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kinetic-elaboration · 4 months

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December 26: Murphy, Raven, Octavia, Only One Bed

Hmmm, wrote a little thing. I may or may not continue later.

For the prompt 'snowed in + only one bed'

Murphy, Raven, Octavia (Murphy & Raven, Raven/Octavia, possible future poly situation?), 650 words, ~18 minutes

If his life were another genre, perhaps one defined by three Xs, this would be an excellent situation: snowed out of the airport and put up in some mid-range hotel, in a single room with only one bed, and two beautiful women as roommates.

But Murphy's life is just his life, and the girls are as grumpy, exhausted, and gross as he is. So when they all crowd through the doorway at once and drop their bags on the floor, and catch sight of the bed situation, it's pathetic groans all around.

Sadly, this is the farthest from horny that he has ever been.

Murphy kicks his duffel bag toward the TV. "I guess I'll be sleeping on the floor," he says, and damn that part of him that almost makes it sound like a question.

Octavia doesn't answer. She's parked her rolling suitcase next to the window and is heading straight toward the bathroom. The door slams shut behind her, and immediately after, he hears the whine of a faucet and then the rush of water filling a tub. Raven is setting her backpack down on the dully upholstered beige chair, and as she unzips it and starts rifling through it, she shoots back over her shoulder, "Don't be dumb."

Murphy's already forgotten what they were talking about. He sinks down onto the end of the mattress and stares at his reflection in the shiny black screen of the TV. He looks like someone has just beaten him up: not bruised or bloody but just hang-dog world-weary. Two hours stuck in traffic at the bridge, thought they'd missed their flight, found it three hours delayed, then delayed again, then abruptly canceled—then they spent another hour calling their respective family members and several different airline help desks, trying to secure alternate transport. Nothing. So they gathered up their bags and ended up here.

Outside, the view is nothing but a whitewash of snow, flurries over flurries against a colorless sky, and the threat of an early sunset bringing on a new shade of deepening gray.

"What am I being dumb about?" he asks.

"The bed," Raven answers.

The sound from behind the bathroom door is that of a shower, now. So at least he has some hope that Little Blake isn't planning on monopolizing the bathroom for the entire rest of the night.

"I mean it's a king," Raven's saying. "You sleep on one side, Octavia and I will take the other."

She unzips her jacket, slips out of it and drapes it across the chair instead. Snowflakes are melting on the shoulders of it, are melting in her hair, too, so that when she takes down her ponytail, the dark waves fall across her shoulders with a slight dampness about them, as if she'd just stepped out of a shower herself. Her cheeks are flushed, too. His own skin feels uncomfortably warm.

"You know I roll around a lot in my sleep," he warns.

Raven considers. She crosses her arms against her chest, and he catches sight of her playing with her hair tie, stretching it between her fingers idly. "Then I'll sleep in the middle," she says. "You roll, Octavia kicks—"

"And you snore, I bet."

Raven snorts. But she doesn't seem to take offense. "I was going to say I'll be the buffer."

Murphy takes another look around the room: the inoffensive painting of flowers, the dark beige carpet at his feet, the little table by the window, with the hotel stationary on it, and the stiff red curtains framing the winter storm outside. All planes grounded. Nothing in or out all night.

"I guess this isn't exactly the romantic night you were expecting," he says, and he sounds a little sorry about it, even to his own ears.

Raven shrugs. "Actually I was expecting to sleep on the plane. So I guess this is technically a step up."

#the 100 #raven reyes #john murphy #octavia blake #very minimally though #raven x octavia #murphy x raven #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #trying so hard to avoid talking about myself #which i guess is good motivation for writing practice!#i wrote a bit earlier today and finished ch4 of the time loop so progress *is* being made

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userlaylivia · 1 year

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#Ai deleted it and redid it because I wanted three in it I forgot to include!!#the 100 #clarke griffin #octavia blake #bellamy blake #raven reyes #jasper jordan #monty green #clarke x raven #clarke x octavia #jasper x monty #the delinquents #murphy x bellamy #murphy x clarke #murphy x raven

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belltaviasbff · 1 year

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murphy: i’m offering moral support

raven: you have morals?

murphy: no but i support those who do

#the 100 #t100 #incorrect quotes #incorrect t100 #incorrect quotes template #john murphy #murphy #raven #raven Reyes #murven #murphy x raven #raven x Murphy

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1jemmagirl22 · 2 years

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Why do you always have to be the one to stay behind?

Top 30 TV Ships (2022 edition): 13; Raven Reyes and John Murphy, The 100

#the 100 #murven #murphy and raven #murphy x raven #raven and murphy #raven x murphy #raven reyes #john murphy #why i adore these two i will never be able to describe #top tv ships

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the-witch-of-woods-beyond · 18 days

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#the 100 #spacekru #john murphy #emori kom spacekru #raven reyes #memori #murphy x emori #murven #murphy x raven #remori #raven x emori

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drxnkflattery · 1 year

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xavier and nicole have the same dynamic as raven and murphy. this is partially bc xavier looks and sounds SO MUCH like murphy, but also that suit shopping scene?? they’ve got the “ik you’ve done bad things but i also trust you completely” vibe

#mine.#school spirits #xavier baxter #nicole herrera #murven #murphy x raven #raven x murphy #xavier x nicole #nicole x xavier #the 100 #raven reyes #john murphy #school spirits 2023

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easilydistractedbyfanfic · 10 months

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Miss your murven fics <3

Hey, friend! I don't know what's up with my inbox but I never got a notification for mail & I think this might actually have been sitting there a while! So apologies if you thought I was ignoring you!

Honestly I'm right there with you - I miss my Murven fics too! It's been ages since I've written them and believe me I KNOW IT! I kinda thought my kiddos getting older (and more independent) would mean more time for me to write but that's not really the case. They do more stuff & I drive them more places and our schedule is more packed! So writing time usually means me staying up late while everyone is asleep, and while I do that sometimes, I can't always. Maybe you will be happy to know, though, that I HAVE been writing Murven - I just haven't posted anything. I've got over 10k more written for Dance With Me that I just need to split up and figure out chapter length & such. It's not finished yet (shocker - it's going long), but it's definitely getting there!! I also have over 6k more written on Better Than Revenge that I haven't published/broken into chapters yet but it's not finished yet either.

I have also added quite a few story ideas to my inspiration sheet and have sketched out this weird idea I have for an AU Murven story set in the Harry Potter universe that I think about a lot. I don't know why I'm fixating on it but it's set before HP and Raven is a muggle Ravenclaw and Murphy is a pureblood Slytherin and they're definitely an "enemies to reluctant mutual respect friends to dubious consent lovers" so you know, it's complicated! LMAOOOOO Honestly that's just how I like them though. So my point is that I think about Raven & Murphy all the time & I haven't forgotten them and to be honest they're probably always gonna be my #1 OTP couple as far as writing them goes. It's been great stepping into the FtWS fandom and I'm not done there either but I don't think any ship is going to grab me by the throat like Raven & Murphy do. Also let me just out myself completely here - the amount of Murven videos I watch would probably be embarrassing but I'm past caring what anybody thinks so lets just say it's a LOT when I need a little pick me up.

Anyway I hope this gives you a bit of hope to know that I'm still here and I'm still fixating and I'm still writing! Sometimes writer's block has me stuck but I always manage to pull out of it somehow. Thank you for still being interested & I hope you're not the only one!

#Murven #murphy x raven #murven fanfic #asked and answered #my inbox

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stan-fixations · 2 years

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Honestly Emori s5-7 is

EVERYTHING

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MOMMY? sorry MOMMY!?

Girl let me slide up next to you. I can keep you warmer than murphy and that fire ever will

Even when she's dead she's not actually dead. Resilient and stubborn just like her boyfriend but 1000x cuter than him

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maylas · 4 months

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Murphy & Raven | The Archer

#murvenedit #the100edit #thehundrededit #murven #the 100 #murphy x raven #ravenreyesedit #raven reyes #johnmurphyedit #john murphy #advent calendar #youtube #mine #my vids

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dcomfanwrites · 6 months

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Hey everyone,

l just started a new fanfiction about Thel 00

"May we meet again (Raven♡Murphy)

It's not exactly enemies to kovers, but there tension, there's love.

Then there's Clarke and Bellamy screwing everything up.

But Raven and Murphy are always there for eachother... untill they aren't.

The prologue is up folks!

Enjoy!

#the 100 #raven x murphy #john murphy #raven reyes #grounders #enemies to lovers #float yourself #my wattpad ideas #Dcom_fan_writes #murphy x raven

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narcissisticmf · 8 months

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persistence | bellamy blake x gn!reader

description: training with bellamy.

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

word count: <1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, Bellamy," You grinned.

He simply nodded with a smile to his lips.

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

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kinetic-elaboration · 2 days

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April 24: Murven, Couch

Murphy/Raven, past Bellamy/Raven, ~600 words, written in about 15 minutes, same 'verse as it is new moon and twilight

Murphy has a bed big enough for two people, but he makes up the couch for her without asking or telling: a scratchy blanket on the bottom, with a ribbon of soft silk along the edge, the color of sand, and then something knitted, and then a blanket she recognizes from college and a couple of pillows that have mostly gone flat. Raven perches on the edge of his only chair and watches his careful preparations. She turns it around in her head: does he think she'll be more comfortable this way, or will he?

They slept together once in college--twice--but it doesn't count.

When he's finished, he pats the top blanket like it's all settled then, sits down and looks at her like he's startled to find her still in the room. Then almost immediately his expression settles: steady and appraising, narrow, how she knows him well. "Having regrets yet, Reyes?" he asks.

If she is, too late now. She's cleared her stuff out of the old apartment and the lease is up. She doesn't have much anyway; most of it was shit she and Bellamy bought together, and she let him take the plates and the appliances and most of the bedding, because he had another place lined up and she's bunking on Murphy's couch. So what's the point? It's just stuff. She won't be fighting over knickknacks in the divorce, in the broad sense of the word divorce.

She doesn't answer for a long time because she's picturing Bellamy in the second bedroom that used to be an office or something, because she's wondering if Clarke has that same drill-sergeant vibe around her even in the mornings or if she looks sleepy and soft then, if he'll fall in love with her, if Raven herself will feel jealous. If that's in her it's still a wave far off on the horizon. What she has now is shock, mostly, and that feeling that comes over her in hotels and airports and train rides after dark, that everything is limned in some strange light, that she's in a nowhere place and a nowhere time.

Murphy's new apartment and the couch he's made up for her.

It's his home, his space. She doesn't know where the glasses are. They aren't her glasses. Some of them are chipped and he tells her he's borrowing them from his mother's house, cause he's still working on this homemaking shit.

The crack in the bathroom wall, snaking out from behind the mirror. The way she can crawl through the living room window and out onto the fire escape and sit there until the metal digs in too cold against the soft flesh of her back and she can hear the whole city.

"Having regrets yet, Reyes?"

She flicks her gaze over to him. He's watching her soft-eyed. He knows how to do that, a look other girls have probably fallen in love with.

They used to lie half on top of each other, reading, silent. He didn't mind when she rested her head on his stomach. The day after the thing happened, the first time, she didn't want to speak to him alone because she wasn't sure what it would mean--on the edge of everything, anything, she'd just been playing pretend.

She slips forward to the edge of the chair. Her legs stretch out in front of her, and she squashes her hands between them, takes a deep, elongating breath in. "No regrets," she answers, and Murphy snorts under his breath like he doesn't believe her.

#the 100 #raven reyes #john murphy #murven #murphy x raven #mine #my writing #the year 2024 #2024: free write #it is new moon and twilight

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

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

warnings. swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what?"

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

"you should have let me finish the job."

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

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

"eyes everywhere."

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

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

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

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

"am i?"

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

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

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"he's gone."

"dead?"

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

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

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“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

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

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

“she didn’t kill you.”

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

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

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

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

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

“right.”

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

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

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

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

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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belltaviasbff · 1 year

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*raven, counselling memori*

raven: do you ever want to talk about your emotions, emori?

emori: no

murphy: i do

raven: i know, murphy

murphy: i’m mad

raven: i know, murphy

#the 100 #t100 #incorrect quotes #incorrect t100 #incorrect quotes template #john murphy #emori #emori kom spacekru #murphy x emori #memori #raven Reyes #raven x murphy #murphy x raven #murven #memoraven #remori

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hd-junglebook · 2 months

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Part 2

word count - 3,446

The five of you stood at the side of the cliff, your hearts pounding with anticipation as Finn gripped the rope tightly in his hand, ready to swing across the gap. Finn prepared to make his leap, Jasper piped up, his voice filled with determination. "Wait, guys. Let me do it. I've got this."

There was a moment of stunned silence as his words sunk in. Clarke glanced at him, concern etched across her features. "Jasper, are you sure? It's a long way across." But Jasper was already stepping forward, a defiant gleam in his eyes. "Clarke. Trust me, I can do this."

The rest of you exchanged uncertain glances, but Finn nodded in agreement. "Let him try. We don't have much time."

With a collective cheer, you urged Jasper on as he gripped the rope and launched himself into the air. For a moment, he sailed across the gap with grace, his movements fluid and confident. As Jasper neared the other side, a spear soared through the air straight into his chest, sending him careening off course.

With a sickening thud, he collided with the rock behind him, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

"Jasper!" Clarke cried out in horror, rushing forward to help him. The rest of you watched in shock, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were not alone in these woods.

Finn took charge, his voice urgent as he scanned the surrounding area. "We need to move. Now. Whatever hit Jasper could still be out there."

You stood in stunned silence by yourself, gears turning in your head at the lack of choices you seemed to have in this moment. Clarkes voice waking you back up from your daze. You crouch down out of sight of whatever was out there.

The woods seemed darker and more foreboding now, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending shivers down your spine. You looked back at Jaspers figure once more pinned to the rock, catching sight of Monty out in the open.

"Well, this is just fantastic. I always wanted to be stuck in a survival situation with a bunch of amateurs." You whisper to yourself, scanning the woods around you before lunging towards Monty, dragging him by his ear back to the group.

"We are so screwed," Octavia insisted, her eyes darting from tree to tree as if searching for any sign of their missing friend.

Out of nowhere, Jasper's chilling scream pierced through the stillness of the forest, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your blood to run cold. Panic surged through you, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Clarke, Jasper. He's alive," you gasped out, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and dread.

But Clarke was already moving, her determination unwavering as she raced ahead, heedless of Finn's warning. "Clarke, wait. Wait! Wait," Finn called out desperately, but she didn't stop.

Monty's voice trembled with fear as he scanned the surrounding trees, removing himself from you side to stand at the cliffs edge once more. "No. Where is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide with horror.

"They took him," Clarke replied, her tone heavy with sorrow and rage. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, feeling paralyzed as you crouched in the depths of the forest, knowing that Jasper was now in the hands of whatever lurked in the woods.

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The four of you sprinted through the dense undergrowth, the branches seemed to claw at your skin, leaving scratches in their wake. You reached out, grabbing Octavia's arm with clammy hands, pulling her along with you as you dodged and weaved through the obstacles in your path.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Monty and Clarke lagging behind, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, guys! We're almost there!" you shouted back, urging them to pick up the pace. The forest around you seemed to darken, the sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead seems to diminish with each passing step.

light struggled to penetrate the thick trees behind you, casting long shadows that stretch across the forest floor like fingers reaching out to pull you deeper into the gloom with every step you took towards the safety of the camp.

The distant flicker of the campfire beckoned through the thick brush, you could almost feel the warmth of the flames against your skin, driving you forward despite the burning ache in your legs. Each step was a struggle, your muscles screaming in protest from the relentless exertion of running from Mount Weather.

You pushed Octavia forward through the trees, finally reaching the group, you were met with a scene that sent a chill down your spine. Murphy and Wells were engaged in a vicious knife fight, their faces contorted with anger and desperation.

Clarke stepped in front of you, her voice sharp with urgency. "Wells! Let him go!" she yelled, pushing herself through the crowd to intervene.

“Alright enough you two!” Bellamy growled as he pushed Murphy away from Wells. Meeting Clarkes angry glare before Octavia caught his attention.

He moved with determined strides, parting the sea of bodies like a ship cutting through choppy waters., his expression darkening with concern and anger. "Octavia, are you all right?" he demanded, his piercing gaze locked onto you, unwavering and intense. "You let her get hurt out there? Where's the food you were so spent on getting?”

You bristled at his accusatory tone, your sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh, sorry, Bellamy, I was too busy dodging spears and saving Octavia to remember to pack you a picnic basket," you shot back, your frustration boiling over. "But you seem to have everything under control, as usual."

Bellamy's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening even further as he took a step closer to you. "Don't play games with me, y/n," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Finn stumbled forward, gasping for breath. "We... we didn't make it to Mount Weather," he managed to get out between labored breaths.

Clarke stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We were attacked," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group of delinquents. "They were waiting for us, lying in ambush."Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the woods beyond their camp. The group exchanged worried glances.

Clarke's gaze softened as she addressed her friends, her voice sincere. "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong," she continued, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will," Finn admitted, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation.

Wells limped towards the group, grimacing in pain as his voice broke through the tension, his concern evident as he inquired about Jasper's whereabouts. "Where's the kid with the goggles?" he asked, his gaze darting around the group anxiously.

Clarke stepped forward, her expression grim as she delivered the devastating news. "Jasper was hit. They took him," she revealed anxiously. "Where is your wristband?" she demanded, turning her attention back to Wells, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Wells hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice heavy with regret. "Ask him," he replied, gesturing towards Murphy with a solemn expression.

Clarke's frustration was obvious as she processed the information. "How many?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she awaited Murphy's response.

Murphy's reply was chilling in its simplicity. "Twenty-four and counting," he admitted, his tone sinister as he confirmed the number.

Clarke's frustration boiled over, her words laced with anger. "You idiots," she spat, her voice filled with bitter disappointment. "Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here," she scolded, her words a reminder of the harsh reality they faced.

"Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good," Bellamy shouted, rallying the crowd with his impassioned words. "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner," he declared, his tone defiant as he challenged Clarke's authority as he faced her.

"I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!" His words resonated with the crowd, drawing them back to his side as they echoed their agreement.

You shook your head in disappointment at the shortsightedness of it all, the frustration evident in your expression as you watched the crowd rally behind Bellamy's reckless rhetoric.

Monty pulled you and Clarke towards him, his faced scrunched in discomfort. "What do we do now?" he asked, his eyes darting between Clarke and Bellamy as he sought your guidance.

Clarke's response was firm and resolute, her gaze unwavering as she addressed him. "Now we go after Jasper," she declared.

---

You and Clarke worked quickly to patch up Wells, the urgency of the situation lending speed to your movements as you devised a plan to rescue Jasper. Clarke and Finn's heated exchange filled the air behind you, their voices clashing in disagreement.

Finn remained steadfast in his belief that venturing back into the woods would only lead to disaster. "I'm not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet," he argued back.

Clarke's frustration bubbled to the surface as she refused to entertain the idea of leaving Jasper behind. "So what, we let Jasper die? That's not gonna happen, Spacewalker." she retorted, every word seasoned with accusation.

Finn stood his ground, his expression desperate as he countered Clarke's resolve. "It's not an adventure, Clarke, it's a suicide mission," he countered.

"Clarke, we could use Bellamy," you suggested, your voice tinged with reluctance. "He has a weapon. As annoying as he is, we need all the help we can get."

Walking over to Octavia, you handed her a bottle of water, offering her a small smile of reassurance before looking over her leg once more. Clarke approached Bellamy then, her voice commanding as she addressed him. "I hear you have a gun.” Bellamy reply came without hesitation, lifting his shirt slightly to reveal the weapon strapped to his waist.

As he did, you couldn't help but notice the defined contours of his abdomen, the muscles taut and well-defined. Caught momentarily in the act of admiring, you quickly averted your gaze, but not before Bellamy's eyes flicked up, catching you in the act.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed your fleeting glance. "Like what you see?" he quipped, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist a sarcastic retort. "Please, Bellamy, don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering if that thing is even loaded," you shot back, your tone laced with playful sarcasm.

Clarke nodded in agreement. “That’s good. Follow me," she instructed, her words leaving no room for argument.

You fell into step beside her, Bellamy shot you both a questioning look, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And why would I do that?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. The two you halting in your walking.

You couldn't resist the urge to challenge him back, his self-righteous attitude grating your nerves for the second time today, "Oh, I don't know, Bellamy. Maybe because you're not as brave as you like to pretend," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Bellamy's expression hardened, and he stepped closer to you, mirroring your stance, his gaze intense. For a moment, you almost step back at his closeness, but you refused to back down. "Careful, sweetheart. You don't want to find out just how wrong you are," he warned.

You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. "Try me," you mocked, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked away with Clarke, leaving Bellamy behind. You could almost feel the weight of his gaze boring into your back as you moved further away. A silent challenge lingering in the air.

---

Your focus, alongside Clarke's, remained on locating Jasper, the urgency tangible in every stride as the group trudged through the dense undergrowth. Bellamy's voice, sharp and cutting, sliced through the otherwise oppressive silence.

"Hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart." His words halted the group in their tracks, prompting a momentary pause in the relentless pursuit. Wells attempted to interject, his voice a soft plea for reason, "We have to find him, Bellamy,” but Murphy's abrupt intrusion blocked his path.

"We heard him scream when they moved him. We have to find him now." You voiced, restraining yourself from punching Bellamy in the face.

The exchange between you and Clarke, a tense back-and-forth of explanations and rebuttals, seemed destined to continue until Bellamy interrupted, his tone brusque and impatient. "As soon as you take those wristbands off, we can go."

“Over my dead body, Blake,” you huffed, finding his insistence infuriating. Bellamy was quick to put on a self-satisfied expression at your remark. Suddenly, Finn materialized out of the shadows, his unexpected presence bringing an abrupt halt to the argument.

"Clarke's right. We need to keep moving. We're not leaving anyone behind."

Clarke spared you one last glance, mouthing a simple ‘sorry’ before walking away with Finn taking the lead of the group. Once they dispersed, you found yourself beside Wells, Bellamy, and Murphy not far behind. Seeking solace in conversation, you struck up a dialogue with him, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy. Every step felt heavy, the worry for Jasper gnawing at your insides.

The sound of a low groan reverberated through the trees, causing both you and Clarke to snap into action. Without a second thought, you both bolted towards the source of the noise. pushing through tangled foliage and dodging gnarled roots. You finally stumbled upon Jasper, his figure slumped against a rock.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, “Jasper!” you screamed, looking over his battered and bloodied form. Jasper's wounds were covered, a makeshift bandage hastily applied by unknown hands. Jasper groaned aloud once more, relief flooded through you at the realization that he was alive.

Before you could reach him, the ground beneath your feet gave way, the earth crumbling beneath you in a sudden collapse. Clarke's scream pierced the air as she watched you disappear into the darkness below.

She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear, before collapsing to the ground herself. The rest of the group rushed to her side, their shouts of concern blending with the chaos of the moment.

In the midst of the commotion, Bellamy's strong grip closed around your arm, your heart leaped into your throat, you locked eyes with Bellamy just as you were about to plummet into the unknown depths below.

For a fleeting moment, there was something indecipherable in his expression, a hint of uncertainty perhaps, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Before you could dwell on it further, you realized his attention was drawn to the wristband on your arm, and Bellamy's gaze flickered down to it for just a moment. Anger flared within you at the implication, and you snapped, "Let go, Bellamy!"

He hesitated, his grip on your arm tightening as if contemplating his next move. Panic overwhelmed you as you teetered on the edge of the pit, "I know you want to let go, Bellamy. Just do it already!" you snapped.

Bellamy's expression remained inscrutable, his gaze flickering briefly to your wristband before meeting yours again. Then, as if coming to a decision, he released you, allowing you to slip further into the spiked pit below.

Just as you were about to plummet into the abyss, Murphy's strong hand closed around your arm. The rest of the group rushed to your aid, their shouts of concern mingling with the chaos of the moment as they worked together to pull you back to safety.

With a collective effort, they hoisted you up from the brink, your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed onto solid ground once more. Relief washed over you in a dizzying wave, but as you shot a glare at Bellamy, his gaze still lingering on you with an intensity you couldn't quite decipher.

---

Murphy and Finn rushed forward to help Jasper, you stayed back, still trying to steady your breathing after the near fall. The others scrambled to their feet, scanning the forest for any signs of danger. your eyes landed on Bellamy's gun lying on the ground nearby.

Before you could think twice, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. Your gaze shot back to the source of the sound just in time to see a sleek panther emerge from the brush, its predatory eyes fixed on Bellamy.

“Bellamy!” Clarke shouted. “Get the gun now!”

Bellamy reached in his waistband, feeling around for his gun coming up short. A look of confusion passed over his face as the panther crept closer to him. For a split second, you hesitated, your anger and resentment towards Bellamy flashing through your mind. ‘he doesn’t deserve to live.’ You thought. But against your better judgment, you lunged forward, grabbing the gun and aiming at the panther.

You fired off a shot, the sound echoing through the forest as the bullet found its mark. The panther let out a fierce roar before getting ready to strike again. You straightened your aim, stepping closer before firing another round. The panther collapsing to the ground with a loud, its threat neutralized.

Breathless and shaken, Bellamy turned to face you with an eyebrow raised. "Guess I owe you one," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.

---

“They're back!”

The gates of the camp swung open, allowing everyone to stream back through the camp, you found yourself lingering behind, lost in the tumult of your own thoughts. Memories of your mother, her accusing words, and the weight of her disappointment flooded your mind.

You recalled the countless times she had blamed you for her circumstances, her voice echoing in your head like a haunting refrain. The sharp sting of her words, the relentless yelling, and the coldness in her eyes all played vividly in your memory.

"You coming?" Bellamy's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to the present.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away. "Yeah, I'll catch up," you replied tersely, your tone betraying the turmoil within. Your legs guided you without a second though, taking your place on a log settled by the fire, surrounded by the other delinquents. You let the warmth of the flames ease the tension in your shoulders.

Harper and Miller's banter provided a welcome distraction, their jokes and laughter cutting through the heavy atmosphere that hung over the camp. You found yourself drawn into their playful exchange, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you listened to their witty repartee.

"So, did you hear about the guy who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!" Harper said, laughing to herself while Miller poked the fire next to you.

"Oh man, that's almost as bad as your last joke!" Miller responded, shaking his head at her bad attempts at jokes.

You chuckled along with them, appreciating the light-hearted moment amidst the chaos of your situation. You caught yourself watching Bellamy, your eyes hazily looking over at the line forming in front of him.

"Next!" Bellamy shouted, while Murphy continued to break off the wristbands of each delinquent in line. You watched as he worked efficiently, his movements brisk and purposeful as he conducted his trade.

"Food for wristbands. One at a time, let's keep it moving."

Despite your lingering resentment towards him, you couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness and determination to provide for the group.

But when Bellamy's gaze briefly met yours, you couldn't bring yourself to accept his offer of food, instead choosing to remain seated by the fire, surrounded by the company of your fellow delinquents.

Every now and then, a knowing glint danced in your eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the secret you held close. While Bellamy spoke with confidence, there was a hint of unease in his demeanor, a flicker of uncertainty that betrayed his facade of bravado.

It was clear to you that he didn't realize you were privy to his secret, the truth behind his presence on the dropship, the lengths he went to in order to secure his spot among the delinquents.

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