#finn collins is the worst

[lambergeier]

2023 bookpost 🥳🥳🥳

43 books read this year! about 2/3rds of last year's number, but i fell off pace in summer and for the last two months and never actually have a target or care about my pace anyways, so 43 is a good solid number imho. as last year, full list with light commentary below, recs are bolded:

JANUARY

Neuromancer by William Gibson

The Browns of California: The Family Dynasty that Transformed a State and Shaped a Nation by Miriam Pawel (i am punished for my desire to learn more about the two governors brown's effects on the state of california with: family hagiography. should have known tbh)

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman (SOOOOOO GOOD. apocalyptic/religious horror in 1350's france during the black plauge. for fans of the terror, and fans of people who are in love but for whom the love won't alwayshelp!)

The Mirror and the Light by Hilary Mantel (hilary ilu u were one of the greatest novelists of the past hundred years it was an honor to be alive at the same time as you. this could have been 200 pages shorter. ilu tho)

Did Ye Hear Mammy Died? by Seamas O’Reilly (short, sweet childhood memoir of the irish writer/comedian who, famously, tweeted that story about meeting the president of ireland on ketamine.)

FEBRUARY

Either/Or by Elif Bautman (girls can i tell you. i didn't realize this was a sequel until like 100 pages into the book. that was on me.)

Two Doctors Gorski by Isaac Fellman (ah mr fellman. lol)

The Swimmers by Julie Otsuka (really cool piece of fiction, first half told from the collective viewpoint of a group of regulars at a public swimming pool, second half about the one specific swimmer who's losing her independence to dementia. short, packs a punch)

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (UNDEFEATED!)

One Man’s Terrorist: a Political History of the IRA by Peter Finn

Nightcrawlers by Leila Mottley (love to see local 22yos succeed wildly. does NOT mean this book was good god bless)

MARCH

The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa

The Passenger by Cormac McCarthy

Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy (to be clear, if you are not a cormac mccarthy fan, these books will not make you his fan. they are very much about this man's incredible hopelessness regarding a world that has invented and used the atomic bomb. what can be redeemed, etc etc. i loved them, despite a major part of the plot being consensual sibling incest, they were beautiful and phenomenal, they were not light reading)

APRIL

A Smile in his Lifetime by Joseph Hansen

Glory by NoViolet Bulawayo (cannot recommend the audiobook highly enough. emma read the paper copy to catch up to where i was in the audiobook so we could listen together on a car trip, and she agreesTM that the audiobook is the way to go)

MAY

Barbarian Days by William Finnegan

The Dark Lord of Derkholm by Dianna Wynne Jones

JUNE

We Don’t Know Ourselves by Fintan O’Toole (really really really cool nonfiction about ireland since the 1950s, part autobiography, more parts cultural history of a very quickly changing nation. fascinating to read this within 12 months of finn's one man's terrorist, which was a very leftist history of the IRA, and keefe's say nothing, which was an only very slightly leftist history of the IRA that was most interested in like, how compelling the history is (not a drag on it). o'toole not as big on the IRA as the other two! understandable!)

JULY

The Binding by Bridget Collins

The War That Killed Achilles by Caroline Alexander (for all fans of the history of the story of the illiad!!! short and passionate!)

Flux by Jinwoo Chong (solid new debut scifi - who thought it could still happen!)

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeanette McCurdy

The Witch King by Martha Wells (this book sucked ass!!! have mentioned this several times already this year!!!)

An Oral History of the New York Commune, 2052–2072 by Eman Abdelhadi and M. E. O'Brien (some things about this book were fun, many were infuriating, absolute worst had to be the insistence that in the future: therapy would solve even more problems that it does today :))

The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt (see my beautiful wife's post on the subject)

Stay True by Hua Hsu (beautiful, deserves the pulitzer, not 100% my thing but still very good)

AUGUST

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver (the voice was hard to get used to for the first 50 pages, but i ended up really liking this tbh. i've never read copperfield, so not sure if that improved the experience)

Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner

The Boys by Katie Hafner (a mistake to read this, but at least the twist was funny! there wasn't anything else in the book, but only a partial waste of time at the end)

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin (finally read this, which has truly polarized my extended social circle, but i ended up liking it. i didn't always get what it was doing 100% of the time, and didn't so much feel compelled to find out, but i tore through it and will always be a sucker for a story about that doesn't fix you but does keep you alive. can see both sides of this debate)

American Overdose: The Opioid Tragedy in Three Acts by Chris McGreal (we have to kill every sackler. solid history of the epidemic. EVERY sackler.)

SEPTEMBER

The Season by Kristen Richardson (half-baked history of the debutante social ritual. but, not like there's many other histories of the subject!)

All the Horses of Iceland by Sarah Tolmie

Big Swiss by Jen Beagin (funny, contained extensive dirtbag lesbian behaviors, but lacked some heft at the end)

In Memoriam by Alice Winn (do you s2b2? do you want some solid, tome-like origfic? do you want all of those things and also siegfried sassoon rpf? well great news!)

Now We Shall Be Entirely Free by Andrew Miller (pleaseeeeeee tell me if you have read this or do read this it was SOOOOOO GOOD and i had NEVER heard of this guy before!!! fantastically written prose, everything builds with infinite dread to a single horrible punchline, i am still wowed thinking about it)

The Trees by Percival Everett (haha hey wanna get fucked up. dark dark dark comedy)

OCTOBER

Flowers from the Storm by Laura Kinsale (really enjoyable if slightly overlong romance novel that i got off a rec list for historical romances with disabled love interests. does a really good interesting job of giving the love interest full breadth and agency despite severe processing impairment following a stroke)

Mobility by Linda Kiesling

The Rachel Incident by Rachel O’Donahughe

NOVEMBER

NO BOOK NOVEMBER MFS

DECEMBER

Not Even the Dead by Juan Gómez Bárcena (would also like to know if anyone else has read this so we can try and figure out what the fuck was going on right at the end!! also the fact that this is primarily about mexican history, written by a spaniard, with the specter of the US very prominent in the book is like. hm i would love to be able to read some mexican press reviews of this lol)

When Crack Was King: A People's History of a Misunderstood Era by Donovan X. Ramsey (picked this up following the opioid book, which discussed but didn't go deep on how the country's reaction to the opioid epidemic was so vastly different from the crack epidemic. put a lot of stuff into context lmao.)

WAIT AT SOME POINT THIS YEAR I REREAD RUMO AND HIS MIRACULOUS ADVENTURES BY WALTER MOERS. I DON'T KNOW WHEN. DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN. BUT I DID REREAD IT. 44 BOOKS. shout out to mr. moers for writing some extremely fucking creepy books for teenagers <3

okay i was gonna do more about like general trends and vibes of this year's books, also about the four books i am still reading rn lol, but i have been typing for soooooooooooo long so i'm just gonna reblog with more thots in the morning. stay prepared everyone

#book post

[andreal831]

You may be the first person to agree with me that Michael Trevino is more attractive than Joseph Morgan, so now I’m curious. Who are the most attractive (purely based on looks) cast members in your opinion?

I am the worst person to ask this. My friends hate talking about celebrities with me or even sending me pics of people they find attractive because I have a very specific view of what I find attractive. I identify as pansexual and demisexual, meaning I do tend to need to emotionally bond with someone to find them attractive so I struggle to focus purely on looks. Like I can tell if someone is objectively attractive but sometimes everyone will be obsessed with an actor and I just don't get it. I can understand that Nate Buz is objectively attractive, but because I can't stand him as a person, I just don't personally find him attractive. I also tend to find women way more attractive than men. As you will see by my lists.

It also really depends on what you mean by "based purely on their looks." There are people who are "scientifically" attractive, but I just don't find them that attractive. It's impossible to be completely objective when talking about attraction. Everyone is attracted to different things.

I will say, I typically don't like light haired men, which explains the Trevino over Morgan opinion. It's not that I can't recognize Joseph Morgan (Klaus) is attractive. He's just not in the top for me. I also feel like people tend to find him more attractive because of his accent. Although, I will admit I liked him more with his longer, curly hair. But that also could just be because that's when his character gets more tolerable for me.

I also want to remind everyone that these are my opinions. Everyone has their own opinions and it doesn't mean your fav isn't attractive. These are just who I think is most attractive. Let's be honest, the cast is stacked with extremely attractive people. If they are not on the list, they are still attractive, it is just a very competitive field.

(This does not include Legacies cause I haven't really watched it)

Most Attractive Cast Members in My (un)Biased Opinion

It's going to come as no surprise who I consider to be the most attractive in the show. They also happen to be my favorite ships from each show. I swear I am trying to be objective but they seriously were the stand outs to me the first time I watched the shows. I mean just look at them. There is a reason that both Kat and Phoebe do modeling on the side. As for the men, you may say I have a type, but it's hard to deny that Daniel and Michael are not at least in the top, if not the top, for men. But if that's not objective enough for you, here's my top lists excluding them:

Most Attractive Men

We can't have a list of most attractive men without Charles Michael Davis topping the list. Marcel is one of the most attractive men in this series. I won't hear any arguments against it. His smile is just top tier. I don't feel like I need to say anything else to prove my point. Just look at that man.

I feel like Michael Trevino (Tyler) and Collin Woodell (Aiden) have very similar vibes. This is maybe less objective than not, but I just found them more attractive than some of the more popular characters that usually top the lists. Also, I thought it would be inappropriate to put them without their shirts on, but... I mean, come on.

Yusuf Gatewood is not talked about enough. I was not a huge Finn fan in TVD, nothing against Casper, but I was just never drawn in by that character. But Yusuf as Finn really pulled me in. I also just have a thing for smiles. He has such a captivating smile.

I can see that they are objectively attractive but not at the top of my personal list:

Ian Somerhalder as Damon. I know this may anger some people, but I just have never been an Ian girl. I get what people like, but his eyes always freaked me out a little bit. He just doesn't rank high for me, sorry! Joseph Morgan as Klaus. Joseph Morgan just doesn't top the list, but I just don't find light haired men that attractive. I'm not saying he's not, he just isn't in my top. Paul Wesley as Stefan. I loved Stefan and he has the stereotypical "good looks." He is pretty high on the list still, just not in the top. Chris Wood as Kai. I don't have much to say on this one. He's objectively attractive but again, just not at the top of my list. David Alpay as Atticus Shane. I know he was awful but objectively he is very attractive. Steven McQueen as Jeremy. He definitely had a glow up from the emo teen to the vampire hunter.

Most Attractive Women Spoiler alert, it's all of them

Like, my god, even actresses with the smallest screen time carried the show. These aren't really in order but I tried. I can't even begin to rank them against each other. I hated Monique's character but my god, Yasmine Al-Bustami is beautiful. Nishi Munshi (Gia) is just a gorgeous human being. I didn't like Antoinette, but I would do anything for Jaime Murray. I'm obsessed with everything Nathalie Kelley (Sybil) does.

This is not to say that the other actresses aren't beautiful. Again, everyone is gorgeous. These women just felt next level gorgeous to me, whereas, actresses like Candice and Nina felt more girl next door, if that makes sense. Like Inadu (Blu Hunt) was killing all of my faves and I was still somehow rooting for her (jk, mostly).

I know most of my list is from The Originals, but that tends to be the show I rewatch the most. I also feel like they tend to have more actors. TVD had the same actors playing like 20 different roles.

#tvdu women > tvdu men #the women are all gorgeous #the men are good looking too #but come on #the women ran those shows #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #fandom asks #anon ask #tvd anon ask #tvd ask #fandom answers #hottest tvdu characters

[puthyflapps]

Gurl, if Raven saw her woman, Anya doing this in real life instead of on set she’d have her hide. Anya the actress; https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3EGCNr/

Anya is very loyal 😤🤞🏻She doesn’t participate in that kind of slut behavior but if she did, you’re correct, Raven would not take too kindly to it

Tbh tho that tik tok sparks very many ideas n thots in my head like if Anya was overtly flirting with another woman in front of Raven’s face, why is she doing it?

Is it a game between the two of them to see who can make the other crack from jealousy first? They flirt with a stranger till the other can’t stand it anymore and ends up whisking them away to the nearest bathroom or bedroom or car or coat closet or-

Is it a complicated friends-with-benefits situation? Anya has fallen hard for Raven, but she refuses to acknowledge her feelings, let alone admit them. Especially, since it seems like Raven doesn’t share these feelings and is perfectly fine with their arrangement – if the way she fooled around with Finn Collins the night before she texted Anya, begging her to come over and “hang out” was any indication. So, in an effort to keep up this charade and convince herself that she’ll move past this stupid crush, Anya will flirt with a girl or two. And maybe it feels just a tiny bit good to watch Raven squirm when she does so

Is it a best friends to lovers situation feat. oblivious!Anya? Raven is so head over heels for her best friend, who seems to have no idea what kind of inner turmoil she’s going through. Having to watch the girl you’re in love with shamelessly flirt with, what feels like, every woman she comes across is quite possibly the worst feeling in the world. But, she’d rather brave the hurt and continue to play along than risk ruining her friendship by telling Anya how she feels only to have her feelings not reciprocated

Are they strangers in a bar meeting for the first time when Raven catches Anya flirting with the cocktail waitress. She teases her. Tells her that her game is horrible and she should take a few notes from her. The whole night consists of the two of them going back and forth, taking turns trying to seduce the waitress. Not realizing they’re actually seducing one another

#tee hee 🤭🤭🤭 #ask #ranya #Raven Reyes #Anya woods #anya kom trikru

[asroarke]

Before and After

A Soulmate AU where you can only see color when you're in close proximity to your soulmate, and Bellamy found his right when she was supposed to marry someone else.

A few more bridesmaids came in, and Bellamy heard from the couple behind them that their dresses were a pale blue. Bellamy wasn’t sure what that meant, though Octavia had tried to describe colors to him after she first met Lincoln. She had reassured him that one day he would get to see color too, but Bellamy wasn’t holding his breath. He wasn’t even sure if he believed in soulmates, or at least not for himself. He could see that what Octavia and Lincoln had was real. He knew that Gina wouldn’t just walk away from Bellamy if she didn’t see herself spending the rest of her life with her soulmate. But Bellamy… he just never had luck on his side, so he couldn’t imagine ever finding that person for himself.

There was a long break in the ceremony as everyone waited for the bride to enter, long enough that Finn actually looked nervous. “Runaway bride?” Bellamy whispered, and Miller shushed him. If she did run, he couldn’t blame her. He couldn’t imagine anyone agreeing to marry Finn Collins. Bellamy couldn’t imagine talking to him for more than five minutes, let alone agreeing to spend his life with him. If this girl was smart, she would run.

Bellamy kept facing forward, watching the bridesmaids exchange panicked looks. But slowly, something strange happened. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the dresses the bridesmaids wore looked a bit less gray than before. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what was going on with his eyes. Blue, he realized. That is what blue must look like. It was beautiful.

When he dragged his eyes away from the dresses, he could see the differing shades of hair color of the bridesmaids. He could see bright, vibrant colors in their bouquets. Bellamy was so overwhelmed by just how much color surrounded him that he didn’t notice everyone was standing up until Miller started tugging at his jacket.

Bellamy stumbled to his feet, his mind reeling from the fact that his soulmate must be here. But it took him a beat too long to realize exactly who it had to be. There was only one person who just now walked into the room, and she was looking just as overwhelmed as Bellamy felt. She froze in place, her eyes scanning the room. When she finally looked in Bellamy’s general direction, he realized that her eyes were blue too. Her hair was bright, a similar color as one of the flowers in her bridesmaids’ bouquets.

She was too beautiful, his soulmate. Dressed all in white like some kind of angel, like something far too beautiful for this ugly world. Bellamy couldn’t stop looking at her.

It wasn’t until she resumed walking forward that Bellamy realized what this meant. He found his soulmate on the day she married someone else. It wasn’t like he could just call out to her and say that he’s her soulmate. She wouldn’t just abandon someone she promised to marry, even if Finn wasn’t her soulmate. Clearly, she didn’t hold soulmates to be that important, not if she agreed to marry Finn without finding hers. But the way that she kept looking around, looking for him… it told him that this girl never had hope that she would find him either.

“You okay?” Miller whispered, and Bellamy nodded quickly. He was fine. He just found his soulmate and she was about to marry someone else right in front of him. Bellamy should have known that the universe would be this cruel.

read the rest on ao3

#i ruined my life with this one #bellarke fanfiction #soulmate au #modern au #weddings #slow burn #mutual pining #lots of pining #bellamy is in deep here y'all #oh my god they were soulmates #finn collins is the worst #that's just a fact #asroarke fanfiction #my works #HOW WAS THIS A ONE SHOT ALEX OMG

[mercyburned-aa]

@wonkrugona​

           “ ーーー don’t let anyone’s attitude bother you,”  Finn said,  not waiting for an invitation before he set himself down beside the newcomer,  his feet dangling over the edge of the rig.   The rest of Floukru may not have been particularly interested in her,  but Finn had never been particularly like the rest anyway.  “We don’t exactly get a lot of visitors out here.  I’m Finn.”

#wonkrugona #wonkrugona / clarke griffin. #&. ‛ interactions.︐ › finn collins. #&. ‛ private verse.︐ › floukru. #&. ‛ i could write it better than you ever felt it.︐ › threads. #this took me literally fucking forever i am the Worst

[frecklesandfanfics]

Bellamy sketches an outline in the air above them. “Hercules,” he says, “can you see it?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s my favorite. You know I love Greek myths?”

He can see the dimple in her cheek when she smiles, and she’s so damn beautiful--

#i'm the satellite you're the sky #update #fanfic #bellarke #part 2 of 3 #jessie's girl AU #finn collins is the absolute worst

[demenior]

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again!!!!!!!

I don’t understand why everyone in the 100 fandom hates Finn???????

he was a kid raised in an incredibly hostile and violent environment (death penalty for any breaking of the rules. Solitary confinement if under 18, with likelihood of being sentenced to death upon turning 18) and you know what this kid wanted??? PEACE. He wanted to change!!!!

“bUt he chEAteD on RavEN!!” he was a dumbass 17yo who had been practically living with Raven for his whole life, and was very happy with her (he was willing!!! to take the punishment for her spacewalk!!!! he wanted nothing but happiness for her!!!!) but do you think this boy ever had a chance to know anything else? Of course not!! And so then he meets Clarke, who is also amazing, and Finn realizes that while he loves Raven... he loves Clarke!!! He was 17!!!! He didn’t know what love was!! He probably still didn’t when he DIED!!!!

“But hE DIdn’T TeLL ClaRKe!!” of COURSE HE DIDN’T!!!! Life on the ground was insane!!!! They all expected to die like every 30 seconds, and were being attacked by strange people AND each other AND he was trying to change an entire society of people and figure out just what peace/non-violence looked like when he himself had never actually known it, other than the fact that he wanted something different!!! So why on earth (pun intended) would he throw a wrench between him and Clarke??? 

I fully believe he intended to tell Clarke about Raven, just as he fully intended to end things with Raven, but these kids were literally dodging near-death on the regular and terrified out of their minds, so sorry he wasn’t absolutely perfect??? Sorry he wasn’t “cool” or “edgy” or “willing to be violent” like every single other character. Sorry he tried to do better!!! And sorry he failed!!!!!

I don’t even think Finn is in my top 10 fav characters on this show, but I have nothing but sympathy for him and what he wanted to achieve. 

[there’s another post in here about how Finn and Lincoln are incredible characters for how they defy their societies conditioning for violence/rejection of the unknown, and their mutual longing for peace.]

#the 100 #finn collins #he was a dumb kid!!!!! you tell me you were perfect and rational at 17 #newsflash you WEREN'T you were17 #we were all self assured dumbasses at 17 #did finn make bad calls? ABSOLUTELY #did he make the right choices? YES!!! #was he perfect?? NEVER!!!! #but guess what: bellamy blake was fucking USELESS for most of season 1 and we all still love him #and murphy??? MURPHY??? my absolute darling trashbag human??? #he's the WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why do people hate finn so much more than murphy #(its because murphy gets funny lines and finn had the brave role of being a compassionate male in a high testosterone show) #thats my rant of the day #the 100 would have been a much more elevated show had they been brave enough #to embrace the brilliant gender dynamics and commentaries on ark and grounder society that Finn (and Lincoln) represented #if u don't like finn i respectfully ask that you just go on with your day #rather than try and change my mind #hopefully this post just acts as a 'oh SHIT!!!' moment of seeing a new angle #for people who don't like finn

[talktomeinclexa]

Not All Treasure's Silver and Gold

By: TalktomeinClexa

Warnings: None

Ratings: Mature

Status: Complete

Summary: “Capitaine, it’s The Flame.”

Of course, of all the pirates that buccaneered in the Caribbean, she had to encounter the worst of them. The Flame was the most dreaded pirate ship to date. No one could remember exactly when it had appeared, as very few sailors had survived an encounter with the frigate and its crew. It was rumoured to be led by the most vicious pirate; a heartless killer only known by their title: The Commander. Clarke could feel beads of sweat running down her back, but it was with a poised voice that she gave her next order. “Ready the cannons!”

***

Chapter 1

The sun was beating down on this summery day of 1716. Standing at the forecastle, Captain Clarke Griffin was enjoying the cooling mist that formed every time the bow hit a wave. That morning, The Arkadia had left Roseau, Dominica’s main harbour, and was well on its way back to Guadeloupe, thanks to the tailwinds. If the weather remained clement, they should reach Polis before sunset.

The island, located between the French islands of Martinique and Guadeloupe, had been the theater of deadly conflicts. After years of war, the French and English had agreed to stop fighting over Dominica and declared a neutral territory in 1660. In recent years, however, more and more French had established permanent settlements and coffee plantations. In hopes to officially add Dominica to the French West Indies without any bloodshed, the governor of Guadeloupe had sent Clarke and her brigantine to meet with the most prominent family among the settlers, the Collins.

The 22-year-old blonde had beamed at the chance to prove her worth. Female sailors were still a rarity, and female captains in the Caribbean could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Yet, the young woman had never let her gender or natural beauty deter her from her dreams to command her own ship. After studying medicine with her mother for years, just shy of her 18th birthday, she had stolen a schooner with the help of her childhood friends and sailed around the island. Her parents were furious. The obstinate character of their daughter was a frequent source of lamentation at the Griffin household. But they were forced to admit that the young woman made a pretty good captain. Despite his initial reluctance, the governor of Guadeloupe granted her the commandership of a schooner. Since that day, Captain Griffin and her loyal friends had accomplished many missions for the governor and the Kingdom of France. Beginning with some menial courier tasks, they had been promoted to the transport of distinguished guests and precious cargo.

Having noticed Clarke’s natural leadership and negotiation abilities, the governor entrusted her with this recent diplomatic mission. Sadly, the Collins turned out to be an arrogant, idiotic bunch, refusing Guadeloupe’s support. The youngest son, Finn, even had the nerve to ask for her hand in marriage. The silly boy stated that with a good match such as him, she would not have to be forced to dress like a man and undertake such an unladylike profession. If both Wells and Octavia had not been there to hold her back, she would have castrated him there and then. Suffice to say that the mission was not a success. Clarke was eager to return to Polis, where she would enjoy the taverns’ cheap ale with her companions.

Keep Reading

#clexa #fanfiction #pirates #pirate Lexa #captain Clarke #enemies to lovers

[topazy]

Silent bloom

Pairings: Bellamy Blake/reader Finn Collins/reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, and vomiting

Chapter: 1.12 (Bellamy’s pov)

1.02

"Cut it out!" Y/N snapped, which took me by surprise. She seemed so quiet. "The only thing that matters right now is finding Jasper! Bellamy, stop moaning. You’re coming with us and that’s the end of it."

"Excuse me?" I was irritated by her tone.

Y/N walked closer to me, with a look of disbelief on her face. "You want to lead? Then lead. You’re the only person here with a gun, and those kids out there won’t follow you unless you give them a reason to."

"She’s right." Clarke chimed in. "Because you want them to follow you and right now they’re thinking only one of us is scared."

"Fine."

I watched as the bossy girl froze just before she reached the camp gates. It seemed like she was telling Finn to get lost. The last thing I needed was any more drama in camp. I had a feeling the girl with the scarred eye would cause it.

—

"So how did you earn the nickname angel eyes?"

My ears perked up when I heard Murphy shamelessly trying to flirt with the girl walking beside him. It was hard to figure out if she was enjoying his attention or not. "The only person who calls me that is you, Murphy."

"How did you get the scar?" I listened in, as I was curious myself about how she got it.

"Fist fight in a bar. You should have seen the other guy." She had a dry sense of humor, "I fell and cut it."

"Can you see clearly out of it?" He asked, standing closer to her.

"Yes, and I know what you are doing!" She snatched her wrist back, laughing. Murphy just shrugged. "I’m not giving it to you, so you and your little king can stop trying."

I glared at Y/N when she turned around to face me. I had nothing to do with Murphy trying to take her bracelet off. It wasn’t my fault if he wanted to try and show off.

"Did you hear that?" Wells asked, "It sounds like a moaning pain."

"Jasper!" Y/N gasped before running off in the direction of the noise. "He’s over here!"

"Y/N wait!"

She didn’t listen to Wells. What a stupid girl. She was going to get herself killed. I watched as she suddenly disappeared. I lunged forward to see what happened to her. Y/N was hanging onto the grass to stop herself from being killed, "Help me up!"

"Y/N? Bellamy pull her up!" Finn yelled just as I grabbed hold of her wrist. Clarke and Murphy helped us pull her up.

Y/N landed on top of Finn before quickly rolling off him, and glared at me. "What the fuck was that about?! You almost got me killed!"

Clarke shook her head and stepped forward before she could reply. "This isn’t going to help. The grounders are setting traps to catch us. We all need to be more careful."

The ‘princess’ was right. Y/N continued to glare at me. Was it my fault? Did she think I was going to let her die? I didn’t care about her, but we needed all the bodies on earth we could get.

—

"Stay here, I'll be back shortly." I watched the girl curiously as she walked towards the fire pit.

"Hey, John?"

I was expecting Murphy to kick off at being called his first name, but he looked amused. "What?"

She held up her wrist, "fancy freeing me?"

"Anything for angel eyes," Murphy said, grinning.

I watched her pick up a stick of meat and head towards her previous spot, but Finn and Clarke stopped her. I couldn’t hear the full conversation, just bits of it. I didn’t get Finn’s obsession with her. I wondered if they knew each other on the ark. "Yes, I am aware of that. Now if you don’t mind, can you move out of my way?"

"Then tell me, why did you take it off?" Finn demanded, not moving out of her way.

"Some of us don’t want to get punched in the face...Plus, It was hurting my cut wrist."

Her comment didn’t bother me, but Finn bothering her did. Also, I felt slightly bad that she cut her wrist while we pulled her up. I was getting ready to intervene when she walked away from Finn and sat back down beside a young girl, and handed her food. She had taken off her own wristband to feed someone else. Not many people would have done that, not even me.

1.03

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Finn storming towards Y/N, or whatever her name was. "Is it true?" She ignored him, "Well! Is it?"

She shrugged, "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a little busy here, Finn, so if you don’t mind."

"Please tell me you didn’t spend the night with Murphy." I noticed how offended she looked by his accusation. "You are so much better than that Daze. Why would you do that? Don’t you have any self-respect?"

"At least Murphy is flying solo."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Clarke asked from behind him.

"Nothing... it means nothing." She turned to walk away when she caught me staring. It didn’t seem to phase her much as she turned back to throwing knives.

I waited until Clarke and Finn were gone before approaching her. Even if she had screwed Murphy, neither of them had a right to judge her. "Y/N right?"

"Yeah," she answered without taking her eyes off the target. "But I go by Daze or Daisy."

That made sense. It suddenly occurred to me that this was the same girl that my sister wouldn’t shut up about. Somebody with her aim would be good at hunting. I wondered if she would be interested in joining us. "Useful to know. You have a good aim. Any interest in killing?"

"I’m not leaving the camp until Jasper is better," she replied, "maybe next time."

"Do you hear that?" I asked. "He’s dying. Don’t get your hopes up."

She scoffed at my comment, "enjoy the hunting trip."

I left her alone to practice. I wasn’t pointing out the obvious to be cruel, I just needed people to be prepared for the worst. When Jasper dies, the rest of us will still need to go on living.

—

I noticed Daisy walking out of the drop-ship, which surprised me. I thought she would have been celebrating her friend surviving. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I just needed a moment... I’m sorry about Atom."

I stared down at the ground to avoid eye contact with her. The last thing I wanted was anybody to see me get upset over Atom. He was my friend who trusted me, and I had let him down. "I don’t think Octavia is feeling sorry for me."

"She’ll come around. She’s just upset. Give her time," Daisy said with a smile.

"I’m glad you never came hunting with us." I confessed out loud, "Like I said, you have a good aim. It would have been a shame to lose someone with such skills."

I could see a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "Yeah, yeah. Goodnight Bellamy."

—

"Finn move aside," I snapped.

"I can’t do that."

I pushed him out of my way as I walked into Daisy’s tent. I had to see for myself if she was still alive. When she never came back with Wells, I decided to look for her and saw her laying on the ground with a knife in her stomach. I thought she was dead.

Kneeling down beside her bed, I noticed how fragile she looked. Clarke had worked a miracle by saving her.

"Bellamy, you need to leave now!" I stood up again, and faced Finn. I found it ironic that he only cared about Daisy after she almost died. "If Daze gets an infection, she will die. The more people she comes in contact with, the higher the risk."

"Whatever," I shoved past him. "When Octavia comes, you will let her in."

1.05

I had just disposed of the god-damn radio when I felt something bang into me. I was surprised to see a slightly confused Daisy standing behind me.

"Y/N, what are you doing out here?"

"Me and Clarke came looking for you."

Was she joking? Nobody had seen her in hours. If she wasn’t back by the time I returned, I was going to go look for her myself. If anything, it was to stop Octavia from going off on her own. "Looking for me? Octavia was worried sick when she couldn’t find you last night. Where the hell did you go?"

"Bellamy Blake? They’re looking everywhere for you."

Fuck. The brunette had survived. I should have made sure she was dead before I stole from her. As Clarke, Finn, and the new girl lectured me, I noticed how unusually quiet Daisy was. She didn’t seem interested.

—

"It’s no use, it’s gone."

Daisy rolled her eyes at me, "That’s not a good leader’s attitude."

"Guess I’m not a good leader then. You’re really not going to ask why I did it?" I was curious.

"It’s not my business." She shrugged. When Daisy removed her jacket, I noticed how badly her stomach was bleeding. She must have burst her stitches open.

"Hey," Raven said, stepping closer to her. "Your bleeding is pretty bad."

I stood awkwardly trying not to listen to the two girls' interactions. It was clear they didn’t like each other. I just wanted Daisy out of the water before she passed out.

—

"Hey, have any of you seen Octavia?"

Clarke shook her head. "No, I mean...it’s Octavia. She’s probably chasing butterflies."

Daisy frowned at the comment. I imagined she didn’t like Clarke’s attitude either. I thought back to the conversation I overheard with Daisy and Finn earlier, and wondered if she was looking for my sister because she needed a shoulder to cry on. It wouldn’t have surprised me. I couldn’t believe she was sleeping with Finn while leaving the rest of us to worry about her.

1.07

"What the hell, Bellamy? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Your aim is off."

"Thanks." She rolled her eyes and turned back to face the tree. "Don’t you have anything better to do than sneak up on me?"

I probably shouldn’t have walked up to someone holding a deadly weapon without making my presence known beforehand. I couldn’t tell by her tone if she was mad at me as well. "Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things."

"Seriously Blake?" She scrunched up her nose, "A line like that might work on others, but not on me."

Daisy walked over to the tree and let out a whine when she pulled the knife out. I rushed over to her and grabbed her hand, concerned she’d cut herself on the knife's edge. I was relieved to see it was just a small splinter in her hand, "It’ll push itself out."

"I know that...I just can’t quit thinking about how painful it must have been for Finn."

I stared blankly at her. I couldn’t get my head around the fact that she cared for the spacewalker so much, especially when he took her for granted. It was obvious that she cared about him more than herself. Hell, she even burst her own stitches while having sex with him.

"You got stabbed in the stomach," I pointed out. She shrugged. Daisy hadn’t been able to look at me since we brought the grounder back to camp. "I’m not sorry we saved Finn, but I am sorry for what you saw me do."

"Are you ready to go?" Clarke asked, walking towards me. I nodded in response. She turned to face Daisy. "Daze, Finn was asking for you."

Of course he was. I was going to ask Daisy if she wanted to join us while looking for weapons, but I knew she’d never come with Finn wanting her attention. "You better go run off and find him then."

She smiled at us, "be safe out there."

As she walked away, Clarke stood beside me, saying, "You didn’t ask her, did you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Good question. "We are better off with just us two. She would have slowed us down."

Clarke leaned into me, "you know, that was a very fake smile she just gave us."

1.09

As we walked towards the gates, I noticed movement outside camp. We slowed down until we got a better look. Clarke suddenly ran over to the couple, "Daisy!"

On closer inspection I could see why she ran over to them. Daisy was violently throwing up. Clarke held her hair back while she continued to vomit. "What’s wrong with her? Is she the only one sick in camp?"

Finn shook his head, "She was just high for the first time."

"What?" I snapped.

Finn shrugged, "Yeah, most of the camp is high. They ate some bad nuts, I guess."

Clarke continued to rub Daisy’s back, saying, "Bellamy, I'm going to take Daze back to her tent, then I'll meet you in the drop-ship."

I frowned at Finn, who seemed to find the situation amusing. "Grounders are out here," his smile faded. "You’re just lucky you didn’t get her or yourself killed."

—

I noticed Daisy finally emerging from her tent. She looked slightly better than the night before, but still hellish. "Hey, you good?"

"Yeah, I’m good. Enjoying unity day?"

I pointed towards the rest of camp, "somebody needs to be sober while the rest have fun."

She chuckled, "Everyone deserves to have some fun, even you Blake."

She had a point, but my idea of fun would be different from hers. Although I found myself tired of sleeping with a different girl every night, they all bored me once the sex was over. "I’ll have fun when the grounders come."

"Dark as always," she laughed.

I smiled, "you look a lot better than when I last saw you."

The moment the words left my mouth, Daisy’s face turned red. I had accidentally embarrassed her. I gulped down before changing the subject, "What did you get arrested for anyway?"

I noticed she wasn’t listening to me by the way she was watching something else, "It’s Finn."

I tried my best not to groan. I honestly didn’t understand what was so special about bloody Finn. He had Raven, Daisy, and Clarke wrapped around his finger. I doubt he cared that much about any of them. Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed Daisy going to leave camp. "Where do you think you’re going?"

"To get Finn, he’ll get killed out there on his own."

"So could you." I paused for a moment before letting out a sigh of defeat. I could tell by the look on her face that she was going after him regardless of what I said. "I’ll come with you."

"No...Somebody needs to stay here in case the grounders do turn up. If I can’t see where he went past the tree-lines, I’ll come back."

I clenched my jaw with frustration. I didn’t like this one bit. "Fine. But if you are gone too long, I’m sending out a search party."

—

"Bellamy?"

"So much for staying in the tree lines," I frowned.

Daisy rolled her eyes as she pulled me into my tent. Was this really happening? Was she trying... "Whatever, look, Finn set up a meeting with the grounders to call a truce."

"He did what?" Finn had quickly gone from being a little annoying to a real pain in my ass. He was going to get himself killed. I just hoped when that happened he didn’t drag anybody else down with him.

"We spoke to Lincoln... the grounder who stabbed him. He’s going to set up a meeting between our people and his. Finn and Clarke are getting ready to leave."

I stepped closer to her so I could speak in a lower voice, "Why are you looking for me then?"

She seemed nervous the closer I got to her. Her lips parted slightly as she looked up at me. "I’m going to follow them, and you’re coming with me."

"Anyone ever told you that you have a bossy side?" I preferred the bossier side of her.

"We should wait five minutes," she answered, ignoring what I said. "Finn doesn’t know that we are following them."

"Why not?"

She knotted her fingers together, and looked down at the ground. I made a mental note to remember she did that when she was lying. "Because Lincoln told us not to take any weapons, and I don’t agree with him. But Finn does. We are going to be their backup."

I didn’t see the point in arguing with her when it was already happening. "Okay, I think we need one more person to come with us."

1.10

"Not now Finn, we don’t have time for this. The grounders are coming and arguing among ourselves is exactly what they want. " I watched Finn’s face twist with anger when Daisy butted in. I just hoped he was smart enough not to say anything back to her. "I’m going for a walk. You guys are giving me a headache. Murphy better be alive when I get back."

"Seems I’ve got a fan club starting in camp Bellamy. Who knows, maybe she likes me more than you." Murphy said before spitting out blood.

"Go float yourself."

"Happily," he scoffed. "But I don’t imagine angel eyes being too happy when she finds out you’ve killed me." Finn stormed out of the drop-ship, mostly likely to go look for Daisy. "Looks like I’ve upset her boyfriend. My bad."

"They aren’t together," I snapped.

A look of amusement spread across his face. Being covered in blood only made him look more sinister. "Ohh... I see what it is."

"What are you talking about?" I mentally slapped myself for even entertaining Murphy. I should just kill him before he hurts anybody else.

"You care for her... and she’s in love with spacewalker."

I glared at him, "Shut the fuck up."

"Don’t worry Bellamy, I’ll keep it our little secret. For now."

—

"Bellamy, you're sick, okay? I'm just trying to help. Here."

If it wasn’t for the fact that I was so weak, I would have flung Murphy across the room by now. "When I get better, if you're still here--" I frowned when I saw Daisy walking towards us. The last time I saw her, she was throwing up blood. "Why are you up? You should be resting."

"I’ve got this one Murphy," she smiled and took the cup from his hand. "Thanks for saving my life and all that."

When she sat down next to me, I noticed the way Murphy looked at her before leaving. "What are you now? His best friend? After-"

“Murphy is an ass," she cut me off. "But he never hurt me, and I believe in second chances."

I took a drink of water before she started wiping some of the blood off my face. Daisy suddenly stopped and squinted at me, "something you want to talk about?"

"You and Finn-" I was cut off by a loud noise from outside the ship. I sat up as Clarke ran into the room, "They did it."

"I became death, a destroyer of worlds. It's Oppenheimer, the man who built the first-"

"I know who Oppenheimer is."

"Who cares about him?" Daisy shrugged. "I want to know what the hell caused the explosion."

"Raven..." I glanced down at her. "I thought O told you? Raven and Finn went to blow up the bridge to slow the grounders down."

It was worrying that Daisy couldn’t remember. I was honestly surprised she was still alive by this point. Between being stabbed and catching the virus, I’d say she was very lucky to be with us. Daisy must have noticed me staring because she was frowning, "I’m sure they are fine."

Looking back out of the drop-ship, I sighed. We would need to wait to see if the grounders got scared off or not.

1.11

"Like that star of the waning summer who, beyond all stars, rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance." I saw Daisy sitting on her own again and thought I’d give her some company. "I thought your post finished hours ago?"

"It did," she shrugged. "I like being out here at night. The sky looks beautiful from down here."

I never would have guessed she would have enjoyed stargazing, this girl was full of surprises. "I suppose it does."

"You suppose? It’s the most amazing sight in the world. I honestly have no idea why people used to use drugs to live in a distorted reality, when the earth is just-" I could not help but smile at the way she talked about the sky. It was the first real conversation we had that didn’t involve anybody else. "What?"

"Nothing," I shook my head, smiling. "I’ve just never heard you talk so passionately about something that wasn’t to do with your friends."

"You don’t know me very well, Blake."

I knew much more than she thought. The girl with the scarred face was much more interesting than I first thought. "You're a good shot. We have the same taste in books, and you don’t know who Oppenheimer is."

"Touché, I’m guessing you’ve read the Iliad a few times then?" I nodded, "How do you know we have the same taste in books?"

"Octavia has mentioned it,” I lied. I had heard Monty and Daisy talking one night about books they liked to read on the ark, but I wasn’t going to admit I listened in on their conversation.

I noticed her shaking slightly. She was cold. I removed my jacket and placed it on her back. "Thanks..."

"No problem."

Sitting with Daisy was nice. It didn’t feel awkward when there was silence between us, although I wouldn’t have minded talking a little more. But I didn’t want to force her to spend time with me.

"So this Oppenheimer, who is he?"

—

"Bellamy!" I heard Daisy call out. Before I had a chance to finish getting dressed, she barged into my tent. "Bellamy I-"

"Daisy, what the hell happened?" I asked her. I stepped out in front of her when she tried to walk away. She was covered in blood and had an arrow sticking out of her leg. "Daisy, what happened out there?"

"Grounders attacked us."

Raven stepped out of my tent, "Finn... is..."

“Myles got hit with a few arrows. I don’t know if he’s dead or not. They took Clarke and Finn.I have no idea where they went."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn’t miss the look of disgust on Daisy’s face or the way she pulled away from me when I reached out to her. I had no reason to feel guilty, but I did.

—

"I never told him."

I stopped when I reached the outside of Daisy’s tent. "Told who what?"

"I lied to Finn. I told him I tripped and fell, I’m only telling you so you don’t mention it later on."

I stepped back. We wouldn’t be ready to leave for a couple of minutes, so I didn’t need to interrupt them just yet. My opinion of Daisy was always changing. I thought she would have been a spoiled brat when I met her, and assumed she got her scar in a pointless fight, but now... now I know she was a good person. She lied for Raven even when it caused her so much pain. She would do anything for her friends, including Octavia. Maybe Murphy was right, maybe I was starting to care for her.

1.13

"Bellamy!" I looked up to see my sister barging into my tent. She looked worried. "I haven’t seen Daisy!"

"Okay," I shrugged. "She’s probably in her tent or the drop-ship. You know she can’t go far until her leg heals."

"She’s not there! I’ve checked with Jasper and Finn. Neither of them have seen her all day. I’ve checked everywhere bell!"

Shit. This was bad. People didn’t just disappear from camp. Unless the grounders take them, or worse. "When did you last see her?"

"She was going to Wells' grave. She had found some flowers to put down."

"Octavia, go get Clarke and meet me at the drop-ship in two minutes."

We didn’t have time for a search and rescue with the grounders closing in on us, but I was sure as hell not leaving Daisy out there to die.

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[clexaao3feed]

Pieces of Me

by RyeRiley

Lexa Woods decides to become a single foster parent. As Lexa builds her non-traditional family in her hometown of Arkadia, she never expected that a ghost from the past would come knocking at her door once again.

Toni Shalifoe has been bouncing around the foster care system with less hope and much resentment. She was at her worst until the enigmatic Lexa Woods takes her under her wing.

Clarke Griffin abruptly ends her artist-in-residence program as she is prompted to come home to take care of her ailing mother. As she spends more time in her hometown, she looks back at memories that would help her realize about the life that she missed out on.

Shelby Goodkind has always been her parents' apple of the eye. She has always been little miss perfect. But her entire world is shaken when a beloved relative comes home and challenges her beliefs. It does not help when a new face comes along as well, shattering her well built facade.

Two generations of women with mirroring fates, suddenly converging in one moment.

Words: 6737, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The Wilds (TV 2020)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Shelby Goodkind, Toni Shalifoe, Dot Campbell, Leah Rilke, Nora Reid, Rachel Reid, Fatin Jadmani, Martha Blackburn, Becca Gilroy, Dave Goodkind, Jobeth Goodkind, Lincoln (The 100), Octavia Blake, Monty Green, Bernice Blackburn, Finn Collins, Jeanette Dao | Linh Bach, Marcus (The Wilds), Andrew (The Wilds), Abby Griffin, Original Characters

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Shelby Goodkind/Toni Shalifoe

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Love/Hate, Enemies to Lovers, Second Chances, Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Foster Care, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Internalized Homophobia, Friendship/Love, Returning Home, Clexa, Shoni - Freeform, Goodfoe

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[craniumhurricane]

call me, baby, if you need a friend

Cleaning up some old WIPs. This has been in my drafts since end of season 2/around season 3.

Basically 4 times Clarke calls Bellamy and 1 time that Bellamy calls Clarke.

Thank you @casleyislove and @sushigirlali for always reading things before I post them!

[ On AO3! ]

___

(i)

It's a quiet night in at the Blake apartment. Or, at least, for Bellamy it is. He's having a nice Friday night by himself after surviving a truly grueling week of finals. Octavia tried to convince him to go out and celebrate the end of the semester the "right way," but he turned her down… he's still not quite sure how he managed to do that.

His feet are currently propped up on the coffee table with a large bowl of store brand cocoa puffs in his lap. Bellamy may be an adult but damn if he isn’t going to celebrate the end of the term with sugary cereal… nevermind that he didn’t actually make time to grocery shop this week. The TV was queued and ready for the marathon of Ancient Aliens episodes he’d missed due to studying, and he was just about to press play when he hears a short but insistent buzzing sound.  

Glancing around, his eyes land on Octavia’s phone sitting on the corner of the coffee table. She must have left it in her hurry to leave since she was running late to meet up with her boyfriend.

Bellamy keeps his eyes on it for a second before deciding to ignore it, and once again his finger hovers over the play button on the remote. Then the phone lights up again, this time with a phone call; a picture of Octavia and a curly haired blonde that he recognizes, the name CLARKE THE GRIFFIN flashing across the screen. He considers ignoring it for a second time but... if she’s resorting to actually calling instead of texting again then something could be seriously wrong.

Bellamy swipes his thumb across the screen to answer and brings the phone to his ear but before he can even say anything a voice on the other side interjects immediately.

“Men are dicks,” the woman says without preamble. “No! Worse than that. They're weird tumors that grow on dicks," she pauses, seems to think about it, and then adds, "Preferably life threatening.”

Bellamy blinks a few times before he answers, “I'm sure you're right, but don't you think that's a bit harsh?”

The line is quiet. He can hear her shifting the phone, no doubt checking the screen to make sure she called the right person.

“Octavia?”

“Bellamy.”

Clarke huffs. “Where's Octavia?” she snaps. He can hear the annoyance seeping into her tone, which in turn just makes him feel his own frustrations start to rise.

He tamps it down though. “On a date,” he answers.

She deflates at that, “Oh right. One month anniversary with Lincoln.”

He hums a confirmation and then they’re silent for a few minutes. So long that it’s Bellamy’s turn to look at the phone and make sure she’s still there. “Did you need something?” he asks once he sees that the call is still, in fact, in progress.

She takes a deep breath before answering, “I ended things with Finn tonight.”

Bellamy had only met Finn Collins a handful of times; the guy was fine except for a little cocky… and he always seemed to want to show off in front of pretty girls. His hair was too long and always styled like he was some kind of frat boy that came from big money even though Bellamy's 100% sure he never so much as pledged.

And then there was that one time he flirted with Octavia.

Ok, so Bellamy didn’t like the guy. But a break up is still a shitty thing to go through which is why he says, “I’m sorry,” and finds that he means it.

“Not your fault,” Clarke says immediately, “But I was kind of looking for someone to watch me binge drink and listen to me vent.”

He understands that, having gone through the same thing when he broke up with Roma at the start of the term. If you could really call them “hooking up occasionally” the same thing as dating, but still, getting drunk with Miller had been essential in the whole moving on process.

“You want to come over here anyway?” he offers carefully, casually. He doesn’t mind Clarke. She’s younger than him, around Octavia’s age. They aren’t exactly friends, but he would consider them a little more than acquaintances. Enough that it shouldn’t be too weird for him to invite her over even without his sister present. Plus, her getting drunk here is a better alternative than her getting drunk by herself in some bar.

“You don’t mind?” she asks and he thinks he hears relief in her voice, “I was kind of already on my way over to your guy’s place... I don’t really feel like going out and I really don't feel like being depressed and alone in my dorm right now.”

“Nah,” he says and then tries a joke to brighten her spirits, “Sounds like something fun to watch. I’ll order food.”

“Chinese would be great,” and he swears he can hear a smile in her voice so he’ll count his dumb joke as a victory. “Thanks, Bellamy, see you soon.”

He's not even a little bit mad about dumping out his now soggy cereal.

*

(ii)

“So, you’ve been in school for basically forever. Is it normal for a person to experience this amount of stress?”

Bellamy’s lips twitch as he holds his phone to his ear. After Clarke crashed his Friday night in, and spilled on the whole cheating Finn debacle while they did shots, Bellamy figured he should give her his own cell phone number. As much as he hated to admit it, and honestly he never will, his sister and her boyfriend were getting serious, so who knows how much Octavia would be available for late night bitchfests about significant others, fellow students, and the human population in general. Which were just a few of the topics they discussed that night. Hanging out with Clarke ended up being kind of fun, a better night than he originally planned. She even let him watch a little of his marathon and offered her own commentary. Bellamy would do it again… which is something else he would never admit.

It's not like they suddenly talk every day, but it’s a near thing. They would send each other the occasional text when one of them sees something that the other absolutely has to know about. Mostly, he gets pictures of old dogs she sees at the park, asking if this will be him in 20 years. Bellamy responds in kind with memes about college life and rubbing it in her face that they no longer apply to him since he graduated last semester.

But sometimes she reaches out to him if there is something particularly bothering her. Such as dealing with egotistical dickwads that consider themselves professors and shutting down female students in a male dominated class.

Clarke’s probably the only person that ever calls him and can never start the conversation with a simple ‘Hello’. Actually, she’s probably the only person that actually still calls him.

“I just got a job teaching so that insult isn't going to work anymore since I literally will be in a school as part of my job,” is his first response before he turns to one of concern, “Midterms got ya down?”

“It’s just,” she gives an exasperated sigh before continuing, “I want to do something that helps people, I know I want to help people… But maybe I don't want to help people the way my mom wants me to help people...ya know?”

“You’re going to have to give me more to go on here, Princess-”

“I’m thinking about switching my major,” she says abruptly, like she’s ripping off a band aid.

He’s silent, waiting to see if she’s going to say anything else. When it becomes clear she’s waiting for him to say something he responds honestly, “If being a doctor isn’t something you want to do, then you shouldn’t do it.”

“But-”

“What your mom wants you to do shouldn’t overrule what you want to do, Clarke,” he interrupts her. Due to the increasing amount of time he’s been spending with Clarke, he’s learned that the Griffins have always had a capital “P” Plan and he knows that Clarke has a hard time knowing when she can push the boundaries of said Plan.

She’s silent again and Bellamy’s starting to think he’s going to have to prod her a second time. He’s got the beginnings of his big speech all prepared when finally she speaks up. “I’m thinking about going into Art Therapy,” She says thoughtfully, “Or maybe teaching? Helping out underprivileged kids...or hell, even underprivileged adults. Or maybe something for the community?”

His lips twitch on another smile at hearing the beginnings of a hint of passion in her voice. “Teaching can be very rewarding,” he says magnanimously.

She snorts and it turns into a full laugh, “You haven't even started yet! It could be the worst thing you’ve ever done and a total waste of your degree.”

“Your confidence in me really is touching,” he deadpans and then adds simply, “You’re an amazing artist, Clarke. I think doing something with that could be something you'd enjoy and be really really good at.”

She’s quiet when she asks, “You think I’m amazing? You’ve never told me that.” And Bellamy swears he can hear that smile in her voice again. The one he always looks forward to. The one he tries to coax out of her without realizing he’s doing it.

He feels his cheeks start to heat up and even though she can't see him, he feels the need to brush it off. “Yeah, well, I generally try to be as dickish as possible so…”

She snorts again and damn if he didn’t feel a slight flutter in his chest.

“For the record, I think you’re going to be an amazing teacher,” she says it so matter-of-factly but he’ll have to dwell on it later because she sobers and then asks softly, “So, you think I should do it?”

It’s not hard for him to build her up. She spends so much time being there for the rest of their slowly merging friend groups that she rarely takes time to see the greatness in herself. He doesn’t mind helping.

“I think you should do whatever the hell you want.”

*

(iii)

“Women are worse than men.”

Bellamy rubs the sleep from his eyes and glances at the clock; it was almost 3 in the morning. “I thought men were tumors?” he asks around a yawn.

“Yeah, well, women can be tumors too,” Clarke huffs, but she just sounds tired, “Comparing people to tumors is equal opportunity. Strides in feminism are being made, didn’t you know?”

Bellamy pushes himself into a sitting position, suddenly more alert as he picks up the trace of tears in her voice. “You ok?” he asks.

Clarke is silent at first, but he waits her out, he knows that she’ll tell him. “Lexa broke up with me,” she says quietly and then adds in confusion, “Or we broke up with each other? I’m a little unsure. We spent the whole night arguing and then suddenly she was packing up her stuff.” She pauses before taking a shaky breath, “It’s over. We’re over.”

“I’m so sorry, Clarke.”

“She was leaving anyway,” she continues, bitterly, “Some new job. She was leaving in a few weeks and didn’t even bother to tell me. I told her we could make it work long distance, I was willing to try and make it work. That’s when the arguing started. Not just about that but about-,” Clarke abruptly cuts herself off and hesitates, “about... other things. Things I didn’t even know were an issue.” She’s quiet again before she adds, “She didn’t say it but I think she was disappointed that I never suggested going with her...”

The thought makes a quick flash of irritation run through him. “She wanted you to uproot your entire life and go with her,” he summarizes as he tries to adjust the pillows on his bed by beating them, maybe a little too roughly at the thought of her doing just that, before leaning back against them.

“Which is completely crazy, I know,” she hurries to say, “but I wish we could have talked about it.”

“I am sorry, Clarke,” he says again, “I know Lexa seemed like she was it for you.”

“But maybe she wasn’t?” Clarke counters as if trying to reason with herself. “I don’t know. We were both committed to each other, but maybe this was a sign that we weren’t going to be able to make it work long term?” She pauses and Bellamy can hear the gears in her head turning as she processes a way for her to handle this, too explain it to herself. “When we were together,” she hesitates before continuing, and he can imagine her biting her lip, “I was happy... but I felt like a separate version of myself, ya know? Still me, but not completely me?”

Bellamy chews on the words he wants to say and goes with, “Sometimes the person you're with can change you; it's not always a bad thing.” He gets quiet as he adds thoughtfully, “I like to think Gina made me a better person...and she probably did,” he pauses, this time unsure if he should keep going, but Clarke hasn't said anything, so she must be waiting for him to continue, “We tried, tried really hard, to make it work, but eventually you just realize that maybe the relationship isn't going anywhere and what’s best for everyone is just to call it.”

“Wait, you and Gina broke up?” Clarke asks in surprise, “When did that happen!?”

“That's what you got from that?” He rubs a hand over his face as he thinks about it, “About two weeks ago?”

“Shit,” she says and is quiet before asking in a small voice, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Honestly, I haven't seen a whole lot of you these last few months,” he hears what he said and corrects himself, “We haven’t seen a whole lot of you.” He’s surprised at his ability to keep the bite out of his voice; because the truth was this last year has sucked since Clarke started dating Lexa.

They met at one of Clarke's art gigs. Lexa was cool; fun when she wanted to be, but also a little hard to be around. Most of the time, she seemed to prefer doing things without any of Clarke’s friends.

“I’m sorry,” Clarke says.

“It’s fine,” he answers her and means it. “Gina and I are still good friends.”

“I wasn’t talking about you and Gina,” she says, voice soft.

He realizes what she’s actually apologizing for and he doesn’t know what to say. Because of course he forgives her, he will always forgive her.

The silence lasts too long so he clears his throat and prompts, “Want to come over and get drunk?”

Her laugh through the phone breaks the tension, “It’s like 3 o'clock in the morning.”

“My bar is always open.”

She chuckles. “I really want to hit something,” she says with a determined edge to her voice, “Then maybe get drunk.”

“How about this, we get a few more hours of sleep, wake up at a normal time, and go hit something,” he offers and then adds as if it's an afterthought, “And then get drunk, of course.”

She laughs again, “Oh, of course.” There’s that smile. “I forgot what being single with you was like.”

Bellamy sobers at the thought. It has been awhile since the two of them were single at the same time. “Always here to help, Princess.”

*

(iv)

“Why did I agree to this trip again?”

He’s packing up the essays that are scattered across his desk when she calls, 4 o’clock on the dot. Bellamy tries to suppress a laugh but he’s pretty sure she can at least hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“Just getting back to the hotel?” he asks in lieu of his own greeting.

“Yes!” she exclaims in exasperation. “And if it were up to Josephine, we probably would have walked all of damn Paris tonight,” her voice gets muffled at the end and he can only assume she’s thrown herself face first onto the nearest bed. “I cannot wait for a shower- No! A bath, definitely taking a long, hot bath.”

And now the image of Clarke Griffin in the bath, with just enough bubbles to cover up to her chest, has entered his mind. He shoves it away before anymore thoughts can accompany it.

This used to never be a problem. Sure, he’s always known that Clarke is attractive, but he has never been attracted to her. But ever since he broke up with Gina and she broke up with Lexa, Bellamy has been exceedingly aware of the fact that they have both remained single.

The last time this happened was right after Finn.

Bellamy shakes his head for good measure before responding. “You’re going to fall asleep in the tub and your roommate will find your prune-y, wrinkled body in the morning.” He cringes.  Apparently he wasn’t able to get the image of her completely out of his head.

Clarke scoffs, but he can tell that it’s in an exasperated but fond kind of way. “How is it that you manage to be a buzzkill from over 4,000 miles away?” she asks drily and then pauses before adding, “Actually, Josie would probably just leave me in there for the entire trip and never let on that something was up.”

He turns the key to lock his office behind him and heads for the staff lot. “Don’t worry, if you don’t call to check in, I’ll call the National Guard,” he teases.

“I know you would,” she says simply, like it’s a known fact.

Things have been a little weird after he became aware that they were both single. Mostly because, he’s pretty sure that Clarke has also come to realize it. When he turns to look at her, he often finds her already looking. Their innocent touches are now more frequent and linger just a bit longer.

Bellamy has come to realize that he doesn’t want to be single and the reason he doesn’t want to be single is because he wants his best friend to not be single with him.

There’s just never a right time to tell her.

“So, what did you do today?” he asks.

Despite the exhaustion and jetlag that’s surly setting in, Clarke jumps into an animated retelling of the flight and arriving at their hotel room just in time to change clothes and head back out to walk the streets of Paris to get their bearings before their tours officially start tomorrow.

“I’m a little disappointed that we’re doing the Louvre first thing tomorrow. I was hoping to be a little more alert for that.”

“Your coffee addiction hasn’t stopped just because you’re in another country,” he points out as he gets in his car.

She laughs, “Jeez, you are such an ass.”

He starts the car but doesn’t leave just yet; afraid the long distance call will drop out.

“What are you doing now?” he asks into the comfortable silence.

“Admiring the view,” she admits softly. “It really is gorgeous all lit up. Makes me want to dig out my sketchbook.”

“You have a week, Princess,” he chuckles. “Don’t screw up your jetlag even more by losing track of time in your drawings on the first night.”

She’s quiet again before confessing softer somehow, “It also makes me wish you were here.”

His heart clenches in his chest and he wills himself to sound normal. “Maybe next time,” he tries for teasing but it comes out almost wistful.

“Next time, hmmm?” Clarke hums. “You’d come to Paris with me?” And he’s sure she’s flirting with him.

“Well, maybe not for our first date,” he says, “But maybe, like, our fifth or something.”

Clarke’s quiet for a long time and he’s afraid he’s overstepped, misread the room. He’s about to take it back, play it off as a joke when she finally speaks.

“And what would a first date look like?” she asks with what he thinks is hope in her voice.

He swallows a couple of times. “Well,” he starts, “Since you’re already getting some of the best museum experiences, I’d probably settle for dinner and a movie. Something cheesy that’s playing at the dollar theater; where we’re the only ones there and can yell at the screen.”

She chuckles and his heart flutters, “We already do that, Bell. Quite frequently, actually.”

“Yeah, but if it’s a date then I’d get to kiss you at the end of it.”

“What? No making out during the movie?” she asks and he can picture how cute her face gets when she pouts.

A grin spreads across his face and he’s grateful no one can see how goofy he must look.

“We’ll have to make sure it’s a really bad movie.”

*

(+i)

Clarke rubs some moisturizer on her face before capping the tube and tossing it into her bag on the bed. After ensuring that everything she’s going to need for tomorrow is packed, she zips it up and grabs one of Bellamy’s hoodies to slip on over her clothes.

Ever since he picked her up from the airport when she got back from her trip to Paris, and she ran directly into his arms, giving the other people waiting quite a show, there always seems to be one laying around, waiting for her to find it. She assumes that he gets as much of a thrill out of her wearing them as she does.

She heads down the stairs of their townhouse, passing various pictures and artwork, and shoots Raven one more text not to forget to bring her dress to the venue tomorrow. She’s supposed to help her get ready in the morning along with her mother. In the meantime, Abby has sent a car to pick her up and take her to the hotel. Easier to get ready if she’s already there for the stylist… something else her mother insisted on paying for. No matter how many times Clarke told her she didn’t care what her hair looked like because she was marrying the love of her life.

Clarke locks up the house and greets the driver, slipping into the backseat. She intends to spend the ride lost in thought, going through the checklists that were running through her head.

Their engagement had been on the short side but she didn’t mind. They were both ready to get on with this next chapter in their lives.

Her phone is resting loosely in her hand, face down on her knee, when it starts to vibrate with an incoming call. She holds her breath for a second, praying it isn’t the florist or the caterers. But when she sees the photo of her and Bellamy from New Year’s flash on the screen, she can’t help but smile.

She taps the button and greets him with a sultry, “Hi, handsome.”

“Hey,” he says and she can tell he has a soft smile on his face, the one just for her. “You just leave the house?”

“Yep. On my way to the hotel now, so hopefully you haven’t forgotten anything because it’s too late now.”

“The most important thing is already on its way,” he responds with a teasing lilt.

Clarke can’t help the sharp laugh that escapes her lips, “Oh my god! You are such a sap!”

“I was referring to the ring, obviously, Princess.”

“Oh, obviously,” she says, mock serious.

They chuckle to themselves for a few minutes and she honestly can’t tell if the driver is rolling his eyes or thinks they’re being cute from hearing one side of the conversation.

Bellamy sobers up first only to let out a groan. “I hate whose ever idea this is,” he whines.

“Aren’t you the history professor? Shouldn’t you know where common traditions and such come from?”

He scoffs, “No, I mean I hate whichever of our friends is making us do this.”

The two of them haven’t seen each other since yesterday morning, him having been spirited off by his groomsmen while she was left to spend last night alone in their bed. And now they’re meant to go one more night without seeing each other.

To Bellamy’s point, Clarke isn’t altogether sure why this is a tradition anymore, nor why they are choosing to follow this particular one. She and Bellamy aren’t even that superstitious! And yet somehow they were talked into spending the days leading up to their wedding apart.

“Ah,” she answers him now, “That would be Raven and Miller. Although, I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with marriage traditions and has everything to do with getting back at us for making out in front of them so much.”

Bellamy scoffs again, “Well, jokes on them, because after tomorrow, I don’t ever have to stop kissing you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, “We’ll have to come up to eat at some point.”

The driver pulls up under the awning of the hotel and Clarke gets out and grabs her bag before he’s able to get out and grab it for her. She gives him a wave and a simple thank you before heading through the sliding doors.

“How’s your room?” she asks into the phone as she bypasses the check in desk, her mother having already checked her in and given her the key card to her room this morning when they were getting their nails done.

He heaves a deep sigh. “Lonely,” he answers as she steps into the elevator. From what Clarke knows from his texts, Miller dropped him off here last night and left him to his own devices. Apparently, the best man gets to sleep next to his husband but Bellamy wasn’t allowed to sleep next to his soon-to-be wife.

She makes a split second decision and presses a different button, jolting the elevator to stop sooner than intended. When she steps off she casually offers, “I could help with that.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles. “You going to describe for me what you’re wearing?”

“Hmm,” she hums as if she’s considering it. “I could do that… but I was more thinking that I could show you.”

Clarke stops in front of a door and gives it a nice rhythmic knock.

She doesn’t have to wait long before it’s opening and Bellamy is standing in front of her with his phone against his ear and a huge grin on his face.

She lowers her own phone from her ear, pressing the end button without looking.

“Hi, handsome,” she manages before he’s pulling her into his room.

#no one cares ashleigh #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake x clarke griffin #my fanfiction #i'm going to post this and run away because omg #i feel like this is long and i rambled #and i had some unresolved issues regarding clarke's relationships #anyway #enjoy!

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Home Isn’t just a place

The 100 Masterlist | Full Masterlist 

@ramaalkayyali​ , thanks for suggesting! ;) 

Summary: You and Finn had a strong relationship, you’d tell each other everything. When things go sideways after Mount Weather took some of you and your friends, Finn loses it after noticing the emptiness he felt without you. Killing the Grounders at the camp made him more unstable then he already was. When the enemy found out, they wished to see Finn so he could be punished for the murder of the Grounders. 

Notes: 

There is a couple time skips 

Based off of Season Two Episode Eight: Spacewalker

You and Finn have matching bracelets 

Dialogue Prompts (credits to the original creator: 

“You make me feel safe”

Warnings: None

Finn Collins X-reader: 

I sat in the medic tent, helping Ms. Griffin fill out and organize certain medical supplies. I grabbed my sweatshirt and slipped it over my head as I felt a cool breeze slip through the holes of the tents door. I heard the slight tweet of some  birds, making the surroundings outside more ethereal, the sun beat down on the top of the orange tent. Abby sat at a table, looking through a plastic container. I walked over to her and handed a package of Band-Aids. She gave me a thankful smile before slipping it into the grey bin. Abby and the council ordered Finn to relax, get some sleep since he hadn’t in awhile.

I played with the string of the bracelet as I sat on the stool, brushing some grass off of my jeans. Abby looked up from the container and noticed my nervous motion. “Y/N, you alright?” she asked, turning around to look at me. I glanced away from my corded bracelet and nodded as a response. She narrowed her eyes at me, not believing my answer. 

“I’m worried about Finn,” I answered, “I’m not willing to loose another loved one. I already lost my parents, my brother too.” Abby smiled sympathetically and set the plastic container underneath the white table. She walked over to me, sitting on the other stool beside me.

Abby took my hands away from the bracelet, running her thumb over the top of my hand. “Finn is going to be alright, I won’t let them take him,” Abby reassured, but deep down I knew that wasn’t going to be the case. The Grounders were viscous and malice, all they wanted was blood. I get that they want revenge, but part of me thinks that we could settle this disagreement without bloodshed. 

I loved Finn, I’d hate to see him hurt. “But what if that’s not true,” I said, Abby looked up at me with her face contorted in confusion. “What if they end up taking Finn, and they kill him,” I said, “what’s going to happen then?” Abby sighed and let go of my hands, gently brushing some dirt off of my grey jeans.

“Goodbyes are always the worst, I’d hate for you to say goodbye to such a kind person but maybe that’s something you need to be prepared for,” Abby said. I slowly nodded and watched her get up from the metal stool. She walked over to her desk, slipping her jean jacket on. “Everything’s going to be alright, Y/N/N,” Ms. Griffin said before leaving me in the Medic tent. I looked down at the ground, kicking some grass around.

______

(Time Skip: 4 hours later)

I sat beside Finn, our backs pressing up against a side of the ark. Our hands were intertwined with my head resting on my lovers shoulder. Finn kissed the top of my head as we listened to the chirping of the crickets. The two of us could see the Grounder village settling ahead of the Camp Jaha. “Everything’s going to be alright,” I said. “Is it?” he countered and let go of my hand. I lifted my head up from his shoulder and glanced at him. “Yes,” I said, “We’re going to figure something out.”

“And you believe that?”

“Hell yes,” I replied, smiling. I grabbed Finn’s hand and kissed the top of it. I glanced down and saw Finn wore our matching bracelet’s. He pushed his blue sleeve down, taking the red and silver bracelet off. “What’re you doing?” I asked. He grabbed my wrist and slipped it on. “Finn...” I trailed, sighing. “I’m going to die, I know it’s hard to say and I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s the truth,” he said. I tried to withhold the tears from escaping my eyes, I felt a tear slide down the left side of my face. Finn reached over and wiped it away, I leaned into his touch and rested a hand on top of his.

“You make me feel safe,” I said, “You’re my home, Finn.” The corner of Finn’s mouth lifted as I spoke, his eyes softened. Finn leaned in and lightly pecked my lips. We leaned back and looked into each others eyes, he rested his hands on either side of my face. My boyfriend wrapped his arms around me (GIF Above) and rubbed my back in a circular motion. Finn sighed at the feeling of my body against his. “I love you,” I said, pecking the side of his neck. “I love you too,” he said. The two of us held onto each other for dear life, not wanting to let one another go.

________

(Time Skip: 3 hours later) 

I stood in front of the gate separating the Grounder camp and Camp Jaha. Raven kept her arm linked with mine as we stood a distance away from the enemy. Guards blocked us from leaving the camp to fetch Finn from the Grounders clutches. Clarke and Bellamy stayed on the other side of Me and Raven, watching our enemy gather around each other. I unlinked my arm from hers and slipped through the crowd. “Y/N,” Raven whispered, trying to get my attention. I ignored her calling and rushed over to the medic tent. I grabbed my backpack and took out my gun, slipping it into its holster on my belt. 

I walked out of the tent and was interrupted by Bellamy, Clarke, Raven. The three of them gave me confused looks. “Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy asked, crossing his arms. “Getting Finn,” I replied and walked away from the three of them. Raven grabbed my arm to pull me back. “Not without backup,” she said, holding up her gun. 

We glanced at Bellamy and Clarke to see if they were on board. “There’s 100 of them and four of us, how are we going to reason with them?” Bellamy asked. “Lexa trusts Clarke, if she can somehow convince Lexa to drop the kill order on Finn, we can grab him before they disagree,” I said. 

“And you’re sure this will work?” Bellamy said. 

“It has to,” Clarke responded, “We can’t have anyone else die for our mistakes.” Bellamy took the extra radio out of his pocket and handed it to Clarke. “Use this radio to tell us when to come up,” Bellamy said. Clarke nodded and slipped the walkie talkie into her pocket, she managed to escape through the opposite gate.  The line of Grounders turned their heads to the sound of her footsteps. I gripped the second radio, waiting for the signal. The three of us saw Clarke start to talk with Lexa, it seemed to be going well. 

The commander looked at the Grounders behind Clarke. With a wave of her hand, the Grounders obeyed her order and fell back. They grabbed their weapons and retreated back to their tents. “Now,” Clarke’s voice echoed from the radio. Raven, Bellamy and I walked through the front gate and rushed over to Clarke. “Where’s Finn?” I asked the Commander. Two Grounders walked towards us with my boyfriend’s wrists chained. “Let him go,” Lexa ordered. 

Her followers obeyed her demand, dropping the chains to the dirt floor. Raven took the radio from me, motioning me to go to Finn. I smiled and threw my arms around Finn. “Told you we’d figure something out,” I said. The feeling of Finn’s arms around my waist put me at ease, we finally won. 

#The 100 #Finn Collins #raven reyes #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #abby griffin #finn collins x-reader #finn collins imagines #x-reader #imagines #y/n #alternate ending

[phenomenal1500]

The Azblida | The 100

Summary: Meave Collins, The Dark Angel, was born as Finn Collins younger sister, the only exception to the one child rule. She grew up in Mecha Station, finding out she had blue blood. Never knowing what it was made her curious to ask about it, but she kept one strict rule with her. Never tell anyone, not even her brother. As outlawer she was arrested and placed in the Sky Box, waiting till she would be floated. Only, little did she know, she and 99 other teenagers were send to the ground to see if it was survivable again. On the ground, she meets family, friends and enemies. Will she pick the side of the grounders or the side of her own people. Hard decisions have to be made if she wants to be accepted by everyone around her and will she finally find love or will the truth about her blood betray her before the time comes.

Timeline: The story begins between Blood Must Have Blood Part 2 and Wanheda Part 1.

Relationship: King Roan Kom Azgeda x Meave Collins (OC)

Fandom: The 100

Chapter 1: ~All For Ourselves~

Everything happened so fast when we heard we were sent to the ground all those months ago. I was so grateful to finally get out of that shithole and once on the ground it felt like a dream when I was reunited with my brother, Finn Collins, and my two best friends, Monty Green and Jasper Jordan.

Sadly, of course not everything turned out so pretty as it looked because what we didn't know was that we weren't the only living beings on earth.

We took note of that rather quickly when Octavia was saved from what looked like a water snake by my brother and Jasper was speared by an unknown figure when he tried to jump to the other side of that same damned lake.

It wasn't easy for any of us knowing we, some still teenagers back then, were surrounded by threats and it didn't take long before my forming wrath was fuelled even more by Jasper's deadly injuries and Monty's disappearance....

However, that all wasn't the worst part living on Earth for me.

It was the moment when Clarke tried to arrange an arrangement with the second Heda, Lexa, so we could finally live in peace together.

According to her, the only option to restore our so-called peace was to sacrifice my brother because he was the one to shoot Tondc after all. After that incident I lost the only family member left and decided to make a promise to never bond with anyone again to save me the broken heart and broken emotions.

I had always been an outsider.

A chill breeze tickled Meave's face and made her loose sandy bronde with ash blonde lowlights colored hair wave through the air while she was sitting by a calming lake in Arkadia, drowning into her own thoughts.

It was currently day 43 since Clarke had retreated herself into the wilderness. Most of Skaikru began to pick up their lives again while the remaining group were only wishing for it to be over soon and most of the amenities were wearing off as well which was a big concern.

Outside of the worries about the amenities, Meave was also genuinely concerned about the welfare of Murphy. She had no idea where he had left off to and he hadn't said anything about leaving so she grew more and more worried as the days passed by without seeing him.

Another thing that really bothered her was the situation Jasper found himself in.

During the Mount Weather fight his love was taken from him and even though she didn't know Maya well, Jasper appeared to be heartbroken by her death.

He had lost his way of living and no matter how hard Meave worked to bring the old him back, nothing worked and he only pushed the kind girl away more and more. He was completely isolating himself from everyone else and it grew even so bad he started to get violent towards them so Meave began to give up, giving him some space instead of help. Monty on the other hand couldn't care less about his violent behavior and, no matter what, kept on trying to help him cope with his girl's death even though he didn't want Monty's help either.

It broke her to see Jasper this way, but she had already needed to protect herself against him once and she simply couldn't help him. He was too far gone to cure him with just talking. He needed professional attention, but the medbay was already full and nobody seemed to understand how bad his situation really was.

Monty had told Meave he would keep her informed about his situation and that it was best if she moved on and find something else to do in the meantime so she did.

While Monty helped his best friend, Meave on the other hand began to train with Bellamy and Lincoln with the idea of letting Monty do his thing.

Bellamy, Lincoln, Murphy, Monty and Kane were actually the only ones who really cared about her since day 1 and the girl figured it would be better to stick with people who wanted her around, rather than stick with people who don't even like her or don't want to have anything to do with her.

With a sigh she got up from where she was sitting and decided to make her way to the training rooms, following personal training with Lincoln and Bellamy before the class really started.

After a little sparring with Bellamy, she returned to the lockers on the opposite side of the fighting area and stretched her neck before opening the locker that belonged to her.

From behind her she could hear the grunting and panting that came from both Lincoln and Bellamy as they were heavily training in the background and her hand dug into her locker.

Moving around a little, it took a moment before she finally found her clean towel underneath all her other stuff and Meave wet it a bit to pat her sweaty face.

In the corner of her eye the girl could see Bellamy not being able to dodge a side punch in time and by hooking a foot behind both of Bellamy's legs, Lincoln could easily knock him down which made Bellamy stumble backwards and roughly fall back onto his back.

Bellamy was always bragging about how strong he was towards the group and even towards Lincoln and it seemed he got what he deserved now.

Meave smiled at Bellamy while he made his way to her, stopping right next to her locker to open his own.

"He defeated your ass." The girl laughed and slapped him on his chest with the wet towel that was still in her hands, not seeing his action of snatching it out of them coming. "Hey, what do you think you're doing!"

"Borrowing your towel, is that a problem?" He stared at her with a cocky face expression and she playfully shook her head at his comment.

"I don't want my towel to be full of your sweat." Meave shrugged as she pointed her finger at his bare chest. "Oh and get dressed, you asshole."

"Pair up and fight. Now!"

Lincoln was quick to explain what the group had to do and in no time the crowd went their separate ways to choose a partner based on their weaknesses.

Meave was too distracted at the time by everything that was happening in her surroundings, but even she noticed the glimp of concern in Bellamy's eyes and the way he acted and it worried her deeply.

She had noticed everything seemed to worry her, but that was just the way of living down on Earth.

"Bellamy.... are you okay?"

His eyes switched to her after she tapped his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just heard something about the Ice Nation so I wanted to ask Lincoln about it." The curious girl tilted her head at him, her body filling up with confusion while he was pretending like it was a normal everyday subject as he pulled a simple grey shirt over his head. "You'll see what I'm talking 'bout." Bellamy quickly added before signing to Lincoln to come over to them which caused Lincoln to get worried too.

He probably had seen the concern in Bellamy's eyes as well.

Lincoln walked towards them with a fast pace while grabbing his bottle of water to clench his thirst.

"Lincoln, what do you know about Azgeda?"

"Azgeda? When did you hear about that?" Lincoln had furrowed his eyebrows as Bellamy messed up his hair a bit.

"A few days ago." He answered seriously, but seemed not that aware about who they were or why Lincoln reacted so mysteriously.

"Azgeda is a grounder clan ruled as a kingdom.... they are merciless grounders. Azgeda has a reputation for being ruthless and aggressive and has hostile relations with some of the other clans, mostly Trikru. Their location on Earth stretches for a thousand miles and Azgeda borders the Trikru area at Sector 8. It isn't good to cross paths with those people." Lincoln stopped for a moment to look Meave in the eyes with his stern and anxious facial expression for no reason. "Now, don't get curious, understand?"

"And why is that Lincoln?" She stubbornly questioned him, knowing what he meant, but not actually wanting to believe what he was referring to.

"Rumours told me the Dark Angel is a very curious person, who broke pretty much all the laws that someone can think of back at the Ark." There it was, the warning and secret judgment she was fearing. "Just tell her to not let that curiosity walk around freely again." He raised his brow at her which made her roll her eyes.

Meave knew people were still careful and afraid around her, even though she broke those damn laws to save and help people, but she wasn't like her anymore.

"Fine...." The defeated girl sighed and crossed her arms. "It's none of my business anyway. Oh and by the way, Bellamy? I heard you're going to fill in more gaps on the map.... could you take me with you next time?"

"I will keep it in my mind." She nodded at Bellamy and thanked him for considering it before patting Lincoln on his back. Having said goodbye to both of them, Meave walked out of the room and into the hallway.

Bellamy knew how down she felt around most of the people here and to be fair, she was more useful helping than sitting around doing nothing while letting the rest do it so she hoped he would really keep in her mind.

Meave wandered a few long and boring hallways and opened her room with the silver key that was hanging around her slender neck.

Her room was the furthest away from the workout room or any of the important rooms in general and that was a curse if she was defeated in a tough fight or was just tired because it took ages to get there. Fortunately, she was feeling fit today so it wasn't much of a big deal.

Instead of slamming the heavy door shut behind her back, she gently closed it and jumped onto her bed to lay down.

Her bed wasn't the biggest, but it wasn't the smallest either and she was alone anyway so it didn't matter much anyway. She didn't need all that space if it wasn't going to be filled up by someone any time soon.

Meave's thoughts swirled around her and she became bored quickly. She had already cleaned up everything in her room and had already spent her whole morning training so she actually had no idea what to do for the rest of the day.

After a few minutes of silence she decided to read a little and perhaps pay a visit to Monty and Jasper afterwards.

She picked up the book from her bedside table and right when she wanted to read the first sentence she immediately noticed she couldn't focus on the words at all. Her dark hazel eyes with gray flecks in them made the letters dance around the pages and her mind drifted off to her memories as soon as she had laid the book back down.

Meave had to be honest and say that at first she clearly hated the grounders after they had slaughtered her friends and indirectly her brother too, but after a while she finally understood their side of the story and now it seemed the girl was more invested in their culture than her own. Probably because Meave tried to find another path because she figured she didn't belong anywhere in this world.... in space or on earth.... she just never fitted in and definitely not with her own people, Skaikru.

Skaikru actually made that very clear to her after her actions on the Ark were exposed to the public eye and were labelled as aggressive violation of the law instead of what it actually was.

The lies that were being spread about the woman caused hatred and anger. However, somehow one of the highest ranking people in the council was determined to stop the chaos and has been taking her under his wing ever since Clarke left.... even before her disappearance as well.

Meave still didn't have a clue why Kane took her under his protection, but even if she didn't really need it and she had been the one who made their lives on the ark so difficult, she of course appreciated it nonetheless.

Meave never had a great family, except for her brother, and when he passed away she really had nothing left to lose.

Luckily that feeling was reduced by Kane and the group she was now befriended with trying to help her and she is still so grateful for that.

"Nova? Would you mind playing some music?"

"Yes ma'am~ what song would you like to hear?"

"I have no idea, just turn on my playlist." Her online system was processing her command and Meave sighed in the meantime. She could feel her eyelids becoming heavy while she grew more annoyed and bored by the second. "How was your day, Nova?"

"I am still a programmed online intelligent system. You must stop asking me that question day after day because I still won't be able to answer it no matter how many hours, minutes, or seconds fly by. I don't live and that means I can't enjoy my day or even live one.... do you want to know what kind of weather it'll be tomorrow?" The bored woman cursed under her breath and slammed her clenched fist on top of the small table next to her bed which made an old glass of hers filled with water fall to the floor.

"No. I don't like to know about the weather." She rolled to her stomach, trying to lay down comfortably, while answering Nova.

"Ha ha ha ha...."

"Nova?"

"Battery low."

"You got to be bloody fucking kidding me.... fucking electronics."

Too lazy to clean the mess up that she had caused, she quickly put Nova in the charger and let an old coin of hers roll through her slender fingers after she laid down again. It was one of her little habits that showed up when she got nervous or had to think hard.

She didn't know why, but the word Azgeda made a wave of nervous feelings rush through her body and she didn't like where her thoughts were going. Wanheda.... Commander of Death.... obtain great powers when taking her head. Azgeda.... merciless grounders.

Clarke had to be found and protected again or else she would be dead within a few days, if she wasn't dead already. Everybody knew about the blond woman's bounty by now and if Azgeda is really what they are said to be, merciless, they would want her head on a plate as soon as possible so they could obtain her deadly 'power'.

Meave quickly got off her bed and rushed to her wardrobe to get changed and make a plan to retrieve some supplies for her dangerous trip without anyone realising she took them.

She got dressed into her most used black and white jacket. The fur in the collar was still fluffy even after everything that happened on Earth and the leather combined with the fur made it her warmest jacket so it was the smartest idea to take it with her. Her hair was braided and she tied a matching black and white bandana around her neck before quickly grabbing a huge backpack that was hidden somewhere under a pile of clothing.

Meave casually walked out of her room, hoping nobody would find out what she was actually trying to do and silently sneaked into the kitchen. She knew if the wrong person would find out what she was planning to do, they would lock her up, acting like she was mentally unstable until she would finally give in to their rules and laws.

That wasn't going to happen though.

Stealing as much dried food as was needed for her to survive, she also stored water as well. It was hard to find or produce clean water and definitely if she was going into a cold area where it could all be frozen.

After collecting important necessities for the trip, Meave sneaked back into her room and as she did so, she filled a smaller backpack from when they arrived on Earth with everything that she had found and that was essential for the trip. Besides the food and water, she had also packed important products, dry, clean clothing because of the frozen landscapes and to finish it all, she tied a rolled-up tent to the backpack and her sword to her hip.

After a minute of trying to make a decision, Meave eventually decided to climb through the window because the chance to encounter someone was less that way, even though if she got caught it would look horribly suspicious.

The woman examined the best route to go outside of their camp when she was outward, but was soon reminded of the fact that the walls were improved and the gate was closed and highly guarded as well.

Shit.

Her plan slowly began to fail and she desperately grabbed an iron rod to try and tear the steel plate off the wall, even bending it was enough as long as she could fit through it.

Thanks to the good luck she suddenly received, she could lift one up to get under it and she recklessly ran into the forest as fast as possible.

Running as fast as she could, Meave still managed to hear the people from Arkadia shouting and arguing whether she was a grounder trying to get in or that she was one of them escaping camp. She had to thank the people who believed she was with Skiakru later because if it wasn't for those people she would have been shot by now.

She walked further and further into the direction of the North and kept walking without looking back to our camp.

Exploring caves inside and out and climbing trees to get a better look at her surroundings, there were no signs of life anywhere she went, but she couldn't give it. Every few meters that passed, Meave carved weird symbols into the trees that were located out of sight of others so that if she would find Clarke, she would find the way 'home' faster as well. A couple of hours in, it was already getting darker and colder.

The further she walked into her direction, the colder it got which meant she was getting closer to the North side of their Earth.

"Well, Clarke... where are you hiding?"

#the 100 #the azblida #king roan #king roan kom azgeda #king roan x oc #oc #meave collins #strangers to lovers

[pretend-writer]

Separate Ways (Finn Collins x reader)

Requested

Summary: [Based on season 2] Finn goes insane while looking for his friends that were taken from the Dropship while with Bellamy, Murphy and his girlfriend, Y/N. 

Pairing: Finn Collins x reader

Title Reference: Separate Ways x Craig David

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: swearing, violence, mention of kidnapping

Note: shoutout for @letsmellowjello​ for the request! sorry it took so long, I’ve been busy. Hope you like it! Also another shoutout to @seiraswriting​ for the inspiration behind the fic ♡

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'He has to know where our friends are! He had Clarke's watch!' Finn shouted as he paced back and forth.

'I say we just keep torturing him, he'll talk eventually.' Murphy commented.

Bellamy huffed, 'He's not talking now. What makes you think he'll fess up later?'

After the bloody war with the grounders by the Dropship, our friends were gone. A lot of us were convinced that the grounders may have possibly taken them. Jasper, Monty, Clarke and some of the others disappeared without a trace, or so we thought.

While spying on the grounders at their camp, we saw one of them wearing Clarke's watch around his neck. Knowing that she would never give it up willingly, we were pretty much convinced that the grounders have done something to our friends.

Watching Finn nervously walking around like a lost puppy made me upset, especially because there was nothing I could do to help him ease the pain.

Ever since we've found actual evidence, he's been obsessed with finding them. It was starting to get bad and I was afraid it would get worse.

I walked up to my boyfriend and reached for his hand, trying to calm him down but I could see it was no help. He was still breathing heavily and his eyes were wandering. It scared me to see him like this, I've never seen him act like this before.

'Just take a deep breath, okay? We will figure something out.' I murmured, hoping he'd at least listen to me.

Murphy rolled his eyes, 'Come on. We don't have time for all of that.'

'Shut up, Murphy. I'm worried about our friends but I'm worried about Finn too.'

Finn sighed, 'I'll be fine once we find our friends. And Murphy's right, if we want something out of him we need to try harder.'

'What do you mean harder?' I asked nervously.

'Doing whatever it takes, of course.' He replied without hesitation.

My eyes widened and my heart dropped as I heard those words come out of his mouth. 'Finn, there are other ways we can approach this.'

'How!?' He quickly turned around and yelled as he was in my face. I froze, staring into his eyes and noticing the look in his eyes.

Finn was different; it was different from when he was defending camp or when he was angry when Bellamy bossed him around. The anger in him was deeper than I thought and quite frankly, it started to scare me.

He ignored my stare and approached the grounder that we took hostage. Pulling out his gun, he reloaded it and aimed it at the man.

'Woah, woah. This is crazy Finn. Let's think this through.' Bellamy exclaimed.

'We want to save our friends right? That means we have to do whatever it takes.'

Murphy shrugged. 'It's not like if we do get the answers from him, we're gonna let him flee. He can bring his friends and hunt us down next.'

I turned to Murphy with my brows furrowed, 'Are you kidding me? We're just going to murder him when we don't even have the answer? For all we know, they just looted the Dripship and didn't take our friends.'

Finn chuckled devilishly, 'You really think they just took our things? They've threatened us over and over in the past except now, they've finally got what they wanted; Revenge. Beaides, Murphy is right. We can't let him go.'

'We don't have to do this. There are other ways to solve the issue. We can just trap him here too, you know?' Bellamy said, I've never seen him so serious and less of a dick. For the first time, I actually agreed with him.

'Bellamy's right, Finn. Let me help, maybe we can do something else.' I approached him and grabbed onto his jacket, not knowing that that was a total mistake.

Finn shrugged me off, perhaps a little to hard as the butt of the gun hit me on my forehead. Not expecting such force or even expecting for him to react the way he did, I fell right on my back.

In shock, I was on the floor for a while trying to process what had happened. Finn rushed next to me, kneeling as he reached out for me with tears in his eyes. 'Y/N! I-I'm s-'

'Finn what the fuck! She's bleeding.' Bellamy approached me as well, checking on my wound on my head.

Tears streamed down my face from shock but mostly from disappointment. I lightly mumbled, 'What's wrong with you.'

'I didn't mean this, I'm sorry!' Before Finn tried to grip my hand, I immediately pulled it away.

Was he obsessed and getting high off of torturing this grounder that could possibly be innocent? Or was he genuinely caring for our friends that were gone?

Either way, my boyfriend scared me and I couldn't believe that he went far to where he hurt his own people. His own girlfriend.

With my sleeve, I wiped the blood off of my head. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying as I looked into Finn's eyes. 'I can't believe you.'

While I heard bickering between Murphy, Finn and Bellamy from behind, I left the bunker alone. The person I loved so dearly wasn't the same person I knew from before.

Finn -

As I screamed Y/N's name, I saw her walking away from me and exiting the bunker. I never meant to hurt her, I would never do that to her. The fact I did hurt my heart more than ever.

Bellamy held his hand towards my chest as I tried to chase her outside. 'Let her be for a while, she probably needs space.'

'What do you know about her, huh?' I knew Bellamy meant well but all the rage in me made me yell at him. 'She's my girlfriend and I need to check on her.'

'We're just going to leave good ole dude here?' Murphy pointed at the grounder we were investigating.

'None of that is important right now-' I stopped my thought process, 'I mean it is but Y/N... Y/N.'

Panic rushed all over me, thinking of how her head started bleeding. I did that to my own girlfriend, I mean who does that? I preoccupied myself with finding our friends that I totally forgot the other things in my life that was important.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 'Can I just- I need to talk to her.'

Murphy and Bellamy looked at each other and back to me. Shrugging, Murphy added. 'I don't see why you shouldn't but if he's dead when you come back it's not my fault.'

Bellamy hit him on his shoulder, 'We're not killing him, at least not yet.'

'So can I go?'

There was silence in the bunker, while Bellamy was in his thoughts. After a while, he sighed. 'Go do what you have to do.'

After getting Bellamy's okay, I quickly left the bunker hoping Y/N was right by but she wasn't. Now more than ever, I feared that something happened to her and it was all my fault.

'Y/N!' I yelled looking everywhere around the forest but there were no signs of her. My eyes started to tear up as I imagined the worst possible things in my head. The guilt grew in me more and more as I searched for her.

'What do you want?' I heard mumbling from under the tree, as she was curled up.

'I wanted to come and tell you that I'm sorry.'

Seeing her like this pained me, mostly because I was the cause of all of this. It should have never been like this, I was supposed to be the one protecting her and not hurting her.

'Please know I never meant to hurt you and I won't do it again.'

She nodded, 'I know.'

I kneeled by her, softly laying my finger on her cut that was still bleeding. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.'

'It's okay, I know you are.'

'Not it's not okay.' I grabbed onto her hands tightly, looking into her wet eyes. She'd been crying and it was my fault. 'I was trying so hard to look for my friends and I never was a good boyfriend to you in the process.'

'You're doing the right thing, you know? This is really important.'

'But Y/N, you're important to me too. I've been so wrapped up in all of this and forgot to appreciate that you're still with me. I'm truly sorry for that.'

Y/N nodded, wrapping her arms around me for a hug. 'I know it was a mistake. It just... just scared me a little that's all.'

'I'll be careful, okay? I promise, I promise.' I sniffled, wiping my tears away as I gave her a hug back. 'I love you, Y/N.'

#finn collins x reader #finn collins imagine #finn collins fic #the 100 fic

[tophbiefong]

Throwback to when JRot tried to make us care more about Grounder culture/history than about the Delinquents and the show almost got cancelled

#good times good times #what a fuckin idiot amirite #season 3 aka the worst season in the history of television #the 100 #bellamy #clarke #octavia #jasper #monty #raven #finn collins #harper #abby #wells #murphy #miller #bellarke #jonty #princess mechanic #anti jason rothenberg #anti jroth #bellamy x clarke #marcus kane #kabby #thelonious jaha

[clarketomylexa]

halley’s comet and other extenuating circumstances ch. 3

“It’s snowing?” 

Lexa nods. 

As if she needs to know for sure, Clarke pushes herself up on an elbow, unwashed hair slipping from behind her ear as she pulls back a wispy curtain to expose a backyard full of snow. 

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She gets the text at six a.m. 

Her phone buzzes by her head and she reaches back, frowning unhappily as she uncurls herself from the warmth of flannel sheets and her long-sleeved pyjama top to answer it, cold worming its way under the dips and creases of the fabric. 

It takes a moment to find, and another to figure out why it’s tucked upside down into the storage trolley Clarke keeps on the wrong side of her bed for her acrylics, clock and a little vase of fake, dollar store flowers instead of her own nightstand but when she remembers why she smiles. 

Winter is awesome. 

It’s even better than Fall if Lexa had to rank the seasons — and not just because football season is over. While September gave her her girlfriend and Clarke on the sidelines in her uniform, Winter so far has had Jake working long hours and Abby pulling second third at the hospital and a mutual agreement between both of their parents that being home alone together is better than Clarke being home alone by herself. 

It’s meant cash pinned to the fridge, along with a note in Jake’s handwriting to order something other than sticky rice and egg rolls from Haun Garden for dinner and sitting in Lexa’s bedroom beneath glow in the dark stars, all faded and plastic and peeling from the ceiling, swapping answers for AP calculus over cold Pop-Tarts and Coca Cola cans. 

(Even better, it’s meant Clarke in Lexa’s Pikachu pyjama pants and pictures for prosperity — one half of a cheap, silver heart necklace from a kiosk at the mall draped around her neck over her t-shirt). 

And yeah, maybe Lexa’s Spanish conjugations have veered toward sloppy ever since Clarke started whispering quiet querida’s and mi corazón’s to Lexa under her breath during class — she thinks she might have single-handedly kick-started Señor Moreno’s nervous breakdown the first time she answered a question with sorry, I don’t know — but the kisses traded later, in the alcove outside the arts classroom in B block more than make up for it. 

“Clarke,” she whispers, digging her way through the intricate layers of comforters and quilts on the bed until she finds the lump. 

It’s a blond lump, tucked cozily into a grey-green Polis High School Cheerleading sweatshirt, pyjama pants and the Christmas socks Lexa slipped into her stocking the day before Christmas Eve, and it squirms unhappily when it’s poked, glaring at Lexa past the edge of her pillowcase with slitted, sleepy eyes. 

“What?” 

Lexa hands over her phone in reply and Clarke takes it with cold fingers, blinking at the screen as she reads the text from Lexa’s Mom. 

Roads are closed. Daddy called the school board and you don’t have school today. Be home for dinner, please. Love you.

“It’s snowing?” 

Lexa nods. 

As if she needs to know for sure, Clarke pushes herself up on an elbow, unwashed hair slipping from behind her ear as she pulls back a wispy curtain to expose a backyard full of snow. It’s harsh and white in the light from the porch. A thick layer of it sits on the patio furniture and the grass is buried from fence to fence, boxed in on either side by big, sloping mountains, the ice yellow and green and starburst red in the reflection of the Christmas lights still hung up on the trellis. 

It’s January now, Christmas is over, but the Griffin’s have a habit of leaving their decorations up well past Epiphany much to the annoyance of Mrs Gardiner across the cul-de-sac who has her lights up and down on a practically military timetable. Jake has been promising to do it for the past two weeks, ever since he went back to work after the holidays but he says it with enough of a twinkle in his eye that Lexa knows they’ll still be up come Valentine’s Day and beyond. 

(Lexa is OK with that; when she thinks about sitting cross-legged with Clarke on the porch on February Fourteenth, watching the lights catch in the spun-silk of her hair, she wonders if spite is enough for Jake to leave them up all year round). 

“Shit!” Lexa hisses when cold air unexpectedly invades the pocket of heat she’d eked out against Clarke’s mattress. She traps her arms against her chest, pulling the cuff of her sleeve down with her thumb as she watches her girlfriend move around the room in a single chin of light from the open curtain. 

A pair of UGG boots are flung out of the bottom of the closet and she frowns. “What are you doing?” 

“Going outside,” Clarke tells her from the foot of her bed where she pulls the sheepskin boots over her socked feet. 

She looks so pretty in the six a.m. light — so loved and worn in wearing Lexa’s pyjamas and her cheerleading sweatshirt — that Lexa can’t even summon the strength to tell her no when her own sneakers are fished from the depths of the overnight bag she stowed under Clarke’s desk the afternoon before. 

Instead, she takes them dumbly, looping the laces around cold fingers and wondering if there’s anything in the world she wouldn’t do for Clarke Griffin. 

//

It appears not, she thinks as she follows Clarke downstairs half an hour later, clinging to her sweater sleeve in the pitch dark of the stairwell. 

During the day the alcove is lit up — the walls practically a shrine to a gap-toothed Clarke in her powder blue little league jersey grinning proudly from the front of every frame — but now, Lexa struggles to see as she follows her girlfriend through the dark. 

Clarke disables the alarm with Lexa’s fingers firmly ensconced in hers, unlatching the patio door, grinning madly as she pulls Lexa with her out into the biting cold, so perfect and complete, it steals the breath straight from Lexa’s lungs. 

Cold air worms its way under her t-shirt, raising goosebumps up her arms and she pokes her thumbs into her cuffs to combat it, her shoulders hunched against the chill. She watches Clarke next to her as she shuffles her soggy UGG boots to the edge of the deck and reaches an upturned palm out as far as it will go, watching the flakes settle into the crevices of her skin. 

“It hasn’t snowed like this since February,” Lexa says, crossing her arms over her chest to preserve the warmth. The snowflakes in front of them are coming down in thick, wide clusters, unlike the sleet that came before Christmas and turned the football field to slush. They cling like velcro to Clarke’s hair and clothes. 

“Since Atom fell in the parking lot and ate ice trying to invite Octavia to the Sadie Hawkins dance,” Clarke remembers, laughing. 

Lexa frowns. “Aren’t the girls supposed to ask the guys to those?” She remembers that particular dance in vivid, excruciating detail. How Clarke asked Finn Collins to go with her and how she — forced to go by Anya, the only Junior on the decorating committee — stood in the corner by the restroom all night, watching the little throng of Freshmen slow dance a few feet away, pulling uncomfortably at the stretchy hem of her Forever 21 dress. 

It had pretty much been the worst night ever. The crepe paper constellations tacked to the ceiling hadn’t even been astrologically correct. 

“They’re supposed to,” Clarke shrugs, blinking up at the sky. Wet snowflakes string themselves like beads through her hair and Lexa itches to reach out and touch them. “No one does though. They just wait for the guys to buy their tickets and like about how they asked them.” 

That seems stupid to Lexa — like a whole lot of mental gymnastics just to make sure people think you don’t care. Then again who is she to judge? 

“I’d ask you,” she whispers, digging her chin into her shoulder as she looks over at Clarke. 

“I’d ask you too,” Clarke grins. 

(It sounds a little like something else). 

//

When she wakes up again three hours later, it’s light. 

There’s a space heater pointing at them from the open doorway — she can see the extension cord snaking away down the corridor — and Clarke is flush-cheeked next to her when she looks over, propped up on her elbows as she scrolls through her phone. 

“Hi,” she looks down at her, smiling in the same way as she has done every morning since they started sleeping in each other’s beds. 

Her hair is still a little damp around the crown — a shade darker than the rest of her head like damp, wet sand — and Lexa reaches up to tuck a kinky, blond lock away from her eyes, feeling Clarke preen under her touch. “What’s the time?” 

“Nine,” Clarke replies. “You’re phone’s been buzzing.”  

“It’s just Anya,” Lexa guesses, reaching over to unplug her phone from her charger. Sure enough, it is, Half a dozen Snapchat’s she forgot to reply to tonight — mostly because they were all teasing her about how whipped she is for spending her lunch hour yesterday huddled on the bleachers watching her girlfriend run make-up lacrosse drills — plus a new phone sits on her lock screen. She thumbs the notifications away and presses her camera against the comforter to send a reply. “She’s picking me up at four.” 

“Awesome,” Clarke throws her phone down on the mattress. She tosses her hair out of her face as she slides a bare leg over Lexa’s hip and Lexa has to remind herself to breathe. 

She thinks remembers Clarke tossing her pyjama pants away in the hours after they went back to bed. It hadn’t seemed like such a big deal then, but now she can feel Clarke’s knee pressed against the bare skin of her waist, everything inside of her feels like it’s on fire. 

Honestly, she’d been pretty upset to note that the whole constantly horny side effect of being a sixteen-year-old girl hadn’t gone away when she got a girlfriend to relieve the tension with. If anything, it’s only gotten worse. Like, a lot worse. She wonders if her and Anya’s newfound closeness extends to talking about…this.  

“What do you want to do?” 

//

What Clarke wants are pancakes. 

Lexa sits on the granite countertop with a plastic bottle of her batter in her hands while she bangs pots and pans around in the butler’s pantry and wonders if this is what all the songs mean when they talk about love.  

It’s puke worthy to even think about, let alone say out loud; so unbearably cliche for someone so reliant on logic and reason but it feels good not to be striving for something anymore. It’s all still there in the background — track meets, debate, a million AP classes she isn’t even sure she enjoys — but they don’t feel as imperative as they did before. She doesn’t feel like she will fade into oblivion if, one day, she doesn’t want to be valedictorian anymore. 

Besides, Clarke makes it feel like it’s OK to think in cliches. Mostly, it’s just the ‘l’ word that’s been knocking around her head recently that has her nervous; she’s no expert, but she’s pretty sure they’re too young and it’s too soon to be feeling something so big and important.

She plants the bottle of pancake batter on the counter when she realises she’s about to peel the label off, picking sticky residue off of her restless fingers. 

“Did you know the average snowflake falls at a rate of three point one miles per hour?” 

It isn’t snowing anymore. The sky is bright blue and cloudless but every now and again, flat, white chunks will fall from the slope of the Griffin’s roof, leaving powdery piles on the ground beneath the kitchen window. 

“Only you would turn a snow day into a physics lecture,” Clarke complains, grinning at her as she emerges from the pantry with the skillet. She plants it on the cooktop and turns on the gas, pouring a dollop of batter into the pan. 

“Why should you miss out on learning just because of some anomalous weather?” Lexa teases innocently. 

“Oh,” Clarke trills, “someone’s been doing their SAT prep.” She leans across the counter until Lexa can feel her breath against her ear and whispers in a half-cocked porn-star moan: “I love it when you use big words.” 

“Ostentatious,” Lexa murmurs back, taking the bait. “Evanescent. Spurious. Anachronistic.” 

Clarke giggles sweetly, her cheeks pink and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Keep going,” she requests and Lexa tries desperately to remember the words written on the neon green queue cards tacked to the wall above her bed. 

(In other news, she’s pretty sure she’s found a new revision tactic and files that away for later). 

“Empirical. Ignominious. Unilateral…Clarke!”  

“I didn’t see that one on the list but I’ll go with it.” 

“No!” Lexa squeals, pointing at the stovetop in alarm. “Clarke!” 

“Shit!” Clarke blanches at the smoking pan, lunging for the handle. 

“Don’t touch it!” 

“Fuck!” 

Taking the kitchen towel from the rail on the oven, Lexa winds it carefully around the handle of the smouldering pan, carrying it carefully to the island where she dumps it in the sink. It sizzles angrily against the water leftover in the breakfast dishes beneath it, billowing smoke in thick, blake waves and Clarke stares at her charred pancake despondently. 

“So…Gus’s?”  

//

They go to the diner, wrapping up in UGG boots and hoodies, tucking their wallets into their pockets and their ears under their beanies as they trudge through the snow. The smell of smoke is still trapped between in Clarke’s hair and every time she bumps up against Lexa as they walk — cinched far too close together on the otherwise empty sidewalk — she bursts into fits full of giggles, shoulders bouncing under her hoodie. 

It had taken three minutes for Abby to call once the smoke alarm went off — screaming loud enough for Lexa to flea to the porch while Clarke stood on the kitchen stool to fan the smoke away from the sensor — and fifteen more for Clarke to convince her the house was still standing. 

(“Mom, would I be talking to you from the landline if it wasn’t?”)

She made Clarke promise to stick to takeout and grilled cheese made in the sandwich press and maybe sign up for Home Ecc next semester but eventually, she hung up, telling Clarke she’d see her tonight and Clarke had scraped the remnants of the pancake into the trash before turning to Lexa with a look like a scolded child. 

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today,” Gus grunts when they enter the diner, looking up from where he stands behind the counter with a mug of thick, black coffee. 

For all the time she’s spent with him, Lexa can’t tell if it means he’s happy to see them or not. What she thinks is exasperation one day could just as easily turn out to be fondness. 

He refuses to let Lexa take on a shift when she offers now that she doesn’t have school, sitting them in their booth by the window with two sticky menus and two mugs of coffee instead and mumbling something about teenagers being half-naked in the snow when Clarke stretches enough that her bare stomach shows under the hem of her cropped hoodie. 

Clarke waits until he retreats to the kitchen with two orders of pancakes scribbled down needlessly on his notepad before she leans over the table conspiratorially, smoke still lingering on the collar of her hoodie. 

“I think he’s starting to like me.” 

//

Gus cuts them off after their third cup of coffee. 

Lexa pushes her mug towards him when he does the rounds with the coffee pot, offering it to the three other customers who have braved the roads that the ploughs are still in the process of clearing but he shakes his head when he stops in front of them, clearing their breakfast plates instead. Lexa’s jaw drops, indignant. 

“You’re sixteen. What do you need caffeine for?” 

“I take four AP classes,” Lexa fires bag, offering her mug again. 

Gus slides it back towards her. “Go outside, Lexa.” 

Rolling her eyes, Lexa puts two twenties on the table that she knows Gus is going to put towards her paycheque next month and the two of them slide out of the booth. 

Clarke doesn’t want to go home yet. They left the windows downstairs open on their safety catches as Abby told them to but the kitchen still smells like smoke so she pulls Lexa towards the park instead, using her sleeve to wipe the powdered snow from the swing and lowering herself to the rubber seat. Lexa takes the tone next to her, digging the toes of her soggy boots into the ground to stop herself from moving. 

Despite the temperature and her breath fanning out in front of her like locomotive steam, Lexa doesn’t feel cold. There’s syrup instead of gloss on her lips and she’s starting to lose feeling in her toes — she wiggles them in the tips of her boots to no avail — but when Clarke leans over, cinching their swings together by the cold, metal chains, Lexa doesn’t think she’s ever felt warmer in her life.

She presses her forehead against Clarkes, the rim of her beanie trapped between them, and feels Clarke’s breath bloom hotly against her collarbone. It feels intimate; far too intimate for the swings in the middle of the morning. It seems like something that should happen as they lie in Clarke’s bed at night, Clarke’s five-fingered grip pressed firmly against the flat expanse of her stomach and backs turned against the open bedroom door — Abby’s rule, not theirs. She shivers. 

“Are you cold?” 

When she doesn’t reply, Clarke’s snakes an arm around her torso, frigid fingers slipping between her hoodie and the waistband of her sweatpants and Lexa shrieks, bucking wildly against the cold. Her swing lurches sideways, the chain slipping out of Clarke’s palm, and Lexa careens backward, landing with her top rucked up in a pile of wet snow. 

For a moment, all she can feel is cold. The cold, harsh kind that slings itself through her veins as the snow soaks the ribbed hem of her hoodie and up into the fabric back of her bra. Then, Clarke’s face is blinking at her owlishly from above, two amused and one part guilty — it only takes her a second to laugh. 

“Now I am.” 

Apologetic, Clarke’s fingers slip in a circle around her wrist, muscles straining against Lexa’s weight but Lexa leans back with two hands and pulls Clarke down to the snow with her instead. She lets out a scream, kneeing Lexa inelegantly in the crotch when she hits the ground but Lexa thinks she probably deserved it. 

“So am I,” Clarke looks at her, chest pressed close enough that Lexa can feel the little vibrations from her giggles through the thick fabric of their hoodies. 

Clarke rolls off of her when the mother of a two-year-old in a pom-pom hat on the other side of the playground gives them a tight-lipped look — at the ruckus or at the sight of them cinched on top of each other, Lexa doesn’t know. Curling on her side against the gritty, snowy ground, Clarke shoots her long, farcical faces while Lexa tries to stifle the laughter that rises within her, rolling like waves of champagne bubbles. 

It shouldn’t even be funny — it isn’t funny — but every second she spends with Clarke feels like a reason to laugh and it makes her happy in the most perfect way. 

When she gets herself under control a minute later, fits of giggles tapering off into snatched, little hitches of breath, Clarke is watching her, lips trapped between her teeth, and Lexa knows she feels the same. 

//

“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?” 

They’re clean and dry now, curled together like two halves of a closed shell against the rumpled sheets of Clarke’s bed. 

She had dragged Lexa upstairs once they got home — shivering and cold in their wet, snowy clothes — and while everything inside of her had rebelled when Clarke reached for her pyjama pants and fleece to climb back under the covers, the temperature was low enough — that deep, stinging cold that slings itself through hardwood and window panes — that, even if they hadn’t left the windows open for most of the morning, the central heating and space heater combo probably couldn’t have done much to combat it. 

Instead, it was the way that Clarke had pulled her down to the mattress with a wicked smile when Lexa was only halfway through putting her pants on that had given flushed cheeks and that sweet, syrupy warmth back to her body. Her heart is still recovering. 

“Here.” 

(She means it too — whole-heartedly and with every fibre of her being. She’d give up a ticket to the moon if it meant she could relive this moment ad infinitum). 

Clarke gives her a funny, little look. 

“You’re a sap, you know that?” 

#clexa #clexa fic #clexa mood board #high school au #cheerleader clarke #nerd lexa #fluff #to break up some of the yuckiness on my dash #i made the mood board before christmas #so it's irrelevant now #sorry about that #written in a fit of 2am inspiration #can't vouch for the quality #oh well