into our groups. He gave everyone a direction to search and explained which point we would reassemble.

Bellamy and I walked in a concentrated silence, and I gripped the pistol tightly as I stared into the darkness of the trees. I kept my eyes trained for any signs of movement whilst Bellamy searched for any signs of them. We kept moving for a while before we heard from any of the other groups.

“I thought you said you were heading West. Where are you?” Monty’s voice crackled on the radio and Bellamy rolled his eyes at me before responding.

“Just keep the moon on your left and you’ll find us.” He replied impatiently and I chuckled under my breath. After the psychedelic nuts incident I had hundreds of possible jokes about Monty looking for the moon, but I knew that this wasn’t the time. We carried on in the direction Bellamy had chosen for a few moments more but we hadn’t found any signs of anyone coming through here.

“Is anyone else hearing this signal?” Monty spoke through the radio again and Bellamy ignored it, continuing to stalk ahead. I didn’t question it as I could sense the tension in him and tried to focus on the task in hand.

“Just keep your eyes open.” Raven responded in a firm tone that was clear even through the radio.

“I think it’s the same thing we heard on the black box.” Monty responded and this time Bellamy grabbed his radio from his belt in annoyance.

“Damn it Monty, pay attention.” He warned and I could sense his growing frustration. “Do you see anything?” He prompted and peeked at me in concern when he didn’t receive a reply. “Report.” He insisted and I stopped on the spot to watch him nervously. The radio screeched before blasting out static and I regarded Bellamy with wide eyes.

“What happened? Where’d he go?” I breathed, feeling panic overtaking me as I considered what we could have just heard happen to Monty. Before he could answer me, Raven's nervous voice echoed from the radio.

“There’s someone in the bushes.”

Bellamy bolted into action and I followed him anxiously. Our boots pounded the ground as we jogged in the direction that Raven and Octavia were assigned and I found myself praying that we would bump into Monty along the way. When we caught up to the girls, we found them crouched down in the bushes and I leaned over to see one of the young guys from camp lying on the ground.

“Clarke and Finn, where are they?” Raven quizzed and as I assessed the boy that laid in the grass, I noticed that he had a large wound in his chest. I took a sharp breath as I analysed its location and quickly understood how lucky he had been that it missed his heart. It seemed to be a similar wound to Jasper’s when we first arrived and I hoped that this would indicate a high chance of survival for him.

“Grounders took them.” He managed to choke out and Raven’s face contorted as if she might throw up from guilt. I studied her sympathetically as I reflected on her earlier antics.

“Take it easy.” Bellamy instructed gently in a low voice as he addressed the young man. “We have to get him back to camp.” He declared as he glanced over his shoulder at us.

“Bel, what about Clarke and Finn?” Octavia questioned with a reluctant look.

“He’s badly wounded, we can’t just leave him out here.” I whispered just loud enough for those around me to hear in an effort not to alarm the young boy. I could understand the conflict between him and searching for Clarke and Finn, but we couldn’t be sure how long it would take to find them and I didn’t feel that the wounded boy would last long in the grass. Raven scanned around the trees, her face revealing that she was praying to see Finn appear. When her hope didn’t materialise she sighed and turned back to face us.

“We need to make a stretcher.” She stated and immediately busied herself with finding supplies in what was, to me, a clear attempt to distract herself from her worry.

“Monty we’re heading home. You copy?” Bellamy spoke into the radio and I waited in suspense for some kind of confirmation that my dear friend was safe. He caught sight of me with an uncertain expression. “Monty, can you hear me?” He radioed again and I felt myself growing anxious as I fidgeted on the spot. “Monty...Monty where the hell are you?” His voice became insistent and I turned to face the other two girls who mirrored my terrified expression. “Report.” Bellamy called out one more, before stowing the radio on his belt with a regretful expression. “If they’ve got Monty they’re close, we need to get back to camp. Now.” He asserted firmly, but I recognised the hesitation in his eyes that wasn’t clear to the others.

The journey back to camp was silent and panicked, as we struggled to carry the young, wounded Myles between us. As soon as we got back to the edges of our land, some of Bellamy’s men jogged over to meet us. They took Myles from our exhausted grip and carried him to the dropship for treatment. Bellamy rounded up a small group from the camp and called us over to join. We followed him to the perimeter of camp, just outside of the fence that was our own minimal defence from attack.

“Raven, we need to get our defences started now, we haven’t got any more time to waste.” He remarked in an attempt to pull her out of the quiet panic that she’d been lost to since we had to turn back from our search for Clark and Finn. “Pick the people you need to help you with landmines, everyone else will be working on foxholes and tunnels.” He announced to the small force that he had assembled.

I waited patiently to be assigned a role whilst Bellamy spread guards across the area. He ensured that we had eyes on every possible angle that we could be approached from whilst we were vulnerable outside. Raven returned from her supply run into camp with tools to hand out. She chose Jasper and I to assist with landmines, releasing everyone else to Bellamy’s command. We set up in positions far enough from each other that we could safely work without being at risk of blowing each other up and she gave a quick demonstration of what to do. It was slow work, only made more difficult to concentrate on in the dark, especially after such a long day. My mind wandered over what had happened to Monty, creating scenario after scenario of all the gruesome things the grounders could be doing to him. Although I had not always gotten along with Clarke and Finn I worried for their safety too, hoping that they would all find a way to return to us. I longed to be out searching for them, but I understood Bellamy’s plan and I felt that it was sensible to not risk sending anyone else out into the woods.

I heard Raven’s bitter voice behind me and realised that she was clashing with Bellamy again. She’d been tense with him since he called off the search and I could sympathise with her distress; if it was Bellamy out there I knew that I’d stop at nothing to find him. However, the mounting tension was only further fueling the stress of camp. I sighed as their discussion grew heated and walked toward them to try to diffuse the growing argument. Instead I was stopped in my tracks a few steps away by a gunshot that stunned me back into an alerted, hyper awake state. Bellamy turned on his heel and stomped in a rage toward the guard who fired it.

“Hey! What the hell is the matter with you?” He spoke in an accusatory manner and the guard shrank into him as if he might die on the spot.

“I’m sorry man, I-I fell asleep.” He stuttered, his posture revealing how mortified he was. “I’ve been on watch all day.” He commented causing Bellamy to snap and grab him by his jacket.

“We’ve all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder.” He snapped, shaking him as he yelled in his face. He breathed raggedly, hardly able to get his words out in his overflowing anger.

“Bel, you’re scaring people.” Octavia remarked as she attempted to appeal to him, but it was clear to me that it was already too late for that. I could recognise from his tone and jumpy behaviour that the stress of the situation had pushed him over the edge.

“They should be scared!” He spat, throwing the guard to the side before turning to address the watching camp members. “The bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do!” He declared and people shifted uncomfortably in response to his behaviour. He paced around making angry gestures, but I could feel that he was lashing out due to fear. “Clarke, Finn and Monty are gone, probably dead.” He paused to take a sharp breath and his voice had cracked as he reeled off the names of those who were missing. His brows knitted together in exasperation and I had to fight every urge in my body to comfort him. “And if you want to be next, I can’t stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp!” He yelled and I watched as people startled, gazing around at each other in surprise. “This camp is the only thing keeping us alive!” His last words gave out to desperation and it felt to me that he was pleading with people to work with him. He stared out into the crowd, and they met him with only frustrated expressions. “Get back to work.” He spat, waving a hand at them in disappointment, before storming back through the gate to camp. I waited momentarily, struggling to decide whether to follow him or to give him space to cool off. I sighed and moved to head back to work when I was distracted by a voice.

“Indigo! We need your help.” I turned to see one of the girls from camp running over to me. “I’m sorry to put pressure on you, but I know you’ve helped Clarke before and Raven’s busy with the land mines. Myles isn’t doing so well.” She rushed with her words in a way that revealed she was clearly upset and I followed her without question.

When I entered the dropship I passed Bellamy, who was standing over a table in a stressed manner. I tried not to acknowledge him so that he could leave if he wanted to be alone and instead went straight to Myles who’d been laid on a surface against the back wall. Now that I could get a clear view of him, I realised that he’d actually been speared twice, once in the chest and once in his upper thigh. I turned back to face the girl who’d led me here.

“Alright, I’ll do what I can. I need rags and moonshine.” I instructed calmly and she ran from the ship to get the items. “Hi Myles, I’m gonna do what I can to make you more comfortable, alright?” I spoke gently as I put a hand on his arm to comfort him. He whimpered weakly in response and I smiled at him sympathetically. The girl from earlier rushed back in and dropped the supplies beside me. She examined Myles and all of the colour drained from her face as her hands shook. It was obvious that she didn’t have the stomach to deal with this. “It’s okay, you can go now, I’ll manage this. I’m sure Raven could use an extra set of hands to fill in for me.” I said evenly and she smiled in appreciation before leaving the room.

“Myles, I’m going to do my best to clean the wounds around the spearheads and then I’ll wrap them up tight. I’m afraid that’s all I can do for you right now.” I explained and I waited for him to bring his tired eyes to mine. “I need to keep you from getting an infection until we can decide what to do next. It’s going to sting. Are you ready for that?” I checked. He struggled to nod at me and I prepared the area. I tore his clothes around the wounds to get a proper view of the damage and unscrewed the bottle of moonshine. “Okay, here we go, 1, 2, 3…” I counted him down but the moment that the liquid touched his skin, he screamed out as if he were in agony.

“Please, stop! I can’t take it!” He begged in a frantic state as if I were torturing him and I realised with horror that I’d only managed to clean one wound.

“Just one more Myles, we’re nearly done.” I tried my best to encourage him even as he manically attempted to protect himself from me. Bellamy ran over to my side and I battled my nerves as I fought to keep control of Myles whilst he squirmed around.

“What are you doing to him?!” Bellamy interrogated, staring down at him in bewilderment.

“Trying to save him!” I hissed in exasperation as I barely stopped him from rolling off the surface. “Hold him still, I need to get to his leg.” I instructed and Bellamy followed my order without a moment of hesitation. As soon as he gripped Myles’s leg into place, I poured the moonshine over it, not wanting to stretch the experience out for him any longer than I had to. Myles howled in pain and writhed around before promptly passing out from pain. I breathed a sigh of relief at completing the task but Bellamy assessed his still form in horror.

“What happened? Did we just lose him?” He gasped as his face fell and I sighed.

“No, he just has a low pain threshold, he passed out.” I confirmed between pants from the strain. “Thanks for the help.” I added as I smiled gratefully at him. It meant a lot to witness his unquestioning confidence in me and I felt that few others would have simply trusted my advice as he did. I started to wrap the spear tips as tightly as I could with rags whilst Myles was still unconscious.Bellamy watched me, his face the definition of pity and stress.

“He’s just a kid.” He muttered quietly as I focused on working. He stayed by my side whilst I finished wrapping the wounds, as if he craved the company and I considered the poignancy of his words. We were all just kids when we arrived here, but the threats here didn’t care about that. I sighed thoughtfully and he clocked me.

“We have way less options without Clarke, I don’t know if there’s anything else I can do for him.” I confessed with a pitying look and he furrowed his brow. “I was originally considering pulling the spear heads out and cauterising the wounds, but there’s no way he could manage that. Besides, I still couldn’t guarantee then that I’d be able to save him. I might end up torturing the poor kid for nothing.” I pondered regretfully. Bellamy hissed and rubbed at his forehead in a display of stress.

“We need Clarke.” He stated in a grave voice and I turned to face him, moving his hands away from tugging at his hair.

“Hey, try to relax.” I advised with an encouraging smile, holding one of his hands in mine and stroking my thumb along it soothingly. “What happened out there wasn’t your fault. We’ll find a way to get through this.” I assured him as his eyes met mine with a fearful expression and I could practically feel the vulnerability radiating from him.

“They’re all looking to me to keep them safe, Indie. How am I going to do that when the grounders are picking us off, we’re running out of bullets and everyone’s too exhausted to see straight?” He breathed and held himself in a way that revealed the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I don’t know.” I confessed with a shrug. “But you don’t have to go it alone. I’m here for whatever you need.” I mentioned and I found myself wishing that I could do more to help. He sighed and we stood in silence for a while. I kept his hand in mine and the way he was staring at me seemed as if he was using my presence and my reassurances to calm himself.

“Do you think I should be out looking for them?” He asked in a small, doubtful voice causing me to raise a brow at him.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, I’m not the one who has to live with that decision.” I answered. I felt in my gut that I didn’t want to tell him what to do whilst he was so vulnerable. This was a big decision and it felt wrong to make it for him. “You’ve got to do what feels right to you.” I aired and was surprised when he scoffed at me.

“Don’t give me a diplomatic answer Indigo.” He drawled and I tensed at his use of my full name. “Most of the people out there are looking at me as if I betrayed them.” He seemed momentarily annoyed, but his expression softened again when he looked at me. “I know I can trust you to be honest with me, and you’ve got good enough judgement to tell me when I’m wrong.” He explained, baring himself to me for judgement. “Am I wrong?” He spoke in almost a whisper and my heart ached for him.

“No.” I answered without a moment of hesitation and he widened his eyes at me. “We can’t just wander around in the dark making ourselves easy targets, we’ll never find them that way, all we’ll do is lose more people.” I tried to answer based on logic, before studying him sympathetically. “It would be easy to listen to my feelings, tell you to take a search party and run out into the forest to their rescue. I won’t deny that a part of me wants to do that, but being a leader isn’t about taking the easy option. A good leader makes the hard choices, even when others don’t thank them for it.” I spoke earnestly and he managed a slight smile despite his stress.

“You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?” He breathed with a warm tone to his voice and I watched as some of the tension left his shoulders.

“Only when I’m speaking to you.” I commented before finally releasing his hand as I realised that I was still gripping it with embarrassment. “Let’s just focus on staying alive until the morning and then we can re-evaluate. Speaking of staying alive, I’d better get back to work. You know where to find me if anything changes with Myles.” I squeezed his arm on last time and left him to his thoughts.

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bombshellsandbluebells · 4 years

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The 100 Fic: On My Way Amongst the Stars

Summary: Otan used to say they were from everywhere. But Emori knows that's wrong. They don't belong everywhere; they belong nowhere.

Or: Emori struggles to find a place in the world, meets a boy who says he's from the Sky, and eventually visits it herself. Emori character study.

Relationships: Memori, Emori & Otan

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I finished one of those wips

“God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.” -The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams

Otan used to say they were from everywhere.

He said it when the desert nights were long and cold and they were without shelter, lying curled together to stay warm. He whispered it as they left towns after trading, suspicious eyes pressing heavy on their backs until they were out of sight.

The reason they couldn’t root themselves in any one place, he’d insisted, was because they belonged to too many. They had bits of the boat people in them because they knew the smell of the sea and the bitter taste of salt water. But they also knew the sharp burn of the desert sun and the icy bite of mountain air.

Emori never knew if Otan truly believed his lie or if he said it only for her sake, but she had never been able to believe it. She remembered too well the hot flashes of shame and fear when her hand was exposed, or the bitter envy that grew like an thick, knotted weed in her stomach when she watched young children playing freely without care in the villages they passed through.

They don’t belong everywhere, Emori knows. They belong nowhere.

But Otan was right about one thing – they have been everywhere. In her earliest memories, she is small and young, draped on Otan’s back, her hands wrapped securely around his neck, as they move from forest to forest and village to village – in each place catching only the slightest glimpse into lives they could never have.

Most people, she knows, never leave the clans they’re born in – never even travel beyond their borders. There are people of the southern forests who have never seen snow or desert sand, and people from the desert who have never seen the ocean shore.

But it’s easy to travel when you’re unrooted.

She’s seen the lake people, located to the west on the lake shore, who build their houses on poles to escape the mud. Their boats are larger than her and Otan’s and run on louder, angrier motors. They traded old machinery there once for a fishing net and later had taught themselves to use it. Otan had ended up more tangled than the fish he was trying to catch, and Emori had laughed at him, loud and joyous.

“I will be forced to eat you for dinner,” she’d teased, then screamed with laugher when he pushed her overboard.

Soon they added fish to their usual diet, learned how to clean them and repurpose the scales and bones into jewelry they could sell in landlocked clans. Emori made herself a few pieces as well, sometimes hanging them from her ear or asking Otan to braid them into her hair, other times weaving them into her clothing. She doesn’t hold onto many personal belongings beyond necessities – the more you have to carry, the slower you move, and the slower you move, the faster death catches up with you – but sometimes it’s nice to own something just for the sake of owning it – just because it’s pleasant to look at and it makes her happy.

One winter, they traveled through Azgeda territory and saw snow for the very first time. Struck mute with wonder, Emori had cupped it in her hand and shivered at the sting of it. When Otan wasn’t looking, she’d snuck up behind him and shoved it against his exposed forehead, ducking away as quickly as a hare before he could retaliate.

Emori knows Sangedakru, too – the people that make the desert their home, as few of them as there are. There is a trading post and a small camp on the northern edge of the Dead Zone that deals in food and water instead of tech. Supplies that help them survive their harsh environment have great value there, and occasionally they give her pieces of tech they’d found in the desert in exchange for the meat and edible plants she brings from the forest. The people there have grown familiar with her and Otan; they pass word of interested buyers when they have it. Still, Emori had always kept her hand well covered and Otan, his face.

Familiarity doesn’t necessarily breed trust or safety.

There is another Sangedakru settlement towards the south. Emori has only been there once and vows never to return. She steers clear of it when she needs to cross the Dead Zone. It has been months, but sometimes she still wakes up with Baylis’s face in her mind. Otan had always been able to recognize when her nightmares were about him; he would silently wrap her in his arms, and, though on most days she would huff at his mothering and insist she was no longer a child, on those nights she would bury her head in Otan’s chest and let herself feel safe and loved.

She misses Otan like a misplaced part of her, like a limb that has been cut off and can still be felt but no longer used. She misses him with a painful desperation – if only I hadn’t let him go with Jaha, if only I hadn’t left in the boat – if only, if only, if only. She hopes he’s safe. She hopes he’s alive. She hopes John will agree to help her find him.

John is a mystery.

He’s different from any people she’s ever met. Emori can’t tell what clan he’s from, though she studies him closely when he isn’t looking, searching for details she recognizes. He wears no identifying marks on his skin or in his hair. His pale skin is covered in scars, but not the ceremonial scarring of Azgeda. His clothing is strange; he carries no trinkets.

One day, as they sort through their recent score, she decides to ask. “What clan are you from?”

He looks up from his pile. She’d taught him what can get a good price and what isn’t worth carrying, but he seems to instinctively have a good eye for what can still be reused. Sometimes when she sorts something as waste, he pulls it out of the pile and suggests another purpose for it, and she can’t help but wonder if he also grew up as a scavenger.

“I’m not from a clan,” John answers. Emori understands that – the sense that you can’t classify yourself as any one people, that you can no longer claim the clan you were born into. She knows he was banished from his own people, same as her. Still, she’s curious, so she waits, watching him expectantly, and raises her eyebrows in silent question. “I’m from the Ark,” he clarifies. “You guys call us, uh, sky crew, I think.”

Emori has never heard of the Ark. Skaikru sounds familiar, though. Perhaps she’s heard it in passing at a trading post. “I’ve never heard of the Ark. Is it far from the Dead Zone?”

John laughs. “You could say that.” His voice is light with amusement. Emori feels like she’s missed a joke. “The Ark’s on the ground now,” he continues, “but it used to be in space. Uh, in the sky.”

Emori stares at him without comprehension. “What do you mean in the sky?”

“Uh…” John looks unsure of how to phrase his reply. His mouth twists. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Guess you guys don’t really understand space, huh?”

The insinuation is insulting. She’s sure she would understand it if he would just explain. She continues to stare at him, expectant, slightly more peeved now.

“In the stars,” he says finally.

The metal cup she had been examining falls from her grasp. It clatters to the boat floor, spinning and rolling away. She stares at him. “You’re from the stars?” She doesn’t know if her voice sounds incredulous or just skeptical – she doesn’t know which way she’s feeling, either.

The stars are familiar to her. She has spent many nights staring up at them, from the gently rocking floor of her boat or the cold desert sand or the uneven forest floor. When she was younger, she would trace them with her hand, finding shapes and pictures hidden amongst them, and Otan would add to them, crafting stories to entertain her out of the glittering lights above them.

He taught her how to navigate with them, too – how to find her place and her destination, how to use them to guide her path. The stars are a comfort, because they’re a constant in a world that never lets her settle.

But she’d never thought of the stars as a place you could live.

“I don’t believe you,” she says finally, because ever since that first meeting, she’s never lied to him.

John bristles. “I’m telling the truth.” Emori knows she’s hit a nerve; his voice is sharp and tight, his shoulders hunched. He throws the shredded fabric he’s holding in the trash pile. “I’m not the one who goes around lying.”

It’s Emori’s turn to tense. She’d thought they’d gotten over that, honestly. He’s never brought it up again. “I apologized,” she snaps. “And I haven’t lied to you since.”

John doesn’t reply. Nor does he look at her. She watches him places a decent looking wire in the trash pile without hardly looking at it. When she leans closer to him to move it to the keep pile, he tenses.

Sometimes he reminds her of cornered prey. She can’t fault him for it; the world is hard and cruel and she’s often been made to feel like cornered prey herself, though she’s gotten skilled at hiding it behind a smile. The only time she lets herself appear vulnerable anymore is when she’s pulling a con.

“I didn’t say I thought you were lying,” she explains softly. With Otan gone, the thought of John growing angry with her and leaving is terrifying. “But I don’t understand how it can be real.”

“It’s not my fault grounders don’t understand science.” He still sounds defensive.

Emori scrunches her nose up at the unfamiliar word. “Grounders?”

“That’s what we call your people. Because you live on the ground.”

“I don’t have a people,” Emori corrects sharply. John looks up abruptly at her tone and locks eyes with her.

“Right,” he says, and something softens in his eyes. “Yeah, I know. Skaikru aren’t my people, either. We’re just from the same place.”

“The sky,” she says, still trying to wrap her mind around the idea. She looks up into the sky and images a city built in the clouds. It sounds impossible.

“You believe me now?”

Emori stares at the sky for a moment longer. She doesn’t understand it still, but, if nothing else, John believes it. He isn’t lying to her on purpose. She shrugs. “Well, you’re a terrible liar, so it must be true.”

“What? That’s not true.”

Emori grins at him. “It is. You’ll have to play a corpse in our next con because it was so bad. I thought I would have to come out of the trees early to save you.”

“You’ve just had more practice,” John snaps, but his tone is not truly angry. This is a friendly argument, like she would have with Otan, and it fills her with happiness. She’s glad that John is here with her; she’s glad he still seems to like her.

They continue to bicker playfully as they sort the rest of the stolen goods, and Emori can’t keep the smile from her face. She likes him, she realizes. She’s never had anyone to like before. It’s a wonderfully addictive feeling.

“So how do you live in the sky?” she asks one day as she’s repairing the boat engine.

“I don’t know,” John replies. He’s no help at all with machinery, so he’s lying in the shade of the boat cover, fanning himself with a spare piece of fabric. It’s hot with the sun beating down on them, but he’s still too scared of the water to jump in and cool himself off. “Same as down here, I guess.”

She stares at him, shrewd and unbelieving; seeing it, he falters.

“Well, not exactly the same. You can’t live outside in space because there’s no oxygen, so you have to live in a ship.”

“Oxygen?” she asks curiously, catching on the unfamiliar word.

“It’s an element in the air that you need to breathe.”

She takes that in, processes it. “And there’s lots of oxygen here?”

“Yeah, there’s tons on Earth. Lot more than the Ark had.”

When she asks him to explain further what oxygen is, he fumbles over his words, unsure how better to describe it. Eventually, she tires of both bombarding him with questions and messing with the stubborn engine and decides to teach him to swim instead.

“Everything floats in space,” John tells her one night when they’re cleaning fish for dinner.

“Why?” she asks.

“There’s no gravity.”

And then she has a new word and a new concept that John finds difficult to explain. She mentally adds it to the list.

“How do you travel to your home in the sky?”

“With a rocket ship.”

“Like a boat?”

“No, not really. It has a massive engine, and it just sort of shoots you up there.”

Emori tries to picture it, but the only image she can produce is their little boat fitted with a bigger engine, floating up towards the clouds, and she knows that isn’t what John means. It’s frustrating to be unable to fully understand him. She’s not stupid, but the concepts he talks about are so unfamiliar it’s nearly impossible to wrap her head around them. And John, much as he tries, seems unsure how to explain them so she can.

Still, when she asks questions, he answers them honestly and as best he can, and she appreciates it.

She understands better when the chip is in her head and ALIE is feeding information into her brain. Everything comes easier to her then, even the explanations that John had struggled to give her.

Still, she won’t fully understand space for nearly another year, not until she sits beside John in a rocket ship – not at all like her boat with a bigger engine attached – and leaves the only places she’s ever known behind for the stars. Suddenly, she can understand all of it. The lack of gravity is what lets Raven float into the air like she’s weightless. The lack of oxygen is what nearly kills them all. The concepts that John had tried his best to explain become real in a way they never had before.

Space is deadly, she learns. Perhaps more deadly than the deserts or the oceans or the fierce cold of Azgeda territory. It is cold and dark and empty and vast.

And yet, it feels safer than any place she has ever been before. None of the people there threaten to cast her out because of her hand; most of them don’t even treat her differently because of it. The Ring is small and confined, but she learns to be free in a way she has never been before. She stretches herself out and grows, one day, she realizes she's stopped covering her hand at all.

Otan used to say they were from everywhere, but the first real home that Emori ever knows is in the sky.

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sumu-samu · 3 years

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Chapter 2

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Pairing: Bellamy Blake x OC

Genre: Fluff, angst, and everything in between

Warnings: curse words, death, blood, killing, gore, and some good old chaos

A/N: Here's the second chapter, again, if there's anything wrong please just tell me so I can revise it later. Hope you like it, I think I’ll be posting this twice a week because I just have so much written already. Also, I forgot to mention it in the summary and I’m too lazy to fix it, there's a twist once we get to season six.

“Nah, Xephyr that sphere just launched IT”S SELF into jaspers chest.” Monty sassed

“Shut up.” Finn said sharply. “On three we all run, got it?” we all nodded “One, two, three!” we all ran through the woods, I could feel the cut on my leg burning but I couldn’t stop thinking about Jasper. I didn’t want to believe what I saw. Monty tripped over something, when he fell his face was full of fear, we looked to the ground and saw bones.

“Who are they?” Finn asked. Clarke picked up the skull

“What are they?” She corrected.

We heard a distant scream. “Jasper! He’s alive.” I yelled and started running back

“Xephyr wait! Wait!” Finn called after me, needless to say I didn’t. “Wait! Stay out of the trees.” He grabbed me. We looked over to where JAsper was before but nothing was there.

“He was right there?” finn said confused

“No, where is he?” Monty added.

“They took him.” Clarke said with concern. “Let’s go.” She turned around. We all ran back to camp. I didn’t want to but I knew that we couldn't’ not with the conditions we were in, we needed to go back.

We got back to camp and saw Wells holding a knife to Murphy’s throat. “Wells!” Clarke called out “Let him go.” He let him go and Murphy charged at him.

“Enough Murphy.” Bellamy held him back. “Octavia, are you alright?” He ran to us. When he took her from Monty and I he gave me a look. I almost mistook it for pity but it wasn’t that, it was a look I hadn’t seen before.

“Where's the food?” Bellamy asked strongly.

“We didn’t make it to Mount Weather.” Finn sat down.

“Then what the hell happened out there?” He almost yelled.

“We were attacked.” Clarke breathed out.

“Attacked? By what?” Wells asked.

“Not what, who. Turns out when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn’t the last grounder.” “It’s true.” I added “Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us.”

“Yeah, the bad news is the grounders will.” Finn added darkly

“Where’s the kid with goggles?” Clarke turned to wells with sadness in her eyes

“Jasper was hit. They took him” She told him. “Where’s your wrists band?” He reached for his arm.

He pulled away, “Ask him.” He nodded towards Bellamy.

Clarke stepped towards him. “How many?” She asked sternly

“Twenty-four and counting.” Murphy smiled with a look of success.

“You idiots.” I breathed “Life support on the Ark is failing, that’s why they brought us down here! They need to know the ground is survivable again and we need their help against whoever is out there! If you take off your wrist bands you're not just killing them! You're killing us!” I yelled out.

“We’re stronger than you think. Don’t listen to her, she’s one of the privileged.” Bellamy rolled his eyes. “If they come down she’ll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wrist band on your arm, it makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they’ll forgive your crimes, I say you are not criminals. You’re fighters, survivors. The grounders should worry about us!” Everyone started to shout. My leg burned more and more the pain now searing to my hip, the world became blurry.

“Xephyr?” Octavia’s voice sounded distant and it rang. My legs became jelly, my mind blank, I fell to the ground, blackness started to overcome me. Before I completely blacked out I heard someone yell my name.

I stood there watching a clone of myself,

“Why are you doing this?” Clarke pleaded.

“You know why, cause it’s fun. You knew that I was going to become this, everyone knew, and you let me live. You brought this upon yourself. “ I smiled.

“No!” The me that was watching screamed.

Moving swiftly I sliced her throat. She fell to the ground. The me with a knife bent down, and ripped open her abdomen.

NO! STOP!”

“Xephyr!” Bellamy yelled. I woke up sweaty and screaming. He looked at me concerned.

“Xephyr, are you okay?” Wells asked. I nodded my head.

“We’re going to find Jasper.” Clark informed me.

“I’m coming with-”

“No.” Bellamy said.

“Fuck off, like hell I’m not going with you, Jasper is my friend.” “Xephyr, calm down. He’s right, you’ll slow us down, with your leg,”

“My leg is fine.” I cut Clarke off.

“You have a concussion. You could get even worse.” She put her hand on my shoulder.

“Fine,” I said sharply. “But I’m going to do what I can to get comms back up.”

“I guess i can’t stop you there.” She sighed. “Well be back. Okay.”

As they walked off I went up to the second level and saw Monty working on some wires.

“Need help?” I asked.

“From you, hell yes, i barely know how to do this shit.” I laughed and walked over to help.

As we were working on trying to get comms working the door to the lower level opened and Octavia walked in, a guy was following her but he was pulled down and Atom came up.

“Nobody’s bitch huh?” She asked him. “Maybe one of these days you’ll realize you can’t control me.” She said, I have a small breathy chuckle but she didn’t hear me.

“You know that guy you were with.” Atom smiled “did you know he was in for murder? You wanna know something funny? I’m actually protecting him from you.” He dropped down latching the door behind him. Octavia ran and started hitting it. The sound rang through my ears causing my head to hurt. I just ignored the pain and kept working.

“Consider yourself Controlled” Atom telles through the door.

“Is this all you got? They locked me under the floor for 16 years just for being born! This is nothing.”

“Ahem.” Monty got her attention.

“You wanna keep it down? I’m trying to concentrate.” He shrugged. Octavia walked over time us.

“Damn it!” I yelled. I held my hands to my head trying to force out the pain.

“Hey you okay?” Monty asked.

“Yeah, i just…. i…. umm… we need some form of power.” I said.

“What about the bracelet?” He asked.

“Yes, yeah that’ll work.”

“Use mine,” Octavia offered.

As Monty worked her bracelet off she asked about Jasper.

“He may not be my real brother, but he’s always been there. Every memory i have, there’s jasper. I should be out there.” He sighed.

“You’re not gonna cry are you?” I joked.

“Shut up.” He scoffed.

“You sure about this?” I turned to Octavia. “Your brother won’t approve of you helping us contact the… the…”

“Ark.” Monty finished for me with a concerned look.

“He’s not my keeper.” She gave me a look of assurance. “Let’s just do this. Let’s do it.” She nodded.

Monty dropped the tool he was using and picked up a crowbar. He turned her wrist around and tried to pry it off. It came off and Octavia grunted in pain.

“Sorry” Monty apologized and handed me the bracelet. I held it up to the light filled with hope as i watched it die out.

“DAMN IT!” I sighed, “dead.” The two of them sighed.

“If you can’t even take it off how do you expect to turn it into a radio?” She asked us. Then the door opened and Atom popped up

Octavia gave me a look. “Go on, we’ll be fine. Got work to do.” I motioned towards the wires. She smiled and ran off.

“Hey Monty.” She called back. “Jasper would understand why you stayed.” She nodded.

“How is someone raised beneath the floor not a total basket case?” He joked.

Octavia scoffed and then replied “who says I’m not.”

We continued working. My head was pounding, I started feeling dizzy. I stood up and walked around. “Hey, hey! Are you okay?” Monty got up.

“Yeah, i just…. I need a break. What are we doing again?” I asked. Monty laughed

“Your messing with me right?” I just looked at him. “Oh my gosh you’re serious. Xephyr what’s going on?”

“What? What… huh?”

“Xephyr. You should probably sit down.”

“What? No, I just. Um, can you close that damn door?” I pointed to the door that went to the lower level. Monty walked over and then my vision went black.

“Xephyr!” He ran to me. “Xephyr…” he ran back to the door. “We need help up here.”

My vision started to clear to see two other boys with Monty. “Someone go get water.” He turned to the boys.

“No! No, I just, I need to get back to work.” I shook them off.

“Xephyr?” Monty yelled

“Shhhh! Shut up. You two, back on the wall.”

Once Clarke and everyone else got back I decided I needed a real break. “I’m getting some air.” I got up and walked down the ladder then out of the drop ship.

“Anyone who’s wrist band comes off gets to eat tonight.” Bellamy yelled. Kids lined up to have their bands taken off. Bellamy walked up to me. “Wanna get in line?” He gave an arrogant smile.

“I’ll starve.” I said bitterly. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

“All you’ve got to do is take that wristband off sweetheart.” I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear from behind, warm breath flowing over my neck, then two familiar warm hands run up and down my legs and hips.

My breath hitched, but then I remembered what he had done to me. “Fuck off Murphy,” i shoved him off me.

“Oh come on, if i remember correctly that used to drive you crazy. Used to make you beg for me. You couldn’t keep yourself off me then.” He sighed.

“And then you decided that I wasn't good enough. That you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Please, I was just upset, I didn't mean any of it.” He took a step closer.

“You called me a mental case! You said I was psychotic!” I yelled loud enough for the whole camp to hear. He put his hand over my mouth and shoved me against a tree.

“Come on love, that was years ago.” He ran his fingers down my neck and my arms. I tried pushing him off, but I couldn't.

“Hey! Murphy! Back off.” Bellamy’s deep voice boomed. Murphy just looked at me. “Let her go!” He said more sternly, Murphy let go. “Now walk away.” Murphy did as he was told.

“I don’t need you.” I said sharply.

“Really? Cause looked to me like you did.”

“John isn’t different from any of the others. He acts all tough, but in reality, he’s just a wus waiting to be put in his place.” I rolled my eyes. I pushed myself off the tree and lost my balance, i would have fallen if Bellamy hadn’t caught me.

“Whoa! You okay?” He asked.

“Like I said. I don’t need you.” I walked off to go find a place to sleep.

#bellamyblake #bellamy #bellamy x oc #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x oc #the 100 bellamy #x oc #The 100 #the100

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osleyakomwonkru · 4 years

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I’m planning on doing a defense Octavia post on insta. I just wanted to ask you: What are the main reasons O is hated for? — like I have been away from the fandom for a year and many people are calling her powerhumgry and all of those things.. So I haven’t exactly caught up on fandom.

Antis have all sorts of reasons as to why they hate Octavia, but the main reasons in brief, going chronologically:

1. Beating up Bellamy in 3x10

Antis will point to this scene as proof that Octavia is an abuser. If no other character committed any sort of violent act on this show, that would hold water. But it doesn’t. Everyone’s committed some sort of violence, including to people they purport to care about and/or love. But somehow only Octavia’s the abuser? Riiiiight.

Look, the Blakes have never had a healthy relationship (see this post for all of the details you may need on the Blake sibling relationship), but they’ve both done things to each other, and the vast majority of the awful shit has landed on Octavia, not Bellamy. Not to mention her coping mechanisms? All learned from him. Antis will point at Octavia beating up Bellamy and then killing Gillmer and Pike as bad bad bad - but these were all people who were the direct cause of her grief. What did Bellamy do when he was grieving? He helped massacre an entire army that had nothing to do with his loss. So as coping mechanisms go, while Octavia’s certainly wasn’t healthy, it was less awful than Bellamy’s, so unless they’re also willing to call Bellamy (and Abby, and Clarke, and Murphy, and...) an abuser too, that’s off the table.

2. Creating the fighting pits in the bunker in 5x02

This one is the most bizarre to me, because as punishments on The 100 go, this is the most merciful one there is (save for banishment, but that’s not something you can do in a sealed bunker). Is it something Octavia wanted to do? No. But she needed to keep order, and she needed some form of population reduction so that they would be able to survive past five years if someone from the outside didn’t rescue them. The fighting pits served both of those purposes. Octavia has a very strong sense of justice - “only the guilty”. She wouldn’t stand for a culling of any kind (the Dark Year was horrible enough). So the only other option was a strong line on crime, just like on the Ark. And why a fight instead of just a clean execution? Well, for one, letting someone survive is a good and merciful thing to do. And for two, most of the bunker consisted of Grounders. Trial by combat is a time-honoured tradition.

3. Executing people during the Dark Year in 5x11

This is a topic I’ve written about at length - see here and here for two examples. But the short version is just as Madi said in 5x11 after hearing the story: “As awful as it was, taking away their choice, putting it all on her - she bore it, so they didn’t have to.”

Octavia wanted people to have a free choice, but Abby told her that wasn’t possible if Wonkru was to survive since death by starvation wouldn’t feed the rest. She also emphasized to Octavia that the people would destroy themselves if they had to bear the guilt of eating their friends and family. So what’s left? Taking away the choice, making herself the bad guy, so that her people could live with a clear conscience because it was no longer their sin to bear.

4. Throwing Bellamy and Indra in the fighting pit in 5x10

This one I find the most ridiculous anti argument. Yeah, Octavia threw them in the pit. And why did she do that? Because they almost murdered her and committed treason. It isn’t like she was bored and it was Tuesday. Even then, she was still looking for a way out, even considering killing herself, so that she wouldn’t have to watch her brother and her seda fight to the death. She showed a hell of a lot more sorrow, pain and remorse over this than Bellamy and Indra did over poisoning her.

5. Burning the farm in 5x10

This is the big one that most people point to these days. They’ll accept everything that happened while the bunker was sealed as “necessity”, but think that this is the biggest proof of her being “power hungry” when the bunker was opened.

But no. This was necessity too. The hydrofarm was not a solution. I have a whole post on The Burning of the Hydrofarm, then further here regarding her motives for burning the farm. Throughout season six, there were many situations where the burning of the farm came up (6x02, 6x09, 6x13), and in no case was power listed as the motivator - not even in her mindspace.

And to add further to the points in that post: The prisoners had missiles, which they would have figured out to use and McCreary would have blown them out of the ground. Also, they had people in the valley (Spacekru) who were counting on them coming with an army - who had no way of getting out of the valley without being seen. See this post here.

Hope that gives you some ideas! (Please write your post in your own words and don’t just use mine.) But do feel free to link to any of the posts I’ve mentioned here or just send them over here to my blog, which is all Octavia Defense Squad, all the time :D

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war-sword · 5 years

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anonymous said: Ahhhh what should I request! Ehh... could you write something about a girl, who isn’t vulnerable or unable to handle herself, but who gets into some sort of danger which Draco then protects her/saves her. Possibly at the end she gets upset and he comforts her?

pairing: draco x female reader (unspecified house) words: 2.6k a/n: this is set in fourth year, during the time of the triwizard tournament, but it’s honestly only important to some aspects because i don’t mention the other schools. mostly just context. hope it’s not too short for you all! taglist: @accio-rogers @diademofdraco @mayorofzillyhoo @clockworkherondale(please comment on this post or send a message to be added to my overall taglist!) read the rest of my masterlist here

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“… And one last warning students, please be careful as you venture to outdoor classes such as Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures this year. Teachers will be waiting to escort students to these classes in an effort to lessen incidents, but I must ask that no one venture to unpaved areas when getting some fresh air. Our groundskeeper is working to fix the problem, but until that time, please exercise extreme caution. That is all!” Dumbledore clapped his hands together, dismissing everyone from the first feast of the school year.

You stepped up from the table with the rest of your housemates and made your way to the dormitories, gossiping about the unnamed threat Dumbledore had mentioned.

“This happens every year! We get here, first day, and get told ‘Don’t go on the third floor west corridor— you’ll be slaughtered!’ ‘Watch your step on the moving staircases, students, portable volcanoes sprouted up over the summer and we’ve yet to remove them. Sorry!’ Honestly, dad never told me it was this bad in his day,” your housemate, Evan, laments.

“We don’t even know what’s outside!” Your best friend Vivian adds. “If we knew, maybe we could be more prepared.”

“True,” you say. “I hope they take care of whatever it is soon. I don’t want to spend all my free periods in the stone courtyard.”

“What’d ya think it is?” Evan asks, poking you with his elbow. “Erklings? Chupacabras?”

“Oh shut up, Evan,” You say, poking him back. “Chupacabras don’t even live in Europe. They’re native to Puerto Rico–“ you trail off as your throat catches, due to your first sight of pale blonde hair.

Evan follows the line of your stare over to Draco and laughs. Vivian just groans. “Please Y/N, I thought you were over this!”

“Sorry!” You huff, crossing your arms as your face heats up. “Not my fault he gets more attractive each summer.”

“Well, don’t get your hopes up, I think Malfoy’s nose is too high in the air for him to see you,” Evan jokes. “Didn’t you hex him last year outside Charms? Whatever happened to that?”

“Yes,” you grumble. “Believe me, I’m well aware how annoying he is. I just wish he wasn’t so hot.”

Vivian feigns throwing up. “Please, quit while you’re ahead, Y/N.”

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As it turns out, Erklings end up in your Defense classroom as opposed to the sprawling lawns outside. Professor Moody has a taste for the hands-on that Professor Lupin did, but with a slightly more dangerous twist. Not that you mind, of course. When Professor Moody drops the cage onto the floor of the DADA classroom and asks for a volunteer, your hand is the first one up.

“As usual, Ms. Y/L/N is the only one of you who wants to participate!” His good eye focuses on you in almost a sympathetic way. “Let’s have someone else. Longbottom!”

Poor Neville. He was never ready, Professor Moody should know that by now. You wait patiently as he calls on several other students. Hermione is the most successful with the Erkling so far, using the Melofors jinx to encase it’s head in a pumpkin.

“Well done, Ms. Granger,” Moody says, using the Impirus curse to make the Erkling walk back into its cage. You shiver a bit— you’ve still not gotten used to seeing the former auor use unforgivable curses in classroom settings. “However, if this Erkling were larger, more powerful, it would still be able to sing loud enough to affect you even with its head covered.” His beady eyes scanned the group of you again, fixing on you at last. “Y/L/N, I assume you know the spell I’m looking for?”

You jump to your feet eagerly and head to the center of the classroom. Professor Moody opens the cage again, and out comes the Erkling, singing it’s eerie and hypnotizing song. The Erkling you’re working with is small and you’re old enough that the creature’s voice doesn’t affect you as much as it would a young child, but you feel your thoughts become a bit muffled anyway. You fight the feeling of passing out and put all your energy into casting.

“Pullus!” You whip your wand in an ark and the Erkling transfigures in a pouf of feathers. The cloudiness in your head fades, and you find yourself standing before an ordinary chicken instead of a child-eating elf. You smile as Professor Moody leads the class in hearty applause.

“Well done! You see, Erklings are very susceptible to the Pullus transfiguration. Even if an adult Erkling has a teenager such as yourselves under it’s spell, even a weaker version of the charm will be enough to allow you to gain the upper hand,” Moody explains.

You head back to your seat and ignore Hermione’s calculating stare. Instead you notice Draco watching you with interest. You glow anew, and take your seat next to Vivian. Everyone then takes turns transfiguring the Erkling with the Pullus charm. As Draco walks back to his seat after successfully transfiguring the creature, he catches your eye again. You turn to Evan behind you and tell him maybe Malfoy’s nose isn’t too high to notice you yet.

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In early December, cold rain is pelting the castle walls. The school is abuzz with talk of the Yule Ball, but you were more interested in the baby Kappas that Hagrid had mentioned you would be studying today. The rain was the perfect day for them to be observed swimming in puddles.

You’d almost made it to the alcove where your Creatures class met when you realized you’d left your outdoor rain cloak in your last class. “Bollocks,” you mumble. “Vivi, cover for me? I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

“But you can’t go down the path to the forest alone, Y/N!” Vivian argued. “It’s pouring, you’ll hardly be able to see as it is!”

“I’ll be fine, nothing bad has happened to anyone all term anyway. I’ll be okay walking to one class unsupervised, ” you insist, and sprint back up the stairs two at a time to the Charms classroom.

When you return to the alcove, your class is already gone. You secure your bag and slip your rain cloak on, fastening it tight, then venture out into the torrential rain.

You hate to admit it, but maybe Vivian was a little right. It’s hard to see ahead through the wall of grey the rain creates. Water keeps getting in your eyes despite your hood. You pull your wand from inside your robes and prepare to cast the umbrella charm when something slams into your thigh, knocking you to the ground.

You scramble on the wet grass, trying to right yourself. The next blow lands on your upper back, and you cry out in pain. Your hood falls off and rain flows freely into your eyes, but you squint against it and let out a small growl of determination. Before the next hit can come, you roll to the side and raise your wand, only to feel instantly frozen in fear.

A very wet, and absolutely murderous Red Cap glares down at you, bone club raised and at the ready. You stare helplessly back at it, rain running straight into your wide eyes without you even noticing. You can only look at it’s dark and dirty hat, and think about how your blood is going to saturate it next.

“Titillando!”

The Red Cap collapses into a fit of laughter and falls to the ground, clutching its sides as it’s hit by the tickling hex. You hear another spell cast, and the Red Cap goes flying away from you in the opposite direction. As soon as it’s out of sight, you flop back onto the wet ground, still in shock. Someone comes running from the direction of the castle, and you didn’t think you could feel more surprised than when you see Draco Malfoy’s face hovering over your own.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” The hood of his own rain cloak has fallen back, presumably when he was running. His fine hair is getting soaked and sticking to his forehead, and his hand is on your upper arm, trying to get your attention. “Y/N? Are you listening? Can you stand?"

Instead of answering, you burst into sobs.

“Oh no,” Draco says. He puts his own wand back into his robes and grabs your shoulders to pull you into an upright position. “Y/N, come on, let’s get you back to the castle.”

“B-but the Kappas…” You sniff.

Through your tears and the rain, you barely make out his tiny smile. “The Kappas can wait. I think you’d better skip this class.” Draco finally is able to get you standing, and you lean against him as you continue to sob all the way back inside.

“It’s a good thing I was running late, too. You were the last person I’d expect would need help, though.” Draco says as he sits you on the first bench you come across. “Do you need the hospital wing?”

You shake your head, finally calming down. “No, it only got me twice. Just a bad bruise, I’m guessing.” You pull off your rain cloak and take in your soaked clothes. You take out your wand, intending to charm all the water off, but your hand is shaking too badly. Your hand drops into your lap helplessly, and you sigh.

“Let me,” Draco says gently. He waves his own wand and you feel the water pull off both of your robes, and it collects into a ball that hovers in front of the two of you. Draco flicks his wand and it flows under the crack of the door and back outside.

“Thank you,” you say, suddenly becoming aware of your embarrassing situation.

“Anytime,” Draco replies. “What happened? You’re never one to freeze up in the face of danger.”

You play with the edge of your uniform skirt nervously. “Red Caps are my one fear. They killed my only sister when she was just a baby, while my family was on a camping trip.” You rub your nose. “I was too young to know any magic, and by the time my parents came it was too late to save her.”

“I’m so sorry,” Draco says after a beat. “That must have been very traumatic."

You give a small shrug. “I don’t remember much about her. I always tell myself I can take down any Red Cap I come across, because I can, but the times it’s happened since that day I always get scared and can’t move. It’s just frustrating.”

Draco scoots a little closer to you on the bench as a few more tears roll down your cheeks. “For someone as talented as you in Defense Against the Dark Arts, I’m sure you just need some practice.” He places a warm hand on your bare knee, causing your own palms to start sweating.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go wandering around our Red Cap-infested school grounds after what just happened,” you manage, despite your sudden breathlessness.

“As if I’d let you go alone,” Draco says with a hint of smugness.

Your jaw goes slack. “You’d go with me?”

“Sure,” Draco shrugs. “The two of us should be able to manage with no problem.”

“Um, you are aware even small Red Caps can kill you, right?” You scoff.

“So? I’ve already gotten rid of one with no problem.”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Draco had turned your mood around. “Alright. We can go out and hunt the Red Caps if you really think it will help.”

Draco beams a perfect pearly smile. “Wonderful.”

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Two days later, you sprint down the staircase to meet Draco for… whatever you’re doing. This is not how you had imagined finally getting to spend time with Draco, but you’d take what you were handed. Besides, this was a two birds with one stone sort of deal: conquering your worst fear, and hanging out with your crush. Normal stuff.

Today the sun is shining during your shared free afternoon block, and you feel a blush heat your cheeks when Draco takes your hand and leads your outside. After you make sure no teachers have seen you slip out, the two of you head to an open spot of grass.

“I don’t see any,” you observe, scanning the hills. “I can’t see any of their holes, either.”

“Do you reckon they live in the maze?” Draco suggests. “Maybe they’re part of that particular challenge.”

“But then wouldn’t they be magically contained inside the shrub?” You counter. “If the entire grounds are infested so bad we can’t go to classes, they can’t be part of the Tournament. Unless it’s something we don’t know about.” You add.

As you both look out across the empty landscape, the small knot of nervousness that was in your stomach starts to subside. Perhaps there were fewer Red Caps than you had been led to believe, and your attack on the way to Magical Creatures class had just been an unfortunate accident.

Draco suddenly grabs your arm. “There! Look! One is coming now!”

From far down the hill, a tiny red dot emerges from a tuft of grass. It’s lumbering up the slope towards the two of you, and almost instantly the ball of nerves returns. You feel like you’re going to throw up. No, you’re not going to do that in front of Draco. He’s right there, he’ll help you if anything goes wrong.

“I’m ready,” you say, trying to muster up some confidence by readjusting your grip on your wand and taking a deep breath.

The Red Cap disappears behind the curve of the hill. When it comes back into your line of sight, it’s much closer. And there’s about eight more with it, all looking deadly with their bone clubs and dirty clothes.

“Um, Y/N? Maybe we should go…” Draco whispers, his grip on your arm suddenly tighter. “Nine is a lot for just the two of us.”

But while Draco was faltering, you only felt more determined. “Nope, I’m doing it.” You pull free from his grasp and take an offensive stance at the oncoming wave of Red Caps.

“Merlin,” Draco mutters, but he pulls out his own wand and stands beside you.

The first Red Cap starts running, and you hit it with a stun jinx. Draco follows by casting Expelliarmus, and the creature and its club go flying in opposite directions. Once the first Red Cap is down, the others start to charge. You and Draco take down a few more, but there’s still five left and they’re closing in fast.

“Run for it!” Draco drags you away, and together you sprint back towards the castle. You keep looking behind you, throwing jinxes at the remaining Red Caps running after the two of you. One throws it’s club, which narrowly misses Draco’s head.

You stumble up the steps towards the entrance back to the castle, but your toe catches on a wonky stone and sends you flying down the corridor, taking Draco with you. You both land in a heap. As you scramble across the floor to get further away from the grass, you spare a glance over your shoulder. The remaining Red Caps have stopped where the lawn ends, and just stare angrily back.

“Draco, look, they’ve stopped,” you pant.

Draco follows your line of sight, and you watch the Red Caps disperse before collapsing onto the floor on your backs.

“I did it.” You smile to yourself as you stare at the stone arch above you.

Draco turns his head to look at you and you do the same. He gives you that same breathtaking smile from two days ago. “You did! Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You can’t help but giggle, and Draco joins you. “Honestly, it really could have gone much worse!” You admit.

“Do you feel better?” Draco asks.

You think on it for a moment, lost in his pale blue eyes. “Yeah, I think I do.”

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #my writing #draco malfoy #hp fanfic #requested

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penaltybox14 · 4 years

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For @dying-redshirt-noises cupped-face prompt.

When Bob was a kid, a real kid, just a little kid with a brush haircut and milk-tooth molars, his mom would open up the windows on summer nights just to let their apartment breathe, and he could hear the sirens down below. He could lie in bed and try to guess each one as it went by: police, or fire, or ambulance. Wasn't any paramedics, in those days, and the man behind the ambulance wheel might just as soon be the undertaker, and himself he might not know which til he got on scene.

When Bob was a kid, when he was Bobby, when he was Frank's kid brother, when he was Ed and Louise's son, two boys from his block went swimming in the Des Plaines river, under the hot, fat, shimmering August sun, but only one boy came back out again. Bob (Bobby) walked into a funeral parlor in his Sunday best, starch and a clip-on necktie and hair his mother fussed to flatten, and saw a dead boy lying still and ordinary, as if lulled by the soft weeping of grown-ups and the grinding wheeze of an industrial fan in the corner. Bobby walked up to the dead boy trying to work out what that meant: dead. There was something pale about the boy that he had only vaguely known, something missing, something too sweet and fine-spun about his stillness.

A woman, who might have been the boy's mother (it was a room of bodies: of shuddering bodies in black suits and sunday dresses, veils and whispers, grown-up bodies swaying and heaving like the cars of a freight train), bent and stroked the hair, the cheek, the hands. A woman looked down at him with shining eyes. Bob (Bobby, his cock's comb hair straying from its pommade bonds) touched the hand of the boy who wasn't, anymore, because his skin was cold, cold like a door in the morning, before the sun come out and woke up the streets and the buses and the world. Colder than the gentle face of the moon, colder than the comforting stars.

Wasn't any paramedics, back then, and Bob wonders sometimes if there had been, would there still be two boys and not one, would there be two boys grown to young men. Two boys gone to work, two boys gone to Vietnam, two boys come home and starting families. Two boys went swimming and one came back, and one had a painted cheek that felt like the bottom of a river.

Summer in Chicago was a season of sirens: police and fire and ambulance, and in the later afternoons when the storms rolled in you'd hear the tornado warnings go off, howling like something trapped and wounded, like something raging to get out.

It doesn't storm like that, in Los Angeles. Back home you'd go days of heat, days of swelter, the mercury all but busting out of the thermometer on the drugstore window. Drink Coca-Cola, said the fading metal, with the similing lady on it, and boy you did, boy you drank it half-solid with ice. The heat would rise from the day to the night, from the pavement to the bricks to the El, all the way to the sky until at last God deemed it right to break, and the lightning split the world to pieces and the thunder might've cracked the foundations of the earth and rain came spilling out of the sky like Noah was building an ark on the shores of Lake Michigan. But the heat, here, is brittle and fierce, and holds you in its teeth.

When the rain comes, if it comes at all, it sneaks up on you, and all of a sudden the power's out and the cracked-concrete culvert they call a river here is a raging torrent, rolling fury down to the port, to the ocean, rolling fury like it wants to tear everything down, like a bad trip, like a schizophrenic throwing himself against the walls of a cramped house in a neighborhood of cramped houses and cramped alleys and bad, boiling summer madness.

They're in the throes of the heat, they're at the mercy of the mercury, and Bob's gone through two uniform shirts and Craig's gone through four, and Bob's thinking about asking dispatch to post them up at a landromat for a couple of hours cause he's running out of shirts before he's gonna run out of sweat to soak them in. They drink water like horses and no one at Station wants to cook, and Cap says the hell with it, popsicles for dinner, and Leroy says Cap they're gonna melt before we get to eat them and Cap says the hell with it, just throw them in a bowl and call it soup. Craig says, from the couch where he has wilted, ever so slightly, gaz-popsicle, and chuckles. Gaz-popsicle, like gazpacho, get it?

Parker says Brice made a joke, Cap, I'm gonna shove my whole head in the freezer and don't take me out til January.

Bob laughs, and laughs, and Craig smiles, and the tones go off for a structure fire, as if the whole of the basin isn't hot enough already, just gotta add a few more degrees.

Fire's like death, he thinks, while Craig drives. It ain't scary, or not. It's just there, like sky or sand, like birth or sleep. You're meant to be at least little scared of it, like all the things that'll kill you out in the wide world, but it's no sense to lose sleep over it. No sense but to be prepared, as Craig is always reminding him, in his sweetly bothersome way, you're a fireman, Bob, how can you forget to change your smoke-alarm batteries?

The structure fire's a house, or it was a house, but it isn't going to be one soon - it's a Craftsman, Bob thinks, and in his mind he sees the layout, in his mind he sees the timbers and the frame, he sees the insulation packed in the walls. He sees hollow-core doors and shag carpeting. He sees these things as he hitches up his SCBA. He sees Craig doing the same, and pats him on the shoulder and Craig pats him back and no one questions it, even if they see it they haven't questioned it for months now.

The sun is a murky eye in the west and the heat of the sky and the cement pushes them toward the house as the house breathes out smoke. There is no heat like fire: it's like being inside a body, like being inside a fever. Twenty minutes in and out: it's all you can stand. Twenty minutes, that's a whole mile walking, twenty minutes, that's nothing, that's an intermission at the drive-in, that's popcorn, that's a thousand years in black smoke.

Twenty minutes. Craig triple-checks his SCBA every morning every shift, and Bob does the same because why not, because he's close to Craig that way, he does it because Craig does it and once upon a time he just did it to make peace with his partner but he does it now because that peace is like water, that peace is like smoke-detector batteries and bullhead catfish on a barbecue grill.

When Bob comes out of the fire stumbling, slapping hands like a relay to send the next crew in - and 51 is there, and 8s, and 10s, a small army - he falls to his knees on the grass and breathes its sweet summer-cracked smell. Someone is wrangling the ambulance attendants to bring out paper cups and water and coolers full of ice and he'd shove his head right in but he thinks: what would Craig thing, me shoving my sweaty, sooty face in everyone else's water?

What would Craig think?

He looks around and squints and doesn't see his partner. He shoves a man from 10s. You seen my partner, he says? You see Brice? The grimed face is blank. He walks among the kneeling rows: you seen my partner? You seen Craig? Roy DeSoto is crouched on the sidewalk, his ginger hair streaked in grime. You seen Brice, Roy?

Roy has always had that softly concerned face, an expression that seems at first too gentle for a fireman. He shakes his head. No, he says. No, he's not with you?

Now his heart is thumping. Now his heart is jumping. Now his muscles hurt, and the gauge on his SCBA is in the red, and twenty minutes is much too long. There's an army of firemen in the same beige and blackened coats, the same black helmets, breathing the same thick air.

Cap, he says, Cap, you seen -

There's a hand on his shoulder and a glimpse in his eye, and Craig is missing his glasses somewhere, what a stupid thing to think at first, Craig stares nearsighted at him and pats his arm again. Bob, he says. I've been looking for you.

His heart beats in his chest so loud his ribs feel like the rafters of a church. Oh god, he thinks, oh god. Craig's live and living and confused face. His myopic gaze he swipes with one gloved hand.

"Aw, jeez, kid, don't do that - "

You forget yourself sometimes. Act like a probie, act like a person.

So he bites his glove off instead, and swipes the grime from under Craig's eye, and smudges it further. He wants to say: jesus, kid, don't scare me like that.

But Craig puts a hand flat against his chest, so instead he lets his hand, of flesh and blood and fever, linger longer than it ought.

#bob bellingham #craig brice #brice/bellingham #emergency!#steering the ship into ritalin bay #this actually includes the prompt as requested

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dontfeelbadimusuallyabouttodie · 4 years

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Secrets Secrets Are No Fun | Bellamy x Reader

*Before the 100 were sent down to Earth there was a time of peace. Bellamy was working towards being a fair and just guard, all the while keeping his family’s secret. However, nothing has ever come easy for this dark haired leader, while working towards his dream, he meets someone unexpected. Y/N is one of the lucky few to live in luxury on the Ark. Her parents serve as members on Jaha’s Council. She never knew what lay beyond the Alpha Station. Soon, a chance encounter with a mysterious guard will open her to experiences she never thought were possible.*

My mother once told me that you never realize defining moments in your life until they become memories. That an ordinary day has the capability to completely change you as a person. Some believe that it’s the big moments that shape you into the person you become.Yet, she believes it’s the small details that slowly transform you.

That being said, let me tell you, sitting here in Earth Skills, is definitely not a defining moment that will mould me into a better person. Our professor has been droning on for twenty minutes now about how to find drinkable water in a desert environment. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and then peer out of the window to my left, fighting against my heavy eyes to take a much needed nap.

Earth floats out there, void of any life and incapable of supporting any habitable conditions for humans, at least for the next few years. At least that’s what we’ve been told since we were old enough to understand. I’ve always dreamed of what it’s like down there, is it barren like a desert, or have the toxic oceans filled with mutant creatures? Ways of rebuilding the once prosperous land are always flitting through my thoughts. The architecture, buildings, and bridges that I’ve seen in movies and books fascinate me.

I wonder if I’ll ever step foot on Earth in this lifetime. Part of me wants to see it happen and the other is scared at the possibility. I’m jerked out of my thoughts by the sound of laughter which is unusual because no one ever enjoys Earth Skills. I look around and see that the last few students are packing up to leave and Professor Bose is chatting up two guards.

One is a tall, serious looking man with bright shaggy blonde hair. He looks like he’s never smiled a day in his life. I can tell even from where I’m sitting, his straight posture and crossed arms signaled that he meant business. The other guard is a smiling young man with beautiful tanned skin. I’ve never seen him before and that’s a damn shame.

He fills out the guard uniform nicely, and he stands laughing with Professor Bose in a relaxed stance. His hair is slicked back and I can’t help but wonder what it would look like messy. Like if I were to run my hands through it would it fall in waves or it is naturally straight?

“Miss Y/L/N, is something the matter? Class ended ten minutes ago.” Bose finally realizes that I’m still here.

I snap out of my stupor with rosy cheeks and began to collect my things. “Uh no, everythings fine, Professor Bose, I was just riveted by your lecture and had to take a moment to process it all.”

Bose seems to like my answer and proudly straightens to his full height of 5’3. His cheeks fill with color as he says, “Why thank you, Miss Y/L/N, it’s nice to know my efforts to prepare you are appreciated.”

The burn of guilt settles into my stomach, I’m so going to Hell for that. The two guards turn their attention to me. I flush with all of the eyes on me and quickly shoulder my book bag.

Before he can ask me any more questions I slip out of my desk and quietly pass the two guards, not making eye contact with either. I make my way over to my locker to pick up a few things for my next class.

“Hi!” A bright and chipper voice squeals behind me, causing me to jump. A familiar face comes into view and I recognize one of my best friends, Briar. Her brown curls sway as she bounces in her spot.

“Hi Briar, you’re looking even more energized than normal.” I say with a smile.

“Why thank you, Y/N/N. I’ve been dying to tell you about the gossip I heard today in Ark History.”

I shake my head at her antics because she knows I have no interest in hear say but I let her tell me all about it on the way to our next class.

After another boring lecture, Briar and I make our way to the cafeteria. At lunch, my group of friends gather around a table and catch up. We joke, laugh, and even argue over the most trivial things and I treasure this hour every day.

“I say we skip fourth hour and take a trip to the cinema, they’re playing the Hunger Games! You know that’s my favorite classic.” Jen exclaims.

“I don’t need any convincing, I’m down. Anything to get me out of Layton’s class, I swear that man has it out for me.” Brexten groans.

Jen laughs, “Well of course he does, you set him and the classroom literally on fire.”

“How was I supposed to know sulfuric acid and potassium mixed together was explosive?” I quietly giggle at him. Brex was incredibly good looking with his green eyes, perfect golden tan, and sandy blonde hair, but damn, his looks did nothing for that boy in school.

“That was the whole lesson! You slept through it and tried to finish the lab in ten minutes.” I outburst with a peal of laughter along with my friends much to Brex’s dismay.

Just as we’re settling down, a stotic guard passes by assessing the room. “That's the fourth guard I’ve seen today.” Mumbles Jen, looking down at her plate, pastel purple hair cascading over her face like a shield. Our group goes quiet as the man leisurely strolls past.

“Yeah, what’s up with that? I’ve never seen so many guards here.” Being that we went to school in the Alpha Station, crime really wasn’t an issue. Guards were super chill and there have been days where I haven’t seen any patrolling the Station.

“I’ve heard that something went down with the Griffin’s.” Brext shares. My spoon freezes halfway to my mouth.

I wasn’t super close with Clarke or her family. I knew that her parents did really important work and we would casually chat if we were at the same event, but I wouldn’t classify us as friends. The only common link between us was Wells. He was Clarke’s best friend and he was a close friend of mine. I don’t remember Wells ever mentioning or acting differently the past few times we’ve hung out this week and surely he would say something, right?

“Like?” I pry.

“Beats me. I’ve heard several different rumors like deliberate engineering failure to overthrowing Jaha.”

“Oh my god.” I roll my eyes. All the tension in my body eases, people on this ship have nothing better to do than to start stupid rumors to make their lives more exciting.

“Anyways, so we all cool to skip tomorrow?” Jen changes the subject.

Briar and Brex both nod in agreement.

“Sorry I can’t, I’ve got a meeting with Jaha, kind of like a job shadow thing.” I say offhandedly, like it’s no big deal.

“Oh future Chancellor Y/L/N, I approve!” Briar exclaims.

I giggle at the excited brunette, “No way, I’d be awful! I just can’t narrow down what I what to do after school. I was talking to Wells in History about it one day and the next thing I know Jaha shows up to our pod and offers to help me out.”

“If that were me, I’d be shaking in my space boots. That man has the power to float anyone on the Ark!” Briar shivers. I roll my eyes at her.

“He can’t float people for no reason Bri, and besides he’s over at my house all the time with my parents. I forget he’s there sometimes.” I say fiddling with my orange.

The afternoon quickly wraps up, and I’m walking back to my pod. I need a nap and I need it now. I could barely keep my eyes open for the whole day. I mentally curse myself for staying up reading old romance archives on my tablet. I would swear that I won’t do it again, but I know, my parents know, my friends know that it would be a lie.

I grab a snack from my fridge and plop down on our couch. I turn on some old comedy program archive that I’ve seen a million times before. As I watch the screen I slowly eat my snack and cover up with a blanket.

My tablet is full of readings and homework due and the smart thing to do would be to start it early and get it done, but I know I’ll just wait to finish it in a panic at the last minute.

My parents left a note on the fridge saying that they would be working late and to call in for dinner. For the rest of the night I video call Briar and chat, watch so much bad old reality TV archives, and call in Chinese food and eat way too much of it.

When I look at the clock it reads 11:28 PM, and I know that my parents will probably aren’t coming home tonight. I turn off the living room lights as I walk out and head to my room.

I take a shower, brush my teeth, and get ready for bed. I climb into my comfy sheets, waiting for sleep to come over me. But it never does. I toss and turn, I try listening to soothing music, breathing exercises, and counting sheep.

Do you know how desperate a person has to be to count sheep on the Ark? I’ve never even seen a real sheep before! Then this thought makes me pull out my tablet to find a picture of a sheep, which lead to me reading up on sheep and what they did on Earth.

This whole thing somehow spiraled into me watching old video archives of people making wool shirts by hand. My eyes strain from staring at a screen for so long, I check the time and realize that it’s 1:02 AM.

School is going to be so much fun tomorrow.

I throw my head back before deciding that I can’t stay in my bed any longer. I throw off the covers and head to my kitchen. I grab a glass and hold it under the faucet.

Maybe a walk around the Station would clear my mind. I glance down at my sleep shorts and long tee, my bare face and messy bun would probably scare someone but normally no one is walking around at one in the morning so I decide to chance it.

I slip on a pair of slippers and grab my key. The dimly lit hallway is quiet no sound to be heard except the almost inaudible hum from the Ark keeping us alive.

I pad through the silent halls until I find what I’m looking for. There’s a small sitting nook that looks out at earth not too far from my pod. Whenever I can’t sleep or in need of inspiration, I come here and stare out the window until I feel something.

Earth spins out there, blissfully unaware that some of it inhabitants would soon return to gauge whether or not it’s safe for us to come back. The thought of possibly having a life on earth is terrifying. All I’ve ever known is the Ark but wouldn’t life on earth where you can travel great lengths, play in an actual ocean, sit under a real tree be surreal?

“What are you doing out of your pod?” A voice behind me questions.

I turn to face the voice and pale. First it's a guard and im technically breaking curfew by being out of my pod and secondly it’s the cute guard from Earth Skills I saw today.

“I’m sorry!” I blurt out then start to stupidly sputter an explanation why I was out so late. The handsome guard stands with an amused expression.

He leans over me to look out of the window and my heart stops and falls into my stomach. Then in an instant, it starts up again in double time. He was so close I could smell him. The strong smell of cinnamon and spice surrounds me and I refrain myself from leaning in closer and breathing him in.

He looks out the window, pausing for a moment to take in Earth. Then he straightens out and looks at me again.

“Nice view. I’m Bellamy.” He holds out his hand.

I shakily take it. “Nice to meet you Bellamy, I’m Y/N.” His palm is warm and his long fingers gracefully wrap around mine in a firm and gently shake. “So, Bellamy, am I in trouble?”

He thinks for a moment, “Since you’re the first person I’ve seen on my patrol and considering I don’t see anything hazardous, I’m willing to forget I saw you.” He smiles and I can’t help but smile back.

“You had me worried there for a second, thank you.” I reach up and fix my bun, a single strand falling from it and into my face. I realize that I look like a hot mess in front of a super cute boy for the second time that day.

“Who did you piss off to get this shift?” I ask, pulling my knees into my chest. Bellamy sits down next to me and stretches out his long legs.

“I’m a new recruit. We usually get put on these shifts until we prove ourselves and move up in the ranks.” He explains. I notice the way his freckles move as he speaks and find it adorable.

“My turn. Why are you up so late?”

I rub my arms to keep my hands busy. “I can’t sleep and I don’t know why. It seems like all day today I’ve been dying to close my eyes and then when it comes time to actually sleep, I can’t.”

I shrug my shoulders. Bellamy waits for me to continue, sitting beside me in comfortable silence. “My brain doesn’t seem to want to shut off ever. Every time I close my eyes I have a million thoughts running through my mind. It’s been like this for weeks and I’m afraid it’ll never go away.” I nervously laugh. It seems that the early morning hours have made tired enough to share my feelings with a complete, albeit attractive, stranger.

Bellamy is quiet for a long time, and I start to wonder if I’ve scared him. But before I can crack a joke to try and smooth over the depressing turn this conversation took, he responds.

“I feel that. Ever since I’ve become a guard, it’s like I’m trying to prove to everyone and myself that I deserve. Prove to my family that I can support them, prove to my superiors that I deserve this job, and prove to myself that can handle it all.” His takes on a raw edge, like he’s been tormented with these thoughts for a long time.

I nod, “It’s a lot to keep to yourself, but you also don’t want to burden your friends or family, so you just…” I trail off.

“Keep it to yourself.” He finishes and we lock eyes. It seems like we have a lot more in common than I thought.

I nod again, not trusting myself to speak anymore. We sit beside each other and stare out the small ship window. The sun slowly begins to peak its head from beyond the horizon when I finally begin to feel exhaustion overtake my system.

I feel my eyes flutter and I stretch my neck out to try and become comfortable. My forehead falls forward makes contact with something warm and soft. I’ll rest for five minutes and then I’ll go home, I tell myself.

A hand gently rubs my back, waking me. My eyes lazily open and I yawn. “Hm?”

Bellamy chuckles, I feel his lips press into my temple. “Sorry to wake you, but people are going to start waking up soon and I should get back to my rounds.”

I lift my head up and realize how close we are. I was sleeping on Bellamy’s shoulder! Dear God, what if I said something in my sleep? Did I drool on him?

I can feel my cheeks burn and I quickly stand. Bellamy does the same, his dark head towers over mine.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you. How long was I out?” I straighten my shirt and I don’t dare to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t sweat it, and you were only out for a couple minutes. I’ll walk you back to your pod.”

Not like I can say no to that, I smile and thank him. We quietly make our way through Alpha Station making small talk. I realize that I really enjoyed talking with Bellamy tonight, I confided in him with things that I couldn’t tell my friends or my family. It was nice to not have to put on a face for someone. Disappointment rushes through me when we stop at my door, we’ll probably never do this again.

“Here we are.” I announce, stopping by my pod door. “Thanks again for tonight and walking me back.”

“My pleasure. And, you know, if you ever need to talk again, I mean, you don’t have to come to me I’m just offering, I wouldn’t mind- uh if we…” He stutters, a faint pink blush fills in the apples of his cheeks.

I’m smiling like an idiot watching him try to form a coherent sentence. “Yes?” I press.

He clears his throat. “If you ever need to talk to someone again, I usually have this shift four days out of the week. I liked talking with you tonight.”

My chest does this weird fluttering thing and I try to respond too eager. “I liked talking with you too, Bellamy, thanks. And your offer goes both ways. If you need to talk I’m up late almost every night anyway.”

I unlock my door, I say good night to Bellamy one more time and watch him wave me off before closing the door. I have to be to school in a few short hours, I hope I can get in enough sleep so I can be at least a little bit coherent.

I slide under my covers, and this time it seems like sleep is waiting for me. I blissfully sink into a dreamless sleep. The last things on my mind before I drift off are freckles and dark hair.

#bellamy x reader #bellamy blake #the 100 imagine #the 100 imagines #x reader #imagines #imagine #the 100 #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake imagines #bellamy blake x reader

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canyouhearthelight · 5 years

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The Miys, Ch. 24

The following morning, I slid Arantxa a mug of coffee as she sat next to me with a groan. “How do I feel even more tired than I did when I went to bed last night?” she grumbled before making a valiant attempt to drown herself in the hot beverage.

I raised my matching mug in a silent toast. “I know, right? I couldn’t sleep for anything. I have the big sister of the migraine I went to bed with last night, to boot. I had to ask Miys to get a batch of analgesic patches from medical, which turned out to be a good idea because I am apparently not the only one. Xiomara looked at me like I single-handedly ended world hunger when I told her.”

She grunted before coming up from her coffee for air and a refill. “We are all under a significant amount of stress. Everyone seems a little dazed today, even Councillor Hodenson, if that helps.”

“No way,” I murmured in disbelief, looking around. Sure enough, Grey was standing with their data screen up, but staring off into the distance over it. “I didn’t think anything could get to them. At least I don’t feel as bad knowing they’re rattled, too,” I shook my head, groaning slightly as the pain in it intensified.

I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes until they flew open at the sound of something being set in front of me. “I swear, for someone who likes to cook so much, you sure forget to eat an awful lot,” the familiar voice of Zach Khan trickled in my ear as I stared at a plate of scrambled eggs piled high and topped with salsa and cheese. “Your sister said your favorite breakfast is huevos rancheros, but this is the best I could do with what they brought in.”

Pushing down the rolling nausea in my stomach, I took a tentative bite. As much as I knew he was right, migraines always made me sick. I just reminded myself that dry-heaving was worse than throwing up and forced myself to swallow. “And everyone calls me a mother hen,” I tried to joke. “Thanks, Zach.”

“No prob,” he waved off. “I already took something to Derek and Tyche. She said she thinks she’s coming down with something at the worst possible time, so she asked me bring you something to eat while she tries to cool off in the shower. I would have grabbed you something, too, but I didn’t know what,” the last part was directed at my friend, who was showing heretofore unknown talent in chugging scalding beverages at this point.

She paused long enough to shake her head. “I don’t eat breakfast, but thank you. Once I am more awake, I will find something, I promise.”

After throwing a scowl at her for not eating something, I turned back to Zach. “What are you even doing up already?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Plus, someone had to be on hand to set up the headsets for the drone pilots. They’re pretty bootstrap since our host had nothing like them on hand, but we’ve got them working. The pilots report some nausea and dizziness from prolonged use, but that’s pretty standard with prolonged VR use, which is essentially what we’ve got them doing. Pranav was going to ask Derek to take a look at them, but Maverick and I pretty much put the kibosh on that until he’s recovered from yesterday.”

“How’s he doing?” I asked, worried.

“Eh, he ate, so that’s good. I took him as much water as I could carry, and he’s holed up in the farthest corner of one of the sleeping areas, spoiling your cat. Conor brought up some of his modelling clay, so he’s got that, Mac, and a few ice packs.” A huge wait I wasn’t previously aware of fell off my chest at the information.

Arantxa’s face made a sudden appearance from her fourth – fifth? – cup of coffee. “Conor was here?” she asked excitedly.

As I smothered a grin, Zach shook his head. “Negative. He was on Level Three, where Miys met him to pick up the clay. Security is still super tight until we find out who or what caused the sensor damage.”

My poor, lovesick friend deflated at the news, and I was torn between laughing and crying to see how much she missed our friendly giant. “We were supposed to have a date, today,” she grumbled.

“Nuh uh!” I cried, echoed by Zach’s “No way!”

She nodded. “We were going to visit BioLab 2, and he was going to teach me to swim.”

“Uh, Rants, you already know how to swim,” I pointed out.

“He doesn’t know that,” she declared imperiously. “It was the best I could do, since I have absolutely no help.” The last was accompanied by a playful glare.

“Wait wait wait,” Zach held up his hands. “Did Conor know this was supposed to be a date? Deets! I need deets!”

“Are you going to give me dating advice?” she asked eagerly.

“Who? ME!?” he pointed at himself. “You’ve got to be kidding. I’m pining over the Ace Ace over there, which is the dumbest thing ever for a bisexual horndog, so I’m the worst person to ask for advice.”

“Are all bisexuals disasters?” she asked skeptically.

“Yes,” Zach and I replied in unison before glancing at each other and laughing.

I had to stop when the small man in my head found a bigger hammer to pound my skull with. “Ugh, I need to wait until my pain meds kick in before I have the rest of this conversation. Y’all have fun, though,” I waved at them as I stood.

“No, no, nope,” the programmer gently pushed me back in my chair. “Tyche and Derek both insisted you eat all that before I let you out of my sight. We’ll change the subject, but you have to eat.”

“All of it?” I asked with horror before looking down at my plate. A mountain of eggs stared back at me.

“Four ounces of eggs, one ounce of cheese, an ounce of salsa. Roughly two hundred calories, Tyche’s orders. And she scares me more than you do – I’m pretty sure she actually could kill me with one eyebrow – so you gotta eat that.”

I grumbled and started forcing down the eggs as Arantxa continued her impressive performance at breathing coffee and Zach filled us in on everything that happened while we were asleep. I only understood about a quarter of what he said, just enough to understand that we were in orbit around one of Eenie’s moons, and in ten hours would be moving to the next for additional materials. Also, lunch would apparently be vegetarian. Finally, I finished my eggs (much to Zach’s relief) and was free to hunt down Xiomara and another analgesic patch while I waited for my food to settle and coffee to kick in.

When I found her, in the same place I left her the night before, she didn’t seem to be in any better shape than I was. She sighed gratefully at the sight of the coffee I brought her – a near repeat of the night before – before taking in the pinched look I knew sat around my eyes and just asking “Stress?”

“Yup,” I confirmed. “But life carries on, I’ll be okay once everything calms down.”

“I know the feeling,” she sighed after a sip of coffee. “Unfortunately, it’s ‘hurry up and wait’ right now. All the pilots other than Maverick and Evan are taking turns piloting drones while those two crash until further notice.”

“Short notice,” I observed as I gestured to where Maverick was hovering around the jury-rigged controls to the Ark.

Xiomara groaned. “He has decided the Ark is his ‘baby’ and doesn’t want anyone to even come close to the controls until the sensors are fixed and the Miys take back over.” A brief scowl was shot in his direction before she took another swig of steaming caffeine. She made a remarkably good impression of Mac’s look of satisfaction as she enjoyed her coffee.

“Have you had a chance to talk to Pranav about the sensors?” I asked, hoping she would understand what I meant.

“Mmm,” she hummed enthusiastically. “Yes, I have. Two of the pilots on file are currently in genetic surgery bays, about halfway through treatment. The other ten, we’re looking into alibis. There’s an incredible amount of metadata collected by the systems, so Pranav is personally going through that. It’ll take a few days, but we want to be completely clear rather than chasing rabbits.”

“If there’s so much data, how do we not know who destroyed the back up sensors,” I asked quietly, mostly thinking out loud.

“Temporary systemic blackouts from all common areas to the location of the sensors,” she muttered unhappily. “Tracing that is Zach’s next job, and once Mr. Okafor is recovered and has checked the VR rigs, we’re hoping he can take over as primary.”

“Normally, I would be incredibly defensive at the idea of Derek being expected to do so much, but honestly I don’t know how anyone will be able to stop him once he finds out that someone played jiggery-pokery in his playground. He’ll do it anyway, so I’m glad he’s at least allowed to this time.” When she raised an eyebrow at me in question, I waved her off. “Nothing major. He may have hacked the medical database to make sure the evergreens that Conor Mac Maoilir decided to spread all over the ship for winter holidays wouldn’t mess with people’s allergies? He was grounded from my cat for a week, and I made him fix the security weakness, I swear!” I explained hastily when she gaped in horror.

“You are telling me a seventeen-year-old hacked an alien data system for a medical bay that we have no training for, just to make sure a bunch over oversized shrubs wouldn’t make anyone sneeze!?” She demanded.

“Like I said, he fixed it?” I responded sheepishly. “To be fair, that’s part of the reason Pranav trusts his skills so much. Every programmer and network security specialist on this ship, including Noah, can’t figure out how to keep him out of literally anything. Fortunately, he generally does it just to see if he can, or because he’s looking for something very specific. Since he isn’t hurting anyone, and actually usually does it to avoid hurting people, it’s really difficult to convince him not to do it.”

She just shook her head. “Good thing he’s a good kid. That’s… it would be horrifying if it wasn’t just incredible.”

“Right?” I asked in agreement. “On another topic, how’s Grey holding up? I saw them just staring into space earlier, which is unusual.”

“Grey is unusual in general,” she shrugged. “People are more your thing than mine. Why don’t you go check on our fellow Councillor, and I’ll ride herd on the pilots?”

I smirked before I could stop myself. “Coward,” I accused in a teasing tone.

“People shooting at me, piloting in wild new frontiers, I’m good. People? Not so much,” she shrugged. “That’s why I’m Safety and Security, and you’re People.”

“Human Resources and Social Engagement,” I scowled.

“Right. People. Go people at Grey, see if they’re okay,” she shooed. Softer, she tilted her head. “Seriously. This is pretty much their show right now, so we really need them to be okay.”

I took a deep breath before nodding. The second painkiller patch had made a significant dent in my migraine, downgrading it all the way to a screaming headache. I could work with that. I’d worked with worse. “If I’m not back in two hours, send Noah. Or my sister, if she’s feeling better.”

Grey startled as I gently touched their elbow. “Grey. I’m sorry for touching you – I know you don’t like it – but I’ve called your name ten times. I even tried waving my hands in front of you. Are you okay?”

They shook their head like they were waking up before pushing their glasses up. “My apologies, Councillor Reid. I have had difficulty focusing today. My assurances that I will endeavor to correct this.”

“Whoa,” I stood back, alarmed. “Grey. Since when do you call me ‘Councillor’? And you never have difficulty focusing. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am only distracted, I promise. I admit I am distressed by the lack of materials for repairing the sensors. The drones are bringing in a satisfying amount of elements to replenish what we have used by being on board, but less than a tenth of what we need for the sensors. It is frustrating that we have no data we can use to narrow our search to only locations that would yield what we need.”

“So, what do we need?” I asked, happy to play rubber duck if it would assist my friend.

“Silica, mostly, for the necessary optical fibers. Iron, aluminum, gold or at least silver for plating and wires,” they rubbed their eyes tiredly before replacing their ever-present glasses.

“Okay, that makes sense,” I nodded. I was mildly concerned that I actually understood the majority of what they were saying. “So what are we not locating?”

“Iron,” Grey replied. “This particular moon is very iron poor, it turns out.”

“Iron,” I repeated. “Wasn’t Mars iron rich? That’s why it was red, right?”

“Correct, but atmospheric neon would also cause a planet or moon to be red if the atmosphere was charged.”

“Still, it narrows down the search, so that may help,” I pointed out. “What else?”

“Aluminum, and before you ask, aluminum does not have a distinct color that is observable from atmosphere,” they glanced at me knowingly. “It is white or grey, and in cases where it is found in the form of bauxite, it is blue or green. Several minerals and atmospheric gases create the same color. Additionally, it would take significant concentrations to cause it to be visible from orbit.”

I shrugged. “Worth a try. So, next question: What can you do, right now, to improve any of this?”

They let out the most defeated sigh I think I ever heard. “Honestly, nothing. All I am doing is worrying. I feel there is something that I am missing.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t sound like it to me,” I assured them. “Have any of your researchers come up with any other ideas?”

“They have not,” Grey conceded.

I smiled. “In that case, ask Miys for something to help you sleep – I know you don’t like medication, but you’re exhausted,” I cut off their rebuttal. “Even the finest computer needs to turn off sometimes. And you are decidedly not a computer, so you need rest even more.”

They blinked at me owlishly. “Is this what Councillor Kalloe refers to as you being a ‘mother hen’?”

“Bingo,” I winked. “You get used to it, I promise. Now go. Sleep.”

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