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kinetic-elaboration · 10 months

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July 4: Princess Mechanic, Blunt

A little character study of Raven and Clarke, set somewhere in an alternate-S4-era (less Drama, more Community Building, etc. etc.).

This was written for the prompt "Blunt and its antonyms (sharp, polite, subtle, tactful)" for July Break Bingo 2023 (@julybreakbingo).

~950 words, written in about 35 minutes

The Engineering department has no use for politeness or tact, and Raven, steeped in this culture since her training began, has now risen to the top of its hierarchy. She sees tasks that need to be done and she gets them done. She gives orders. She is blunt.

She's found this language suits her well. No time wasted in reading between the lines or trying to gauge hidden meaning tucked away within tone. No uncertainty. More important than the efficiency is the comfort in it, how it creates something steady she can walk upon without wavering.

Recently, then, she's realized that she loves Clarke best when she is blunt, too. Usually, she drops the pretense and the politics only when her nerves are frayed, when she's particularly scared or especially frustrated, or when all her other tactics have run out and all that's left is blunt force. They've fought in those moods before. But there's a thrill in it and a clarity to the air after the emotions burn out. There's a frank and open expression to Clarke's eyes that feels like honesty and trust.

Makes Raven think they're getting somewhere, anyway.

Clarke sits on the council now. She's reached the top of her area of expertise, as Raven has, because of a unique and random confluence of tragedy and chance. Too many of the real adults are gone now. And competence matters more than age on the ground. They carry an experience that none of their elders ever will: the raw, straggling, clawing desperation of survival without resources, in the shadow of uncertainty, fear, and war. Can't make up for that with Earth Skills classes or computer simulations or instructions memorized from books. And anyway, the kids aren’t so young anymore.

So all of them are treated in a certain sense like royalty, or at least like a group set apart. The hundred. The forward guard, the remainder. Bringing on the changing of the generations a little early, heading sub-departments, departments, barking out instructions, standing in authority. She feels uncertain in the role sometimes herself, but at least when she's settled on a project, she knows her worth. From there it's not so hard to boss others around. Odder still is to see her friends, people she still thinks of as the underdogs, leading scouting teams or organizing farming projects or drawing up plans for new buildings. Making Arkadia over in their image.

When she catches sight of Clarke leaving council meetings, the oddest part is that the others are people Raven hardly knows. Yes, Clarke should be in charge. And only Clarke, and the people she trusts. She tramps down the hall with such confidence, her chin up, her expression unreadable.

In council meetings, she speaks with precision, mixed in with authority: assured but polite. Tactful, always. There's just a certain way, she's explained, that things get done, and it has to do with not making enemies. Really it has to do, Raven thinks, with playing people like fiddles. Reading their weaknesses, exploiting them. That's what Clarke's an expert in, more than anything else; Raven's seen it in her in their quietest moments, the way Clarke's eyes search hers, the long silences gathering up in the dusk, the careful way she picks out all her words. Her voice grows quiet, confessional, and soft. Time moves slow. Her hands squeeze Raven's so tightly, she's sure all the meaning in the world fits there in the press of skin against skin. Some illegible meaning in a language no one's ever taught her, because damn, it was never this complicated with Finn.

A solid week of unclouded skies and strong sun has baked the muddy paths of the settlement into cracked, hard dirt, when the latest trading mission sets out from Arkadia. Raven approaches the Rover just as Clarke is packing the last of the bags in the back. Clarke smiles when she catches sight of her, a genuine, bright smile that erases the tight furrows previously etched across her brow.

"Are you coming?" she asks.

"To talk diplomacy with a bunch of Grounders?" Raven rolls her eyes. She stops up short just next to the Rover, leans all her weight on her stronger leg, her hand against the dusty, hot metal of the back door. For a moment, she takes Clarke in as if she were trying to memorize her. "Not really my thing."

"Just wanted to see us off?"

See you off, Raven thinks. One of them should say it, but she shrugs. "I know you're not leaving yet, but I didn't want to miss you."

"We might get an early start."

Clarke's good with the Grounders, most of the time—not good like Octavia is, inserting herself, mutating herself, becoming one of them—she's not adept at their culture and she never cedes ground. But she's good at finding what the other side wants and then granting it for a price: the definition of negotiation and bargaining. If Raven could be bought, now, what would be the cost? She rolls the question around in her mind, wondering all at once if it's ever crossed Clarke's.

She reaches out her hand and slides her palm against Clarke's, and Clarke links their fingers with a tight, protective hold. Just say it. Just say it. I'll miss you; I want you. You should come, so that you can be with me.

Clarke's smile has softened, faded, the expression around her eyes now wistful and sad. Then she squeezes Raven's hand extra tight, and leans in, and kisses her once, not quite on the lips. "I'll see you," she promises, "when I get back," and the words could mean anything at all.

#the 100 #princess mechanic #clarke griffin #raven reyes #clarke x raven #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #julybreakbingo

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the-witch-of-woods-beyond · 18 days

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onceiblinked · 8 months

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Chapter One - The Best Friend

A little doodle from the last chapter, new one coming soon!

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 2 years

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Crackling Fires 2021 | October Fic Challenge

"Taking a Chance"

hosted by: @crackling-fires | prompt(s): day 10 – sharing a scarf, day 17: campfire stories | ship(s): Princess Mechanic | wc: 1.4k Griffins aren’t cowards––so Clarke has to put on a brave face about the scary stories that the other Scouts want to tell around the campfire. But somehow even scarier than the story Harper is telling is the budding crush she has on her best friend Raven. But Raven offers her comfort and even if she’s nervous about her feelings, she can’t bring herself to turn it down.

Absent-mindedly scratching at the lone mosquito bite on her ankle wasn’t quite enough to distract Clarke from what was going on.

It was the second night of sleep-away camp for the Arkadia Scouts, their yearly camping trip for the young women to come out and enjoy nature, earn a few extra badges, and hang out with friends. It was always one of the last weekends of September, lining up with the slow changing of the leaves and a drop in temperature. Just warm enough to still fit in a few hikes or canoeing, but cool enough for nighttime bonfires and extra heavy quilts in the cabins.

It was Clarke’s first trip ever despite having been a Scout since she was ten.

Every year she found an excuse. Sometimes it was legitimate, like you know, her dad dying. Then her mom offered for her to come with her to a work conference and even though she didn’t have to, she’d said yes and purposefully skipped the camping weekend. There was just always something easy to say instead. Another way to earn badges, another way to have some time with the other girls.

Clarke was fifteen now but she knew that Griffins weren’t supposed to admit that they were scared.

And sleep-away camp terrified her.

Especially when Harper insisted everyone swap scary stories. It wasn’t that Clarke hated scary things. But staying in old rustic cabins in the middle of nowhere, during her first sleep-away camp ever, was already scary enough. The last thing she’d wanted to hear was the exuberant excitement for ghost stories around the fire pit. No thank you. But it wasn’t up to her so she’d accepted her fate, stuffed herself full of burnt s’mores, and was desperately trying to pretend that she was having a great time. The day part had been fun at least, but she was silently counting down the seconds until bed while Harper described the gorey details of a man hacking people up on a spaceship because the demons of his dead wife and children asked him to.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d tucked herself back though until suddenly her vision was obscured.

“You’re looking pretty lonely back here, want some company?”

Clarke glanced up, her eyes adjusting from the deep orange glow of the campfire and into the eyes of…

Raven Reyes.

Gulping, she gave a quick nod.

“Yeah, go for it,” she responded, cringing at herself as she scooted over on the log so that the other girl had room to sit beside her. Raven gave her a wide smile as she sat down, her arm brushing up against Clarke’s. Fighting the blush threatening to bloom on her cheeks, Clarke did everything she could to keep her smile completely neutral. While she’d obviously been close to the other girl at camp so far, and even shared classes at school, they’d never been this close to each other. She could feel butterflies fluttering in her chest.

“You’re pretty far back, aren’t you cold?” Raven didn’t wait for Clarke to answer and unraveled the scarf hanging around her neck. “Here, it’s long enough to share.”

Any protest Clarke could have had died in her throat, both as she shivered (it was getting cold) and as whatever faint whiff of Raven’s perfume followed the fuzzy fabric and tickled her nose. She couldn’t say no to that. So she squeaked out a thanks and the two squeezed tighter together, legs pressed up against each other.

So much for getting over her crush on the girl who had transferred to her high school last year.

Clarke had maybe a few month’s head start on figuring out that she liked girls the same way she liked guys when Raven had walked into her AP Biology class. And she was glad she’d already started figuring it out because she wouldn’t have been remotely prepared for the big fat crush she’d immediately developed. Tall, athletic, and whip smart. Of course, strikingly beautiful. Clarke’s heart hadn’t stood a chance.

Not that she’d really ever planned on saying anything. The two were becoming best friends but she’d heard stories about Raven’s ex-boyfriend (who’d cheated on her––how??) and she was too nervous to ask if Raven’s sexuality expanded past guys that looked like they belonged in boybands (not that Clarke had stalked his Facebook page). He had the potential to have been her type in middle school, but now his ex was also her type and she’d quickly closed out of his page when her mind started spinning at the confusion of it all.

Besides, even if she was bi or pan, Clarke wasn’t sure if Raven would like her back. Raven was cool, effortlessly cool. How many fifteen year old girls worked on cars in their spare time?? Not any that Clarke knew, that was for sure. And how could that type of girl be interested in bossy nerds who watched medical shows to critique them?

But those insecurities were impossible to focus on in her current situation.The scarf kept them close, but Raven prolonged it with her running commentary under her breath. She seemed just as skeptical of ghost stories as Clarke was. Her little side jokes had Clarke forgetting about being nervous or scared. Instead, she was giggling and even cracking her own jokes (take that, her middle school bullies, she could be fun).

Earlier all Clarke had wanted was the evening to wrap up quickly. Now as the stories came to a close and the embers glowed low and red, she found herself sad that the night was coming to a close.

She sadly pulled away from Raven’s shoulder, where she’d ended up leaning against for the rest of the stories.

The brunette hoisted herself up quickly and Clarke cursed the sinking feeling in her gut. But was immediately swayed when Raven spun on her heel, extending her hand towards her to help her stand up.

It clearly wasn’t necessary, but she shyly slipped her hand into Raven’s and used it to stand up as well.

And then Monroe came over to ask Raven about the projects for tomorrow and all Clarke could focus on was that Raven wasn’t letting go of her hand.

The other girls are talking about something involving woodworking and the best views for the growing orange wave of leaves, but Clarke wasn’t listening. The scarf now hung singularly on her and with the warmth of Raven’s hand against hers, she didn’t even miss the now extinguished fire. There was plenty of warmth right here, even if she couldn’t figure out what all was happening.

When Monroe said bye, not even glancing once at their hands (she’d come out in eighth grade and had made her realize that maybe it wasn’t actually weird that she found girls pretty too), Raven finally turned to Clarke.

She looked like she’d been planning on saying something else, but one look at Clarke’s bewildered expression had her letting out a nervous laugh instead.

For the first time ever, the intense girl seemed nervous.

“Sorry,” she said quickly, glancing down at their still conjoined hands, “I probably misinterpreted. I’m not really good at this whole thing, I’ve never pursued anything before.”

Raven cleared her throat before continuing.

For someone who always seemed calm and collected, she certainly seemed talkative when she was anxious.“The scarf was stupid, I know. Like who would assume that’s a pickup line? It doesn’t exactly scream ‘hey want to go on a date after camp’ or anything––”

As she rambled, Raven’s grip on Clarke’s hand was loosening.

So naturally she panicked. “I’ve had a crush on you since you walked into Mr. Pike’s bio class!” Clarke blurted out, interrupting the long string of run-on sentences that were spilling out of Raven.

Now it was Raven’s turn to gawk at her. Even in the low light of the lanterns on the pathway, the stars seemed to illuminate the surprise in her eyes. Or maybe it was the stars that Raven was so obsessed with reflecting back at her.

Clarke chewed on her lip anxiously. “Too much?”

A slow smile started to tug at the corner of Raven’s lips as she shook her head.

“Not at all.”

Their hands stayed tightly clasped as they walked back to the cabins, the butterflies still in Clarke’s chest but now in a much happier sort of state. Maybe after this weekend she can ask Raven out on an official date. Halloween and fall events will be starting up again and if anyone could make her feel safe and happy during all of that, Raven was the perfect person.

And, if Clarke was brave enough, maybe their first kiss could be in the arc of autumn, to bookend the beginning of the season when they first admitted their feelings.

#crackling fires 2021 #cracklingfires #kathryn writes: cracklingfires #kathryn writes: the 100 #kathryn writes #my creations #princess mechanic #clarke x raven #the 100 #the 100 fic #the fluffiest of fluff #trying to get back into writing t100 again

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thelittlefanpire · 2 years

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The 100 | Princess Mechanic | TROPED

Inspired by @troped-fanfic-challenge JATP’s Round 2! || Tropes: Time Loop + Greek Mythology + Urban Fantasy + Time Travel + Exes + Camp Counselors + Prank Wars

Two daughters of the Arkadian gods find themselves repeating the same day over and over in the past. They go on a quest to find all the tiny perfect things happening in their magical city in hopes that their lives will return to normal, but once they’ve found them all, will they be ready to go back?

A Princess Mechanic The Map Of Tiny Perfect Things AU with a TROPED twist!

[a series of unfinished fics—31/50]

#the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #Princess Mechanic fanfiction #princess mechanic #clarke x raven #thelittlefanpirefics #my moodboards #tlfcreates100 #tlfufs #the map of tiny perfect things au #urban fantasy #time loop #time travel #Exes #very very excited to show you this one

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lexa-griffins · 1 year

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Raven's ponytail anon 😃 can you really blame me for thinking that with those gifs 😂 I love the smut too! Wouldn't mind reading more of Raven and Clarke bonding and becoming besties during sex

Im soorry this a late answer 😅

I do for some reason really like having them sleep together after they breakup with Finn. Feels cathartic for them 😌 and Finn couldnt quite scratch the itch they both needed during sex so they'll just do it themselves. Raven really likes how rough Clarke is in bed and then just how sweet and caring she is when they arent fucking. And Clarke just thinks Raven is so awesome and so beautiful and she could spend hours with her in bed naked just listening to her talk.

They become besties by fucking and spending time together and realizing that while maybe a relationship for them wouldn't work out they are totally down for friends with benefits

#letter opened #they stop having sex anytime one of themnis in a relationship #but once the relationship is over they jump right back into it #(they also go on 'friend' dates but thats just because Clarke likes to treat Raven to something nice)#clarke x raven

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fbisblog · 5 months

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#the 100 #clarke x raven #raven reyes #clarke griffin

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narcissisticmf · 8 months

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persistence | bellamy blake x gn!reader

description: training with bellamy.

trigger warnings: some seductive behavior, gun usage, fluff, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Holding the shot gun close against your right shoulder, you aimed it towards the wooden target outside. You'd been the only one training that afternoon, everyone else was at lunch. You closed your left eye and tried your best to hit the center of the target. You pulled the trigger and missed it, the bullet drove through the wood several inches away from the center.

You released a grunt and tossed the gun against the grass and dirt, frustratedly. You kicked a rock that was by your feet as you clenched your jaw. Placing your hands against your hips, you stood still for a moment, staring at the target for a while; as if it would give you the answer as to how to shoot the center of it.

"It's really not that complicated," Bellamy's voice was heard from behind you.

You parted your lips and released a soft breath, uninterested in his instruction. "I almost had it," You avoided eye contact and reached down to lift up the shot gun, holding it tightly against your shoulder again.

Bellamy stood behind you, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you for a moment. His eyes squinted subtly due to the brightness of the sun.

You pulled the trigger and missed by a hair again. You sighed, quietly.

"Hold it up again," Bellamy instructed, walking towards you.

"I don't need your help," You replied, looking back to him.

"Just hold it," He said, not phased by your attitude. You looked ahead at the target and held up the gun again. Bellamy's hands slowly moved around to your arms to fix their position. You could feel his breath fanning against your neck. The closeness caused a lump to develop in your throat, unable to speak.

"Yeah.." Bellamy cleared his throat and stepped back, awkwardly. "Like that," He nodded.

You felt your grip against the gun loosen from the sweat that produced in the palms of your hands. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself back into focus and closed your left eye again. Bellamy stood at your side and watched as you pulled the trigger.

The bullet swiftly moved through the red painted dot against the wood carved into a circle. You smiled widely as you stared at the hole in the middle of the target.

"I did it!" You laughed, almost baffled that you were capable of doing it. You turned to see Bellamy and he was smiling at you. That was something he didn't always do often, but when he did it was beautiful.

"I told you it wasn't that complicated," He smiled. "It's all in how you hold it."

"Thanks, Bellamy," You grinned.

He simply nodded with a smile to his lips.

a/n: hi, darlings!! so i just started watching the 100 and it's honestly so good! i hope that i captured bellamy's character well here and if i didn't, i'm sorry 😭 i'm still learning his character! love you guys mwah! — angelina

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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anjellaufeyson · 2 months

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Hate with attraction - Bellamy Blake

I hated Bellamy and despised him since the beginning. He always had to counter my arguments and disagree with me on every move I made. Every step I took–he criticized. The feeling of hatred was mutual, I never failed to return the remarks he made.

Bellamy brushed past as if I weren't there, yet he still managed to whisper, “You're falling behind.”

I picked up my pace as we walked through the forest. The whole hunting group was filled with all my friends–besides Bellamy. I shoved him almost into a tree, “Catch up soldier boy.”

My best friend, Octavia turned around while walking, and Bellamy glared at me. “I get Bellamy is an ass but why can't you guys just get along?”

I could feel his stare on me, “Your brother started it on day 1 of coming back to earth. The power must’ve gone to his hollow head, can’t say more than that–” My words were cut off at the sound of arrows flying past us.

“Grounders,” Bellamy yelled.

Clarke and Monty spread out of their spot because that’s where most of the fire was, “Guys we have to split up! We all have intercoms so once it’s safe we’ll come back together.”

Octavia reached for my hand but missed me by a couple of inches, an arrow grazed my palm and cut me, “Just go,” I yelled. She ran away but was hesitant. I was about to reach for my gun before a hand stopped me–Bellamy.

“We have time to run, don’t waste your bullets.”

I crouched down with him so no one gets hurt again, “If you keep ordering me around, I’m about to waste one.”

He groaned as he grabbed me and we both made a run for it, “Keep this shit up and maybe I’ll throw you to the grounders.”

I pushed him off me as we walked into a tiny cave for cover, “I’d rather be with them than you,” I mumbled.

“What was that princess,” he asked knowing he heard every word I said. His anger was pissing me off. He ripped a part of his shirt off and began wrapping it around my cut.

“I hate when you call me that.” He only called me that because my father is Kane and he won’t let go that I’m “privileged” just like Clarke. “I didn’t make the rules on the ship, It’s not my fault that–”

He pulled hard on the tie he was making causing me to wince in pain, “Don’t finish that sentence.” Bellamy glanced up at me then annoyingly back at my cut as he wrapped it to perfection–I hated how good he was at helping when I needed it. “I know it’s not your fault but your father and every privileged person on that ship let her die for what reason? Because she had one more kid?”

“You know the rules,” I spoke lowly. It was a sensitive topic and even though I hated his guts and wouldn’t mind if he got floated, I did sympathize. I never liked what happened and the fact no one could have siblings. “The more space taken by more kids would’ve left us overpopulated Bell–” I paused when talking, his nickname Octavia slipped out so easily.

He looked up at me whilst still holding my hand even though the t-shirt bandage was as good as it was going to get. “I’m sorry she was floated, but it was the rules. And you know the Ark was already overpopulated enough. That’s why they sent us down here in the first place, the stupid 100 who had to risk their criminalistic lives for the others.” This topic always got me upset, not sad but mad. My father, Jaha, and Clarke's mom, Abby, were all willing to risk our lives as if we were all test subjects.

“We mean nothing to them, that’s why I was so hell-bent on making sure all of the 100 could survive.”

I rolled my eyes remembering this wasn’t a friend I was talking to, “No, Bellamy you wanted all of us to remove our locators so that you could make sure they didn’t come down here because your reckless ass shot Jaha. I understand it was for Octavia but don’t act as if you’re some hero.”

He pressed down on my wound before dropping his hand, “I never said I was. You always think you’re better than me.”

I went to punch Bellamy but he moved out of the way, I was always good at hand-to-hand, my father got me a trainer, one of the guards. I knew how to fight, shoot, plant, etc. I was built to survive as if he’s been planning this forever. I smiled as I ducked the attack he threw at me, “You can only stand your ground because of the training you and Lincoln did together.” I went to kick him but he caught my leg, kicks were the one thing I couldn’t get the hang of.

“Learn to be faster, princess,” he had a tiny grin on his face as he twisted my leg so I was hopping.

I’d never give him the satisfaction of beating me, I kicked my leg again and got out of his grip. I elbowed him and punched him. His lip began to bleed, he had a smile on his face as his finger touched his lip. “Better,” he whispered.

I went to hit him again but he blocked it and turned me around and kicked behind my leg causing me to fall onto one knee. He grabbed my hair, not too rough to hurt me but enough to move my head so I’d look up at him. “Train more and maybe you’ll beat me.”

Slowly I rose and hit him at his throat causing him to back up. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough so he’d fuck off. I regained enough strength to cause him to lose his balance, then I got him to hit his back onto the ground. I kept my knee on his chest as I looked down at him, “You’ll never beat me, Bellamy. And I don’t think I’m better than you–” Our breaths filled the cave, “I know I am.”

I stayed with my knee on his chest until he gave me a look that I couldn’t comprehend. His lips parted and he moved in to kiss me. I don’t know why but I didn’t back away, I took my knee off of his chest slowly. His fingers slipped into my hair and he pulled me deeper in. He kissed me roughly and I could taste the hate he held for me. Then he pushed me with a betrayal of a smile, “Never let your guard down, princess.”

I made myself look hurt, he stepped closer and I pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed hesitant but easily fell into it. I bit down on his lip causing him to wince in pain. He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, blood was dripping more than before.

I pushed him away from me, I hated him now more than before. But God, I’d kiss him again with hate once more if given the chance. “Never let your guard down, Bell.”

Suddenly Octavia ran into the cave looking frantic, “Jesus, did the grounders attack you guys?”

Bellamy and I shared a glance, I turned back to Octavia and smiled as if I wasn’t in pain. “No, no we made it out. Well not without one price to pay,” I said as I held my hand up.

Octavia looked shocked, she now realized our words were no longer threats, they were promises. “Bellamy,” she said in confusion but also her annoyance was beginning to focus on both of us for being stupid enough to fight each other. “O,” he said while walking past her. I stopped walking so I could talk with Octavia. He turned to me and whispered, “Next time you won’t get off that easily.” I paused, next time?

#bellamy blake #oneshot #enemies to lovers #the 100 #octavia blake #clarke griffin #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake fanfiction #abby griffin #raven reyes #jasper jordan #bellamy blake smut

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December 22: Princess Mechanic, Stars and Snow

For the prompt "starry night + first snow"

Princess Mechanic, possibly in the poly fic verse, idk, 580 words

Written in under 20 minutes

The night is frigid cold and clear, and their breaths mist out in front of them with every exhale. Raven's wearing a pair of warm knitted gloves that Dr. Griffin--Abby, she's supposed to call her--pulled out of some closet, and her hands feel chunky and useless in them, but they're terribly warm and soft inside so she can't complain. She cups her hands up to her mouth and blows into them, lets her own hot breath waft back to the exposed skin of her face, then claps her palms together a couple times, listens to the dull, muffled sound they make, still too loud in the stillness.

Every other bit of her is bundled up, and she can feel a particular type of sharp cold, a certain incipient numbness, casting across her face: the frigid points of her nose, her cheeks, the bottoms of her ears.

Clarke is the type of person whose family owns a second home out in the country.

This is probably a sign that it will never work between them--one of how many now? at one point she was counting--but still. It is peaceful out here. Deliriously quiet, in the hours after sunset, rolling farmland in the distance rising and falling along gentle hills, frosted over so the green of the dying grass turns almost colorless, the long driveway a frozen, hard-packed dirt beneath their boots.

"Do you think your mother likes me?" Raven asks. She wasn't going to say it, wasn't going to say anything at all. The question just comes out on its own.

"She adores you," Clarke answers, too fast for a lie, and curls her arm through Raven's. "She thinks you're smart."

"That's obvious."

Clarke laughs, and the sound seems too big, too sharp, the clouded exhales of her breath too wide in the gentle quiet. "Right, I mean--"

"Smarter than Finn."

"Yeah."

And it's true that Abby didn't really know him, but Clarke still shrugs, like, well she's not wrong.

Their shoes squeak on the hard ground, tramping not quite in tune with each other. Above them, the sky stretches out so far above them it feels infinite, just about as infinite as it really is, and scattered over with tiny white stars. The most breathtaking, vast landscape that Raven has ever seen.

She stops up short without meaning to, tips her head all the way back, and tries to breathe them in. Next to her, Clarke stands incredibly still, cuddled up close to her with their arms still intertwined, watching her--Raven can't see her face but she knows the look, knows that Clarke is watching her like she's watching the stars.

"Hey," Clarke breathes. "Do you see that?"

She's still not looking up, but Raven blinks and then she sees the stars are moving, that not all of the pinpricks of white are stars at all, but that some of them are snowflakes, and they're falling light and airy down from the heavens to the ground.

She follows one down, or tries to, but her gaze is always moving, always distracted by the next--and then she sees that Clarke is grinning, the wide and joyous smile that makes Raven remember, yes, she understands what true beauty is, understands better than most and is moved so much more--Raven covers Clarke's hand with her hand and squeezes tight.

By the morning the whole town will be blanketed in white.

#the 100 #raven reyes #clarke griffin #clarke x raven #princess mechanic #modern100 #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write

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Heyyy can u plz write a season one Bellamy blake x reader griffin/Kane SMUT where they are enemies and leaders of the 100 but don't see eye to eye on anything but have too much sexual tension and attraction towards each other and decide to give into their desire for one night cause they think if they screw each other they get their attraction out of their system?

Invisible String [B.B]

summary: hating him was easier than loving him. especially when clarke went through so much trouble to keep them away from each other. but for some reason, her attraction to him was much larger than her dignity

pairings: bellamy blake x caroline griffin (oc) a/n: the oc has no description, so feel free to imagine whoever you wish, I just write better when the main character has a name

tags: (18+) wells jaha lives, cursing, the nickname "princess" cause it's kind of cringey but fits their dynamic, SMUT; hate sex, (kinda) dom!bellamy, dirty talk, hate sex, hair pulling

Hating Bellamy Blake was almost too easy.

He was too cocky for his own good and was even worse at listening to orders than Caroline. He had been tormenting her, her sister and Wells since they landed.

But a long time has passed since their first days on Earth. The camp was functioning well and Caroline and Clarke found a way to work with Bellamy. After a kid died and Murphy was banished after being accused of killing some privileged kid, they formed a truce. Bellamy was the one leading the hunting trips and watching over the delinquents who were building the wall, Clarke was in charge of keeping the peace with the Grounders (the liberty of her having a thing with their Commander) and Caroline decided who got which job and worked with Raven to make radios and get in contact with The Ark.

She was not that thrilled about her mother coming down because, before she got arrested, she was not exactly mother of the year. Still, she felt guilty about the innocent people who were dying up there while there was a safe planet waiting for them.

Caroline let out a sigh and stood up, instantly drawing Raven’s attention to herself. She wiped her sweat off of her face with a rag and placed it down on the table, before saying, “I think that I’m done for today. I have to discuss some stuff with Bellamy.”

Raven snorted and raised an amused eyebrow, her tone taunting. “Oh, I bet. So much for staying away from him.”

The Griffin rolled her eyes at the reminder of her sister’s warning and wordlessly walked out of their work tent. Bellamy was very blunt with his flirting when they weren’t spitting insults at each other and when he wasn’t sleeping with half of the camp. Caroline was slightly annoyed and brushed it off quickly, but Clarke was down-right pissed. Her protective older sister was on and she was quick to tell Caroline how bad of an idea getting involved with Bellamy was. Her lecture was at least five minutes long but Caroline did not listen to a word that she said. She was not stupid. She knew that even flirting with Bellamy was a bad idea, but she was not planning on it. She liked to believe that she had standards.

“Hey, Princess.” Bellamy greeted her when she entered his tent without knocking. “You’re early.”

“No, you just slept in.” Caroline deadpanned while scanning his bare chest with a blank look on her face while he sat on the edge of his makeshift bed. “Some of us have been up and working for hours.”

Okay, yes, Bellamy was an asshole. But he was a hot asshole. If you asked her, she would say that the fact that he was annoying only made him more attractive. But that might just be her daddy issues talking.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Shit, is it really late?”

“Yeah, it’s almost lunch.” She shrugged and walked across his tent to grab one of his shirts. She absentmindedly threw it on him, silently telling him to get dressed. “I told Wells to let you sleep. You were keeping guard pretty late last night.”

She told herself that it was because he needed his eight hours of sleep if he was going to function properly. He was even more grumpy when he slept for only two hours.

Bellamy’s lips tugged into a grin and then fell open as he let out a dramatic gasp. “Was that you being nice?” She rolled her eyes and he was quick to add, “I’m sorry, I only ever saw you being nice to Clarke and Wells. Is it snowing outside?”

“Shut up.” Caroline muttered, her eyes involuntarily flickering toward his hands. “Just get dressed. We have work to do.”

He grabbed the blue shirt that she gave him but made no move to put it on. He simply raised a knowing eyebrow. “Are you sure that you want me to do that? You don’t want to keep checking me out?”

Caroline felt heat rushing to her face. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out and she was desperately trying to find something to say. A couple of seconds later, she simply blurted out, “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that good looking.”

His smirk only grew. “Oh, so I’m not that good looking?” He stepped closer and she wished that the ground would swallow her whole. “I knew you liked me, Princess.”

“You wish,” She shot back, but made no move to step away from him. His scent was intoxicating and she could not look away from his face. His dark eyes were flickering between her eyes and her lips and she swore that they only got darker when her breath hitched.

Bellamy lifted his hand to brush some of her hair away from the face and he licked his lips, an action that only made her stare at his lips longer. He pushed his face closer to her own and just as he was about to lock their lips together, Wells’ voice rang through the air.

“Bellamy, did you take my─” He cut himself off when he looked up from the ground to see his best friend standing inappropriately close to the guy that she hated for months. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he silently looked back and forth between the two of them for a couple of moments. He swallowed and awkwardly croaked out, “I’ll come back later. Or never. Probably never.”

Caroline watched the place he was standing at a couple of seconds ago in shock. She quickly stepped away from Bellamy and cleared her throat. “Get dressed and meet me in the map tent.”

Bellamy watched her leave the tent in a rush and chuckled to himself the second she left.

Caroline wished that they could simply work in silence, each on their own side of the tent. After what happened earlier that morning, the last thing that she needed was to spent the next couple of hours before lunch with Bellamy. Especially because he seemed completely unfazed. If anything, his amusement only grew every time he would catch her staring at him which would lead to her having to look away or narrow her eyes into a glare to seem annoyed rather than flustered.

He saw right through her. That might be the reason why she hated him so much. She had always tried to keep her walls up as high as possible because she was afraid of letting people in. But Bellamy could read her like an open book.

“We should move Jasper from the gate and get Miller there.” Caroline suggested as she leaned over the map of their camp. “I love him to death but he runs at the first sight of danger. There is no one better than Miller. I trust him to stay there more than anyone.”

Bellamy surprised her by shaking his head. Her eyebrows furrowed. Was Miller not his best friend? “Guarding the gate is a big responsibility, yes, but it’s also dangerous. The guards there are usually the first to go. We have to put someone disposable there.”

Caroline let out a humorless laugh and looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? No one in this camp is disposable. We put the most competent person there, no matter how much either one of us cares about him.”

The Blake shrugged. “I don’t know if losing him is worth it.”

“And losing someone else is?” She retorted and stepped away from the table and scoffed. “I cannot believe you. You talk shit about The Ark, Jaha and the privileged for sending us here and labeling us as disposable but you are not any different. For some reason, those kids out there trust you but you are willing to sacrifice any of them if it means saving your ass and the two people you care about.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger the second that she compared him to the monsters that killed his mother and locked up his sister. He stepped closer to her and glared down at her. “Stop pretending that you know me, Princess. You can’t psychoanalyze everyone in your life just because of one decision they make.”

Caroline glared back at him, not intimidated. “And you can judge people based on who their parents are? That’s ironic. I would not be surprised if you were planning to tell me that I should guard the gate since you clearly hate me so much. Putting me there is the easiest way to get rid of me, right?”

“Maybe I do hate you?” His words made her falter in surprise. “How can I not? You always have something to say about every decision I make. You take every opportunity to argue with me. Whenever I think that we are starting to see eye to eye, you do another thing to drive me crazy. And I hate myself for it a lot more than I hate you because despite you being everything that I’m against I still…” Bellamy did not finish his sentence and simply stared at the clueless look on her face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he muttered, “Fuck it.”

Caroline stumbled back in surprise which led to her sitting on the desk. Before she got the chance to kiss him back, he pulled away. His breath fanned across her lips and he stared at her, trying to find any hint of disgust or hesitance. He did not find any. But this time, she was the one that kissed him. She gripped his shirt to keep him closer while one of his hands tangled in her hair. Her breath hitched when he used his grip on her cair to pull her head down in order to reveal her neck. He did not think twice before he messily started placing open-mouthed kisses over her exposed collar bone.

She moaned and spread her legs so he could comfortably stand between them. His other hand found her waist and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on his curls lightly to spur him on. He pushed down her shirt to reveal her bra so he could keep sucking hickies down to her breats. The hand on her waist squeezed it and he paused, squeezing his eyes shut to get it together.

“Did you─ did you ever have sex?” Bellamy asked,his dark eyes practically piercing through her soul.

Caroline’s eyes almost softened at the genuine worry in his voice. He was grounded enough to ask the eighteen year old, who spent the last six years of her life locked up, if she was a virgin or not. Luckily, after Clarke broke Wells’ heart, she was more than fine with being his rebound to keep her mind off of other things.

She rapidly nodded, tugging at his shirt so he could get back to what he was doing before.

“Words, Caroline,”

Caroline. Not Princess or Baby Griffin. Just Caroline.

“Yes.” She breathed out. “I had sex before. Now stop being so uncharacteristically considerate and kiss me.”

Bellamy did not need to be told twice. He leaned back down to kiss her and her hands quickly found their way around his neck to pull him closer to her despite them already being chest-to-chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and easily won the short battle for dominance.

Caroline placed her hands on his chest to push him away. He gave her a confused look which disappeared when she pulled her shirt over her head. He smirked and then copied her actions, exposing his chest. This time, she shamelessly checked him out.

Bellamy was pleasantly surprised when she reached down to pull his pants down along with his underwear. Her hand wrapped around his dick and started to slowly move her hand up and down, almost as if she was teasing him. He let out a low groan and leaned his hands on either side of her. He rested his forehead against hers and kept his eyes on her as she jerked him off.

“Fuck, Princess.” He cursed, his breath hitching. He was ashamed of how close he was just from her jerking him off.

He pulled her hand away and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he pulled her off of the desk in order to pull her hands down. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to place her back on the table and she gasped in surprise when his fingers slipped between her legs. His fingers teased her opening until she was whining into his mouth.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckled and dipped one of his fingers inside of her. “Patience.”

She did not argue and simply leaned back, letting him pump his fingers in and out of her while he rubbed her clit. She moaned his name lowly, aware that if they were too loud, the others outside could hear them. Bellamy almost moaned at the sight of the girl squirming and trying her hardest to stay quiet on the table. The girl who never kept her mouth shut and was a force to be reckoned with was completely at his mercy.

Before Caroline could finish, he pulled his hand away. She panted and gave him a weak glare. “You’re a dick,”

“I didn’t hear you arguing when you were moaning my name.” He shot back and cupped her ass to bring their bodies closer together. He wrapped one of his hands around his dick and slid inside of her. He let out a deep groan and she let out a high pitchen moan due to his lack of patience. Bellamy placed one of his hands over her mouth and whispered, “Be quiet for me, Princess. You don’t want the rest of the camp to hear how much you hate me, do you?”

She shook her head and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he pulled out and roughly pushed back inside her. He was no better than her. He was cursing and groaning as she rolled her hips back into his own.

They spent a couple of minutes like that, soaking in pleasure and the thrill that they got from the fact that anyone could walk into the tent at any minute. “I’m close.” He muttered and used the hand that was not covering her mouth to rub her clit in order to get her closer to the edge.

Caroline’s nails dug into his shoulders and the moaned against his hand, almost reaching her peak. He groaned at the pain and only snapped his hips against her faster. Her vision blurred and her eyes squeezed shut when she finally fell over the edge and came around him. Her walls squeezing him like a vice was what pushed him over the edge and he was quick to pull out and finish on her stomach.

Caroline panted and leaned her forehead against his chest when his hand fell from her mouth.

"So much for hating me, huh, Princess?"

She groaned. "Clarke is gonna kill me."

#bellamy blake #the hundred #the 100 #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x oc #wells jaha #clarke griffin #raven reyes

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