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notelcol · 4 months

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In which John Murphy steps out of his comfort zone.

Trigger warning : blood, reference to violence.

No one asked for this one but it’s here anyway and vaguely edited 😈

(It came out a little longer than intended, I got ever so slightly carried away…)

When Murphy came back from the grounder prison camp, despite him being the bully of all the delinquents, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. What did Bellamy expect after exiling his once second in command? We should have seen this coming. The grounders would have been fools not to take Murphy for all the information he had. Blood was smeared all over him. You couldn’t tell where it was originating he had that many wounds. The image of his torture made you shudder. Even his fingernails had been ripped from his fingers. You looked away. Forgetting all the times you had needed to confront him to protect others, you made a choice.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked Clarke, the only person with medical experience.

“You can find someone to go with you to the path that leads to Mount Weather.” She said with a sigh. “The poison sumac there would be really helpful.” The tired blonde uttered her thanks, while you left to find Octavia. She would most certainly accompany you.

Murphy watched through one eye, since his other was tightly inflamed. He could not fathom why you would be willing to risk your life leaving camp, simply to acquire a calming herb to ease his plight. Especially because the last time you saw each other, you were fighting him to save a child. A child who murdered the chancellors son, and got him hung to within an inch of his own life. Murphy hated you for that, so why didn’t you? The child you were trying to save did die because of him after all. He was a black and white sort of man. One who never understood forgiveness. A person would come to blows once and that’s it, they are dead to him. He always stood by those very rules. Until you, who only fought him in the name of peace. Which is why risking yourself to help someone who truly needs it, came natural to you. Even if it meant giving a second chance to someone like Murphy.

Unfortunately none of the hundred felt the same way as you. After failing to find Octavia, you begun asking around camp for someone to go with you. When that also failed miserably, you decided to grab a gun and head out alone.

The expedition went as well as you could have hoped. You did not feel the many eyes of the forest on you for once. In fact, it was so calm outside of camp that it almost spooked you. You decided to grab extra of the plant while you were there, to save Clark and Fin a job. Finally, your bag was full and it was time to turn back. You realised that you were a little bit out of breath after a few steps. You must have been picking the flowers for longer than you thought.

The walk back to camp felt much more tiring, so your feet began to drag. You could feel the sweat dripping all over your body, particularly annoying you around your top lip. Huffing, you removed your coat and wiped away the sweat from your face with it. You moved to tie it around your waist, only to be hit by a wavering buzz. It sent your whole body spinning. You watched your coat drop to the floor and finally noticed the blood. All that blood, covering most of the garment. You were so dazed that you didn’t even notice you had fallen.

“Get. Up.” You growled to yourself. Sputtering thick crimson, you clawed at the mud. This must be biological warfare. Your symptoms too similar to Murphy’s to be a coincidence. This revelation only cemented your determination to get this poison sumac back to camp. If you had caught it, then others must have too. Your mind went round in loops while your arms refused to rest. Until you inevitably exhausted yourself and dropped your head to the forest floor.

Murphy was finally starting to feel better. The countless patients in the drop ship could not say the same. As he gave water to a quiet girl named Fox, the fabric around the drop ship door ruffled loudly. Miller came rushing in with you slumped in his arms, blood and dirt covered you to the point where you were almost unrecognisable. He watched as you were dropped into a hammock. A strange feeling, one he could not identify, filled his chest as your bag spilled open revealing the many poison sumac flowers you had brought back.

You awoke to the feeling of something cold and wet on your forehead. You groaned at the heaviness in your lungs, which only caused the blood to gurgle and spurt from your mouth. As you choked, your eyes shot open to be faced by Murphy. His eyes almost went as wide as your own as he quickly removed the cold cloth from your head and pushed you onto your side. Your breath shook in relief. Instantly oxygen came easier, and the blood drained away.

“Rest.” He spoke in a softer tone than you thought was even possible from Murphy. Of their own accord, your eyes fell closed once more. The blood was wiped from your face in a manner that felt more like caress, helping you drift away peacefully to your dreams.

For the first time in his life, Murphy had entered his personal grey area. Your undeserved kindness showed him the world through a lens other than his own rage and paranoia. He decided then and there that he would take care of you until you recovered. Allowing himself to believe it was getting even, when really it was something else entirely. It was simply another thing he had yet to understand.

#fluff #x reader #john murphy #the 100 #cw the 100 #the 100 x reader #grounders #angst with a happy ending #light angst #genshin fluff #john murphy x reader #hurt/comfort #caretaker #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #scifi #fanfic #writing

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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🌿INTJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Lawful Neutral 🔮Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon, Leo Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You were in opposing clans - yours did not follow Lexa’s rule. Your family had thought their representative should have been Commander.

⭑ You both met and fell in love in the forest.

⭑ She had taken time out of her day to decompress in the leafy cover, while you spent most of your time out there.

⭑ Like Aurora (Briar Rose) and Prince Philip in Sleeping Beauty -

⭑ She watched as you spoke to the birds, making sure not to step on snails or bugs. No matter your exterior, your heart was and always will be, gentle.

⭑ Your romance was slow - building and building with each interaction.

⭑You weren’t 100% sure if the woman you had met in the forest was the Commander. She didn’t say she was - but there was something about her demeanor that you found familiar.

⭑ You’re basically the princess of your clan, with your parents in charge. But you don’t hold onto a monarch’s reign, the people just see you as a princess. It’s your nickname.

⭑ You’re definitely a chaotic good

⭑ And Lexa wishes she could have freedom like yours

⭑ So she watches you while you can make your own decisions, without the world on your shoulders

⭑ It isn’t jealousy, because Lexa knows that people have difficulties no matter how privileged they are or appear to be.

⭑ You just choose to follow your heart

⭑ After getting to know Lexa, you realise how truly amazing she really is

⭑ Lexa always puts you at ease. She’s grounding. Truthful. Honest. While also being passionate. (Big Earth and Fire signs).

⭑ You both kept the relationship a secret - only meeting each other alone, in the forest. It became your sanctuary, a place where you could go and feel safe.

⭑ Her proposal struck you with great surprise.

⭑ Lexa is highly protective of you and will do her best to keep you out of dangerous situations. But even as an important figure in the community, you want to do your duty and fight for your people.

⭑ Your parents were completely against the marriage, not because you were both women, but because they hated the infrastructure that Lexa represented

⭑ So you married anyway

⭑ But you didn’t know that Lexa had extended an olive branch and during your reception, all your family was there

⭑ This created a huge change in the future. And this was written in the history books.

⭑ Lexa lets you put on her battle makeup and she does the same for you

⭑ And when the 100 arrives, and the world you know now is shaken to its core - you and Lexa still held strong

⭑ The grounders appear even more collected, as your clan is rather large

⭑ And you’re one of the people to sway Lexa into letting the 100 live

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Enemies to Lovers

✧ Forbidden Love

✧ Marriage Creates Allies

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Lexa is surprisingly very gentle during sex. She doesn’t like to be dominant and prefers to be slow and sensual.

⭑ Her fingers grip your thighs as she smells your sex. Leaving little bites on the sensitive and exposed area.

⭑ Pulling her hair and kissing her fiercely

⭑ Grinding on each other and whining until someone gives in and rips the others’ clothes off

⭑ She has amazing fingers and can do wonderous things with them

⭑ Lexa likes fucking you on the throne

⭑ But her favourite place is on the floor, with you on your back.

⭑ Sex isn’t too serious, and light-heartedness surrounds the both of you while you pleasure each other

⭑ Isn’t into risky sex, and likes the safety of her chambers

⭑ Having baths together are a must, and it’s there when she truly worships your body

⭑ She likes humming while cleaning your body and nipping at your tender nipples

⭑ Yeah, she would totally eat ass

⭑ And period sex would be a common occurrence.

#commander lexa #commander lexa x reader #commander lexa headcanons #lexa x reader #the 100 #the 100 headcanons #the 100 x reader #the 100 headcanon #grounders #queer #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #LGBT #LGBTQIA

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hd-junglebook · 28 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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daria1611 · 2 months

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i’m reading a Bellamy Blake x reader or smth fanfic, but I can sense sort of tension between main character and Roan, so what am I supposed to do with myself now???? I love Bellamy just fine, but then there’s Roan who is kinda hot now I can’t say whether I would like the main character to be with bellamy or roan

#the 100 #bellamy blake #roan kom azgeda #ice nation #sky people #grounders #bob morley #zach mcgowan

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zhangyulian · 11 months

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These two characters have been living in my head rent free lately and I thought to myself, Spider and Madi would make an epic duo fighting alongside each other and even being friends.

A) Both are orphans of war

B) They both share parent trauma (Spider’s parents died attempting to protect what they thought was humanity’s only way to survive, and Madi’s parents died attempting to keep her safe against the Fleimkepas and other warriors in the last minutes of Praimfaya before the Earth was scorched in fire)

C) Both have grown up in a forest (Spider in Omatikaya territory, and Madi in Shallow Valley)

D) They’re both children turned teens that carry a lot of baggage for such a young age and are very aware of it

E) They both wish to be normal

D) They’re both loyal, stubborn, independent, selfless and loving

F) They’re not afraid to fight back

G) Their genetics makes them different from everyone else (Spider is a human amongst Na’vi, Madi is a natural born Natblida amongst red blooded Grounders)

H) Speak another native language besides English (Spider Na’vi Omatikaya dialect, Madi Trigedasleng)

I) Both are allies to clans related to trees (Spider = Omatikaya living in the forest, Madi = Trikru also living in the forest)

J) Their allies have human enemies (Omatikaya = RDA humans, Trikru = the Mountain Men)

K) They’re both adopted by others in a way without calling them “mom” or “dad” (Spider = Norm and Max, Madi = Clarke)

L) Both have curly hair!

M) They’ve been taken at least once by evil forces (Spider taken by RDA and Recoms, Madi taken over by Sheidheda and The Primes of Sanctum)

N) Both know how to use weapons to defend and attack (Spider = bow and knife, Madi = swords, knives, guns, and traps)

O) Both are surrounded by future tech (Spider = RDA, Madi = Eligius)

P) Both are involved in some type of neural connection (Spider surrounded by Eywa and living creatures using queues, Madi with The Flame mind chip embedded in her skull)

Q) Both we’re tortured via invasive mind surfing devices (Spider by the RDA, Madi by The Disciples)

R) Both like to joke around, have fun, and try not to think about the craziness of the world around them other than the happy memories they can make

S) They look out for kids near their age (Spider with the Sully siblings, and Madi with Luca and the Sanctumite children)

T) They’re both children born into wars they didn’t ask to be a part of, but stay strong for those they care about and make the best of their situations

U) Both wear some type of paint on their bodies (Spider with blue paint, Madi with her own blood)

I have other ideas of them meeting in different scenarios. I’ll share them in separate posts, but let me know what you guys think of the above info! And if you have any scenario ideas you’d like to see these two in?

#spider socorro #miles spider socorro #madi kom louwoda kliron kru #madi griffin #avatar #avatar twow #cw the 100 #the 100 #na’vi #grounders #louwoda kliron kru #trigedasleng

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topazy · 2 years

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Sky of stars

Pairings: Lexa/reader

Warnings: Character death, mentions of blood

Chapter: 0.07

You stood panting, as your eyes traced over all the bodies on the floor. It was a surreal feeling knowing you were standing in front of the next commander.

You were in love with the next commander.

“Ai hodnes,” Lexa approaches you and cups the side of your face with her free hand, her other hand still clenched around her blood-soaked weapon. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, unable to form a verbal reply.

A look of concern crosses her face while stepping back. “Y/N…”

“Hofli keryon kom commanders choose yu,” you finally say.

—

You walk closely behind Lexa through the woods, checking that the area is clear. You hadn’t said much, which hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Lexa suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you. She looks almost remorseful. Her lips parted but no words came out.

You clear your throat and blink away any tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. You refuse to let your emotions get the better of you. “I can’t help but wonder if any of these men are the ones who raided my village, if they are the ones who took my mother.”

“I promise you, here and now, that when the time comes, I will do whatever I can to save our people.”

You pressed your forehead against hers. “I know,” you sigh. “We should find Anya. I think the mountain men are gone for now.”

—

You regrouped with the rest of your clan inside caves south of the Trikru village. Anya had informed you both that two warriors had fallen by the hands of the mountain men. They had run out of the cave to lure the men who had gotten dangerously close to the cave. They sacrificed themselves. They died as heros. As true warriors.

Anya stood in front of you and smirked before standing on a rock to address her people. “Today we lost warriors at the hands of the mountain men. Make no mistake, when this war is over we will be victorious and stand in the blood of our enemies! Jus drein jus daun!”

“Jus drein jus daun!”

The whole Trikru continued to chant as you made your way back to the village. Anya had sent riders to check it was clear beforehand, so she knew it was safe to travel.

The war with the mountain men was far from over, but you couldn’t help the feeling of optimism that filled you. Maybe it was the chanting, or the way Lexa smiled at you, but all the dread you’d been carrying suddenly disappeared.

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Moonlight and the small burning beacons are your only sources of light amid the night sky and trees. In the corner of your eye, you noticed one person wasn’t chanting. Ona. Despite growing up in the same clan, you didn’t know much about her, aside from the fact she was a few years younger than you.

You slowed your pace to not make it obvious that you were watching her. Something was off. You could feel it in your bones.

When you finally reached your village, you hung back and watched as the rest of your village entered, and Ona stayed back. You watched in horror as she readied her bow and arrow.

Ophelia.

You ran as fast as you could towards where she stood. You recalled the look in her eyes when you cut Ophelia. You’d assumed Ona and Dela would hate you for betraying one of your own, but you never thought she’d follow through with the plan to assassinate the Trikru leaders.

She wasn’t going to stop trying to kill them, so you needed to stop her.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turns to face you. Ona’s eyes widen as she jumps down.

“Ona!”

“You betrayed us!” She spits back.

You lunged forward and plunged your knife into her neck. At the same time, you felt an agonising pain in your lower stomach.

You stumble back and look down to see an arrow sticking out of your stomach. Your vision began to blur, but you could make out the sounds of voices getting louder around you.

—

Your eyes open slowly and the vision of a person leaning over you becomes clear. Lexa jumps a little when you weakly squeeze her finger. “Ai hodnes, are you in pain?”

You shake your head. Lexa’s beautiful eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. “Ona?”

“She’s dead.” Lexa pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Don’t, you were leading your people home. That’s what a real commander does. It’s what you're going to do until the day you die.”

A feeling of warmth takes over your whole body. Your eyes look down at the bed you are lying on. The fur covering your body was dark brown, but you could still make out the fresh blood soaking through it. You knew you were bleeding out and didn’t have much time left, as you were starting to feel extremely tired.

Lexa leans down beside you and brushes strands of hair off your sweaty forehead. She lets out a breathy sob, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you whisper, “I love you too.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒 ⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

You watched for years as Lexa grieved the loss of those she loved and cared about. You watched her mourn for Costia when Nia killed her. Watched as she remained strong when Anya died. Watched as she betrayed Clarke Griffin, the girl from the sky who she had deep feelings for, so that she could hold onto a promise that she made to you and free the grounders from the mountain men.

You watched proudly as Lexa Kom Trikru became the greatest commander that ever lived.

You dreamed of being reunited with Lexa one day, but when her spirit left her human body, you didn’t go see her. You gave her time. Lexa still had work to do. She needed to help Clarke save the human race one last time before she could truly be at peace.

The sounds of branches snapping behind you made you smile. She had finally found you. You looked down at the beautiful flowers around you. Lexa looked speechless as she approached you, “I remember this place.”

You did as well. It was identical to the place you introduced yourself to one another after escaping the reapers. Except now it's different. There was no danger where you were.

“It’s been so long, I’m surprised you remember me,” you say, chuckling slightly.

Lexa runs towards you and embraces you by wrapping her arms around you, “I could never forget you.”

Now that you had reunited with the love of your life, you were finally at peace.

#the 100 #lexa/reader #lexa/you #lexa kom trikru #lexa the 100 #the 100 fandom #the 100 fanfiction #commander lexa #heda lexa #grounders #anya the 100 #lexa x you #lexa x reader #lexa deserved better

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pendragaryen · 2 years

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Random Bellamy Blake - S5 “Damocles Part 1″

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lastsurvivableland · 1 year

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Character // harper grounder verse

harper as a grounder was louwoda kliron’s ambassador, she was smart but tough. she was a strong fighter but hated war to much to live a warriors life. as much as living in polis left her missing louwoda kliron she loved polis. it wasn’t as colourful as home but harper loved experiencing the different cultures of the coalition and her job as ambassador. going through life without being able to voice her opinions in a influential way was almost painful for her. especially coming from louwoda kliron which is a generally a soft spoken clan, often to a fault.

all that said, in her downtime she never lost her soft side. she enjoyed being in the market and was almost never tucked away in her room. having quiet time to herself never interested her as she was a people person. not a common trait among grounders but people living in polis tended to be much more personable and relaxed.

#the 100 #harper mcintyre #harper the 100 #louwoda kliron kru #louwoda kliron #grounders #the 100 headcanons

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Character // miller grounder verse

born to podakru miller had a relatively happy childhood in grounder terms. his mother died giving birth leaving him an only child and his father was podakru’s war chief. growing up miller was always expected to become a warrior, even to replace his father as war chief one day. in the mean time he’s a member of the commanders guard and lives in polis, though he still finds time to visit home.

his first boyfriend, bryan kom podakru was taken slave by azgeda, he never made it home. miller met his current boyfriend in polis, jackson is a healer, originally born to louwoda kliron. miller didn’t usually date outside his clan but made an exception after meeting jackson, they met when miller was sent to the polis infirmary after catching a spear in his shoulder during a war.

#the 100 headcanons #the 100 #grounders #grounder culture #nathan miller #miller the 100 #miller kom Podakru #podakru

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In The Haze 🌪️

A classic Bellamy Blake x Kane!reader acid fog story….with a head cannon included as a twist ✨

TW- cannon divergence, mentions of assault/manipulation, gore?

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The silence of the hunting group made the trees seem louder, each gust of wind causing heads to whip around. Your feet no longer crunched on the forest floor like they had when you first arrived to the ground mere weeks ago. You looked to your ‘leader’, seriously doubting his decision to leave the safety of camp with all the current looming threats from the grounders. When you saw his determined expression, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was the only one of the group who didn’t look afraid, and that made him a fool.

“Over there!” Sterling whisper-shouted, pointing to a deer in the distance. Bellamy nodded and as usual, took the lead and aimed his knife. You decided to take in the scenery instead of watching another of his power plays. That was when you saw it. A murder of at least one hundred crows, frantically fleeing across the sky. You didn’t want to know what they were so afraid of. Unfortunately, on the ground it’s not possible to close your eyes to the dangers.

“ACID FOGGG!!!” Munroe yelled. Your eyes widened as you watched the group run off in different directions. You didn’t know which way the nearest shelter was and found yourself spinning in circles. The fog moved closer, faster than you could think. Until a hand grabbed yours.

“Come on!” Bellamy’s gruff voice ushered you away from green cloud. The two of you ran, hand in hand, faster than you ever had before. The forest became a muddy green blur around you.

“There’s a cave by those rocks up there.” He called over his shoulder. You focused your eyes on the shining wet rocks, trying not to think of the encroaching fog. You felt a tug on your neck as you brushed past a tree, on instinct you looked back.

When you saw what had happened, you dropped your hand from Bellamy’s and started to run back. You would rather die in the fog than lose this necklace.

You ignored Bellamy’s calls and moved faster towards the fog, heart almost stopping when you saw it about to make contact your most precious possession. You desperately lunged your hand forward, praying that you’d reach it before the fog did. You could almost feel the chain when you were harshly pulled away. Your hope shattered as you watched the fog engulf your necklace. You still fought Bellamy’s grip for a moment, unable to accept it. You fought until the burning agony of reality seared itself into the arm still stretched out in lost hope.

Finally, you gave in and allowed Bellamy to drag you out of the fog that had begun to swallow you whole.

“What the hell was that?!” He spat as he pushed you into the cave. “You nearly got us both killed over a necklace!” He rubbed his temped as he spoke. “It’s metal! The fog isn’t gunna damage it.” He began to lecture.

“It’s not just a necklace!” You growled, jaw clenching in the pain of your burnt arm. “There was a lock of my mothers hair in there. The fog just turned the last piece of her to dust.” Your voice cracked. For the first time, you noticed Bellamy Blake looking at you as something other than one of the privileged. Running a hand through his curled hair, he sighed.

“I have water in my bag. Let me help you.” Gesturing to your now weeping arm.

Sweat rolled down your back as he peeled off the remnants of your sleeve. You watched his brows furrow in concern at every shudder and wince.

“Why are you helping me?” You asked weakly. “I thought you’d say I deserve this, since my dad floated your mom and all.” You stared at the dripping cave roof.

“I think I’m learning to accept that you can’t judge someone by the sins of their father.” He spoke sadly. You flicked your gaze back to him, watching him curiously. He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes.

“I found out something recently.” His breath hitched and his hands faltered as they worked on your arm. “Commander Shumway is my father.” He released a breath, one that felt as though it was the first since he found out. “She met him just after he became a cadet. He caught her stealing medicine for her father. Told her he would let her off, if she did him a ‘favour’. Nine months later, there I was. But he didn’t care. Instead he held everything against her and once Octavia was born…well he had the ultimate leverage then didn’t he? Then all these years later he tells me the truth, but for his own ends!” You barely felt him tip the water on your arm, as you were listening intently to his tale. “He tells me that he got Octavia into the dropship. He told me if I killed the chancellor, he could use the chaos to get me on the ship with her. I fell for it like a fool.” He wrapped your arm in some torn cloth as he continued. “As soon as I was on the ship, he ratted me out.” Bitterness etched upon his face. “So yeah, I can understand not wanting to make the same mistakes as your shitty father.” His mask returned in an instant with his signature smirk, as he dropped your now cleaned and wrapped arm.

“Thanks.” You gestured to your arm. “For the record, you might be an egotistical dick sometimes, but you’re good. You aren’t like him.” You sent Bellamy a small smile, which he returned while bringing his eyes to meet yours once more.

“You too Kane.” He spoke softly before leaning back against the cave wall and closing his eyes.

“We should rest until the fog clears. We still have to hunt.” His voice had retreated to its usual tone. As you leaned your head against the rocky cave wall you realised that somewhere in the haze, you and Bellamy Blake had seen each other for the first time. Even if just for a second.

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Thank you for reading 🫶

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Character // monty grounder verse

monty grew up as a yujleda farmer to two loving parents and a friend who was closer to a brother, jasper. he wasn’t warrior by any stretch, not that he couldn’t fight at all; he could but monty never believed in all this killing. he had killed before though, it was almost unheard of for a grounder to have no blood on their hands.

as an adult monty lived a simple lifestyle. he was a farmer but lived in the village he’d grown up in rather than a farm of his own. he was also many grounders go to man for extracurricular medicine use if you know what I mean.

#grounders #the 100 #yujleda #monty green #monty kom Yujleda #grounder culture #the 100 headcanons

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You hover anxiously as Bellamy stirs, his dark lashes finally fluttering open. A relieved sigh escaped you. "Well, look who decided to rejoin the land of the living," you get out before he jolts upright, swearing under his breath.

Ignoring his body's protests, he demands hoarsely, "Where's Charlotte? Did you find her?" When you shake your head grimly, his fist slams a cargo crate so hard your ears ring. "Damn it!"

"Bellamy, you were unconscious, we had to..." His thunderous look cuts you off. With fire flashing in his eyes, he rolls his impressive shoulders and strides toward the hatch, determination in every hard line of his body. "Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let's bring her back while we still can."

“It’s not safe out there, especially at night!” you fire back, blocking his exit. “That mob was out for blood, they could still be hunting." He shoves past with an impatient growl.

"I'm going back out there at dawn, with you or without you. Before she dies out there alone." His jaw works, ladder rungs protesting under his grip.

You clench your fists, nails biting your palms. you follow him into the silent camp, the yawning night shadows beyond promising unknown threats.

…

You crash through tangled underbrush at Bellamy's heels, his voice a ragged bellow echoing Charlotte's name.

Bursting into a moonlit clearing, you skid to a stop beside him - there, crouched trembling against a mossy boulder, is the girl herself.

"No, please!" she shrieks as Bellamy lunges, scooping her flailing body up across his shoulder. Her cries shred the heavy air as he takes off running again, face carved in grim lines of purpose.

You hurtle after them, Charlotte's pleas and fists hammering Bellamy's back growing fainter as he drives on relentlessly through the woods away from Murphy.

Bursting from the trees near a rocky outcrop, Bellamy slows, swaying. In the distance you spy figures emerging from the woods - Murphy's gang.

As you brace for a confrontation, more shadows spill from the forest on your heels – Finn and Clarke emerge from the opening. Bellamy sets Charlotte down only for her to scramble in panic towards the cliff edge.

Murphy steps forward, face tortured. "Bellamy! You can’t fight all of us. Give her up.” he rasps. "We just want justice."

“Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you with me.”

He pulls Clarke against him, pressing a crude knife under her throat. "Back off and let us take the girl, or Clarke dies." Murphy roars. Finn rushes forward before Bellamy yanks him back.

“No, please. Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte sobs. Charlotte's streaming eyes find yours as she teeters on the cliff edge. You inch toward her.

"Take my hand, Charlotte. I won't let them hurt you." Your steadfast gaze reflects the moonlight, shining with fervent promise.

“No! No, I have to y/n! this is not happening. I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.”

The girl's lips shape a silent "Thank you." As she steps back into open air, instinct drives you forward, fingers straining toward her fluttering hand.

But your skin only brushes her fingertips for a heartbeat before she slips away. Unbalanced, you pitch forward, a scream tearing from your throat.

Your flailing hand catches jagged stone, jolting you to a halt while white-hot pain lances up your arm. Suspended by one agonized grip over the fatal plunge, you gasp strangled breaths.

Willing your eyes open against the dizzying vertigo, you peer past swaying feet down into roiling darkness. There below lies Charlotte's broken body, framed by glittering rapids that promise no mercy if you relinquish your blood-slicked lifeline.

The roar of the rapids below fills your ears, drowning out all other sound as they beckon with their merciless embrace. "Oh god..." Clarke's horrified whisper reaches you, seconds before Bellamy's hard face appears over the cliff edge.

The rough texture of the stone bites into your palm, sending shockwaves of pain shooting up your arm as you cling desperately to your precarious perch.

Every muscle in your body strains against the weight of your own fear and the pull of gravity, threatening to send you hurtling into the abyss below with Charlotte.

Bellmay’s strong hands clamp your wrists, his fingers digging into your flesh with a strength born of desperation.

With a grunt of effort, he begins to haul you up, his muscles straining against the weight of your body as he fights to keep you from slipping away from him.

Finally, with one last herculean effort, Bellamy hauls you over the edge of the cliff, pulling you into a tight embrace as you collapse onto solid ground. Tears stream down your face unchecked as you cling to him.

For a brief moment you find solace in Bellamy's arms, the warmth of his embrace a balm to your shattered nerves. his expression darkens with anger, his features contorted with fury as he turns his gaze toward Murphy.

"Look what you did to her," Bellamy seethes, his voice a low growl as he advances on Murphy with menacing intent. "All of this... it's because of you. Charlotte. y/n." The subtle shift in his tone betrays the depth of his protectiveness.

Finn moves quickly to intervene, pulling Bellamy off Murphy before things can escalate further. But Bellamy's rage knows no bounds as he lunges at Murphy once more, his grip like iron as he lifts the man off the ground and holds him perilously close to the cliff's edge.

"If you ever come back to the camp," Bellamy snarls, his voice dripping with venom, "I will kill you." With Murphy cowed into submission, Bellamy releases him and turns his attention back to you, extending a hand to help you to your feet. Without a word, he strides ahead of the group, leading the way back to camp.

…

Upon reaching the dropship, you found Monty and Jasper huddled over a tangle of wires and circuitry, their expressions mirroring Clarke and finns. Curiosity piqued, you approached them cautiously, watching as they worked with feverish intensity.

"What are you four up to?" you asked, your voice tinged with both amusement and concern.

Monty glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "We're hacking the wristbands. If this works, we can talk to the Ark!" he explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You pause mid-stride, skeptical gaze darting between their eager faces. "Come again?" Monty just waggles his eyebrows while Jasper grins.

Jasper nodded eagerly. "And we're about to make the final connection," he declared, his voice tinged with excitement as nudges your arm.

"Here - you wanna do the honors? That port right there Jasper.” Monty’s enthusiasm stirs an uneasy swirl in your stomach. Messing with your one fragile link to space seems risky, yet...

With a flick of a switch, Jasper completed the circuit, sending a surge of electricity coursing through the wristbands. In an instant, the devices sparked and fizzled, emitting a high-pitched whine as they shorted out.

The electrical surge hit your wristband, a jolt of searing pain shot through your arm, causing you to cry out in agony. With a gasp, you stumbled backward, clutching your wrist as the pain radiated through your body.

"Tell me that was supposed to happen," you rasp. Monty's grin falters a fraction at whatever answer he finds on your face, eyes darting guiltily to your injury. "Crap, I swear that wasn't-"

Before he can respond, Octavia bursts in. “What the hell?” Her query dies on her lips, eyes blowing wide at the smoking remnants.

Monty swallows thickly. "I was trying to signal the Ark, but... I think I just killed our only working wristbands." His confession lands like a blow, doubt and dread swelling to choke you.

In the fraught silence, Finn spins on his heel, storming outside without a word. After a weighted beat, Clarke follows

Octavia shoots Monty an amused look and goes to check on Jasper, leaving you alone with his shrinking form. Cradling your throbbing wrist, you level a pained stare. "Got anything to say for yourself, Prometheus?"

He scrubs both hands down his face, mumbling, “I just wanted to talk to my parents.” The broken admission elicits your unwanted empathy.

With a sigh, you nudge his hunched shoulder. "It's not your fault, Monty," you managed to say through the pain. "We just need to find another way."

Monty looked up at you, his eyes brightening with a glimmer of hope. "You really think so?" he asked, his voice tentative.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I know so," you replied, your confidence bolstering his spirits. "We just have to keep trying.”

…

You sit by the crackling fire, the warmth of its flames offering some respite from the chilly night air, the murmurs of conversation from the delinquents behind you drift into your ears. Their voices are a low hum, punctuated by bursts of excitement and speculation.

A chorus of shouts breaks through the night, and you turn to see the group of delinquents pointing skyward, their faces illuminated by the flickering light.

You rise from your spot and make your way over to them, noticing Octavia among their ranks.

"Bellamy!" she exclaims. “get out here.”

Bellamy emerges from his tent, adjusting his clothing hastily. Octavia gestures eagerly toward the sky, her eyes wide with excitement. "There!"

The delinquents exchange excited glances, murmuring amongst themselves as they watch the descending vessel streak across the night sky.

Bellamy listens to their chatter with a measured expression, his jaw set with determination. "We'll wait until morning," he declares, his voice firm with authority.

At his command, you reluctantly drag your eyes down from the intriguing void. But curiosity continues burning bright and restless within.

Octavias brow furrows in concern. "But what if the Grounders get to it first?" she asks, voice laced with worry. Bellamy meets her gaze, his eyes steely with resolve.

"We'll deal with that if it happens," he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But for now, we wait until sunrise. It's too risky to go out there in the dark."

With a final nod of affirmation, Bellamy retreats back towards his tent, leaving the delinquents to ponder his words in the glow of the fire.

The camp settles reluctantly back to routine, you drift toward Bellamy near his tent. "Aren't you wondering what the hell that was?" you ask before he can disappear inside.

Bellamy scrubs a weary hand over his face, glancing toward the glowing embers in the sky. "Could be just space junk. I'm not risking lives on some wild goose chase in the dark."

You bristle at his nonchalance when potential salvation might await discovery. "What if they sent something down to help us?" Before he can scoff, you play a sly card. "Or it has medicine your sister might need. Still willing to wait?"

His sharp look warns you've struck a nerve. After a taut minute, Bellamy growls out. "We wait until sunrise."

…

You slip past the boundary of camp, the thrill of potential discovery overriding any hesitation at venturing out alone after midnight. Hope for a message or aid from your mother quickens your stride through whipping branches and shifting shadows.

Chest heaving as you trudge up a steep, muddy slope, you grumble out, “Sure hope Mom packed a plasma rifle in that pod." you groan out. "Some gift shop souvenirs would be nice too - maybe a 'My ancestors got blasted here and all I got was radiation poisoning' t-shirt.”

Breathless minutes later, you emerge from snarling brush into a rocky clearing. You creep slowly forward, squinting. light glints off smooth metal edges - a compact pod lies half-buried in loose soil. Hardly the massive shipment you pictured.

Circling warily closer, you spy a small window and lean to peer inside at a girl about your age, unconscious, dark hair spilling over her tan cheek.

You exhale sharply in surprise, your breath fogging up the glass. Before you can process the pod, a stick crackles under a heavy boot at your back.

You dive for cover as Bellamy walks over. His shifting eyes solidify your suspicion - something isn't right here. He begins prying at the hatch, muscles bunched, and face stormy.

As Bellamy straightens from his fruitless efforts at entry you step out, schooling your face neutral.

"Got something to hide in there, Bellamy?"

He startles violently before scowling. "Hell are you doing here?" One hand slides almost protectively across the pod’s opaque surface, prickling your unease. You cross your arms, matching his confrontational posture.

"I could ask you the same question. Why so jittery about this thing?" You nod at the pod, his hand still braced on it almost possessively.

Bellamy bristles, jaw tightening. "That's not your concern. Now get back to camp before you lead something nasty back here."

You stand firm, tilting your head. "Oh I don't know...seems to me whatever has the unflappable Bellamy Blake all spooked must be pretty concerning."

His answering laugh lacks any humor, a harsh bark in the stillness. "In case you forgot, I'm a wanted man up there." He thrusts a chin skyward. "So yeah, anything falling down makes me jumpy, okay?"

You shake your head, frowning. "No, I think there's more riling you up about this pod specifically." Taking a step nearer has him tensing, so you change tack. "Look, what do you want with it anyway?"

Bellamy works his jaw, glancing aside briefly with an unreadable expression. But he regroups quickly. "I need what's inside, that's all you gotta know. Now walk away and let me handle this - it's for the good of everyone here."

His vagueness fans your skepticism into defiance. "What's inside - the girl? Why do you want her so bad?" You watch him intently for any revealing tic. "Who is she, Bellamy?"

The muscle in his cheek feathers from clenching his teeth. "That's not..." He breaks off, exhaling harshly through his nose before fixing you with a glare.

"You think you've got me all figured out. I'm just looking to protect my sister, like I always do. That's all you need to know."

Bellamy wrenches open the pod hatch with a grunt of effort. As he digs inside, you peer closer despite his glower warning you off. To your bewilderment, he emerges clutching only a small radio device, lips pressed thin.

"We're done here," he snaps, storming off without explanation. You watch Bellamy stomp away, radio in hand, realization sinking your stomach.

A faint groan draws your gaze back inside where the girl shifts weakly. As her eyes flutter open, she fumbles off her helmet, spilling dark hair over weary eyes. She hisses out a pained breath, gingerly probing at her blood-crusted hairline.

"Crap...that's not good," she mutters, blinking sluggishly at her crimson-smeared fingers before noticing you hovering uncertainly. "Oh hey! Who the hell are you?" Her bluntness startles a wry smile from you.

"I could ask you the same. I'm Y/N. Welcome home."

Crashing foliage announces new arrivals. You both turn sharply to see Finn bursting into the clearing, Clarke on his heels. The girl's face lights up seeing Finn but any greeting dies on her lips as he sweeps past you.

Because Finn isn't slowing his headlong rush toward her. In fact, he looks downright crazed, eyes glittering with overwhelmed joy. "Raven!" he cries raggedly, pulling her into a crushing embrace.

You glance at Clarke, taking in her expression shuttering closed. Her slight nod answers the question in your widened eyes.

…

You, Clarke and Raven trail after Finn toward camp, pressing Bellamy's mystery. Squinting ahead, Clarke spots him and barrels forward. "Bellamy!"

He turns too slowly, fake casualness oozing guilt. Clarke gets in his face, demanding, "Where's the radio that was in the pod?"

Bellamy feigns confusion poorly. "No clue what you mean..." Trailing off, he notes Raven stalking closer, brow arched.

"Cut the crap," she snaps. "We know you took comms from my pod just now." Bellamy's surprise fuels her fierceness. "Yeah, I know it was you. Recognized your name from when you shot chancellor Jaha. They're looking everywhere for you."

You grimace sharply at her words as Bellamy flinches before recovering his defiance. Before threats turn to blows, you push between Raven and Bellamy's bristling forms. "Where's the radio Bellamy?" Priorities first - prevent him destroying your sole link to the Ark.

"Jaha deserved to die. You all know that." Smugness wars with steeling himself as Raven advances unrelentingly. She halts inches away, eyes ruthless. "Well congratulations. You're a lousy shot. You didn't manage to kill him after all."

Staggered silence meets her revelation. Clarke exhales sharply while dread claws your stomach. “Bellamy, don't you see what this means? You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?”

…

With a resigned slump of his shoulders, Bellamy capitulates, nodding sulkily toward the river. Without another word, you wade into the fast current, the icy water sending shivers down your spine as you search for the waterlogged device amidst the rocky riverbed.

Each moment feels like an eternity as you comb through the murky depths, your fingers brushing against smooth stones and tangled vegetation.

Your hand closes around the familiar shape of the device you haul it up from the water, its surface slick with river mud and debris.

You hold it up triumphantly, a weary smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back toward the shore.

When you resurface, Raven is practically hopping with impatient plans, her eyes alight with excitement before it drains from her face. "Oh fuck," she says disappointedly, “it'll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what's broken."

Bellamy's voice is thick as he responds, "Like I said, it's too late."

Clarke marches up to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?!" she demands, her voice crackling with emotion.

Bellamy meets her gaze squarely. "You asked me to help. I helped," he states. Clarkes anger worsens. "Three hundred people are gonna die today because of you!" Clarke retorts with a trembling voice.

Before the tension can escalate further, Raven interjects with a pragmatic tone. "Hold up. We don't have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we're down here, right?"

Finn nods in agreement. "Yeah, but how do we do that with no radio?" he asks frustratedly.

…

Back at the pod, Raven is a whirlwind of activity, organizing the delinquents as they strip the pod for spare parts to create makeshift rocket launchers.

"We need to launch those flares ASAP if we have any hope of saving those people. Finn, get that control panel to camp. You, pull out those fire circuits in one piece or they won't work.”

Clarke watches with a furrowed brow, her mind clearly preoccupied with other concerns.

"Will they be able to see the rockets from the Ark?" Clarke asks, Raven pauses in her work, casting a glance toward the distant horizon.

"Like the good book says, it's all about burn time and cloud cover." Clarke nods at her words. “I know your mom will be watching." she replies confidently, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

“I've never seen anyone love someone the way she loves you. You know that, right?"

As the others continue their tasks, you pull Clarke aside, "Hey, what happened last night with Finn?" you inquire softly. Clarke's expression darkens, her gaze dropping to the ground as she exhales heavily.

"We... we slept together," she admits unhappily, her words heavy with regret. "And now his real girlfriend landed on Earth."

You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering a wordless gesture of support as you both finish working together. You send a glare to Finn's back, watching as he kissed Raven before heading her instructions to take supplies back to camp.

…

Metal braces are secured in place, rockets carefully added and checked for stability. Anticipation crackles in the air like electricity as the final preparations are made.

With a chorus of cheers and shouts, the first rockets blast off into the night sky, leaving trails of brilliant light in their wake.

The sky erupts in a dazzling display of color, the flares painting intricate patterns against the backdrop of darkness. Gasps of awe and wonder ripple through the gathered crowd as they watch the spectacle unfold.

You find yourself caught up in the excitement, celebrating with Harper and Miller as the sky ignites with bursts of vibrant hues.

"Isn't this amazing?" Harper exclaims, her eyes wide with wonder. "Maybe they'll see them and send down a rescue team!"

Miller nods thoughtfully in agreement considering her theory, a grin stretching across his face. "It's possible," he concedes, "I've never seen anything like this," he admits, his voice filled with awe.

As the last of the flares fade into the night, leaving only the twinkling stars above, you catch Bellamy's gaze lingering on you.

For a brief moment, your eyes meet, and you offer him a small smile before turning your attention back to Harper and Miller.

…

Bellamy's voice cuts through the murmurs of the crowd, drawing Clarke's attention. "You think they can see it from up there?" he asks with genuine curiosity. Clarke gazes up at the sky, her eyes scanning the heavens for any sign of the distant Ark.

"I don't know. I hope so," she replies softly, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" she adds with a self-conscious shrug, but Bellamy's odd look prompts her to dismiss the notion. "Forget it."

Bellamy's gaze drifts from Clarke to where you stand with Harper and Miller, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "I wouldn't even know what to wish for," he muses, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before returning to Clarke. "What about you?" he prompts, his curiosity evident.

He follows her gaze, finding Raven and Finn nearby. A small smile tugs at the corners of Clarkes lips as Raven returns her glance with a reassuring smile of her own. "I'm not sure," Clarke admits cryptically, her gaze lingering on Raven and Finn before drifting back to the twinkling stars above.

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