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hd-junglebook · 1 month

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This part may suck BUT I am slowly trying to get back into the story so skim through this and don't be mean.

You stared up at the endless blue sky, watching the clouds slowly drift by as the earth continued its endless orbit. The faint smell of burning metal filled your nose as a gentle breeze ruffled your hair. ‘I wonder if they'll ever find us down here,’ you thought, your hopes fading with each passing minute.

Around you, the search party members shouted to one another, their voices echoing off the mountainsides as they frantically pushed aside debris.

‘She can’t be dead. She hated me but she would never leave me like this. Why did I have to try to prove myself? Please come back...please,’ you silently pleaded, even as your weary body begged for rest.

Clarke mirrored your determined attitude, the dark circles on her face were more prominent in the bright sun while she meticulously scoured the debris strewn across the mountain.

Every step brought you closer to Clarke, her gaze fixed on some viscous liquid oozing from a ruptured container amidst the rubble.

"Clarke," you called out softly, she turned to face you reluctantly meeting your gaze. "What’s wrong?" you asked, your curiosity piqued by the sight before you.

Without a word, Clarke gestured toward the oozing liquid, her expression troubled. You followed her gaze, crouching down as you took in the scene before you. The pink liquid dripping to the ground, its pungent odor assaulted your senses, causing you to recoil instinctively.

Suddenly, Clarke's voice shattered the tense silence, her cry of "Oh!" echoing through the desolate landscape. Raven reacted swiftly, sprinting up the slope to join you both.

Her eyes were wide with concern as she assessed the situation, her sharp mind already racing to decipher the cause of Clarke's distress.

"Y/n, stop! Get away from there" Raven shouted as she reached your side. You both turned to Raven, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Rocket fuel?" Clarke questioned.

Raven nodded grimly, her features drawn tight with concern. "Hydrazine... Highly unstable in its non-solid form. If this stuff meets fire, we're all pink mist."

“Suddenly I don’t think that would be too bad.” You started, recovering from your crouched position beside Clarke. She shot you a sideways glance. "Are you serious?" Raven huffed with disbelief as she struggled to comprehend your words.

"Watch this," Raven declared as she reached for a nearby object. “Fire in the hole!” You and Clarke ducked for cover as Raven hurled it toward the pink liquid with a swift toss, the impact causing a small explosion that sent debris flying in all directions.

The explosion was deafening, and the heat was intense, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the rocket fuel burned away.

Bellamy's commanding voice reached your ears, “We move in formation, no straggling, weapons hot. We've got to get back before dark," he bellowed like a clarion call to action.

Without hesitation, the group began to fall in line, their movements synchronized and purposeful as they prepared to venture back into the woods. You remained rooted to the spot for a moment longer, your eyes scanning the debris-strewn landscape one final time.

As you lingered amidst the wreckage, lost in thought, you felt a presence at your side. Bellamy had come up beside you, "that means you too, Hestia," he remarked, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of affection.

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname. "Just taking one last look," you replied, turning to face him. His soft eyes met yours, filled with warmth.

"We'll find her," he said, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. "But not if you work yourself to exhaustion. Come on, let's head back." You nodded, allowing him to guide you away from the wreckage.

His hand dropped to the small of your back. He was right - you had been pushing yourself too hard. But you wouldn't stop looking until your mother was found.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you silently made that promise once more. Bellamy's hand pressed more firmly against you, as if he had heard your unspoken words.

…

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you pushed your way through the throng of people. The air hung heavy with the oppressive heat of the sun, the stench of sweat and dirt permeating your nostrils. Bellamy walked ahead of the group, shoulders tense and his head held high while the rest of the group trailed behind.

As you approached the gate, the commotion grew louder, the voices rising in pitch with each step you took. The gate creaked open with a deafening squeal, and Octavia emerged, her eyes wide with fear.

She swallowed thickly before rushing forward, “Bellamy...” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

You pushed your way towards the front where Clarke and Bellamy stood, “Octavia whats wrong?” you demanded. The three of you shared a look as everyone waited for her to speak. “We found something bell. Its in the dropship.”

With that, Octavia turned and headed back inside, guiding the three of you into the ship. The camp's stragglers dispersed around the perimeter, their voices fading into the distance. You followed closely behind Octavia as she ascended the metal ramp, the sound of her heavy footsteps echoing through the cavernous interior.

Once you reached the top, Octavia pushed back the plastic tarp covering the entrance, your breath caught in your throat at the sight that met your eyes.

John Murphy lay slumped against a wall, his once-blond hair matted with dried blood. His eyes were closed, his face covered in an excessive amount of cuts and dirt.

You and Octavia exchanged a grim look. Murphy had always been a thorn in everyone's side, but he didn't deserve this. “Everyone but Connor and Derek out... Now!" Bellamy emphasized

"We caught him trying to sneak back into camp," Connor stated, his voice low but firm, eyes narrowed as he assessed Murphy's reaction.

Murphy's jaw clenched, his gaze flickering briefly towards Bellamy before returning to Connor. "I wasn't sneaking," he retorted, his tone sharp with frustration. "I was running from the Grounders."

Bellamy, arms crossed over his chest, stepped forward, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Anyone see Grounders?" he questioned, his voice a blend of skepticism and curiosity.

Connor shook his head, his eyes darting around the cramped space of the dropship as if searching for any sign of the elusive enemy.

"Well, in that case--" Bellamy began, lifting his rifle at Murphy before you began to panic, placing yourself between Bellamy and Murphy.

Your gaze flickered nervously between the two men, uncertainty clouding your features as you struggled to find the words to intervene.

Murphy's fate hung in the balance, and though you knew his actions had been reckless and foolish, there was a nagging voice in the back of your mind urging you to spare him.

"Wait," you interjected, your hands trembled at your sides, fingers curling into fists as you searched desperately for a reason, any reason, to convince Bellamy to show mercy. Bellamy's gaze softened slightly; his expression thoughtful as he considered your words.

"We were clear what would happen if he came back," Bellamy reiterated, his tone firm, uncompromising.

You took a shaky breath, summoning all your courage as you spoke, your voice steadier now, but still laced with uncertainty. "We... we don't know the full story," you ventured, your words hesitant but earnest. "Maybe... maybe there's more to it than we realize."

Clarke's voice sliced through the tension that had settled over the group like a sharp blade. "No," she declared, Clarke stood tall, her stance resolute, her eyes locking with Bellamy's in a silent challenge. "Y/n is right."

The soft glow of the flickering firelight illuminated her features, casting a warm, golden hue across her determined expression.

Bellamy's jaw tensed, his gaze bore into hers, as he bristled at Clarke's assertion. "Like hell he is," he retorted, his tone laced with frustration. "Clarke, think about Charlotte."

You couldn't stay silent, not when the memory of Wells's death still lingered like a specter in the shadows of their minds. "We are thinking about Charlotte," you interjected, your voice cutting through the charged atmosphere with a bitter edge. "Or did you forget what she did to Wells?"

Clarke knelt down beside him, her fingers grasping Murphys hand, she flexed It back and forth. “He's not lying,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him."

Bellamy hesitated, torn between his sense of duty and the gnawing doubt that tugged at his conscience. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he relented, his shoulders slumping in reluctant agreement.

"Fine," he conceded, his voice heavy with resignation. "But if this goes wrong, it's on you." His gaze flickered toward Murphy, lingering for a moment before shifting back to Clarke and you.

…

“You need to practice shooting, Y/n. After yesterday, we can’t take any more chances with these grounders,” Bellamy insisted.

“And what if I don’t want to?” you challenged, a hint of defiance in your voice.

“I wasn’t giving you a choice,” he replied back just as fast, his words leaving no room for argument. You hid your giddy smile behind your hand as you followed Bellamy and the group to the makeshift shooting practice area.

Miller and Monroe lined up the empty ration cans, preparing for the practice. Clarke strutted over to join the group, picking up a gun and readying herself for the competition.

Sensing the competitive energy in the air, you accepted the challenge without a thought.

"On the count of three, I want you guys to start," Bellamy announced, his voice cutting through the chatter. You nodded in reply, feeling the weight of the rifle against your shoulder as you lined up your shot.

“One, two... three,” Bellamy counted, and with precision, you fired at the first tin. It flew back off the log with a satisfying thud to the ground.

Swiftly, you moved on to the next target, hearing Clarke finish her second shot. You took aim at the third can, your senses heightened as adrenaline surged through your veins.

Two shots sounded in quick succession, echoing through the clearing. Both you and Clarke hit the targets with pristine accuracy. The group cheered in approval. “Who needs men when you have us?” You joked to Clarke, gaining a big smile from her for the first time today.

shouts and cries rang out from the perimeter. "Clarke! Where's Clarke?" Connor's voice, hoarse with desperation, his words punctuated by fits of coughing. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

Clarke's brow furrowed in concern as she moved towards his voice, "Connor?"

"It won't stop," Connor's voice drifted through the air, strained and ragged, each word punctuated by the gut-wrenching sound of his coughs.

"Clarke! What's happening?" Raven's voice joined the chorus of cries, her tone frantic with worry. Your breath caught in your throat as you witnessed the sight that greeted Clarke's eyes.

Horror washed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf you in its icy grip. "Oh, my God, Clarke, your eyes," you gasped, the words tumbling from your lips in a hushed whisper.

You moved instinctively to approach her, to offer whatever comfort and support you could in the face of such a devastating revelation. But Clarke's hand shot out, a silent barrier that pushed you and Raven away with unexpected force.

Her eyes, once bright and vibrant, now held a haunted emptiness that sent a shiver down your spine. The color seemed to have drained from them, leaving behind only a dull, lifeless gaze that spoke volumes of the horrors she had witnessed.

…

Clarke's hurried footsteps echoed against the metal floor of the dropship as she entered, her senses on high alert, her eyes scanning the room with an intensity that made your heart race. You followed closely behind, the weight of worry pressing down on you like a leaden cloak.

Murphy's presence loomed in the corner of the room, his figure tense and apprehensive as he attempted to blend into the shadows, a futile effort to evade Clarke's keen gaze. The air crackled with tension as she approached him.

"Murphy, hey, look at me," Clarke's voice was soft yet firm, cutting through the silence like a knife. She reached out, her hand gently gripping his shoulder as she sought to anchor him in the midst of his mounting panic.

Murphy's gaze flickered nervously, his muscles tensing beneath her touch as he met her unwavering stare. "I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the Grounders," Clarke continued, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her. "What happened?"

Murphy swallowed hard, shifting his weight uneasily. "I don't know," he admitted, his words coming out in a rush as if he were desperate to convince her of his innocence. "I woke up, and they forgot to lock my cage. There was no one there, so I took off."

Clarke's brow furrowed in confusion, a hint of skepticism creeping into her expression as she processed Murphy's explanation. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to shift and blur before her eyes, leaving her grasping at fragments of truth in a sea of uncertainty.

"Bellamy, stay back," you urged, your voice tinged with urgency as you moved to position yourself between him and the infected. Bellamy's brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze flickering between you and Murphy as he struggled to make sense of the situation. "Did he do something to you?" he questioned, gripping the rifle tighter in his hands.

You shook your head. "What the hell is this?" Bellamy demanded, his tone edged with frustration as he glared at Clarke, searching for answers in the depths of her haunted gaze.

"Biological warfare," Clarke stated, wiping her hands down her face in distress. “You were waiting for the Grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy is the weapon." Bellamy's eyes widened in disbelief, the realization seemed to hit him like a physical blow, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Clarke's revelation settled over the dropship like a suffocating blanket, a heavy silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the sound of their ragged breathing.

Suddenly, the world seemed to blur around you, the edges of your vision blurring as if obscured by a thick fog. Your senses swam in a dizzying whirlpool, the world tilting precariously on its axis as you struggled to maintain your balance.

A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, tracing a path down your flushed cheeks as the heat of the moment pressed in upon you like a tangible force. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your chest rising and falling with each shaky inhale.

With trembling limbs, you moved away from the group, climbing the narrow ladder of the dropship's interior. Your breath came in ragged gasps, the air thin and suffocating as you ascended to the third floor. Finally reaching the top, you stumbled into the cramped space of the third floor, the dim light casting long shadows across the metal floor.

Alone at last, the tears flowing freely from your eyes as you collapsed to the floor. Your knees cracked uncomfortably beneath the weight of your body. The tears mingled with the blood that trickled from your eyes.

you let out a choked sob, the sound echoing in the empty space around you. The tears continued to fall, unchecked and unbidden, as you surrendered to the overwhelming despair that threatened to engulf you.

"Will you stop crying?" it scoffed, dripping with disdain. Your eyes snapped open, scanning the empty expanse of the room in search of the face behind the voice.

But there was nobody there, just the echo of the words hanging in the air like a ghostly whisper. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you shook your head, trying to dispel the illusion that had taken hold of your mind.

A sudden weight settled on your shoulder, causing you to gasp in surprise. A hand, firm yet comforting, pressed against your trembling form.

Slowly, you turned your head, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to face the unknown presence behind you. And there, standing before you, was Diana Sydney, your mother.

The sight of her sent a jolt of shock through your system. Her hair was no longer the blonde that you once envied, once a shimmering cascade of blonde, was now charred and matted, wisps of smoke still clinging to the strands.

And her skin, once flawless and porcelain, was marred by angry red burns accompanied by the smell of char.

“Mom.” you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached out tentatively, as if afraid she would vanish into thin air at the slightest touch. For a moment, you simply stared at each other, the silence between you heavy with unspoken emotions.

The sudden sharpness of the voice shattered the fragile moment like glass, snapping you back to reality. "Do you ever shut up, y/n?"

"No," you replied. "I don't."

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lexa-griffins · 4 months

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Mirror sex so Lexa is forced to watch herself being split open and spread as she takes Clarke's knot 🥵

Staring at herself fully nude, her tan skin now adorned with bites and purple bruises as she trembles with something between fear and excitement.

Sitting on Clarke's lap, legs secured opened by Clarke's arms, the sharp nail of hands digging into her thighs, certain to draw blood if she firms up her grasp.

Clarke's dick up and proud, covering her cunt for now as she relays to Lexa how it will feel inside of her, how good Lexa is gonna make her feel, how Clarke hopes she doesn't break such a pretty toy. Like this Lexa can see just how deep Clarke's dick can go, how the girth of it looks impossible to take, the knot at the base of it looking as delicious as it looks mortifying.

Lexa watches and she feels it. Clarke demands her not to close her eyes with a stern voice, immediately soothing the slight fear it brings out in Lexa with a kiss on her shoulder, sharp teeth dragging on it.

It is as big as it looks, as difficult as it looks, as delicious as it looks. Far too much all at once and Lexa feels like she might die faster if Clarke doesn't bury herself inside than is she does. Looking at herself taking it, watching Clarke's cock disappear inside of her cunt inch by inch feels impossible, a magic trick or an illusion of some sort. It should not be humanely possible and yet she sees herself being split open and god if she doesn't feel it too.

The knot stops Clarke's movements, tongue licking behind Lexa's earlobe to sooth any pain, whispered moans into her ear that make Lexa clutch around her dick and in return make Clarke moan louder and heavier, letting Lexa know just how good she's doing.

"It might hurt." Clarke warns. Not as a question if Lexa wsnts to stop, a simple warning so Lexa is aware.

"Break me for all I care." Lexa manages to let out, hoarse and with a hint of sass, making Clarke chuckle and kiss her jaw, leaving a bite in her wake.

It enter her all at once and Lexa's eyes open wide at the vision in the mirror of it entering her so quickly, locking them in place. She’s not sure how many times between the time Clarke's tip entered her and now she has cum but this is the first one that makes her legs fight against Clarke's hands, wanting to close herself up and make sure Clarke never leaves.

She manages to do so, a scratch that bleeds immediate on her tight as she forces her leg away from Clarke's claws. A growl in her ear as her fearing for a severe punishment, but Clarke does nothing more than kiss her and lock her arm underneath Lexa's knees, legs forced up. In the mirror, Lexa can now see just Clarke's knot looked inside of her.

"Hold on tight pet, I'm not going anywhere."

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #😳 oh to be Lexa #i did generic monster clarke that probably on the wolf side the rest is up to your guys' imagination 😂

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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The 100 Masterlist

Hell is Empty - AU

Raven Reyes

Seventeen Sweater Weather (Sea Mechanic x Reader)

Anya Kom Trikru

Anya's Sky Girl Wasted Youth - Modern!AU Protective Family - Griffin!Sister!Reader Snow - S1-S2!AU Home - Modern!AU Wanna Be Missed - Modern!AU Can You Hold Me - Modern!AU Still Into You - Modern/University!AU

Luna Kom Floukru

Boat Girl - Modern!AU Sweater Weather (Sea Mechanic x Reader)

Octavia Blake

Butterfly Girl - Octavia Blake xFem!Reader Second Children - Octavia Blake x Finn Collins!Sister!Reader Soulmate au New Beginnings

Domestic Life Modern!University!Au - Lexa kom Trikru x reader x Clarke Griffin

Lexa Kom Trikru

Sister Responsibilities - Lexa kom Trikru x Octavia Blake Twin!Sister!Reader

Injuries - Lexa kom Trikru x fem!reader

#the 100 x reader #the 100 imagine #raven reyes x reader #anya kom trikru x reader #octavia blake x reader #lexa kom trikru x reader #luna kom floukru x reader

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rockstarhaechan · 4 months

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requesting for a jaemin moodboard for a delulu stan like me ☝️☝️

just for you my lovely lexa, just for you <3 jaemin mood board 🥳

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct icons #nct u #nct imagines #rockstarhaechan #nct lockscreens #nct moodboard #nctinc #jaemin #na jaemin #nct dream jaemin #nct jaemin #mood board #my lovely lexa ❤️

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gayforoctaviablake · 1 year

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Not gonna lie, I'd take the chip to the city of light in a fkin heartbeat.

"how's your arthritis"

Gone bitch

"hey how do you feel about (insert person who led me on for 3 YEARS)"

Blissfully, WHO?

#john murphy #the 100 #the 100 bellamy #the 100 john murphy #the 100 x reader #octavia blake #jadper jordan #monty green #clarke x lexa #lexa imagine #the 100 season 3 #city of light #clarke griffin #bellamy x reader #the 100 bellamy blake #John Murphy the 100

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s1ater · 2 years

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spiraling.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

about. bellamy saves your ass, again.

warnings. foul language, murder

ricky rocks. follow me lol, i’m cool

“what’s wrong?” you were drawn away from your thoughts, glancing to raven. her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel of the rover while looking to you in a slightly anxious manner. “you haven’t spoken the whole ride.”

kane had gotten a call about twenty minutes ago about there being a breach and half the guard team was already gone. there was no one to cover the call except you.

“i got this,” you were already slinging on your guard jacket before kane could say anything, he had never intended on you hearing the beep in but there you were with your eager eyes and ease dropping ears.

he frowned, shaking his head, “no, it’s too dangerous out there.”

you looked at kane dumbfounded, your frown curving deeper into your cheeks making you look older and increasing the darkness within your features, “i can handle myself out there.”

he knew you could, he wasn’t worry about that. kane was more concerned about reasons he wasn’t about to speak aloud, especially to your face in fear of risking setting you off.

“you’re not going.”

“kane,” you gave him a pointed look, shoving your gun in the loop of your belt. you continued to defy him, causing his stomach to wrench up, he didn’t want to yell at you. “i can handle myself out there.”

“if you go,” he began to slowly cave from his original statement, leaning against the metal table separating the two of you, “i want someone out there with you.”

“bellamy isn’t here.”

bellamy was always your scout partner when either one of you were sent out of arkadia to scope out whatever needed to be scoped out. both of you would have been well enough without one another but it was always nice to have company, especially company like bellamy’s.

“you’re going with me, sweetheart,” raven appeared out of nowhere, patting your back as she begun to climb in the driver seat of the rover with a slight struggle due to her leg.

you almost resisted the urge to clench your jaw too hard. you loved raven but you would have really preferred to take this trip alone, especially after what had happened last time; you were with miller, completely throwing you off due to him having a completely different style when it came to scouting arkadia outer grounds than bellamy.

bad things happened.

“bellamy?” you had turned head rather fast, now holding eye contact with the hazel eyed girl, her nervousness had eased off as if coming to the conclusion to your quietness.

“what?” “you'd rather be with bellamy, right?” “i’d rather be by myself,” you grumbled, sulking deeper into the passenger seat. you felt guilty for doing so, raven had nothing to do with your own problems but you really would rather be alone with how everyone had been treating you recently.

“too bad.”

once you had arrived upon the breach you had gotten out of the car rather fast with your hand clutching the hand gun looped with your belt tightly, making it hard for raven to keep up, seeing the determination within your steps.

“slow down, cowgirl,” she yelled after you, almost tripping multiple times as she tried to increase her pace. “there’s no rush.”

“this is ice nations sector, reyes,” you called back, “there is no time to slow down.”

you broke through a large section of trees and branches soon revealing a scene that took you by surprise. it made you raise your gun just as quick as you had gasped.. and soon raven ended up in the same position of surprisal.

before the two of you, bellamy and octavia were knocked out propped up against a tree tied together while a man who’s face was painted white pointed his staff toward you in threat. you kept your composure at the sight with your gun still held in height of his head.

“don’t shoot.”

“you’re not helping.”

“y/n, don’t. don’t do something dumb,” her voice rang through your ears and you suddenly felt hot and your head felt light with pressure spiking, making the rest of your body feel numb. “y/n?”

“reyes, go.”

“you’re about to do something you’re going to regret.”

your vision cleared and became leveled with a man from trikru. his smile was strange and split and made your head spin with uncomfortableness.

he had you surrounded. you and miller.

“you’re not going to shoot me.”

“try me,” you narrowed your brows as you looked between him and to the men next to him, as you were sure miller was doing the same but to the men he was facing. the two of you were back to back, guns raised high in defense.

“we don’t mean any harm,” miller’s voice butts in and he tries to reason as his voice calls to the man you were talking to. you clenched your jaw, miller was almost making you both look foolish. “just let us go.”

“oh i’ll let you go. it’s her that’s gotta stay.”

“i’ll shoot you.”

“those are some powerful words,” he shifts towards you and you’re quick to cock the gun. he flinches but smiles as he still makes small movements toward you till you just… shot him, setting off a chain reaction of the rest of the men launching toward you.

and bang, bang, bang—three more bodies dead on the ground with your simple aim and no hesitation.

miller only injured the other two with a look on his face that you wouldn’t forget. he looked at you with an almost petrified expression—one that read he couldn’t believe what you had just done.

“we need to go.”

you were being shaken lightly until your eyes pealed open fast, meeting the feeling of bellamy’s hand lightly holding your face with an urgent look on his own, looking all around before back to your face, “c’mon, get up, kid. we’ve got to go.”

he pulls you to your feet fast where raven and octavia are already hauling it to the rover and the man from ice nation laid on the ground, dead.

“please tell me that wasn’t me.”

“don’t worry,” bellamy gripped your arm while pushing you to go faster toward the rover. right before the man knocked octavia and him out, it wasn’t just him, there was at least two more. they must have gone scavenging, leaving that man to himself, which in hindsight wasn’t smart at all to leave one against two.

“you passed out,” raven looked back to you from her position in the drivers seat. “i think you’re under a lot of stress.”

no kidding.

you glanced to bellamy who was already looking to you and you half expected him to lecture you, like he always did, especially with the look on his face. he was always so adamant with keeping yourself stable, to take breaks, and make sure you were always alright—especially when situations got tough. but right now he didn’t, he kept his mouth shut.

you and bellamy were very similar. he knew it too and it scared him, because he didn’t want any of the things that ran through his mind, going through your own. you were both very self destructive and that wasn’t something he realized until mount weather—a point in time where he learned a lot about you.

“what’re we going to do?” octavia looked to raven who was still breathless, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

she could barely think straight without her mind straying to ten minutes before, “we go to kane, we tell him what happened and we continue on with our day. this isn’t the first time irrational decisions have gotten the best of us.”

she resisted looking at you, but she didn’t have to in order for you to know she was halfway referring to you.

you tipped your head back in despair, wishing you could redo the past month.

* *

“explain to me how a scouting mission ends up with someone dead,” you bit your tongue, already feeling a harsh lecture coming as kane stared at raven gingerly who was barely keeping her composure. she was very fiery whenever it came to discussions like this and defending her own, but the dead body must have thrown her off.

“listen, bellamy and octavia were both in danger-“

“doesn’t give us a right to kill ice nation’s people. our pact with them is barely hanging on by a thread.”

“we didn’t mean for this to happen, kane,” you spoke, defending raven from the rouse he was pressuring her with, but you instantly regretted it when he looks to you, like he hadn’t even noticed you yet.

“you killed four grounders, y/n. you understand that right? and now you go and kill someone apart of ice nation. do you understand what that does to us?” kane’s expression and words catch you off gaurd and causes your chest to tighten. he was never someone you expected to be so jarring. he had been giving you the benefit of the doubt for the past month, so seeing him snap so fast took you aback. “you’ve become unhinged. you don’t think straight anymore.”

“she didn’t kill him,” bellamy takes a step in front of you out of instinct.

“then who did?” he raises his voice, “because i’m looking between all four of you right now and only one of you is coming out as a valid option.”

“it was all three of us,” octavia speaks, “y/n, got knocked out before she could do anything. like you said, she hasn’t been thinking straight lately because she’s been under a lot of pressure.”

you could tell kane didn’t believe a word she said by the way he paused, clenching his jaw. it was looking like they were only trying to cover for you right now, and you couldn’t blame him.

“i can’t deal with this right now, we’ll talk about this later.”

* *

“he’s going to kick me from camp.”

you sat on bellamy’s bed as he begun to change from his disoriented attire from earlier that day. after abby had patched him up from the gash he had on the side of his head and made sure you were still doing alright, you both begun to talk about the past month, essentially leading back to kane.

you felt you hadn’t seen bellamy in forever, and it was practically true due to kane setting you both up with different guard partners and assigning you both to tasks at different times for the past five weeks. hence, how you got mixed up with miller in the first place.

it was almost as if it was purposeful…

“he’s not going to kick you from camp.”

“he has no reason not to.”

“y/n, why would he?”

“i killed people, bellamy,” you looked at him, dumbfounded. “for no reason.”

“for good reason,” he corrected you, now kneeling before you. “kane is under a lot of pressure right now, and what happened to you didn’t help. he’s worried about a lot of things, and he doesn’t want to worry about you.”

“he said i’m unhinged.”

“we all are,” he squeezed your knee, getting back to his feet. “you need to stop worrying. you did nothing wrong today.”

“what do you think he’s going to say later?” you questioned.

“stop worrying, princess,” he gave you a pointed look. “what’s the worse that can happen?”

* *

“i don’t want either of you to be partners, you’re both bad for each other. i’ve realized that now for the past two months,” kane folded his hands, delivering the worse news before you and bellamy. “y/n, i was in between full suspension and five week suspension from your position, it’s up to you.”

you looked a kane with narrowed brows, completely dumbfounded and not knowing what to say. you should have seen it coming, he had been preparing the two of you for this by scheduling you both different times and you felt like a fool for not realizing it till now.

“kane, that is irrational,” bellamy shook his head, “we’re both your best and you’re going to risk it over her messing up once. i can hardly see how we’re bad for each other, when we get things done better than any one else on the guard.”

“once is enough.”

you frowned hard, “the only reason i messed up was because i was with miller. because you scheduled me with him. bellamy is not the reason i shot trikru. miller just threw me off because i’m not used to the way he clears.”

kane shook his head, “you shouldn’t be like that. you’re a guard, y/n, you should be prepared for anything, not ‘thrown off’ just because miller runs a totally different route than you and bellamy.”

you couldn’t believe him, “you can’t be serious. kane, you have my answer, you can implement a full suspension.. or whatever,” you rolled your eyes, getting to your feet but bellamy’s quick to pull you back down in your seat.

“she gets a different partner or full suspension, you can expect the same thing from me,” he pressed his lips into a thin line knowing kane wouldn’t accept that. bellamy was the best they had, and without him, the ark would most likely fail.

“you can’t do that,” kane shakes his head, “bellamy.”

“then you fix this,” he still held your wrist as he spoke with a stern tone, “you suspend her five weeks, but you keep her as my partner, you schedule us same time like how it used to be. otherwise you lose the both of us.”

bellamy didn’t understand how kane didn’t realize that you were only under the right mindset when with him. you were irrational with unfamiliarity, its something about that, that freaked you out, but with bellamy, there was a level of control and focus that he could only bring.

kane looked hesitant, glancing between the two of you before focusing on bellamy, “you keep her tame then.”

a deal was made. you were kept partners with bellamy but you still couldn’t help but be angered by the way they spoke like you weren’t there. you were happy with the outcome and you were sure the only reason it happened was because bellamy did all the talking.

“you owe me.”

you rolled your eyes, “you did yourself a favor.”

bellamy scoffed, his eyebrow curving, “really?”

“you know you couldn’t survive a day without me on the job.”

“funny,” he shook his head, “because i was thinking the same thing about you.”

you smiled, but hesitated, “thank you. you saved my ass, again.”

“you’re good, you just owe me,” he winked, “now get ready for your shift.”

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#bob morely #bellarke #bellamy x clarke #bellamy blake oneshot #bellamy blake angst #the 100 bellamy #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 x reader #lexa the 100 #the 100 imagine #clark griffin #octavia blake #raven reyes #jasper jordan #bellamy blake #fanfic #angst

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nvmbrains · 7 months

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I have a fic draft that basically says Rhaenyra is rescued by allies from within Dragonstone after becoming Aegon's prisoner of war.

The person sheltering Rhaenyra is Ser Harrold.

It turns out that Alicent still has her informants (mainly Larys who is about to turn the mantle and kill Aegon) she finds out about Rhaenyra's whereabouts and goes there alone. She convinces Ser Horrold that she has no intention of killing Rhaenyra, after all she came alone.

Their relationship is sad, worn out and rotten. Rhaenyra is barely alive after undergoing questioning sessions by Aegon's soldiers. And that, and that alone, Alicent convinces herself, is why she comes back again and again. Rhaenyra will not die this way. She comes back to take care of this woman who is the name of the cause of her misery, she keeps coming back and takes care of Rhaenyra like she spent so many years taking care of the dying king. But Viserys was never stubborn, Viserys never returned her look of resentment, Viserys never exchanged shouts or gave her the opportunity to shout at him.

Alicent knows that it is impossible for her to love someone who is the cause of the death of her children and grandchildren, impossible for her to love someone who caused her so much suffering and in return she doesn't think that anyone has ever hurt someone like she hurt Rhaenyra, but still, here she is, watching Rhaenyra's steady breathing as she watches her own life. But isn't that it? Didn't she long ago make Rhaenyra the reason for her own existence? Isn't it Rhaenyra who keeps her here? To live, love and suffer?

#just imagining them healing the impossible #Doesn't that remind you of a bit of clexa and all of clarke's resentment?#but here there is only resentment on both sides no Lexa looking for forgiveness #Alicent discovering that she is capable of hating someone as much as she loves them #I love fractured and incorrigible relationships but their love is the only thing they know all their lives #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #rhaenyra x alicent #alicent hightower

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starogeorgina · 2 years

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Yes commander

Warnings: Sexual content. Oral sex, fingering

Paring: Lexa/reader

The tension in the room was thick as you watched the commander pace back and forth, agitated.

You were her counsel. You were supposed to help her, but so far nobody had come up with any good ideas. The commander suddenly stopped and ordered everyone to leave her room.

“Everyone out!” Her eyes landed on you. “Not you Y/N, we have further issues to discuss.”

Her green eyes stayed glued to you as the room emptied. It wasn’t unusual for you two to be alone together and nobody would ask questions.

“What would you like to discuss?”

Lexa walked towards her window with her hands clasped behind her back. “My emotions have been running high recently. I have a lot of pent-up frustration I need help getting rid of.”

Butterflies danced in your stomach as Lexa smiled at you. You licked your lips, “How can I help?”

“Take off your clothes.”

Lexa sat on the edge of her bed, watching you remove each piece of clothing until you were completely naked. You smirked at her, “Now what?”

“Kneel and wait.”

You did as you were told and knelt on the ground. You wondered what Lexa was doing since she had walked behind you, but you couldn’t turn around. She had told you to wait, which was exactly what you were going to do. Moments later, Lexa appeared in front of you again, naked.

She approached you slowly, “I want you to taste me.”

Instantly, when Lexa stopped in front of you, your hands reached around to grab her ass as you pressed a kiss against her slit. You began flicking your tongue over her clit, savouring her sweet taste. Her sweet moans filled the room as his legs started to shake.

“More, I need more.”

You removed your mouth and pressed two fingers inside her, before returning to licking at her clit. Lexa didn’t take long to orgasm. When her legs stopped shaking, she looked down at you, her thumb slipping into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it as she speaks. “Go stand against the wall.”

Following her orders, you leaned against the brick wall. The coldness from it caused the hairs on your body to stand. Lexa kicked two of her fingers before slipping them into you.

“Ohh.”

She pumped her fingers out of you quickly as her thumb rubbed against your clit.

When your pussy started to tighten around her fingers, she pinched your nipple with your free hand. A devious smirk appeared on her face. “Tell me Y/N, do you feel good?”

“Yes, Commander,” you panted as your legs began to shake. “I’m so close.”

Lexa took your breast into your mouth as you rode out your orgasm on her fingers. When your breathing finally went back to normal, she removed her fingers from your body and kissed you gently.

“Would you like to do this again?”

“Yes, Commander.”

#the 100 #heda lexa #commander lexa #lexa kom trikru #lexa the 100 #Lexa smut #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 smut #Lexa the 100 smut #lexa imagine #Lexa x you #lexa x reader #lexa/reader #lexa/you

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butmakeitgayblog · 8 months

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Ok, you can’t just imply about our precious midwestern baby and dr handsome fighting, any type of angst does not belong in their beautiful world🥺

What would be their fist fight about? How would the reconciliation play out?

They have squabbles before it. Little tiffs and instances of butting heads. Huffing matches over a collection of somethings trivial, rolling eyes and pouting silences in the car. They're both incredibly stubborn and strong-willed women. It just kinda comes with the territory.

It helps that they're very, very good at the making up part by now 😏

But the thing is that they're getting serious. Like... really serious.

The kind of actually starting to make life plans together for the future caliber of serious. Their first anniversary has already come and passed and Lexa spends more time at Clarke's house than she does her own anymore. It's been months since they've spent a single night not sharing a bed. Lexa has her own entire dresser in Clarke's bedroom, not just a measly single drawer.

So they serious. And they had both apparently thought they were on the same page.

Clarke, unfortunately, realizes that they truly were not.

Because she had just casually been talking about maybe getting an apartment together some time down the road. Maybe a cat too, because dogs tend to take up too much room. But god, what if they want kids? More than one, because she hated being a single child. How would they even make that work in a one bedroom?

It takes a couple minutes for her to realize Lexa has grown entirely silent. Just sitting there, staring at her with that blank face mask she gets when she's thinking something important. The same damn face that doesn't give Clarke any kind of idea what the hell that 'something' could possibly be.

After some coaxing and an honest to god staring contest just to get her to fucking speak, Lexa just says like it should be obvious:

"Clarke, babe... I'm never gonna move away from here."

And that's... That's just... it. That's the long and short of it. The needle in the balloon of all of the ideas Clarke had been constructing in her head over the last few months. Because she'd thought Lexa knew this job was only ever supposed to be temporary? She thought it was a given that she'd practice here a few years and then move on to another city once she had more experience under her belt. To an actual city. One that doesn't run their water system from a goddamn well...

So it's a pretty big fucking deal when Lexa just calmly says that uh, no, she wasn't aware of that plan. And that, no, she doesn't have any intention of following Clarke if she ever does decide to go.

It's like a punch to the gut and like the world has tipped sideways, and unfortunately, Clarke has a tendency to react to fear and hurt with anger. Which is how it comes to the point of her not-really-shouting, but almost shouting, about how she can't believe this is even happening. Because goddammit Lexa? You're really going to live here your entire life? Here? The place that has one fucking gas station and no grocery store? You're really going to spend your entire life just playing servant to these fucking people whose idea of showing gratitude is to just start bitching about their next problem the second you've fixed this one while they hand you a lukewarm beer?? Your entire life is going to be drunk ass Big Ed calling at 3am asking for a sober ride and— and— and cookouts and little league games and book drives and—

That is just about the time Lexa has had enough 👀. Because Yes, ClarKe, that's exactly what her life is, and it's exactly what her life will always be, because that's who she is. She'd been clear from the start that this was her home, and that these were her people. And fine, maybe they're a little backwards in some ways and yes there's a lot more to be done, but that's exactly why she does what she does. Before her this town didn't even have a damn stop sign, much less any of the other fifty thousand improvements she's implemented. She's made their lives better and she likes knowing that, and wants to keep making it better for the generation that will take over after her. This is little town is her clan. She has a legacy here. She knows what it's like to grow up in a nowhere town that barely has enough resources to function. She's spent the last 10 years of her life working to never let another kid here have to feel those kinds of struggles.

She has no intention of just abandoning all that.

It culminates in Clarke storming out of her own house because,,, Lexa had already chosen to dismiss herself to the bedroom with only a somber, "I love you, Clarke. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. And the last thing in the world I want is to hold you back. But at the same time... I want— I want so many things with you. I want all of it. I want all of you... But you can't ask me to leave."

#anon #midwestern au #imagine how this is for poor Lexa #this is the second time she's had to have this exact conversation with a woman she was in love with 😔#that's not to say Clarke is just being mean so don't get that wrong. her anger and frustration is extremely valid and warranted Lexa knows #send another ask for the makeup this shit got long af

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rosapexa · 6 months

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Walking through Night City in the middle of the night wherever she wants. Totally relaxed and with an attitude, you can absolutely describe as cold arrogance.

And rightfully so!

Because Lexa knows there's almost no one, who could be a real danger to her.

And the few who can be maybe dangerous for her? Well, that's where it gets fun...

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rosa's OCs: Lexa #Virtual Photography #Fem V Friday #Allthough she's not V #Do i imagine her rediculously overpowered? Absolutely!#Do i feel bad about it? Absolutely not!

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so if there were gay writers doing it how would the scene play out differently? Like what makeitgay did or something else? I wanted a moment where they really talk and learn about one another and we never got that

It's not just whether the writing team has any representation, it's also time and what is prioritized for the story. "Clexa" was not a priority. Moving on from Clexa to get to the crappy AI story element was (and from there, we get JR building one of the most egregious cases of malicious queerbaiting ever, but I've done that to death, so to speak).

What else could they have done? So, if they weren't playing to cheap seats, being obnoxiously pandering to straight audiences, trying to make this relationship palatable (and "sexy" by "feminizing" her out of her Grounder persona), maybe it could have gone like this:

I would have had Clarke visiting Lexa after the fight, after people were done cleaning up and celebrating. Clarke (knocking, for once), showing up at Lexa's door to check on her, just to know she was ok and what would happen next. Lexa, tired, removing her armor, bruised, sore, not really interested in conversation at the moment, shy because it's Clarke and why would Clarke care, Clarke got her way, again, her people will be safe, as she promised, Lexa thinks that's all Clarke is there for, and repeats the promise--but that isn't what Clarke is there for.

She sees Lexa finch as she removes her gloves and the blood drying on her palm, maybe shoos away the handmaiden that brought in bandages and hot water, forces Lexa to sit while she tends to her, and asks her, casually, how is it she has black blood? And don't just say "the first Commander, blah blah blah, this is me and I will find out."

I mean, there's an elephant in the room and they never got to it.

What *is* Lexa?

As she's tended to, Lexa explains a little, hedges, then sees Clarke looking at her like, Bullshit, tell me, and she opens up: asks her if she knew of a 13th station. Had she ever heard the name Becca Franco? Quiet, Clarke nods. This is going somewhere. Lexa explains how she gave them black blood "for radiation, right?" But Clarke is a little wrong. She shows her the scar on the back of her neck. Maybe there's a little pulse of light under her skin.

Suddenly, the world gets a little bigger.

Because if Lexa is connected to what is, essentially, a database from Becca on down, she should know all that they knew. Making her "Commander" persona also a bit of an act. She's trying to re-civilize her world and is forced to do it uphill, in the rain, with no help.

And that's something Clarke might find WILD.

Clarke finishes quickly and makes to leave, she has to think, and Lexa, resigned that this is all there ever will be, that she will always give even though nothing is ever returned (maybe even wondering if Gustus was right and allying with the sky people will be the death of her), wishes her a weary goodnight without looking up and Clarke stops at the door, realizing, turns to see Lexa, head bowed, looking at her bandaged hand and she stops and walks back, touching Lexa's hair, making her look up and she says, sincerely, Thank you.

Maybe on her way back to her room, Clarke passes Aden and the other Nightbloods, looking relieved and anxious, wanting to see their Heda, and she tells them Lexa is tired and they should visit her tomorrow. The youngest looks at Clarke and asks her if she would stay with them then, maybe tell them a story, if Heda is too tired.

The world keeps getting bigger.

"What kind of stories does she tell you?"

They all smile.

"About you."

And the questions start. And Clarke can see, really see, they're a family.

"Did you really live in the sky?"

"Nobody can live in the sky, stupid."

"Birds do."

"They can fly. They live in nests. In trees."

"Did you live in a nest, Wanheda?"

"There's no trees in the sky."

"She's not a bird, stupid."

"Angels live in the sky."

"Angels live in heaven and they have wings. Do you see wings?"

"Maybe she lost them in the mountain. Did the mountain take your wings, Wanheda?"

And Clarke is overwhelmed because she did live in the sky, in a kind of nest, and while she never had wings, the mountain took something from her and she doesn't know how to get it back and she doesn't want the kids to see she's crying.

"I'm sure Heda will find you some. She knows everything."

Then another voice from behind.

"She's not that clever."

And they turn, and there's Lexa, in a dark coat, her braids out, looking like she's about to chastise them for bothering Clarke.

"Besides, if she had wings, she might fly home."

The youngest tugs on Lexa's coat and she is picked up.

"Maybe she could take us there."

"Is it so terrible here?"

Clarke wipes at her tears and smiles.

"I think I'd rather stay, if that's okay with you."

The children cheer and gather around the two women, who can't stop looking at one another, with a halo of smiles.

Anyway. That's my two cents.

#questions #clexa #watch the thrones #missing scene #lexa #imagine throwing away the whole cyborg thing for the worst cliche #ugh

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