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Unspoken Love - Jasper Jordan

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After his unfortunate encounter with the Grounders, you confess your feelings for Jasper, fearing his life is slipping away and you'll never have the chance to tell him.

SEASON 1 SPOILERS

Word count: 5,570

Published: June 14, 2020

TW: Blood and pain

A/N, PLEASE READ! Hey everyone! This is my first ever The 100 Imagine! I know it's long, but what else do you have to do while quarantined? I hope you like this Imagine! If you use other pronouns, just replace them with the ones I used in this Imagine. I used she/her, because that's personally what I use.

xx, El

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♡Masterlist♡

"Please please PLEASE be safe."

Lack of oxygen on the Ark was a luxury compared to how much air your best friends Jasper and Monty were being deprived of as you held them both tightly in a group hug.

"(Y/N)...can't...breath." Jasper patted you quickly several times on the back, awkwardly trying to escape from your embrace.

You released them, giving an apologetic smile.

"We'll be fine. We're just gonna get food and water, and we'll be back before nightfall." Monty gently reassured you.

That was what scared you the most.

How were they so calm in a situation such like this?

Hurdled from the sky onto the ground which wasn't even 100% survivable, miles away from the fallout shelter you were supposed to be at, with 100, (now 98) teenage delinquents who had no adult supervision whatsoever.

Yeah, what could go wrong?

You took one last look at Jasper, who was adjusting his black goggles on his forehead, and gazing in awe at the green forest which surrounded you.

Without warning, you flung into his arms.

He stumbled back, off balance.

"Woah, (Y/N), chill out. We'll be fine." He laughed, hugging you once more.

"Why don't I get a hug like that?" Monty pouted, jutting his lip out, a smirk dancing on his lips.

You smiled, gifting one of your famous hugs to the boy.

Monty broke away, grinning, and turned to Clarke Griffin, who was now calling out orders to those on the ground.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Finn, Jasper, Monty, Octavia, Wells, Bellamy and I are all going to the mountain where were originally supposed to land. We'll be grabbing everything we need for a day or so, and then we're all gonna hike there together. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is in charge. Out of all of us, she paid the most attention in our survival classes. If you even have a prayer of getting through the night without being eaten alive, I strongly advise that you listen to her. Do I make myself clear?"

Disapproving murmurs could be heard around camp, mainly from John Murphy and his group of friends.

"Who made you Queen of the ground?" Murphy spoke up, several people agreeing with him.

Bellamy pushed his way towards the front of the crowd, causing everyone to quiet down.

"No one did. But Clarke's right. Out of all of us, (Y/L/N) is the one who knows what to do. Now you can run off by yourself, or you can pitch in and have a shot at surviving."

All eyes trailed on me, and I couldn't stop the blush that crept on my cheeks.

I never enjoyed being the center of attention. Now I had to babysit 90 rebellious teenagers?

There was no way they were ever going to listen to me. I didn't even commit a crime! I was framed. We have nothing in common except that we were all born on the Ark and flung to the ground. It was just pure luck that Monty and Jasper happened to be on the drop ship. I could trust no one but them.

The 7 teens made their way to the woods, and I felt panic surge through me.

I had liked Jasper for the longest time.

I've always been a closed book. You're lucky if you get through chapter one.

But Jasper and Monty know everything about me.

The one thing they both don't know, is my love for Jasper.

Normally, I would trust Monty, like I did with everything else.

But this was different.

The boy who defended me when I was getting bullied and pushed around by John Murphy.

The boy who helped me with my science homework.

The boy who made me laugh when a smile seemed impossible.

We had sat across each other on the drop ship, fear evident in both of our eyes.

Even then, when death could have been minutes away, I still didn't have the guts to tell him how I feel.

"Jasper!" I caught his wrist, the touch familiar to me.

He turned, eyebrow raised, waiting for a response.

I chickened out.

"Your shoes untied." Was the best I could come up with.

He smirked at our inside joke.

The day we had met was the first day of kindergarten, and I was wearing a pair of my moms old slip on shoes.

Jasper came up to me with a red crayon in his hand, and told me with a smile that my shoe was untied.

I frowned, looking down at my feet.

"But I don't have laces." I had explained, perplexed.

He laughed, explaining the joke and then introducing me to his friend, Monty.

But we were naive school kids then who had no worries other than if an asteroid was going to strike the Ark.

"Let's go!" I heard Bellamy Blake, the oldest of us all, call to Jasper who I was still holding on to.

It's now or never, (Y/N).

"Jasper, we gotta go, man!" Monty jogged back, tugging on his arm.

I let go, and he was gone.

Tears pricked my eyes and I felt stupid.

What if that was the last chance I ever had? What if he got eaten by a giant worm?

I shook my head, forcing the bad out.

Now, all I could think of was positive.

It took me a few seconds to realize that a group had gathered around me. Some looking bored, others scared.

"So, what do we do now?" A girl with her arms crossed over her chest asked me.

I blinked, reminding myself that I was now in charge.

Thanks, Clarke.

I made a mental note to give her a piece of my mind as soon as things settled down.

Back on the Ark, I was often the first choice parents had when they needed a babysitter.

Kids loved me, and I connected with them effortlessly.

Something told me a group building activity wasn't going to happen down here.

I cleared my throat, my mind racing.

Yes, I had paid the most attention in our survival classes, but now it seemed like everything I learned had been erased.

"Well? Do you know anything, or not?" John Murphy was tapping his foot impatiently.

Part of me wanted to snap back with sass, something I was particularly good at.

But this was no time for conflict.

If there's one thing I know about kids, it's that they hate being told what to do.

But these weren't just any kids.

Some of them were here for murder.

"There are 90 of us in all. We're all going to divid equally and do our share. If you don't wanna do anything, that's fine. Just note that you won't be having dinner tonight."

The few people who had secluded themselves from the group joined us.

I began counting off, making sure to keep Murphy with me as I was clearly the only one who had self control.

Anyone else would gladly tear his head off.

I had ten people working on the drop ship, cleaning up the inside.

Eighteen more were scavenging what they could and bringing it outside, as well as picking up debris on the outside.

A few feet away from where we landed were a field of flowers, several which I knew to be edible.

Twenty of us plucked primrose, thistle, dandelions, rose hip, and daisies.

I had another twenty scavenge for pine nuts along the trunk of trees, and strip the needles for tea.

Ten more were starting fires, and another ten setting snares in the forest, which I had to teach them how to do.

It was good, having something to take my mind off of Jasper.

With John Murphy by my side, I had a lot more to think about.

Why hadn't anyone killed this boy?

Could I kill him now?

Why did he talk so much?

"Am I gonna get dinner tonight? You're not letting me do anything." He grumbled as I helped a girl assemble her twitch up snare.

You'll be lucky if you aren't dead by tonight. I'll kill you myself. I thought to myself.

"You are doing something. You're my...apprentice. The only one who has enough strength to tell people what to do. There's a sense of authority in you. You've already watched me make the fires and snares and okay the plants. If anything were to happen to me, you would take my place."

That was a downright lie.

I would trust a wild pack of wolves before I put my trust in John Murphy.

But my lie seemed to appease him, and he was quiet for a few minutes.

I knew there was water somewhere, which is why I didn't send anyone for it.

Vegetation was so evident, and plants were lush and beautiful. I could hear the roar of a stream nearby.

Besides, I didn't want anyone out of my sight.

Turns out with 88 people working feverishly, the job is done fairly quick.

The drop ship was cleaned out, the bodies buried, plants picked, and nuts peeled.

Everyone collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

"Good work everyone. I'm gonna take these plants down to the stream and wash them off. Those who set snares, please set some more, or teach others how to do so."

Someone had managed to scrounge up a makeshift metal pot from inside the drop ship, and several sheets of thin fabric.

If it were up to me, I would have gone to the stream by myself. A few minutes of alone time were all I really needed.

But, it wasn't up to me.

This was life or death.

"Murphy, I need you to come with me. Bring your friends, too. I need strong people to carry back the water."

Feeding the ego of cocky boys is so easy.

Murphy and his friends agreed to go, flexing their muscles as they walked along the path of the woods with me.

"Who's watching camp while we're gone?" One of Murphys friends asked, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hands.

Shoot.

I knew I had forgotten something.

"I'm sure they can all manage for a few minutes."

I hoped so.

"You all worked really hard. I think everyone is too tired to start a fight."

I hope that was true, too.

We reached the stream which wasn't too far from camp. It wasn't big by any means, but it was enough to hydrate and clean us.

Murphy and his friends beamed from ear to ear, and I stopped them before they could continue with their plan.

"Wait until we clean and collect. THEN you can hop in."

That seemed to be agreeable enough, after I explained that we would be swallowing their sweat if they got in now.

I took the greens, and bundled them together in a sheet of cloth, and bunched the material together, then dunked them, giving it a shake.

As the boys frolicked in the water, my mind wandered back to Jasper.

How long had they been gone?

An hour? Two?

What if they never came back? What if I was now the mother of these criminals?

"That's enough playing. We gotta get back." I stood from the flat rock I was sitting on, and ignored the grumbled complaints from the soaked boys.

It was a relief that I had asked several people to come along. There was no way I could carry that giant vessel full of water on my own.

Thankfully, things were more or less the same when we arrived back at camp.

Some people fanned themselves with sheets of metal found in the drop ship.

Others dozed on the grass, occasionally swatting away a bug.

But the best thing was my group of snarers holding up several fat rabbits that must have stumbled into their traps.

Everyone cheered, engrossed by the sight of fresh meat.

I smiled, setting the plants by my feet.

"Excellent! We'll have a lovely stew tonight!" I announced, examining the prey.

Water was boiling, greens were being sorted, and rabbit was being skinned.

"They're back!" I heard someone call.

I set down the rabbit I was currently breaking the legs of, and I hopped up.

My eyes searched for Jasper, more than excited to present to him the lovely meal we were able to have tonight.

I wondered what they had brought back with them.

But I didn't see Jasper.

1,2,3,4,5,6...

Six?

Six of our people sprinted into camp, faces red and sweat drenched clothes.

"Everyone in the drop ship! Move, move!" I heard Bellamy scream.

Jasper? Where was Jasper?

"Where's Jasper?" I ran to Monty, who looked like he was about to pass out.

He shook slightly, and extended his trembling hand to me.

Clutched tightly in between his fingers, were Jaspers goggles.

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Confused and frightened glances were exchanged as we all stumbled into the drop ship, abandoning the food, and the boiling water over the fire.

Panic surged through me once more as I struggled to make sense of our new reality.

"What happened?"

"Is he dead?"

"Did you make it to the mountain?"

Questions were being thrown like dodgeballs in gym class.

I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the dimly lit space in the drop ship.

Bellamy had closed the door.

Claustrophobia crept over me and I felt sick.

The only thing keeping me steady was Monty's arm, which I was clutching like a lifeline.

"Everyone shut up!" Bellamy's booming voice echoed throughout the small space, and we all covered our ears as the sound bounced back to us.

All fell silent.

"Where's the one with the goggles?" A girl with a big mouth asked.

Bellamy clenched his jaw, and looked at the ground, frustration radiating off of him.

"I need you all to remain calm." He said in a voice that wasn't calm whatsoever.

Murphy scoffed.

"Calm? You run through the woods like Bigfoot is chasing you and you want us to remain calm?"

No one argued with this.

"We're not alone here on the ground." Clarke began.

A blanket of fear rested upon all of us.

"What do you mean, not alone?" A girl by the name of Harper spoke up.

"I mean what I just said. We were attacked on our way to the mountain and whatever it was took Jasper with them." Clarke struggled to remain composed.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, and a strangled sob escaped my chapped lips.

Everyone was in an uproar now, screaming and wailing.

I sunk to my knees, holding the goggles to my chest.

Hot tears streamed down my face and I let out a strangled cry.

Why didn't I tell him?

I let my insecurities get in the way and I couldn't tell him that I loved him?

And now he was as good as dead.

My shoulders shook, and Monty knelt down next to me, tears trailing down his cheeks as well.

"We'll find him. I swear to you, we will find him, (Y/N)."

He sounded like he needed some reassurance himself.

Someone was wailing. The kind of cry that made you want to cover your ears and hide away forever.

It took a moment to come to the realization that I was the one making the sound.

The only sound now was my sobs and ragged breath. My fellow inmates backed away, allowing Bellamy a clear path to where Monty and I were situated.

I felt an unfamiliar touch on my shoulder.

It was Bellamy, and he looked at me with determination.

"We will find him. But right now we need to lay low." He spoke softly.

Anger welled inside me.

"If it were Octavia, you would have a search party out right now! What makes Jaspers life any less important?" I hissed, venom coating every word.

Bellamy held his tongue.

No one argued against me, but no one exactly agreed with me either.

"We leave at first light. Those who want to volunteer, come see me." He announced, walking away.

Monty and I held each other, sobs wracking our bodies.

I spent a good portion of the night bawling my eyes out.

I felt kind of bad. Monty held me, as calm as he could be in this situation, telling me stories and reciting my favorite poems.

When we all had settled down for the night, some of us asleep, I heard Murphy a few feet away from us talking in a hushed voice.

"Now we're all hungry because that one chick didn't bring any of the food in here. It's all outside probably being eaten by whatever the hell took Jasper."

If I had the energy, I would have ripped Murphy's throat out right then and there.

But my chest was tight from all of the crying, and dehydration was setting in.

"Come on, man. The girl just lost her boyfriend. We can go a night without dinner." One of Murphy's cronies stood up for me.

Boyfriend?

Did people really think we were a couple?

Maybe it falls on me and how I reacted.

I had been awake, counting my breaths.

How many did Jasper have left?

"You're in love with him." Monty spoke, disrupting the quiet.

"What?" I attempted to play it dumb.

He scoffed, sitting up.

"I see the way you look at him, (Y/N). It's like...all the stars in the galaxy can't even compare."

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say or do in this situation.

"I do love him, Monty. I really do."

A fresh set of tears welled up in my eyes and began to spill.

"And I never even got to tell him." I cried.

Monty shushed me, rubbing my back soothingly.

"We'll get him back. I know we will. But for right now, we can't dwell on the past. Try and get some sleep." He smiled down kindly at me.

I didn't sleep at all that night.

Go figure.

I pretended to, though. For Montys sake.

He must have been up for two hours before he finally succumbed to sleep himself.

Maybe it would have been best if I had slept that night.

There were no windows on the drop ship, so there was no way to tell when it was morning. So I listened carefully for the sounds of the crickets to subside and the chirps of the birds to arrive.

I jumped to my feet, accidentally stepping on Murphy's hand.

"Ow! What the hell?!" He shouted, still half asleep.

"It's daylight. We have to go find Jasper." I shook Monty awake, my eyes on a frantic search for a sleeping Bellamy.

I found him by the door, near Octavia.

"Bellamy-Bellamy wake up." I shoved him several times, and he awoke with a "Snork?"

"We have to go find Jasper. Get up." I bent over to re-lace my shoes, but was stopped in my tracks.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), slow down." He sprung up, and placed both of his hands on my shoulders.

I wondered if he had even slept at all. Deep purple bags hung low over his eyes.

"No, I'm not going to slow down. We have to go. Who are the volunteers?"

I pivoted around to Monty, but Bellamy twirled me to face him.

"(Y/N), you're not going. You have to stay here at camp." Bellamy spoke the words slowly.

I did a double take.

That had to be some sort of sick joke.

"Like hell I am. Jasper's my-."

"I know. I know. But you have to stay here. You did so good leading the camp yesterday. I need you to stay here."

Several emotions registered on my face at once.

Confusion, anger, betrayal...

"If it was Octavia out there and someone tried to stop you-."

"Stop bringing Octavia into this. Besides you're dead on your feet. If anything happened I doubt you would be able to escape in time." He interrupted once again.

His words weighed heavy.

He was right. I was exhausted. Staying up all night getting over the potential death of my long time crush/best friend tore me to pieces.

"Maybe Jasper is literally dead on his feet. What would be the irony of that?" Murphy's snide comment earned a few chuckles from those around him.

I shoved past Bellamy, and charged towards Murphy, who's smirk turned into shock.

"Do you think this is a fucking joke Murphy?!" I screamed as he avoided a harsh slap to the face.

"Woah, woah!" Bellamy held me back as I screamed obscenities at Murphy who backed away, sneering at me as if I were the insane one who was making disgusting jokes.

I struggled for a bit, and collapsed against Bellamy's chest, sobbing.

I was so angry.

Angry at myself for being so weak.

Angry at Murphy who couldn't be serious for five minutes.

Angry at Bellamy and Clarke and everyone else who didn't keep Jasper safe.

"I love him! I love him, Bellamy. Please, bring him back. Bring him back alive." I gasped, collapsing to the ground, Bellamy falling with me.

"We will. I will. I promise." Bellamy forced me look at him, and he turned to Clarke.

He told Clarke that she needed to stay here and start building a wall around the camp. I was clearly in no state to do much of anything.

That made me angry, too. If I had just gotten some shut eye last night I could have gone with the search party.

Monty was suddenly in front of me, his eyes blood shot, voice clear.

"(Y/N), listen to me. Are you listening to me?" He shook my shoulders harshly, and I nodded my head.

"No matter what happens, if we find Jasper or not, you need to stay strong. It's what he would want."

How could he say that?

IF we find Jasper?

We will find him!

Even if it meant I had to search the entire planet and beyond.

Clarke was suddenly down next to me, turning my head towards her, staring intently into my bloodshot eyes.

"She's definitely exhausted. Dehydrated, too. Monty, I think it's best if you stay here with her. I'll get her some water."

I could tell Monty was upset that he couldn't go either, but, we both needed each other right now.

He took a seat next to me, and draped an arm around my shoulder.

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The remainder of the day was a blur.

I vaguely recall a cup of pine needle tea being pushed to my lips, and someone trying to persuade a few pine nuts in me.

I drank the tea, but was too nauseated to eat anything.

Clarke and the rest of those who stayed behind worked on a wall/fence. I caught glimpses of it outside the drop ship door. It consisted of scraps from the ship, and large planks of tree bark.

I dozed in and out occasionally, but awoke to the slightest of sounds.

Monty was always there to calm me down.

It must have been noon, when there was a series of shouts that awoke me from my twelfth nap of the day.

Clarke rushed in, shoving scraps aside and making room on a flat surface that served as a makeshift table.

I bolted upright, a nasty case of vertigo settling into my brain which was still fuzzy from lack of sleep.

My heart stopped.

Either they had found him, or there was a new causality.

Bellamy, Finn, and Wells were carrying a half conscious Jasper, whose face was green and beaded with sweat.

"Get him on the table!" Clarke demanded as she searched frantically for something.

He was shirtless, a large scab like wound smack dab in the middle of his chest, blood and pus oozing from it.

Monty gagged, and ran out of the ship.

I could hear him vomiting violently.

I didn't blame him.

Jaspers eyes shot open, and he let out a mangled groan, flailing his arms around.

"Keep him still!" Clarke's voice sounded far away.

I rushed to his aid, and took one of his hands which was dirty and covered in covered in grime.

"Jasper, Jasper can you hear me?" I squeezed his hand.

He groaned again in response, tears running into his ears.

I wiped them away.

"You're gonna be okay. You're safe now. You're back at the drop ship. Clarke is going to make you better." My words were thick and it was hard to talk.

Clarke shooed everyone else away, only a few acceptations allowed to stay.

"Finn, go get me a wet rag." Clarke's voice trembled.

That wasn't a good sign.

The doctor was supposed to be calm.

"Can you save him?" I asked, hardly wanting to know the answer.

She grew silent.

"I'll do my best." She spoke.

Jasper was still screaming, and he weakly squeezed my hand.

"Make it stop, please, make it stop." He begged through the wails of agony.

My heart broke.

What could I do?

I would take the pain in a second.

I would do anything.

"Jasper, just focus on my words, yeah?"

What was I supposed to even talk about?

The Ark? The ground?

Both subjects were painful.

He let out a cry as Clarke ever so gently prodded his collarbone with her fingers.

"What the hell?" She frowned, examining the gash more intently.

"What is it?" Bellamy took to her side, intrigued.

Clarke was quiet for a moment, her brows furrowed, confused.

"Whoever, or, whatever did this to him cauterized the wound. He would have bled out by now."

What?

That made zero sense.

Why would you kidnap someone, stab them, and then heal them?

Jasper cried again.

"Don't you have anything for the pain?" I practically begged, already knowing the answer.

"We would probably have something if we were at the mountain. But the only thing we have now is time."

Time?

How much time did he have left?

Jaspers hand went limp, and my blood went cold.

Clarke placed her hand on his forehead.

"He's burning up. I need wet cloth, and lots of it."

She turned to Bellamy, who left in a second.

"He's still breathing, but barely. It looks like an infection. I'm gonna have to reopen the wound, clean it, and recauterize it."

I felt acidic bile rise in my throat.

For Jaspers sake, I prayed he would stay unconscious.

I think Wells was telling me what happened, and how they found him, but it's like everything went static.

Bits and pieces of his sentences wormed their way into my shattered mind as I gripped the metal table and Jaspers hand.

Jasper screamed, his back arching, blood spewing all over his chest and my face.

"(Y/N), I need you to keep him still. I'm almost finished cleaning it. Someone get me a hot knife!"

Jaspers eyes found mine, his wild and frantic.

"(Y/N), please make it stop. It hurts so bad! Make it stop!" He sobbed.

Tears of my own fell onto his pale skin.

I struggled to find my voice.

"Jasper, I know it's hard, but you need to stay still so Clarke can help you, okay? You're almost done. The worst is over."

Was it?

He screamed again, squeezing my hand. Quick breaths escaped from his cracked and bleeding lips.

"I...I never thought I would see you again." He admitted, sighing as someone draped a dripping cloth across his forehead.

Neither did I.

"I knew they would find you." I lied.

He blinked in response.

"I'm gonna cauterize it now, okay? Jasper, this is gonna hurt."

Clarke pressed the blazing metal to the gash.

A burnt flesh smell filled the drop ship as Jasper screamed.

Clarke dropped the knife, breathing for the first time in minutes.

"Done, it's over. We just need to get his temperature down." She began to lay more wet cloth on various parts of his body.

Easier said than done.

For the next few hours, Jaspers temperature ranged from blistering hot to the touch, to cold with sweat.

Sweat poured from his entire body, leaving the table slick with moisture.

He was delirious, reaching his hand out for something, and calling for his mother.

Invisible shadows made him scream.

At last, he settled down, his hand still in mine.

"I'll take it from here, (Y/N). You deserve a break." Monty appeared by my side, extending a cup of water to me.

He was right. I needed to get away. I needed to find a desolate spot and just curl up in a ball, close my eyes, and deem this all as a crazy dream.

Smiling kindly, I gently let go of Jaspers hand.

But Jasper used whatever strength he had left in him to hold fast to me.

"(Y/N)...stay." He slurred.

I pushed back disheveled black bangs away from his sweaty forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere." I whispered.

A ghost of a smile danced on his lips.

"I...I love you." He murmured.

I blinked, unsure of what to say or how to react.

"I love you too, Jasper." I whispered, my voice hardly audible.

His lips curled up once more, and sleep overcame him.

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Three weeks later, Clarke said Jasper was okay to go on short walks for brief periods of time, as long as he had someone with him.

More often than not, it was Monty or me.

The fence had been built, and several stations set up around camp.

Animal skinning, water purification, and food storage were the most busy.

I was praised for my wilderness expertise, and held classes for those who had absolutely no idea what they were doing.

At the end of a class where I was teaching how to tell healthy rabbits apart from rabbits who had rabbit fever, Jasper appeared by my side.

"Gosh! You scared me." I laughed.

He had lost a significant amount of weight, but his smile remained the same.

"You're not supposed to be out of bed without someone." I scolded him.

"I'm not alone. I'm with you. Take a walk with me?" He extended his arm, and we walked with ours interlinked.

It was a slow process, but I loved seeing the look on his face when a bird flew by or the wind rustled the leaves on a tree.

Pure joy.

I felt myself falling more in love with him each and every day.

I had erased the day he had been carried back after serving as a dartboard.

Wiped the words that were exchanged.

He didn't remember them, so why should I?

He probably didn't even mean them in the way I did.

Friends tell friends all the time that they love them.

It was like a twelve pound weight had been lifted off my chest, after telling Jasper how I felt.

It didn't matter if he remembered it or not. I said it, and it was done and over with. No need to bring up the nightmare he had gone through.

"I remember, you know." Jaspers feet slowed down even more, if that were possible.

I turned my head to face him, confused.

"Remember what?"

He grinned, a blush creeping its way to his cheeks.

We were stopped at the back of the drop ship, where the fewest people were, but with the most weapons.

He took a deep breath.

"The night I was found. I-."

"Jasper-."

"No, let me say it."

Great, now I was gonna get friend zoned in a place I couldn't even leave.

Not that it mattered much, anyway. Jasper was alive, and that's all that I cared about.

"I love you, (Y/N). I have for the longest time and...and I thought I was going to die. I had to say it. At least once. And I know you said it back but you were probably just saying it to be nice and I-."

I stood poised on my tiptoes, crushing his lips with mine.

He shut up, kissing me back.

I was careful of his chest. Careful to keep my distance from it.

But he pulled me close, his hands gentle on my waist, mine on his neck.

We pulled apart, breathless.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time." He smiled, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

I blushed, leaning in for another kiss.

"Finally!" I heard a familiar voice behind us.

Monty stood there, grinning with two thumbs up.

Jasper gave him a death glare that screamed get the hell out of here or so help me I will break both of your thumbs.

"Finally! Took you two long enough! I was worried I had to go to plan B and use the power of forged love letters," Monty crossed over, patting Jasper on the back, which earned a few winces.

"I guess all it took was a near death experience. Nothing too extreme."

We all laughed, well, Monty and I did. Jasper just kind of smiled and tried to refrain from laughing.

"I guess this means we're a couple?" Jasper looked at me hopefully.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I thought you would never ask."

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♡Masterlist♡

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greymarvelskaikru · 2 years

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John Mruphy x reader// Pieces of death

TW- MENTION OF BLOOD, DEATH, AND OTHERS

in which reader is a skaikru member, who’s ancestor is skaikru, but Tristan kidnapped her, wanting her to be the new heda, since Lexa is the last natblida.

'Repeat your sentence Katerina.' Tristan commanded. I'm exhausted. It's been three days without sleep. I don't know if i can handle it any longer. 'Ai laik Katerina Petrova kom skaikru, en ai laik natblida. Ai gaf op heda. Why do i need to learn this? You can speak trigedasleng and english!' I moan out. 'Only warriors can speak english, Polis is inhabited by traders. Besides, when you become heda, you need to speak it fluently.' I look over at Finn, who looks like he can pass out any moment, life isn't easy when you're a skaikru member held hostage. Tristan focuses on his map again, and Finn walks over to me slowly. 'Bellamy os in the bushes, don't make a sound.' He points his head, and i can identify Bellamy. A small smile forms on his face, and he looked at me with confidence. 'Finn, i have a knife in my sleeve, get it carefully, and cut my ties loose.' I whisper hack at him. Finn fiddles around a little before having a steady grip on the knife. He slowly pulls the knofe out, and starts cutting my ties loose. Tristan doesn't have a clue. My ties are cut loose, and Finn hands the knife to me, and i cut him loose easily.

Finn signs to Bellamy that we're ready to help, and Bellamy comes running out of the bushes. 'Hey grounder!' Tristan looks up at him, and Bellamy throws his spear, which Tristan easily ducks. Bellamy doesn't have any other weapons. Tristan climbs of his horse, and grabs his sword. 'Wrong move sky boy.' Tristan walks over to Bellamy, but before he reached Bellamy, i charge at him, letting my knife decorate his back. 'You were going to be heda.' He grabs my hand before i can run, and pressed a knife against my throat, the cold blade letting me shiver. 'Don't move or she dies.' He smiles at Bellamy, who is five feet away. 'Bellamy run.' I yell out, but Bellamy doesn't move. Instead of running, Bellamy drips on his knees, mental torture visible in his eyes. Finn follows, and drops on his knees. 'I swear to god don't try to be the hero now. One life is better then two.' Tristan pressed the knife deeper, and i feel a warm stream of blood making its way down my throat. 'Please don't hurt her.' Bellamy begs. Tristan turned me around, so that i'm facing him. 'Let's get you to Polis.'

A gunshot. Then another. Tristans lifeless body falls down in front of me. I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I look at my stomach, seeing black blood ruining my shirt. My legs feel heavy. 'Katherine.' Bellamy speeds over to me, and catches me before i fall. 'You shot her!' He yells at someone I can't identify, all my senses are being blocked. All i can feel is the pain. 'Abby, we need help, someone get a stretcher.' I can barely recognize Kane's voice. A woman comes rushing over to me, and drops on her knees in front of me. 'Put pressure on her wound Mr. Blake.' I can't speak anymore. I can't move anymore. The pain is taking over everything. 'Jackson, i need a hot knife.' Abby tips open my shirt, and Bellamy presses his hands hard on my shot wound, it feels a little sizzling. 'The bullet went right through the grounder, but it's still inside of you.' Abby concludes after looking at me for a little while. 'What does that mean? Will she be okay? Can you save her?' Bellamy keeps questioning Abby, and she answers one of the worst answers. 'She currently has bullet shards in her artery, it's been ripped, that's causing the heavy bleeding.' Abby rolled up her sleeves, and took the hot knife out of Jacksons hand. 'Woah, what are you going to do with that.' Bellamy looked afraid of the hot blade. 'I'm going to close her wound, so when we get back to Arkadia i can close the wound.' Abby instructs Jackson to hold me down, and she starts counting down. 'This is going to hurt sweetie. Three.' Bellamy hold my hand, and he looks scared. 'Two.' I squeeze Bellamy's hand softly, and he squeezes back. The knife radiates hot air, and my body feels warmer. 'One.'

The knife touches my skin, and an immediate burning feeling spreads through my body. I scream loudly out of pain, and squeeze Bellamy's hand hard. The hot blade gets removed from my skin, and Abby throws the knife away. 'It's over sweetie, you did a great job.' Abby hand stroked through my hair, and she stopped my tears from coming. 'The wound is closed, but her artery is still ripped. We'll carry her to the drop ship, and start the blood transfusion when we're at Arkadia.' Abby didn't realize what kind of blood she had on her hands. 'Her blood is black.' Finn answers for me, the pain has taken my vocal cords. Abby realizes the new problems that come with my blood. 'Why is it black?' She asks Finn concerned. 'I don't know, but it's something rare that only her and the commander have. The commander is the leader of the grounders.'

'I she going to die?' Bellamy finally asks what I've been thinking. She looked at him hesitant before answering. 'I don't know.' She switches a blood soaked bandage with a clean one. 'We'll carry her to the drop ship on a stretcher. The bleeding won't stop until i can operate her. She can't try to do anything stupid, or she'll die. For now it all depends on where the bullet shards are placed. I can signalize the once i begin surgery. I almost forgot the most important thing.' She looks at me. 'You can't go to sleep, it's likely she'll pass out of pain, or blood loss. If she passes out, there is a bigger chance she'll never wake up.' My weak body gets lifted by two guards, and placed on a stretcher. Bellamy holds my hand, which is he softly squeezes before saying it will all be okay. I know it won't be.

In the past 10 minutes, the pain kept on getting worse. I must sound like Jasper when he got speared. 'Can i go to sleep? I'm tired.' I moan out as i try to pit myself in a more comfortable position, which fails. 'You need to lay down, and we're almost at The dropship. You'll see Raven, Clarke, Harper. But you need to stay awake for that to happen.' Bellamy dips a small cloth on my forehead, cleaning the sweat that has been placed. Finn looks concerned, and i know Bellamy shares his feeling. 'It just hurts so much.' Finn stroked my arm gently, and tries to assure me everything will be fine. Bellamy tries to smile, but a weird mixed facial expression is the result. Abby walked over to me again, and changed my bandage with a new one.

'We're here.' The guards carrying the stretcher stood in front of the entrance, and Kane opened the gate. 'Can i go to sleep now.' I've already closed my eyes, and Bellamy shakes my face lightly. 'Don't go to sleep now, if you stay awake we can get Clarke for you.' The guards carried me inside, but Bellamy and Finn were held back by Kane. 'We need to make sure there is no physical threat. With Bellamy unable to watch me, i took this as a chance to close my eyes again. I expected to hear the voices of 48 happy children running around, being happy to live. No sound was made at all. I opened my eyes slightly, and I couldn't see anyone. My stretcher is let down, and i get positioned on fresh grass.

I'm almost off to sleep when i hear Raven's voice. 'Katherine!' Her voice is weak too, but she still sounds happy. 'Hey.' I open my eyes to see Raven, whose on a stretcher, getting lift down. 'I thought you were dead.' She chuckles weakly, and closes her eyes slightly. 'You can't go to sleep, we need to stay awake together.' I shake her head with the strength i have, and she opens her eyes again. 'Raven!' Finn and Bellamy, who weren't let into the camp before, came in via a secret entrance. Finn speeds over to us, and he touches Raven like she's a porcelain doll.

Suddenly instant nausea comes flooding over me, and i start puking. I'm puking out blood. Raven instructs Bellamy to turn me to my side, and out of panic, Bellamy does so. 'Katherine's puking blood!' More of my ink black blood makes its way out of my throat, leaving a burning feeling. I can't focus on anything else bit the substance leaking out of my throat. The puking doesn't stop until a pool of blood had formed beside my stretcher. Abby is already examining me, and she turns me back to my back. 'Good girl. There's a boy with a stab wound in the ship, get him out so i can treat him.' Abby instructs the guards after complimenting me. Bellamy cleans my blood covered mouth with a now dirty cloth. 'This is bad.' She says after checking out my wound completely. Surgery can't wait. The bullet shards are pressed against your lung and heart.' This certainly is bad. 'If we want you to make it back to Arkadia, we need a blood donor.' I'm zoning out of the conversation, focusing on the air i'm smelling, the grass i'm touching. Everything that could distract me from the pain.

'Katherine.' I hear John's voice. Bellamy lifts up my head a little, and i saw John speeding over to me. 'I thought i'd never see you again.' He kisses my forehead, and a small wave of happiness rushed over me. His face went dark when he saw i was located on a stretcher, bleeding out. 'What happened to you? Who did this?' He hovers over me, and now I'm being treated like a porcelain doll. He start acting like Bellamy. 'The bullet passed through a grounder, and shattered in her body.' Bellamy answered for me as Abby was continuing checking for other damage. 'Will she be okay.' John dropped on his knees beside me. He was hoping for an "okay" or "it's not as worse as it seems." Which never came.

'But continue Abby, what are my options?' I could see fear in John's eyes. 'As i already told you, the bullet shards are pressed against your lung and heart. We have three options, none of them is even near reasonable, but their our best chances. We can either try to get the bullet shards out, but you'll be likely to die on the operation table with such little tools. If we can make it back to Arkadia, i can start a blood transfusion after i've used your bone marrow to make someone a blood donor, but you can die on the way back to Arkadia, or during surgery. Our last option is to put you into a coma. It will compensate for your blood loss as you grow stronger, but this can take weeks, months even. And we don't know if the effects of the coma will influence you positively or negatively. The coma can always be our last option if surgery goes wrong. In neither of the cases we have anesthesia or good equipment, big their our only and best choices. The chances of dying are significant, and if during surgery a wrong movement is made, another part of your artery could rip. '

'Be honest with me, am i going to survive?' 'You're likely to die.' She sighed out. Another feeling to puke made it's way, and i puked out more ink black blood. Abby turned me to myside, and John stood by my side speechless. 'Good girl.' The puking has stopped, and Bellamy was cleaning my face. Abby stroked my hair gently, while placing my head on her lap. Tears were blocking my vision, and a few rolled down my cheek. 'I don't want to die.' I sob through the salt tears that fall into my mouth.

#the100 #bellamyblake #johnmurphy #the100xreader #the100cw #the100series #the100romance #scifii #death #the100sad #sad #bellamy #octavia #ravenreyes #blake #shotwound #serioustopic #murphy #john

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euphoniumpets · 4 years

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Request is open!

A/N: Hi, ya, it’s been a while since I did this but, I’ve watched cursed (finally) and i have a few words, OMG, DANIEL SHARMAN IS SO HOT? LIKE WTF?

so here’s a list of the characters and some other random’s list if you want to request of each fandom

Cursed:

The weeping monk (lancelot)

Merlin x reader ( or male, female, neutral )

Nimue x reader ( or male, female, neutral)

the umbrella academy:

five hargreeves x reader ( or male, female neutral )

diego hargreeves x reader ( or male, female neutral )

Marvel:

Peter parker x reader ( or male, female, neutral)

The 100

Bellamy blake x reader ( or male, female, neutral)

Harry potter

Harry potter x reader

Draco malfoy x reader

That’s all, you can also suggest from other’s fandoms too! The only thing is that I don’t write smut, only fluff. so, please don’t send me in those because i’m not comfortable to write it yet lol. also, be specific who you want to request and etc! Don’t be shy, I don’t bite.

#daniel sharman x reader #nimue #cursed #netflix #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #the100xreader #bellamyblake x reader #random #peterparker x reader

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thewhitneybrownridge · 3 years

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 ↠ 𝘣.𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦¹ - 𝟏.𝟐𝟑 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/663639359-%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%A9%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%A7%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF-%E2%86%A0-%F0%9D%98%A3-%F0%9D%98%A3%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%AC%F0%9D%98%A6%C2%B9-%F0%9D%9F%8F-%F0%9D%9F%90%F0%9D%9F%91?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=whitney_567&wp_originator=%2FF5H%2BtiIqVS2nv1NdaprkE1ZaoDD0odngXjz6oiSrKWlF1vMqO5XTGukiL5%2FV0TmrBTcnKbtyZ76QSJgMUrnOKWh1u0eyCvLEtvW9nSRuCIDbMGkinse7%2BJ8825pfkzm 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 book 1 » the 100, season 1

A lot of you guys having asking what wattpad book i’ve been reading soooo here it is! It’s a Bellamy Blake x reader from The 100 go check it out!

#bellamyblake #bellamyblakefanfic #bellamyblakefanfiction #bellamyblakexoc #bellamyblakexreader #bellamyfanfic #bellamyxoc #the100 #the100fanfic #the100fanfiction #the100xreader #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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xvnqsb · 5 years

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the 100 prompt list

send any prompt number, or numbers, with any character! it will be the100xreader.

1.“Who ever thought 100 teenagers and a fake guard would be saving the human race?”

2.“I was locked up for being born.” “I was locked up for murder.”

3. “We don’t kill for fun. We kill because we have to.”

4. “I keep seeing his face.”

5. “I’m tired of this pain.”

6. “Breakups suck.” “Especially when you have to spend the next five years in space with them.”

7. “I haven’t been okay for a long time.”

8. “I’m on your team!” “Prove it.”

9. “Tell me about Mount Weather.”

10. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “I couldn’t save them.”

11. “What did you do?”

12. “You’re killing yourself!” “So are you!”

13. “Put the damn gun away.”

14 “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”

15. “I want to believe there is still some good in you.”

16. “You took the chip?”

17. “You can’t leave this camp.” “Wanna bet?”

18. “I need you. I can’t do this without you.”

19. “Their blood is not on my hands. It’s on yours!”

20. “I did it to protect you!” “To protect me? Or to protect her/him?”

21. “Is that blood?” “Maybe?”

22. “I might actually jump off the bridge.”

23. “Is that blood?” “Yes.”

24. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” “It’s too late”

25. “If you love me, don’t let go.”

26. “It’s a secret.”

27. “Stay.”

28. “I trusted you.”

29. “Tell me it wasn’t you.”

30. “We’re all going to die. What’s the problem if it’s in a war?”

31. “A war ended the world.” “So?” “You don’t see the problem?”

32. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

33. “It was your fault.”

34. “Why do we keep killing people to save the world?”

35. “Is it so hard to love me?”

36. “You’re numbing your pain with drugs.” “So?”

37. “Please love me.”

38. “We’re not kids anymore.”

39. “The council sent 100 kids to die, and then they come down and think they have command again?”

40. “I was protecting you.” “And you almost killed me.”

41. “Mount Weather changed you.” “You weren’t there.”

42. “You didn’t live in the bunker for five years. It was hell.”

43. “It doesn’t matter if there’s good guys. It matters about stopping the bad guys.”

44 “Praimfaya isn’t afraid. It’s what’s causing us to be afraid.”

45 “You choose. Guns or Grounders?”

46 “It doesn’t matter because I don’t matter! I’m not her.”

46 “I see the way you look at her. I’m not her and it pains me.”

47 “Next time you think about saving us, don’t. You’ll just kill us.”

48 “If I die, will the pain stop?”

49 “It hurts like hell.”

50 “I feel like I'm drowning”

51 “You’re scared of me?”

52 “I had to kill him.”

53 “Who’s blood is that?”

54 “I love you.”

55 “Kill me. Please!”

56 “You look good in my bed.” “Shut up.”

57 “Are those...hickies?”

58 “I begged for my life, and now I regret it.”

59 “Fuck me.” “Don’t mind if I do.”

60 “The thought of losing you scares me.”

61 “Like what you see?”

62 “You got me wet.” “I’m just that good looking.”

63 “I kinda wish I was floated.”

64 “You’re just as bad as them.”

65 “We don’t have any anesthesia.”

66 “How many times do I have to say be quiet.”

67 “I missed you.”

68 “Tough crowd.”

69 “I like being tied up to beds, not cells.”

70 “I have nightmares too.”

71 “Don’t act like you’re innocent in all this! I might’ve been the bomb, but you were the kill-switch. You had to chance to stop me. But you were too weak to take it, weren’t you?”

72 “You killed her.” “I was trying to save her.”

73“His death is on your hands.”

74 “Are you naked?” “Maybe.”

75 “Let’s go hunting.” “I’m not killing animals.”

76 “We need to talk.”

77 “I’m dying.”

78 “We shouldn’t be taking dead people’s things.”

79 “This is the Garden of Eden, but we’re the serpent.”

80 “Humans are the reason the world ended in the first place.”

81 “One day, you’ll understand.”

82 “I can’t believe you’re dead.”

83 “Come back for me.”

84 “Promise?” “Promise.”

85 “I was banished.”

86 “Is it a compliment to be mistaken as a Grounder?”

87 “You promised!”

88 “I don’t know how to swim.” “I’ll teach you.”

89 “Kiss me.”

90 “Stop fighting.”

91 “We’re not immune.”

92 “Shut up.” “Make me.”

93 “The Grounders are ruthless.”

94 “Kidnapping? Killing? This isn’t us.” “That’s where you’re wrong.”

95 “Are you crying?”

96 “You’re not the person I fell in love with.” “Neither are you.”

97 “I was locked up at the mere age of 5 for trying to save my mom. I’d say the Ark was pretty gruesome.”

98 “The privileged don’t think they’re privileged.”

99 “I’m scared.” “Me too.”

100 “Oh God. Oh no.” “No!”

#the100 #the100promptlist #promptlist #bellamyblake #octaviablake #clarkegriffin #finncollins #ravenreyes #johnmurphy #montygreen #jasperjordan #lincoln #lexa #grounders

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finnsgrin · 3 years

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Period Pain - Bellamy Blake

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: bellamyblake

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Word count: 2,345

Published: September 24, 2021

TW: Menstruation, blood, mentions of nausea, some sexist comments, cursing

Spoilers: None

A/N: I wrote this for my lovely friend who is dealing with a rough period. I love you, C, and I hope you feel better🥺 Here is some Bellamy fluff for you! Also, I didn't proof read this, so, sorry for any mistakes!

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♡Masterlist♡

Punching the number code into the keypad, you grumble to yourself as Murphys words ring in your head.

"God, why are girls even allowed on the scouting team? They're always too busy checking their hair. Why don't even need guns to fight off the grounders. We have (Y/N) here to scare them off. Is it just me, or is she crazier than usual today?" Murphys sexist comment was delivered with a smirk.

It probably didn't help your case that in response to Murphys asshole comment, you lunged at him, and hit him hard in the face with your elbow.

"IS THAT CRAZY ENOUGH FOR YOU MURPHY, IS IT?!?!" You had screamed at him.

You would have done some significant damage if Lincoln and Miller hadn't pried you off of Murphy.

"See what I mean? Crazy bitch." Murphy mumbled that last part under his breath, and it was a good thing Lincoln and Miller had both of your arms pinned behind your back, or you would have attacked him again.

"Murphy, enough!" Kane had hissed. He was head of the scouting group today, and it was too damn early for any of this nonsense.

"Murphy, you're on latrine duty." Kane continued, snatching the walkie talkie from Murphys hands.

"What?! That's so not fair!" He retaliated.

"What's wrong, Murphy? Not man enough to do it?" Harper smirked from her post, and Murphy shot her a death glare.

Murphy was still sulking as he walked out of the room, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief that he was gone.

You had to admit, Murphy had some balls saying something like that. Todays scouting group consisted of you, Miller, Lincoln, Monroe, Harper, and Octavia. Any one of you could easily take Murphy on. In fact, Harper had beat him in a sparring match just last night. What drove him to say such a thing was beyond you, but, Murphy usually never thinks before he speaks, so, It didn't entirely shock you.

What you had even done to warrant such a comment was beyond you. You had barely spoken two words to anyone that morning. Your guess was that Murphy was just talking to hear himself.

"(Y/N), you're off too. I want you to go back to your quarters, and get some rest." Kane continued.

The two men let go of you, and you shook your head quickly.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I promise, I-"

Kane cut off your apology by holding up his hand.

"(Y/L/N), you're a good kid. I've never had any troubles with you before. Honestly, Murphy had it coming. He's said one too many misogynistic comments. I'm not allowed to punch kids, so, thanks for doing it for me." Kane gave you a small smile, and everyone in the room let out a laugh.

"So, if I'm not in trouble, why are you kicking me out?" You questioned, confused.

"You're pale as hell, (Y/N)." Miller answered for Kane, and Kane nodded in agreement.

"I feel fine." You said.

Okay, that was a lie. You felt like complete garbage. You were nauseous, and achy, and your skin was cold and clammy.

"Seriously, go get some rest. We'll have someone else take over for you." Kane extended his hand to you, beckoning you to hand over your walkie talkie.

You sighed, disappointed that you were missing out on todays scouting mission, but, admittedly, also kind of relieved that you could just go lay down and take a nap.

Everyone shot you looks of pity as you exited the room. You loved scouting missions, and everyone knew it. This was the first time you would ever missed one.

On your walk back to your dorm, you spotted Jackson, who gave you a friendly smile.

"Hey, (Y/N)! I thought you were on a scout?" The doctor took a moment out of his busy schedule to converse with you.

You sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you fought off an approaching headache.

"I was, until they sent me away. Said I looked sick." You used air quotations on the last two words, rolling your eyes.

"I'm gonna be honest. From a medical professionals point of view, you look like hell, (Y/N)." Jackson rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Gee, thanks. Is that your official diagnosis?" You scoffed.

"Just being honest. Come to medical if you start to feel any worse. Drink lots of fluids." Jackson gave you a quick pat on the back as he hurried off to help an injured man who was being carried in.

Your footsteps feel heavy, and you sway a bit to the side. Maybe it was a good thing you were being sent home.

Your boyfriend, Bellamy, was working with Clarke, Abby, and Monty today as they discussed the plans of rationing, and you were grateful he wasn't in your shared room to see you in such a state. He had so much to worry about, and you didn't want to add any stress to his plate.

When you enter your room, you kick off your hunting boots that were just a little too tight. It felt good to have your sore feet be free.

Your queen sized bed that you share with Bellamy is still a mess from the hurry you two were in this morning to get to work. You curl onto Bellamys side of the bed, breathing in his comforting scent of gun powder, and pine.

A deep ache resignates in your abdomen, and you groan, flipping onto your side and curling in the fetal position. Maybe you were catching the nasty stomach bug that was going around Arkadia.

You sigh as the pain eases, and close your eyes as you fall asleep.

***

When you awake, your mouth is dry, and the pain is worse. You remember Jacksons advice on staying hydrated, and sit up to get a glass of water.

You feel wet and sticky, and you wonder if you had sweat through a fever. You groan, and stretch. The clock on the wall says it's 12:15. You've been asleep for almost four hours. Bellamy sometimes comes back to your room for lunch, and you two talk about your day so far.

When you stretch, you feel something warm tricked down your leg, and you freeze in your tracks.

"Shit." You curse as you look down.

Your eyes are met with a dark trail of blood running down to the floor.

You whip around, and gasp when you see the giant blood stain on the white sheets. Bellamy could NOT see this.

You begin tearing the the blankets and pillows off of the mattress, your heart pounding as more blood pools at your feet.

The door gives a beep as it is unlocked and opened. It's too late to remake the bed.

Bellamy walks in, two plates of lunch balancing on his arm. Today, it's mashed turnips, and boiled deer meat.

He smiles as he walks in, but his face falls as he's met with your panicked expression, and the bloody bed sheets.

"Babe, what happened, are you okay?" He quickly sets the food on the desk in the corner of your room, and makes his way to you.

"I-" Before you can even say anything else, tears begin to uncontrollably fall from your eyes, and you break down into sobs.

Of COURSE it's your period.

On the Ark, people with periods were given a shot every three months to stop their period, as the Ark was incapable of providing pads and tampons to everyone. Sometimes, if they were low on the vaccine, you were given menstrual cups, but, in all honesty, that rarely happened.

Now that you were on the ground, there was no way to make the medicine, and Mount Weather had been blown up last week, so those with a uterus were being hit hard and fast with their period.

"Oh, princess." Bellamy took you into his arms, holding you close, and rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I'll - I'll clean it up." Your words were broken as your emotions ran rampant. You were in pain, and felt sick, and you were so embarrassed.

"No, no, don't even worry about it. You go get in the shower. We'll have some cuddles when you get out. Does that sound nice?" Bellamy whispered in your ear, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You pulled back, shocked by his words.

"You forget I helped raise my sister for 15 years." Bellamy chuckled as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I picked up some soap and put it in there last night. Take your time." His eyes were kind, and he wiped away your tears with his thumb.

"Thank you, Bell." You whisper.

If you had the energy in you, probably would have burst into tears again right then and there.

The walk to the shower is short. It's only a few feet away, but drops of blood still litter the floor.

You turn on the water, and wait for it to heat up.

As you strip, you almost pass out from the amount of blood in your pants.

Seriously, there was probably enough blood there to heal a dozen mountain men from radiation poisoning.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to control your nausea, and step into the shower. The water feels nice as you let it run over your body, cleaning you of sweat and blood.

The comments from earlier this morning make sense now. Looking pale, the mood swings, the dizziness...

You wash yourself with the soap Bellamy had brought home, and turn up the heat of the water in a desperate attempt to soothe your contracting muscles.

You were in the shower for maybe 10 minutes, just trying to wash away the grossness you were feeling, when you hear a knock at the door.

"Babe, can I come in?" You hear Bellamy on the other side.

"Yeah." Your voice is small, and you hear the door open.

The sliding glass door to the shower is fogged up from the heat of the water, but you can make out Bellamys clothed figure in the doorway.

"I put your pajamas by the fire outside so they could be a little warm. There's also some thick cloth, and clothes pins you can use to make sure you don't bleed through anything." Bellamy sets your clothes on the toilet seat.

"Thank you." You whisper.

Bellamy gives you a smile, a nod, and closes the door.

You stay under the hot water as long as you can until it manually shuts off. There's only so much heating the Ark can power.

You frown as the water turns off abruptly, and quickly dry off before blood can start flowing again.

The cloth and clothespins pinned to your underwear aren't very comfortable, but they're better than nothing, and it gives you some peace of mind knowing that you won't bleed onto the sheets again... hopefully.

The pajamas Bellamy set out for you are a pair of dark sleep shorts, and one of Bellamys shirts.

The warm clothes feel lovely against your skin, and you smile at the small act of kindness your boyfriend thought of for you.

You make sure your soiled pants are in the dirty laundry hamper before you exit the bathroom.

Bellamy isn't in his usual work clothes which consists of a bullet proof vest, and dark pants, and thick and heavy boots. He's wearing a pair of boxers, and an old tee shirt.

"I took the rest of day off of work so I can help take care of you." Bellamy explained before you could speak.

You give a small smile, and cross over to the bed where he's laying on. The sheets are fresh and clean, but he's laid a black towel on your side just incase of any accidents.

"That's sweet, Bell, but you didn't have to do that." You smile, and plop down next to him.

He immediately takes you into his arms, holding you close to his muscular chest.

"Octavia told me what happened today. How you freaked out at Murphy."

You open your mouth again, ready to defend your actions.

"I'm not gonna scold you. The shit probably deserved it." Bellamy chuckled.

You smiled, curling in deeper to his chest.

You liked how nothing was ever too serious with Bell. He didn't pressure you to talk when it wasn't serious.

A sudden wave of pain overtakes your entire body, and you flinch, a small scream protruding from your lips.

"Babe, babe, are you okay?" Bellamys eyes are flooded with worry, as you clench your eyes shit, your face contorted into pure pain.

You curl tightly into a ball, and your hands instinctively go to your stomach, where you wish you could rip out your uterus right then and there.

Bellamy sees where your hands are, and he takes his hands to replace yours. His hands are large, and warm. He gently lifts up your shirt, and begins to massage at the tense muscles contracting beneath your skin.

"Jesus, babe." He whispers as you whimper at the contact.

"It hurts, Bell." You groan, tears rolling down your cheeks and into your ears.

Bellamys heart breaks at the sight of you. The girl he loves in pain. He would take it all from you in a heartbeat.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?" Bellamy speaks softly as he runs away at a knot in your stomach.

You nod, feeling a little sleepy. The hot shower relaxed your body, and stories always help relax your mind, especially when Bellamy tells them. His voice is just so soothing.

You nod, yawning.

Bellamy begins to tell a story about Aphrodite. He loves telling you stories about the goddess of beauty, because she reminds him so much of you.

You slowly lull off to sleep as Bellamys hands massage away your cramps, and his voice soothes away all of your worries.

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John Murphy - Soulmate AU

John Murphy x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

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Word Count: 1,680

Published on: August 22, 2020

TW: Blood and sickness

Spoilers: S1 E10

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Where the very first words your soulmate will say to you is tattooed on your wrist

John Murphy

♡Masterlist♡ You had always been envious of your friends and the tattoos on their wrists.

It wasn't the tattoo you were jealous of. Everyone on the Ark had one.

It was what their tattoos said that made your blood boil.

When you're born, you come with a tattoo on your wrist, and that tattoo consists of the first words your soulmate will say to you.

"I can't believe it's really you."

"You're so beautiful."

"My soulmate is the prettiest girl on the Ark."

Yeah, those were all of the things tattooed on your friends wrists.

What did yours say?

I think I'm going to throw up.

Yup. Those are the words written on you for the rest of your life.

You had gone over and over time and time again trying to imagine your first encounter with your soulmate.

All of your friends gushed over how cute their soulmates already were, while you pondered over the fact that your soulmate would be physically ill when he first met you.

You hid your wrist as much as possible, and were grateful when the wristband you were issued covered up the words you hated so much.

You met a lot of new people after being sent to the ground, and were relieved when days had gone by and you hadn't heard the words you dreaded.

After the malfunction that made all of the wristbands come off, you did what you could to hide the words.

Wearing long sleeves, making bracelets out of spare cord...

Almost a month had gone by, and you still didn't hear anyone complaining about being sick.

Until he came back.

You had never spoken to John Murphy.

Hell, you didn't even know what color his eyes were. You stayed as far away from his as possible, and, rightfully so.

You were among the first to be in contact with him after your best friend, Octavia Blake, had found him in the woods, beaten to a pulp.

After Clarke had determined biological warfare, you volunteered to help with the sick. It was inevitable that you were going to get sick anyway, you being one of the first to touch the ill boy, so you might as well help while you could. At least a dozen people were on their death beds, and the words on your wrist were just a memory in moments like these where it was life or death.

You were making rounds, passing out water, when he caught your eye.

Normally, the sight of the boy everyone despised in such anguish would having you smiling to yourself.

But this was different.

He was shaking. Beaten. Bruised and bloody. Vulnerable. Broken.

And it hurt you.

"How are you feeling?"

You crouched down next to him, frowning at the absence of his fingernails which had been ripped off by the Grounders.

His eyes met yours. They were blue. They reminded you of the sky. Up on the Ark, you used to sit for hours in front of the window that faced earth, and marvel at the blue. Coming to earth, you didn't expect the sky to be so... vivid and beautiful.

But his eyes were also full of panic.

"I think I'm gonna throw up."

Your heart stopped.

John Murphy?

Out of all of the people in the universe, your soulmate was John Murphy?

"Yeah, me too." You whispered.

You both sat in silence, and you waited for him to vomit, but he didn't. After simmering in the awkwardness, you eventually stood, and went around the dropship tending to the others.

The entire time, his eyes followed you.

Not soon after your encounter with your dreaded soulmate did you fall ill.

You were passing out water when you looked down in the cup to see that it had turned a crimson red. You frowned, confused. But the question to your curiosity was answered when you reached up to wipe your nose with the back of your hand, and were met with the blood that was dripping. Immediately, you called for Clarke, and she made you lay down in the only available spot which, go figure, was right next to Murphy.

You laid there in anguish, clenching your teeth together and tilting your head to the side when you felt the uncontrollable urge to vomit.

Someone was holding your hair back, and when you were finished emptying the contents of your stomach, you turned around to thank Clarke, who you presumed was the one who was helping.

But it wasn't Clarke. She was on the other side of the dropship tending to someone's wound.

Murphy looked better than he had an hour ago, and you awkwardly wiped the dribble off of your chin.

"Thank you." You croaked, your voice raw.

"It's the least I could do for my soulmate." The corner of his lips curled up into a smirk.

After sitting in more silence, he broke it.

"Did you think it would be me?" He asked you, propping himself up on his elbow.

You frowned.

"What?" You inquired.

"Did you think it would be me? Did you ever think you would get lucky enough to have me as your soulmate?" He smiled cockily.

You just scoffed, which turned into a hacking cough.

"I knew I was lucky the moment I understood what the words on my wrist meant." He whispered after you had gotten your breathing under control.

You blinked, confused once again for the millionth time that day.

He extended his right wrist to you, where the very first words you had ever spoken to him were.

How are you feeling?

You ran your index finger over the tattoo. His skin was rough and calloused.

"I knew that I was lucky, because the very first words my soulmate would ever say to me were asking how I was feeling. My soulmate was kind. Caring. Selfless." His voice had dropped even quieter, and you strained to hear him.

You smiled, and looked down at your wrist.

"I always thought my soulmate was an asshole." You smiled as he gently traced the words on your wrist. A jolt of electricity pulsed through you.

"Well, you weren't wrong." Murphy laughed once, and looked you in your (Y/C/E) eyes which were blotched red from all of coughing.

"You should get some rest." He pulled his hand away from your wrist, and you secretly longed for his touch.

Seriously, (Y/N) It's John Murphy. Maybe there was a mistake. There's no way he's my soulmate.

You tried to convince yourself of this. He had been so awful to everyone on the ground. How could someone as sweet as you be destined to someone as selfish as him?

"Yeah. Yeah, I should. We both should." You closed your eyes, and turned your head away from him in fear that you would end up staring at him.

Fatigue overcame you, and you thought of the irony of it all.

The very day you meet your soulmate might very well be the same day you both die.

"Murphy?" His name rolled effortlessly off your tounge.

He was quite for a moment.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, turning to face you.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.

"Please be here when I open my eyes." You whispered.

The last thing you remember before sinking into unconsciousness, was him taking your hand into his.

Miraculously, you both survived through the night. When you opened your eyes again, you were met with him gazing at you.

"Good morning." He greeted you with a small smile. The grovel in his voice was gone, and color had begun to return to his cheeks.

"Hi." You smiled softly, and swallowed, the pain in your throat gone.

Clarke examined the both of you, and explained that the sickness was a 24 hour thing, and you two should be fine now.

Both you and Murphy exited the dropship side by side to go get some water from the still.

You both walked slowly, your bones and joints still aching and sore.

"It wasn't just because I was sick that I said it." He broke the silence.

You raised an eyebrow, perplexed, and he held out his tattooed wrist.

You nodded in understanding, and motioned for him to continue.

"Yeah, I already felt sick, but the moment I realized you were my... soulmate," He smiled at the word, a blush creeping to his cheeks.

"I was so scared I was going to get you killed, (Y/N)," His eyes were full of sadness.

"If I lived, and if I got you killed, I wouldn't be able to live with myself." His words grew thick and weighed heavy.

You grabbed both of his hands with yours, and looked him in the eyes.

"But you didn't. And, even if you did, it wouldn't have been your fault." Your words were comforting to him, but he still blinked back tears.

"How is it that someone like me is destined to be with someone like you? A butterfly and a dungbeetle." He reached up his hand to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"I don't think you would be a dungbettle. Maybe a stink bug." You smirked.

"Actually I was referring to myself as the butterfly. You would be the dungbettle," He laughed as you playfully smacked him on his shoulder.

"I know I haven't been the best person, but for you, I'm willing to change." He continued.

Your heart began to beat erratically as he leaned in for a sweet kiss. Although both of your lips were chapped, it was still the best kiss you bet you'd ever have.

"Hey! Keep your lips separated, or we're gonna have another outbreak. This time, mono!" You heard Octavia gag a few feet away from you.

You both flipped her off at the same time, and you heard someone chuckle.

"Yup. They're definitely meant for each other."

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Once Upon A Time - Monty Green

Monty Green x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

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Monty Green

Based on S1

Spoilers: None

Acid fog nearly takes both you and Monty out, but you are able to seek shelter, where questions are answered, and truths are revealed.

Word Count: 5,045

Published on: July 12, 2020

TW: Talk about burns and infections which are kind of gross. Monty and Jasper being assholes lmao

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"Oh, come on! Do I really have to be paired with HER?"

Monty's words stung as we were assigned our partners for the gathering of the woods where we picked berries, hunted, and kept an eye out for anything useful.

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin had carefully constructed a list of people who they thought would work best together. Jasper and Monty were separated, because whenever the both of them are together, nothing ever gets done. I guess no one got the memo that Monty Green now hates my guts.

I didn't even think about who I was being paired up with, because it's such a trivial thing compared to what we were currently facing on the ground. Gosh, if Clarke and Bellamy told me to work with John Murphy, I would do it without complaints. They were just trying to keep us alive. Grounders were the number one worry on their plate. They didn't need petty teenage drama.

"You have a problem with (Y/L/N)?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow and looked at the both of us. Monty and I had been best friends since we started crawling, and this definitely threw him for a loop.

I grit my teeth together, and struggled to remain composed.

Breath... just breathe... I forced myself to take deep breaths in through my nose, and exhaled out through my mouth.

"I'll switch you the traitor for the pyromaniac." Jasper stood next to Murphy whom he had been assigned to. Why Clarke and Bellamy thought that was a good idea? We may never know.

"Gladly." I heard Monty grumble under his breath.

"Enough, the both of you. The pairings are final." Bellamy boomed, his authoritative voice echoing through the trees.

I did my best to pay attention. I honestly did. But it was kind of difficult to do that when I had Monty and Jasper glaring at me the entire time.

Heat flooded to my cheeks, and I blinked back tears.

I wouldn't let them see me cry. Not for something that wasn't even my fault.

"Alright, break!" Bellamy jumped down from the boulder which he was standing on to get everyone's attention, and people began to split off into different directions.

"Well? Are you coming?" Monty sneered at me as I looked around, confused as to what was happening and what I should do.

I opened my mouth to ask which direction we were heading, but all I got in response was a scowl.

"Typical. Still pretending you're innocent, (Y/N)? What else is new?" Jasper shoved beside me not being the least bit gentle of my shoulder which had been injured in the drop ship crash. That idiot Finn Collins just had to defy the laws of gravity, and use my body as his landing pad.

I ground my teeth together, rubbing the ache away.

Jasper and Monty walked ahead of me, and I allowed myself a few tears to fall from my eyes.

"What happened to the Three Musketeers?"

I jumped, unaware that I wasn't alone.

John Murphy stood next to me, his eye beginning to blacken after the blow Pike delivered to it.

To confide, or not confide?

I realized now how much their hatred towards me was weighing on me, and I needed to talk about it to someone. Even if it was John Murphy.

"They think I ratted them out on the Ark." My voice was hardly a whisper, and I noticed Jasper and Monty begin to slow down. Almost as if they were attempting to listen in on the hushed conversation I was having with everyone's least favorite convict.

"Did you?" Murphy kicked a stick out of the way, startling a nearby squirrel up a tree.

I shook my head.

"Of course not. They're my best friends. Why would I do that?" I said.

"We WERE your best friends. Past tense." Jasper corrected me from up ahead.

I fought the urge to pick up the stone that was near my foot and chuck it so hard at Jaspers head that-

"(Y/L/N)! Murphy! What are you two doing? You're not paired up. Get with your partner, and head out! I don't want to have to warn you again!"

Bellamy's order snapped me out of my fantasy, and Murphy gave me a quick nod as he and Jasper fell behind Monty and I to set snares.

Where Monty and I were even going was a mystery to me, but I found myself wishing Murphy was here. At least I could talk to him. Between just the two of us here, the only sounds were the crunching of leaves underneath our boots, and the occasional chirp from a bird.

On more than one occasion, I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

How would Monty feel if he knew the truth? If he knew what had really happened the day he and Jasper were taken into custody?

But it wasn't me who broke the silence. It was Monty.

"You know, it's a comfort knowing that Jasper and I aren't the only ones on the ground who were betrayed by someone they've known their whole lives. Well's ratted out Clarke's dad. Got him floated, and Clarke locked in a cell. Maybe all of us could sit around the fire sometime for some T.A; Traitors anonymous,"

Unclipped fingernails dug into the palm of my hand, and it took everything in me to not scream the entire truth of it all.

"Except, it wouldn't be completely anonymous. Because you and Wells would be the traitors, and the rest of us would-."

"Monty, shut up."

Monty crossed his arms across his chest, and scoffed.

"What? Afraid of the truth?"

"Monty, seriously, stop talking."

I think it was the genuine fear in my eyes that convinced the boy to shut up.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

I frowned, my eyes darting around the forest which surrounded us.

All seemed normal from the perspective of someone who wasn't observant.

It was just a forest. What did you expect?

Trees with moss. Fallen trunks sprouting fungi. The rustle of the leaves when the breeze came by. Peaceful. Quiet.

No, not quiet.

Silent.

I gasped, the absence of any other mammal besides Monty suddenly apparent to me.

My eyes scanned the trees anxiously, and my stomach dropped when I couldn't even catch a glimpse of a wing.

There were no squirrels, no rabbits, no birds... not even insects.

"(Y/N), what's going on?"

Monty had grabbed my shoulders and began to shake them roughly.

I wasn't even aware of the pain in my right shoulder that resurfaced with the extra movement.

I just knew we needed to leave.

Now.

My body reacted faster than my mind, and I found myself physically dragging Monty through the woods by his wrist.

Dirt flew up from underneath our feet, and got in our mouths. Thorn bushes caught our clothes and snagged our flesh.

My eyes searched frantically for somewhere, anywhere we could take shelter in.

"Hold up, hold up!"

Monty had planted his feet firmly on the ground, and no amount of me yanking him could make him budge.

"Monty, we have to go! We have to go right now! Please!" I pleaded with him, the silence becoming deafening.

"Not until you tell me what's going on." He frowned, clearly having the idea in his mind that I was losing mine.

I took a deep breath.

"Do you remember the classes we took with Pike before we came down here?" I managed to slow down my words so they were manageable enough to comprehend.

He rolled his eyes again.

"Number one, we didn't come down here. We were forced down here. And, number two, what do you think? No one paid attention to anything."

"Except me, Monty! And Pike said that-."

"Pike also said the earth wasn't survivable. I'll take his word with a grain of salt." Monty shrugged away from my touch, and began trekking forward.

"Monty, there are no animals around! None! Something is wrong. It could be an earthquake, or a storm, or-."

"How about a friend who betrayed you? I'll take an earthquake over that any day!" He interrupted me, his spit flying in my face.

That was it.

That was the last straw.

He was about to know the truth.

Oh, who cared if he believed me, or not? I just needed to say it once.

But it wasn't the truth that was sounded.

It was a horn.

At least, I think that's what a horn sounds like.

It echoed throughout the forest, bouncing off the trees.

It came out of nowhere.

Not just the horn, but the fog that clouded behind us.

A fluorescent green, it screamed danger.

It screamed death.

My feet were one with the ground, and I struggled to move.

Everything weighed heavy.

My feet, my legs, the air, his words...

"Come on! We have to move!"

Static rang in my ears and I probably wouldn't have been able to walk if Monty hadn't literally shoved me forward, giving my body the push it needed to escape.

It was his turn to roughly grab my wrist and drag me through the forest. Whatever this fog was made of, it was moving, and it was moving fast.

"To the left!" My voice was hoarse, and I prayed Monty could hear me over the horn which was still sounding.

He did, and he dragged me to the left where a cave was.

He pushed me in first, and he soon followed.

But not before the sizzle of flesh could be heard coming from him body.

Monty let out a painful cry, and threw himself on the ground of our shelter, which was damp soil and rock from the trapped condensation.

He curled himself up tightly in a ball, his hands protecting his neck.

The fog seemed to move right past us. Luckily, it didn't have a sense of direction. All it knew was straight.

My hands hovered over his body, unsure of what to do.

"Let me see your arm." My own words sounded far away as I gently prodded his left arm. It was bare, and the hair had either burnt off, or had been charred. With little to no light, I doubted I was seeing even the half of it.

Monty hissed, pulling away instinctively. I didn't blame him. It looked like it hurt like hell. His once soft and tan skin had folded up and was bunched together in a puffy sort of way. Angry red was beginning to appear, and I recognized this as a chemical burn.

"So, what's the verdict, Doc? You obviously paid attention in earth skills. What do you know about this?"

Monty's voice was soft, and if it weren't for the tremble in his voice, I would have taken this as a sarcastic ass comment. But it wasn't. It was genuine. The poor boy was hurting, and he needed help.

I wracked my brain for something, anything to recall. Sure, I remembered about the animal signs, but that was in the heat of the moment when I wasn't thinking about anything except the fact that I was with the person who probably hates me the most.

But this was now, and this was real. This wasn't a simulation, or the stupid role playing Pike forced us to do in class.

Water. We needed water, and we needed it now.

My hands pawed at the interior of our shelter, and I let out a sigh of relief when moisture came into contact with my slightly scraped hands. The cold felt good.

Stumbling in the dark, my eyes struggled to succumb to their new surroundings.

If the walls were wet, that had to mean there was water nearby.

Drip... Drip... Drip.

Yes! My heart soared as I neared closer and closer to the distinct pattering of water a good ways toward the back of the cave.

"Wh-What are you doing?! There could be something back there! A bear, or something!" Monty rose to his feet, limping towards me. The fog had taken a toll on his legs, too.

I rolled my eyes.

Like he cared.

He despised me.

The only reason he was even worried about a bear is because if I got attacked, that meant his burns would go untreated, and he would get attacked, too.

Without warning, a steady stream of frigid water began to trickle on the top of my head, and I gave a surprised gasp.

I heard Monty go silent.

"It's okay. It's water, which is exactly what we need. Can you make it over here? Follow the sound of my voice." My words echoed throughout the enclosed space, and I made a mental note to start a fire soon. It would be helpful to see, and it was cold in here.

"Okay. Where are you?" Monty called back, sounded farther away.

"I'm over here. You know, in the opposite direction of outside." I smirked.

Monty laughed once, and hissed in pain.

I bit my lip.

Why did I care so much? He hated me. Why did I still care?

"You saved us back there." Monty sounded closer.

"I guess paying attention comes in handy." I answered numbly.

Monty was now directly in front of me.

I could hear his breathing, and feel his body heat radiate off of him.

We both breathed shallowly for a moment in the dark, and I could have sworn his hand brushed past mine, but I shook it off as an accident, and gently laid my hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, there's a stream of water just right over here. It's really cold, but it'll help your burns. I'm gonna try to get a fire started." I hurried away from the burned boy before I could say or do something stupid that I know would be regretful.

As I ventured more towards the one and only opening of the cave, I heard Monty sigh in relief as the water treated his burns.

It was better, now. I could see a little bit. Whatever the hell that fog was made of covered the sun and gave the effect that the world was bathed in green.

I scavenged for dry twigs and leaves and rocks along the side of the cave, until I had decent enough pickings to start a small fire.

I took my time walking back to where Monty was. I needed time to gather my thoughts. There were so many of them.

Where was everyone else? Did they manage to seek shelter?

Were Monty and I being worried about? Surely Jasper would be afraid for Monty, but he could care less about me.

And what about Monty's burns? I remember when we learned about the Second World War in History class. There were a lot of bombs. Some of them burned the people so bad, it rendered the limb completely useless. Sometimes they died of radiation, or infection.

Monty groaned a few feet away from me, and I bit the inside of my cheek, kneeling down to assemble what I had managed to find.

Several rocks later, and a lot of cursing, a spark landed on the tinder, and the flames grew to the size of an average campfire.

It was nice to have the fire now. We could both see, and be a little warmer.

What wasn't good was the reaction Monty got when he caught sight of his injuries.

He gasped, stumbling back and hitting the wall.

The water was supposed to make him better.

But it did the complete opposite.

The angry red was now a furious crimson, and puss began to ooze from several openings that blisters had popped open.

I swallowed a gag, and put on a brave face for Monty.

"This happens sometimes. We just need to clean it. Can you sit?" I gestured to the floor, and he gladly took a seat.

Good.

I didn't need him to pass out and get a concussion.

I may have paid attention in classes, but I was no doctor. This was a job for Clarke.

Think, think! What would Clarke do?

Well, first off, Clarke wouldn't be a wimp about this.

I thought back to the times where she cared for those at camp. She always seemed so put together no matter what she was faced with.

I took deep breaths to steady myself, and shimmied my backpack off of my shoulders where a few emergency supplies were tucked away.

Bellamy had given everyone a knife, and that's the first thing I pulled out. In one swift move, I had cut Monty's shirt off of his body.

"Hey!" He objected as soon as he felt the absence of clothing on his body.

"Your skin has to be able to breath. Sorry." I took the cloth and began tearing it into long strips that could be used for bandaging.

Yes, I recall Clarke doing this when someone was stabbed or shot or burned.

Now came the hard part.

My trembling fingers hovered above his right forearm, which is where the burns were the worst.

What would Clarke do, now?

I knew exactly what she would do. I just didn't want to have to do it.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" I heard Monty's voice low in my ear.

My rapid breathing was full of anxiety, and I mentally slapped myself for losing my cool the moment things got even close to being bad.

I was never one for the medical field. I don't know how people did it. Needles and blood were my biggest fear. How was I supposed to do this?

"I don't know how Clarke does this." I spoke through clenched teeth as I began to sterilize my blade with the heat from the fire.

I heard Monty gulp as he came to the realization of what was about to happen. Clarke had to do this when Jasper came back with the infected wound in his chest. Monty saw how bad it hurt Jasper.

"(Y/N)..." His voice was soft, and it broke my heart.

Orange and red cascaded the silver blade, and I turned to Monty.

"Monty, I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

A tear ran down my cheek as Monty cowered against the cave wall. He took deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Here, bite on this." I unhooked my leather belt with my free hand that wasn't wielding the flaming knife, and handed it to Monty who's hands shook.

I felt dizzy, and the lack of equipment made me uneasy. At least on the drop ship we had disinfectant and suture supplies.

On three.

One...

Two...

"AHHHHH!" Monty screamed as I sliced open the first wound. Blood and creamy puss oozed from it, and I swallowed my own vomit.

I used my hands to squeeze out as much puss as I could, and then I took Monty's a strip of Monty's shirt and pressed it firmly to the cut until the bleeding was under control. Then, I reheated the blade and cauterized it shut.

This went on for at least an hour. He had at least a half dozen burns on his left arm, a couple on his hands, and a few on the back of his thigh. I had to stop every now and then when the smell of burning flesh became too much for me and I had to turn my head and vomit into the dirt.

When it was finally over, the tears had dried to his face, and his breathing came out hitched.

I threw the knife across the cave where it bounced off the cement wall with a clank.

Green was still evident outside, and I didn't doubt that we would have to spend the night in this cave together.

I got up without a word and made my way to where the steady stream of water came from.

Monty's shirt was toast. It was destroyed in the first place, with blood and pus speckling it. I took the bottom half of my own shirt and ripped off a good portion of it. Then I got it wet with the water. I walked back to Monty and persuaded him to open his mouth. I squeezed the liquid down his throat, and then took the damp cloth and laid it across his right arm.

He sighed. I couldn't imagine how good the cold must feel.

"Thank you." He sighed, a grateful smile dancing on his pink lips.

I nodded curtly once, even though his eyes were shut and he couldn't see me.

The fire was dying, so I used what dry kindling was around us, and fed the flames which grew.

Now all there was to do was wait for the fog to disappear.

I situated myself across from Monty, and sat with my forehead resting on knees which were tucked snuggly against my chest.

"Tell me a story." I heard Monty's voice heavy with fatigue from the activities of the day.

I allowed myself a dark chuckle. Back on the Ark, Jasper, Monty, and I used to make up stories to pass the time. One of us would start, and we would take turns feeding the story.

"I'll start," Monty adjusted his leg to a more comfortable position.

"Once upon a time, there was boy and a girl. They lived on an Ark in space." Monty's words were loud enough for me to hear what was being said, and I could hear how uncomfortable he was. And he had the right to be.

Where was this supposed to go?

I decided to play along. What else did I have to do?

"The boy and the girl did everything together. They were the best of friends," I continued, my voice small as I took a damp leaf and picked it apart into shreds.

Monty grew silent.

What was he supposed to say next?

"One day, everything changed." My voice grew thick with emotion.

"The boy, and his friend, Jasper, snuck into the farm on the Ark, and they stole herbs." Monty continued for me, ending in a regretful scoff.

I took a breath, and swallowed.

"The girl took the blame of telling on them, in fear for the heartbreak both boys would surely feel if they were to figure out the truth of who really told,"

Monty frowned, and narrowed his eyes. Every story that we ever told together was fictional, but this was different. He probably thought I was making this up. I waited for him to interrupt and tell me to cut the bullshit.

"The girl knew who told, but she took the blame. The boys were her best friends, and she loved them both more than anything in the world." My voice broke at the end.

The only noise was our breathing, the drips of the water, and the crackling of the fire.

"Is there a part to the story that I'm unaware of?" Monty asked me.

I nodded quickly, a tear falling onto the dirt floor. I forced myself to make eye contact with him, and he listened intently.

"The boy and the girl are on the ground, now," I continued.

"And the girl is so scared that the boy won't believe her. Why would he? He's spent the last year hating her." I bit my bottom lip.

"The boy never hated the girl. He just hated what she did." Monty stared at me with pain in his eyes.

"Or for what she didn't do." I snapped.

He blinked, waiting for me to continue.

"Both boys don't know the truth of it all." My voice had fallen to a whisper.

"The girl never told on her friends. How petty is that? She would have never told anyone. Why would she? It was the boys mother. She had a reputation to uphold, and knew the following year, 100 delinquents would be sent to the ground. She made sure her boy was on the list."

Monty's mouth slightly fell open, and sadness registered across his face.

"Once the girl found this out, she had to do something. She wouldn't let her friends be alone in prison. So, she did something to get her thrown in a cell. She punched the boys mother in the face. It was the least she could do." I smiled at the memory. Punching Hannah Green in the face was probably the highlight of my life on the ship. I never liked her. She was too strict on Monty, and was always on the lookout to report anyone who put a toe out of line.

"Both boys spent a year in a cell together despising the girl, for they believed it was her who ratted them out. And, she let them believe that. For the longest time. How heartbroken would the boy be if he found out his own mother who turned him in? The girl remained silent, and took the hateful words from the boys who used to be her friends."

Monty's face registered emotion, now. Sorrow and regret flutter across his face.

"(Y/N)..." He whispered.

I held up my hand, indicating that the story wasn't yet finished.

"Now the boy and the girl sit together in a cave, with reflection on their faces, and memories haunting their minds. The girl doesn't expect the boy to believe her. Why would he? The girl just wants the boy to know that it wasn't her. She would have never done anything like that. And she's so grateful every day on the ground, because she can see both of the boys happy as they smile at the chirp of a bird, or gaze in awe at the sky. Even if the boy never does believe her, she wouldn't blame him. It's his mother. That's bound to be a hard truth to swallow. This stories ending has not yet been determined, but the girl hopes it ends with the truth being realized."

We didn't speak for a while, and my words echoed in the cave. Monty's frown was evident as he pondered over the words that had just come out of my mouth.

"My-My mom? My mom is the one who turned us in?" Monty's eyes were full of unshed tears, and his voice was numb.

A tear fell down my cheek, and I walked over to Monty, laying my hand on his knee which was one of the only parts of his body which wasn't burned.

"I'm so, so sorry, Monty." I whispered.

He turned to me, and I used the pads of my thumbs to wipe away the tears which began to trail down his face.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you make us believe it was you?" He asked me.

I smiled gently.

"Because I knew how sad you would be. You were already going through so much. You didn't need that added on top of it all."

He blinked, tears dripping off of his long eyelashes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He cried.

There was nothing else to say in this fragile moment. The story settled upon us like a blanket, and Monty laid his tired head on my shoulder. I stroked his hair with my hands, and began to hum a lullaby.

I don't know how long we were asleep for, but when I opened my eyes, the sky was clear and the green was gone.

I extinguished the fire by smothering it with damp dirt, and Monty and I walked out of the cave. Twilight was approaching, and we needed to get back to camp before it fell dark.

It was a slow process. Walking. Because Monty was so hurt. The majority of his body weight rested on me as I half carried him back to camp, where everyone had been taking shelter in the drop ship.

It seemed like no one else had been hurt. Maybe a few people had skinned their knees as they ran and tripped, but Clarke ordered Monty into the drop ship so she could get a good look at him.

"You did everything right, (Y/N). I think all we can do now is just disinfect and wait for the wounds to heal." Clarke gave me a smile, and I felt happy with the reassurance that I didn't make things a hundred times worse with my little experience in the medical field.

"It should have been you." Jasper seethed at me, his eyes like daggers.

"Hey! Cut it out!" Monty sat abruptly, and winced at the sudden movement.

Bellamy nudged Clarke, and nodded to the door where everyone else was. The two of them left to give Jasper, Monty and I some privacy.

"Why are you defending her? She's the reason-."

"No, she's not, actually. She just took the blame, Jasper. And you don't have to believe it, but I do. And it makes sense." Monty quipped.

My eyes filled with unshed tears, and I realized how tired I actually was. I sat myself down on a chair and put my face in my hands.

Monty recalled the truth I had spoken while we were in the cave, and I glanced up occasionally to see Jaspers reaction. At first, he didn't believe a word of it. But when Monty's eyes began to water, and his voice grew thick, Jasper turned to me, with emotion in his voice and sorrow in his eyes.

"(Y/N)?"

It was the first time he had spoken my name to me in a soft voice that wasn't full of apathy.

I slowly raised my head, and Jasper knelt down in front of me, pulling me into a bear hug.

I could feel his tears soak into my shirt, but I didn't mind.

The truth was out, and I was more than grateful that they didn't think it was a lie.

Hannah's plan was to tear us apart, but it only brought us together.

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Bellamy Blake - “What are you smiling about?”

Bellamy Blake x reader

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Bellamy Blake | "What are smiling about?"

Word Count: 2,138

Published on: Friday, November 13th 2020 (Happy Friday the 13th!)

TW: None

Summary: After Jasper is speared by the Grounders, Bellamy takes you on a walk, to calm you down, proving he's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Bellamy fluff!!

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"(Y/N), you need to relax." Monty Green, one of your best friends laid his hand on your shoulder as you both stood in the top level of the dropship where Jasper lay, dying.

"Relax? Monty, he's dying." You hissed between clenched teeth.

You knew you weren't helping the situation. In fact, you were making it worse, and you didn't deny it. Monty was just trying to remain as his positive upbeat self.

"He's my friend, too, (Y/N). But worrying about this isn't going to make things any better." Monty replied with a clenched jaw, and tears in his eyes, clearly getting frustrated now.

You sighed, upset that, once again, Monty was right.

Although your constant fretting released some of the fear and anxiety that had built up inside you the last 48 hours, it wasn't a healthy way to express your emotions.

Even if it felt really good punching John Murphy in the face when he threatened to kill Jasper.

"You should go outside. Take a breather." A deep voice spoke from behind you.

Bellamy Blake stood in his stolen guards uniform, his face sporting streaks of dirt, and a concerned frown.

You scowled, appalled by the very idea of it.

"What, so you can kill him? Get it over with? One less mouth to feed? No chance in hell. I'm staying right here." You seethed at the older boy, and crossed your arms over your chest.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, and, dare say a SMIRK tugged at his lips?

He quickly composed himself, and cleared his throat, speaking through chapped lips.

"I told you. No one is killing anyone." Bellamy spoke.

You just laughed, and jabbed your hand in the direction of the ladder where Murphy had nearly succeeded in climbing up, and killing Jasper.

"Yeah? I might believe you if not an hour ago Murphy hadn't been two strides away from slitting Jaspers throat." You seethed.

"I wasn't here. I was out in the fog with Charlotte, I had no control over Murphy or anyone here." Bellamy retorted.

"Will you both shut up?!" Monty hissed, taking both you and Bellamy by surprise. It wasn't often that anyone saw Monty get upset at anyone.

"(Y/N), you need to get outside. It isn't good for you to be in here. The fog has passed. Bellamy will go with you. I'll stay here with Jasper and lock the hatch." The poor Green boy massaged his temples, fending away an approaching migraine.

But this offer still wasn't good enough.

"He'll try and take my bracelet off, Monty. We can't trust - ."

A shiny glisten caught your eye, and you leaped back once you realized that Bellamy had pulled a knife from his boot.

You were prepared to attack, but frowned in confusion when he extended the weapon to you.

"Take it." He spoke.

You blinked, unsure.

Bellamy gave an impatient sigh, and gently placed the knife in your hand.

"That's my only knife. I'm not gonna try and take your bracelet." He explained.

You gripped the knife tightly, and turned to Monty.

"Check him." You nodded towards Bellamy who stood with a dumb founded expression.

"(Y/N) - ."

"Check him, Monty, now." You repeated.

Monty sighed, and turned to Bellamy, who had his eyebrows raised.

Monty gestured for Bellamy to put out his arms to the side so he could pat him down.

Bellamy let out a dry laugh, but allowed Monty to awkwardly pat him down.

"This is ridiculous." Bellamy grumbled.

"You'd do the same if it were Octavia laying there." You reminded him.

Bellamy became quiet, and the energy in the room grew more awkward by the minute.

"He's clear." Monty sighed, turning to you.

"Satisfied?" Bellamy grumbled.

You just rolled your eyes, and walked over to Jasper, whose breathing had become more slow and shallow by the minute.

You brushed away his long shaggy bangs which had become stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Your eyes, frantic with worry met Montys.

"He'll be fine, (Y/N). I'm not gonna let anything happen to him." Monty gently reassured you.

You nodded, and placed a gentle kiss on Jaspers forehand.

"I'll be back soon." You whispered.

You made Bellamy go down the hatch first, and then did a quick sweep around the room to make sure no one was hiding waiting to pounce on Jasper.

"Be safe." Monty whispered.

You gave a curt nod, and climbed down the ladder, holding the knife in your teeth, and making sure to hear the barricade being placed in front of the hatch so no one could get up to Jasper.

"You gave the crazy bitch a knife?" Murphy stood from his seat, and approached Bellamy, his jaw taut.

"Unless you want to be punched in the face again, Murphy, I suggest you shut the hell up." You growled.

Murphy blinked, and took a step away from you.

Bellamy pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing a laugh.

"Let's go." Bellamy cleared his throat, and walked out of the dropship.

You walked a few hundred feet from camp, still in earshot of the loud delinquents building the wall.

Spending your whole life trapped in space, you would think that the ground would be the dream. And, it was.

For a while.

The air didn't taste as sweet as it did two days ago. Maybe the poison fog that just passed had something to do with the air quality, but it just wasn't the same. In fact, you doubted it would ever be the same.

Jaspers moans of agony replayed in your mind like a broken record, and no matter how far you strayed from the dropship, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was calling for you.

"Did you hear something?" Bellamy frowned at you as you repeatedly checked over your shoulder.

You shook your head, and sighed.

"No, sorry. I just keep thinking that I hear... nevermind."

You quickened your pace, and Bellamy jogged up to you.

"Hey," He placed a hand on your shoulder, and offered you a kind smile.

"Your boyfriend is gonna be just fine. Clarke and the others will be back with the poultice soon, and-."

"Wait, wait, what did you just say?" You interrupted him.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, confused.

"That Clarke and the others will be back soon?" He repeated the last part of his sentence.

"No, no. You called Jasper my boyfriend." You chuckled.

"Is he not?" Bellamy asked.

You laughed for the first time in days.

"No! Jasper is like my brother. So is Monty. I can't believe that... wait, does everyone think we're dating?" You questioned him.

Bellamy looked at you for a second, and shook his head.

"No, no... I was just... I just thought you two... forget it." Bellamy waved his hand and dismissed his explanation.

"That's like me accusing you of dating..." You frowned, trying to think of someone you had noticed Bellamy spend a lot of time around.

"Of dating who?" Bellamy pressed, gently nudging your arm.

You sighed.

"I don't know. There isn't a girl down here who you haven't slept with. Besides Octavia and Clarke. And Octavia would be illegal." You smirked.

"I haven't slept with you." Bellamy winked.

You opened your mouth, words failing.

"You're gross!" You shoved him to the side, as he laughed.

You walked for a few more minutes before you turned and noticed Bellamy occasionally glancing at you and smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" You raised an eyebrow.

Bellamy shrugged nonchalantly and fixed his eyes ahead of him.

"You're kind of pretty when you don't have a stick shoved up your ass." Bellamy said.

"Is-is that supposed to be a compliment, orrrr?" You laughed.

Bellamy turned back to look at you, and gave you a second wink.

"Whatever the hell you want it to be."

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks involuntary turning a light shade of scarlet.

"We should probably head back." Bellamy noted.

It's true. You were pretty far from camp. But, truth be told, you were enjoying the quiet. And, Bellamy wasn't too bad of company.

"Can we stay here? Just a little while longer?" Your tone turned out to be a lot more childish than you wanted it to be, but after Bellamy checked over his shoulders a few times, he agreed.

You both sat down at the base of a tree trunk. Your worries were back now in full swing, and you wished you had something to take your mind off of Jasper.

"You're right. I would be acting the same way as you." Bellamy broke the silence.

"What?" You asked, confused.

He hesitated.

"Back at the dropship. You told me I would be acting as suspicious as you were if it were Octavia, and, you're right," His voice dropped to a whisper, and you craned your neck to hear him.

"I know how you're feeling, (Y/N)." He continued, turning to face you.

"What do you mean?" You pressed gently. Surely Bellamy couldn't understand the true terror of watching someone you love and care for so much in so much agony. Not being able to do anything. Nothing like this.

Bellamy hesitated once more.

"Hey. You can tell me." You placed your hand on top of his, and felt him relax.

"When Octavia was little, she got sick. Really sick. We couldn't do anything - my mom and I. If anyone found out about Octavia..."

His words were carried away by a gentle breeze.

"Anyway, she got better, obviously. But I remember. I remember feeling so scared, and so helpless, and... I just want you to know that you're not alone." Bellamy cleared his throat, and moved his hand away from yours.

"We should get back." He stood up, and brushed some dirt from off of his pants.

You nodded, feeling confused. A half an hour ago, you didn't want to leave the dropship, and now, you didn't want to go back.

The trek back was silent to say the least. No playful banter. No flirty winks or remarks.

Once the camp was in sight, something felt off.

It was too quiet.

Yes, campers were being loud and boisterous, and Murphy was busy ordering everyone around, but there was something missing.

No groaning Jasper.

"You okay?" Bellamy frowned, concerned.

You shook your head, your throat growing tight.

"Jasper... what if he's..."

Bellamy looked at the ground, struggling for words of comfort.

Although he had assured you that Jasper was going to be okay, he knew that it was more possible of him dying than surviving.

"You won't have to face it alone." He answered.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and walking into camp.

Your legs were shaking, and it felt like another wave of fog had rolled in affecting your thoughts, your vision, your breathing...

"(Y/N!)!" Finn ran from the dropship to you.

"You're back!" You exclaimed.

Finn nodded, and smiled.

"Jasper... is he..."

"He's asking for you." Finns words startled you. But it was a good startle.

Your face broke into a huge grin, and you turned to Bellamy who looked down kindly at you.

"Go on." Bellamy nodded towards the dropship.

You broke into a run, and scurried up the ladder where Jasper was laying, awake.

"Glad to see you're not a fellow shishkabob." He slurred.

"Jasper!" You took his hand, and held it close to your heart, happy tears streaming down your face.

You stayed with Jasper until it grew dark, and left him to rest.

You were sharing a tent with a girl named Harper, and you were exhausted. The last two days had been sleepless, since you had been worrying so much about Jasper.

You were just a few feet away from your shelter, when you remembered the knife Bellamy had given you.

You made a quick detour, and stood outside of Bellamys tent awkwardly trying to figure out how to make your presence known. Maybe he wasn't even in there.

"Can I help you?" A deep voice sounded from behind you, startling you.

You placed a hand over your pounding heart, and laughed once.

"I just - I just wanted to return this to you." You extended Bellamys knife back to him, and he took it.

"Thanks."

You nodded, standing there for a few more seconds before deciding to walk away.

"(Y/N)?" Bellamy stopped you.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad Jasper is okay."

Your lips curled up into a smile.

"Yeah, me too."

You both stood for a few more seconds, before Bellamy cleared his throat.

"Well... goodnight." He said to you.

You nodded, walking to your tent.

Today wasn't all that bad.

First, you got to punch John Murphy in the face with no consequences, next, your best friend was going to make it, and last, Bellamy Blake wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be.

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John Murphy - “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

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Published on: October 8th, 2020

TW: Drinking

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John Murphy

Sulking wasn't the right word.

Alright, maybe it was.

You were a sulker. And, there's nothing wrong with a good pity party every once in a while. Sometimes you just really need to focus and reflect on yourself and your problems.

While every other delinquent was busy partying and getting drunk off of their asses from Montys moonshine, you stood alone at the entrance of the wall, loaded with a gun, eyes peeled for any sudden movement on the outside.

Unity Day on the Ark brought out the best in people. Here on the ground, it seemed to bring out the child in everyone.

"Jasper! What the hell are you doing?" You hissed at the tall and lanky boy who was wielding a thin stick and creating random patterns in the dirt with it.

The boy looked at you, blinked, and dropped the stick.

"I... I don't know." He slurred.

Now impatient, you threw one last glance over the fence, and figured it would be safe for a few minutes. You weren't gonna leave Jasper alone with a stick without someone who was coherent.

"Come on." You sighed, grabbing him gently by the wrist.

"Where are we going?" He asked, tripping over his own two feet.

"To Wonderland." You grumbled sarcastically.

As Jasper giddily clapped his hands together, you took note of the scene before you.

A roaring bonfire, moonshine by the gallons, handsy couples...

"(Y/N)! There you are!" Your boyfriend of two years, John Murphy, walked over to you with a cup of alchohol in each hand, and extended one to you.

"John, you know I don't drink." You gently reminded him, keeping a firm grip on Jasper as he tried to grab the drink for himself.

"Pbhhh. Take a break from babysitting Goggle Boy, and come dance with me." He shoved the metal cup in your face, moonshine splashing over the rim and onto your shirt.

"Damn it, John! This was my last clean shirt." You complained as you yanked Jasper back yet again.

Murphy scowled, his nose scrunching up to his green eyes.

"Who called the party police? Lossen up, (Y/N). No wonder you never got invited to anything on the Ark. You're boring." He scoffed and walked away, drinking as he did so.

Boring? You were so not boring! Sure, you kept to yourself and weren't one for confrontation, but you weren't boring.

Annoyance evident in your eyes, Jasper sobered up enough to realize that now wasn't the time to mess with you, and he followed you back to his and Montys shared tent where you took off his boots and tucked him into bed.

"(Y/N)?" His soft voice stopped you as you were about to leave.

"Yeah, Jasper?" You sighed, massaging your temples.

"I don't think you're boring." He yawned.

Your lips curled up at the kind words, and you patted him on the leg.

"Thanks, Jasper. Goodnight."

He mumbled something incoherent to your ears as you walked outside into the crisp air. You took a deep lungful of it and battled your thoughts.

John's words stung more than they should. Were you really boring? No... no, you were being safe. Responsible.

If no one else was going to watch the forest for approaching and violent Grounders, who else would?

Even Clarke was playing some drinking game with a few other delinquents.

Huffing to yourself, you began the short walk back to your stakeout spot where you stood alone in the cold.

On Unity Day on the Ark, you and Murphy used to spend it together.

Ever since you could remember, back to when you two were just kids, you and John would stand in the back of the crowd of the Unity Day Pagent, and sneak out to cause mischief. Once, you even snuck into the kitchen and shared a glass of apple juice.

Now? He was spilling moonshine on your last clean shirt.

You were almost to the wall, when they caught your eye.

Murphy and Fox, their bodies pressed close together, foreheads grazing as they laughed loudly and swayed to the beat of nonexistent music only the two of them could hear.

You swore your heart stopped, froze, and skipped a beat all at the same time.

Murphy whispered something in Foxs ear, and she giggled, slapping him playfully on his chest.

John Mbege tapped Murphy on the shoulder, and pointed to you.

Murphy whipped his head around, his eyes which were once mischievous and flirty, now wide and full of regret.

"(Y/N)!" You read his lips over the crowd of rowdy teens, and just shook your head.

He had just began to make his way to you, when someone started a conga line, disrupting his pathway.

Monty Green was walking solo, holding a cup of moonshine in his hands, on his way back to his tent, presumably.

"Give me that," You hissed as you snatched the cup from his hands, and gulped it, your eyes stinging.

"I am NOT boring. Just because I look out for us, and don't drink, doesn't make me boring, does it? I'M the responsible one here! Where the hell is Bellamy? Isn't he King of the camp? Remember our first few days on the ground, when he was just whoring it up with any living creature with boobs? Who was out there collecting water and building shelter? That's right. Me!"

The poor boy just blinked, unsure of what to say or do in this situation, so he just opened and closed his mouth, confused beyond belief.

Finally, he just shook his head, looked at the ground, and continued on his way.

You took another swig of the poison, and coughed.

Murphy wanted you to loosen up? Well two can play at that game.

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Murphys POV

"(Y/N)!" Her name fell from my lips which were slightly chapped, and stinging from all of the drink I had consumed within the past couple of hours.

She just shook her head, turned to the side, and began to walk away.

"Damn it, (Y/N)!" I called once more, and took a step forward just as a giant conga line made it's way before me. When it had finally passed, she was gone.

"Fuck." I cursed, running my fingers through my hair.

Mbege slapped me on the back in a feeble attempt of comfort.

"She's water under the bridge, man. Weren't you just saying how boring she was?" Mbege sighed.

I tore away harshly from him, a scowl on my face.

"That's not what I meant! I don't even know why I said it. I don't even know why I was dancing with Fox. Damn it!" I brought my hands up to my face, and slapped myself on the forehead, hard.

But Mbege could have cared less. He just brought up his stupid drink to his stupid lips and smirked.

"She's just a stupid girl. There are plenty of sluts like her down here."

I grabbed him by his shirt, and pinned him up against the dropship, his drink spilling onto the dirt below our feet.

"Say that about her again." I seethed through clenched teeth.

He just blinked, eyes wide until I released him harshly and jogged away, both eyes on the lookout for the girl I loved.

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"I wish I had a harmonica, y'know? Like how in the old timey Western movies, people in jail would play a sad song on it." You slurred from the ground where you sat talking to Raven, who was busy making bullets.

She just chuckled, and shook her head.

"You're a hazard, (Y/N). You're not supposed to have any flammable liquids near this gunpowder, and you my friend, are a walking, talking, bottle of booze."

You laughed at her retort, and childishly stuck out your tounge.

"You said Murphy was dancing with another girl?" She held up a bullet to the dim lantern, and examined it.

"Fox. Don't remind me." You took another swig of moonshine, and sputtered.

"Well, just dance with another guy. That'll piss Murphy off to no end." Raven shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

It took a moment for her words to process themselves in your brain, and when they did, you gasped.

"Raven Reyes, you're a genius!" You hopped up quickly, stumbling back and catching yourself on the table which housed the dud bullets.

"I'm good, I'm good." You hiccuped, giving her a thumbs up.

"Just keep your hands off of Finn!" She laughed as you struggled with the opening of the tent flap.

Normally, everyone was mindful of the root that stuck out for the ground in front of the ammunition tent, but in your drunken state, you completely dismissed it, and tripped over it, spilling your drink on Murphy as he caught you in his arms.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" He hissed once he steadied you.

"Well, well, how the tables have turned." You smirked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He gave you an incredulous look as you laughed.

"Not an hour ago, I was the responsible one getting my shirt soiled by moonshine. Did you get your Fox fix? Don't worry, I was just on my way to find someone to dance with. Don't wait up." You sneered, turning away from him.

Murphy grasped your wrist, and pulled you back to him.

"No, not happening. You are going straight to bed, and-."

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

You asked mournfully with tears in your bloodshot eyes.

Murphy blinked, emotion and confusion overtaking him.

"What?" He had the audacity to question you.

"I'm just loosening up, Murph. Like you said. Wouldn't want a boring girlfriend, would you?" You sniffed.

Murphy shook his head, taking a moment to access the severity of his words.

"Babe, no, I - I didn't mean that. I don't think you're boring." He took both of your hands into his, and frowned at how cold your fingers were.

"Then why did you say it? And why were you dancing with another girl?" You pressed.

His eyes met yours, and they were full of regret.

"Because I... I'm an idiot. I'm an insecure, stupid, jealous idiot who doesn't know how to communicate with my girlfriend. I was just so scared that some other responsible guy would end up talking to you, and you would realize how much of a doofus I am, and leave me, and I'm selfish and petty, and... I can't lose you, (Y/N). You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I sorry I'm not good at communicating, and for some reason I thought that dancing with another girl would make you jealous, and you would come over and talk to me, but I realize now that my words and actions have been thoughtless and - ."

"If I say I forgive you, will you shut up?" You interrupted.

Murphy, who had been speaking that whole rant in a single breath, took a deep breath and nodded his head.

Once he had regained his breath, he caressed your cheek.

"You aren't boring, (Y/N). You're responsible. And I love you for it." He blushed.

"You... love me?" You blinked, and prayed this wasn't all some drunken hallucination.

He chuckled, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"I do. And I'm sorry it took all of this for me to find the balls to say it." He smirked.

You pressed your lips to his, hints moonshine and young love dancing on your taste buds.

Fatigue overtaking you, you stumbled once more into him, and he steadied you again.

"Let's get you to bed." He scooped you up off of your feet, and carried you to your shared tent.

As he took off your boots and covered you with the thin blanket you both shared, you smiled to yourself and silently thanked Raven for her advice. If she had never persuaded you to go dance with someone, you probably would have never fallen into Murphy, and he would have never confessed his love to you.

What started off as a self loathing night, turned into a magical one.

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John Murphy

Based on S1 E10

Spoilers: S1 E10

After Murphy is found, the sickness inflicted by the Grounders spreads like wildfire around camp, the thought of losing him is too much for you.

Word Count: 5,655

Published on: July 6, 2020

TW: Blood, sickness

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Sleep became a rare occurrence for me.

When I did find the courage to shut off my mind, I was harassed with nightmares and plagued with horrific flashbacks that danced tirelessly behind my eyes.

I woke up every single time screaming for John to run.

It's no secret that the majority of camp hated John's guts.

But I was a different story.

Everyone in camp wanted to know me.

They wanted to know the kind girl who sang the younger fretful campers to sleep, and who always looked on the bright side no matter the circumstance.

They compared me and John to Beauty and the Beast.

"But the Beast is good inside. He just doesn't let anyone see that because when people see good, they expect good. And the Beast doesn't want to have to live up to anybody's expectations." I would always remind them.

Nobody seemed to care.

That's what angered me.

One night, while we were in our tent, I overheard several older campers badmouthing John.

I stood, hands balled into fists, eager to let off some of my steam on someone.

"Easy, babe. Don't stoop to their level." John had repeated the words I so often had to say to him when anything bothered him.

And I had to say them a lot, because everything bothers John.

I took a breath, and sat back down allowing him to massage my neck and shoulders which were tight and taut from the stresses of the day.

"They make me so angry. No one down here is innocent. We all have something that we did wrong. Why are they so quick to judge?" I lazily traced meaningless patterns on his hand which was riddled in scars and calluses.

I felt John chuckle, and he rested his chin in the crook of my neck.

"Because they're not you. They're not selfless, and kind, and forgiving. Some of them are ruthless murders."

I allowed his words to simmer in the heat of the tent.

I didn't like being called selfless.

John's just says that's another reason to call me selfless.

"I still don't like it." I pouted.

"No one says you have to like it. Now shut up and cuddle with me." John attacked me with tickles, peppering my face with kisses.

This is the side of John Murphy that no one else sees.

And that was the last night I had with John Murphy.

The morning brought uncertainty.

I could feel it in the air.

I've always been an anxious person, but John does his best to keep it at bay.

"What else could go wrong? We're miles away from home which isn't even on the planet, surrounded by crazy tree people who are hell bent on killing us all, and we're probably all gonna die before the snow falls."

I know his words were meant for comfort, but they always freaked me out even more.

I woke up, sorry - I mean I was trampled awake by a group of two dozen people who thrust their hands into the opening of our pathetic excuse of a tent.

I screamed as people grabbed my hair and scratched my arms.

What the hell was going on?

Were we being ambushed by Grounders?

"Murphy!"

"John Murphy!"

"Murphy, come out!"

Now I knew these were our people.

Why would Grounders be specifically after the most hated boy in our camp?

How would they even know his name?

We didn't even know if they spoke English.

"John, John, help me!"

My chest grew tight, and my legs felt like jelly, which was something that always happened to me before a panic attack.

"Hey, keep your hands off of her!" I saw John's fist come into contact with a boys face.

He was then physically dragged out of of camp, with me hot on their trail, slightly disoriented from what had just happened.

I spun around, frantic for the sight of someone, anyone who wasn't engrossed by the mosh pit with John in the center of it all.

"Harper, what's going on?" I found my good friend Harper, and clutched her arm.

She shook me free, disgust prominent on her face.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend the killer? Wells was found dead this morning, and Murphy's knife was next to him."

What?

"Th-that's crazy! John did not kill Wells!"

"It sure looks like it!"

I wasn't about to argue furthermore with Harper. I needed to see Bellamy.

I found him in the mob, and yanked him free.

"Bellamy, this is crazy! Murphy didn't kill Wells! He couldn't have! He was by my side the entire night!" My words came out fast and jumbled.

"(Y/N), I know it's hard to comprehend, but Murphy killed Wells." Bellamy spoke to me in a calm manner.

"Bullshit! Harper said the knife was found near Wells? That wasn't Murphy! Even if he DID ever kill someone, he wouldn't be that sloppy. Please, Bellamy! You have to believe me!" Angry tears rolled down my face and panic grew.

"Bellamy! What do you want us to do with him?" Finn called over, stepping back and revealing a severely beaten Murphy who was now bound by the wrists and ankles, and gagged.

Bellamy took a final look at me. Once final glance at the broken girl who was on the cusp of a breakdown.

"String him up." Bellamy boomed, nodding to a large oak tree which housed thick and sturdy branches, a noose already tied securely around it.

They say adrenaline makes everything move quicker.

You run faster, you think faster, you act faster...

There must be something wrong with me, because I move in slow motion.

It's like when you're dreaming.

When you're dreaming and you're running away from a monster and it feels like your legs have been submerged in molasses. You scream at your legs to move faster, but they don't.

Everything was in slow motion.

I could see a struggling John being stood by an overturned bucket, using all of his strength to break free.

Chants and screams of those around us beckoning on his death.

Twigs snapping and dirt flying from beneath my bare feet as I sprinted towards John.

The cries out of my mouth, and the final gasp of breath when the bucket was overturned.

"No! No! Please! It wasn't him!" I shoved away bystanders, just inches away from the boy who I loved.

The boy on the drop ship who squeezed my hand telling me it was going to be alright.

The boy in the forest who picked flowers for me and presented them with a dopey smile.

The boy in the tent who held me close our first nights on the ground after Jaspers attack.

The boy who was now dangling from a tree, his hands working relentlessly to loosen the pull of the rope.

Someone was holding me back, and I clawed at their hands. But that just added another person, and another...

I fought and screamed and cried against the arms that held me back.

Feet were stomped on, wrists bitten, fingers bent back...

But they didn't let go.

His face was now purple, eyes bulging and red.

"It was me! It was me, okay!" A small voice screamed from the hill to my right.

There stood Charlotte, a twelve year old girl with blonde hair that was in two braids.

I heard she had been sent to the ground after attacking the guards that floated her parents.

"I killed Wells! Not Murphy!"

As her words were being registered, the arms and hands that were holding me hostage, loosened, and I lunged toward John, who was now limp.

"Cut him down! Somebody, please!" I begged as I jumped in the air in a pathetic attempt to reach him.

"Cut him down!" Bellamy ordered.

His body feel to the ground with a thud, and I shook his shoulders.

"John, please wake up!" I sobbed.

He gasped, sitting up and yanking the rope off of his neck.

"It's okay, you're okay. You're safe now." I engulfed him in a hug as he trembled beneath my touch.

All eyes were now on Charlotte, who had Bellamy next to her, crouched down so he could be at eye level with her.

She honestly couldn't have been bigger than a dog. A tiny thing, she was.

Did she really kill Wells? Or was that just a desperate ploy to save John's life?

"Charolette, what are you talking about?" Bellamy asked in disbelief.

Fear in her eyes made her seem even more vulnerable than she already was.

"You told me to slay my demons, Bellamy. Jaha killed my parents, and I can't get to Jaha, so I killed his son."

Everyone went quiet.

"Charlotte that's not what I meant. You KNOW that's not what I meant." Bellamy grabbed the young girl by her shoulders and shook her.

She nodded, tears falling to the ground.

"Well I say we kill the little bitch the same way you tried to kill me." John was now on his feet, angry marks on his neck bleeding and raised, crimson red and berry purple...

Agreement stirred amongst the crowd, and Bellamy stood in front of the girl.

"John, she's just a child." I reminded him softly, reaching out and touching is arm. Surely he had more sense than this.

"Pick, (Y/N). Me, or the kid?" He rasped.

I stuttered, words failing.

His eyes were cold.

"Just as I suspected. Maybe they got that part wrong. Maybe you're the Beast," He shoved me away, the rope still in his hands.

"Who's with me?!" Several people raised their fists and shouted in agreement.

"She could have killed any one of us, and the blame could have been on you, or you!" He thrusted his index finger toward people at random in the crowd.

"Nobody is dying today!" Bellamy hollered, Charolette still cowering behind him.

John flung the rope to the ground.

"A little to late for that, Bellamy. Why not her, next? She killed one of our people!"

No one could argue against that.

John lunged forward, and Bellamy held his arms out protectively.

After that, it was a madhouse.

People rushing from our side to Bellamy's to protect the little girl, and people joining John.

I was shoved from behind, and everything went black.

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"John! Run!"

I'm in a small tent, yet I still throw the blankets about, searching for him.

The first few days after his banishment, I convinced myself it was all a bad dream.

I wish it was.

Now over two weeks had passed and I still woke up screaming.

I made my bed, picking up John's sweatshirt as I did so, and inhaled his scent.

How long did I have until it faded?

There was a rap on the flimsy material of the tent, and Harper appeared, smiling.

"(Y/N), breakfast."

I turned away, my arms crossed and bottom lip jutted out like I was a four year old losing an argument.

She sighed, leaving a small bowl of berries next to the entrance of the shelter, and left.

After Clarke and Bellamy were the only ones to return from the woods, I cut everyone else off.

I didn't talk to anyone, let alone acknowledge their existence.

I still helped around, but that was for my sake. They would banish me, too if I wasn't of any use.

I fell into a rut the day John left.

His final words to me played like a broken record.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Wake up.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Make my bed.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Have breakfast.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Work.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Break time.

"Maybe you're the beast."

More work.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Dinner.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Bed time.

"Maybe you're the beast."

Repeat.

Maybe I was the beast.

Was I really as selfless as people made me out to be?

No, I was being smart. No one knows what happened to John, or if he was even still alive.

But what would John have done if the situation were reversed?

He would have gone after me, no questions asked.

I hated myself for the fact.

I had become the bitter girl.

I no longer sang the little ones to sleep.

I no longer offered hugs or advice.

I sat on a log, skinning squirrels and rabbits, staring blankly ahead as the day progressed.

Forgiveness had always been my thing.

Not anymore.

Bellamy had tried on more than one occasion to apologize to me, as did Clarke, and everyone else who took part in the hanging of John Murphy.

And every time, I told them to stick it where the sun don't shine.

"You have to talk to us eventually." Octavia approached me, knife in hand.

Silence.

"You can't keep ignoring us forever."

You wanna bet?

"(Y/N), I-."

"What? If I don't speak, you gonna string me up too? Like you did to John?"

I blinked away tears.

"We didn't know. We thought-."

"There's the thing, Octavia. You DID know. You knew John was innocent. You just wanted someone to pin it on." I interrupted her once more, tears breaking through the dam behind my eyelids.

The unmistakable bang of a gunshot made everyone jump. We all turned our heads to the source of the sound. Nate Miller was on guard, and he shot once more.

"Hold it!" Octavia yelled, running to Nate, me hot on her trail.

"Is it a Grounder?" Octavia asked Miller.

He blinked several times.

"I-I don't know. I just saw movement, and-."

"You could have just shot one of our people! I need a team with me. Let's move out."

Octavia grabbed a gun, and someone opened the gate.

I tagged along, not even caring if it was a Grounder.

What did I have to lose?

We jogged through the forest, eyes wide and alert.

Nothing.

No sound or movement of any kind. Whatever animals that had been around here were probably chased away by Miller's shot.

"Octavia, up there." Someone pointed in the distance to someone laying on the ground, unmoving.

I lurched forward, ignoring the hisses and orders of "Get back here!"

Really, what did I have to lose?

John was gone.

He called me a beast.

I picked Charolette over him.

Maybe what I deserved was a Grounder killing me.

That would be less painful than what I dealt with each day.

But it wasn't a Grounder.

Through caked mud, dried blood, and cracked leaves and debris, I could still make out the broken boy who was indeed John Murphy.

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"Clarke! We need Clarke!" Octavia screamed as several boys hauled John back to camp.

Was this a nightmare, too?

"What's going on?" Clarke jogged to Octavia's side, and glanced at me.

Clarke frowned, and grabbed my face.

Her hands felt hot.

I felt like I couldn't breath.

"She's in shock. Octavia what-."

"It's Murphy. He's alive. We found him outside of camp." Octavia panted.

The blonde girls attention turned to Murphy, who was now half conscious and confused.

"Bring him into the drop ship." Clarke ordered.

I began to follow, but my knees gave out and I collapsed.

Bellamy barely caught me by my elbows, and lead me to a makeshift chair where he called over Monty and Jasper to keep an eye on me.

Part of me wanted so badly to be with John. To ask him where he had been, what had happened...

Finally, Clarke emerged from the drop ship, hands stained a blood red, brows furrowed.

I jumped up so fast I nearly fell down again.

"What's going on? Is he okay?" My throat was tight and it burned to speak.

Clarke bit her lip, silent.

"Is he-."

"He's alive, but he's not in good shape." She answered, a hundred pound weight was lifted off my chest.

"What happened?" Jasper stood with me, unaware of the current situation.

Clarke hesitated, something she hardly ever did.

"A few days after we banished him, Murphy had been with the Grounders. He told them everything about our camp, and...they just let him go."

Monty scowled.

"Yeah, right. Murphy's always been a liar. He'll say anything to-."

"His fingernails have been ripped off, Monty. He was tortured. He's not lying."

Silence fell over us, and a wounded animal sound escaped my lips.

Clarke turned to me, harshly rubbing her hands on her pants in an attempt to scrub off the blood.

"He's asking for you, (Y/N). Don't be surprised when you go in there and see him chained up."

I had left before she had even finished her sentence.

John was alive... John was alive, and he wanted to see me.

I tripped over the threshold at the entrance, but that didn't slow me down.

He was indeed chained.

His wrists were bound with shiny handcuffs to a thick pole.

I lunged towards him, dropping on my hands and knees, taking his filthy face in my hands.

"John, oh, John, you're alive!" I exclaimed, tears sprouting in my eyes.

He smirked the same smirk I had grown to love, and the chains rattled as he tried to move his hands to wipe away my tears.

"It's okay. Let's clean you up." I stood, Bellamy's eyes focused on the two of us.

Of course, there had to be an armed guard.

"You could at least lower the gun." I seethed.

He didn't.

I had retrieved a wet cloth, and a cup of water to bring back to John.

He drank thirstily as I held the cup to his lips.

He gasped, exasperated by the little movement he had made.

I took the cloth, and began dabbing away the dirt that was caked onto his forehead. Some of it mixed with blood, and it looked painful.

He winced, and coughed.

"Sorry. I'm trying to be as gentle as I can." I apologized, pressing softer on the spots that appeared to be more tender.

"(Y/N)-."

"Hush, now. It's okay. Save your breath. We can talk later."

He relaxed a bit as I cleaned his face, humming as I did so.

Although my touch was gentle, he reacted otherwise, flinching away every time the wet cloth was brought to his face.

Unbeknownst to me, my eyes wandered aimlessly to his hands which were cracked, bleeding, and caked with dried tree sap, and dirt. My stomach did a flip as I realized Clarke was telling the truth. His fingernails were gone.

My throat grew tight, and I struggled to swallow the lump that had formed.

He was tortured.

He was really tortured.

"(Y/N)..." He spoke my name, his voice raspy, and his shackled hands reached up to my face once more, and I allowed him to wipe away the falling tears which had began to stream down my face again.

We didn't speak after that. Although I was positive that the salt was entering his wounds, hurting him furthermore, he wiped every single tear away as I dabbed at his face.

I took deep breaths, willing myself to calm down.

It's okay, (Y/N). Focus on one thing at a time.

Nearly all of the blood and grime had been washed away from his face, when John gasped and cupped his hand over his throat, sputtering and frantically flailing his arms about as if oxygen had suddenly refused to enter his lungs.

I don't even have time to turn my head before thick, hot blood was spewed into my face along with an array of the food that had been keeping John alive these past few weeks.

I heard Bellamy curse, and he dropped his loaded gun to the floor, sprinting out of the drop ship, screaming for Clarke as he did so.

John was on his side now, his face in a puddle of his own bloody vomit.

I struggled to keep down my meager breakfast.

Clarke rushed in, her cheeks alive with a red rouge.

She inched past me and kneeled down next to John, who was just beginning to catch his breath.

Clarke's hands were steady as she checked his pulse. She frowned, and then felt his forehead with the back of her hand.

She jerked away like his skin was as hot as a flame.

"What's happening to me?" John sniffed, blood now protruding from his terrified eyes.

The color in Clarke's cheeks was gone now, and she turned to both Bellamy and I.

"What is it? What's wrong with him?" Even Bellamy struggled to remain composed.

Clarke blinked a few times, debating if whether or not we should know.

"Clarke!" Bellamy's voice was full of worry.

The blonde girl shook her head, and gathered her senses.

"It's biological warfare. The Grounders infected him when they held him hostage. They knew he would come back, and they knew we would take him in. We don't have the genes to fight it off. They're trying to kill us."

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Two different sections had been set up in the drop ship, now.

The lower level is where the sick and dying lay on stained blankets, and cold metal. The upper floor held both those who were showing symptoms, or those who had been around anyone who was already infected.

Clarke urged me to seek refuge in the upper level, where the coughs and groans and hacking of the lungs were suppressed by the thick metal trapdoor.

I bluntly refused, explaining that I was the first one to even touch John, and I was likely already infected. It wouldn't make sense to hole me up with people who possibly weren't even sick.

She halfheartedly agreed, only to the advantage that an extra pair of hands was helping. And God knows she needed them.

Whatever this was, it was spreading, and it was spreading fast.

Within the hour, twenty other cases were diagnosed by Clarke, and she, Bellamy, and I worked feverishly to get everything situated and keep everyone comfortable.

I had possibly seen more blood now than I had even seen back on The Ark when our class went on a field trip to Medbay, where we were given a tour of the blood bank, and explained to how transfusions worked.

At first, I attempted to tiptoe around the stringy vomit and clotted blood, but gave up when Clarke informed me that my shoes would protect my feet from contact.

Out of all of those who were afflicted, John was passed the most by the reluctant volunteers who wiped away blood and tears, and handed out cups of water.

My feet sloshed in stale vomit with a pungent smell as I witnessed John begin to convulse with shivers from fever.

The once wet compress that had been laid across his forehead, was now warm, and served no purpose. If anything, it was trapping the fever inside of him.

I removed the cloth, and dipped it in a nearby bucket of water that had been dispersed throughout the room for purposes such as this.

His teeth chattered violently.

"(Y-Y/N)." John's chest heaved with unfinished breaths, and I wiped the overgrown bangs away from his face.

"It's okay. Just rest." I hushed him.

If it were even possible, his skin blazed hotter than before, and his eyes grew dark.

"You haven't let me s-say a damn word every s-since I got h-here." His attempt to come across as angry and menacing was lost in a fit of dry coughs.

I helped him sit up, and rested his head so it was laying on my chest.

Once he had managed to catch his breath, I made him drink a few sips of water.

"You've spoken enough. You need to rest." I laid him back down, removing my sweatshirt and propping up his head with it so he could breath a bit easier.

He reached out for my hand, and I grabbed his fingertips, forgetting the absence of his nails.

He yelped, and pulled away instinctively.

I took his hand more gently this time, and traced meaningless patterns on the rough skin.

"They t-tortured m-me, y'know?" His eyes found mine.

Another flip in my stomach.

"I know." I whispered, my voice barley audible to myself.

John closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxing a little as he came to the realization that I wasn't going to hurt him.

"They beat me, and b-burned me, and tore off my nails, and cut me-."

"John, stop." I interrupted, feeling guilty the moment I did so.

If it helped him to talk about it, why stop him?

"But none of that compared to the torture it was of being w-without you," His eyes opened once more as he continued, and I saw something I thought I would never see again.

The John Murphy that I know and love.

"Th-they kept asking me for your name. I was so afraid they were going to h-hurt you, (Y/N). I told th-them they could know everything e-else, but not you."

His words were both comforting, and painful at the same time.

John cared about me this whole time? This entire time he was away?

And even though John cared for me, and I for him, how much time did he have left?

I suddenly wished he didn't confide in me. It would be easier to move on with his death thinking that he hated me.

And death was inevitable.

Two people had died already, after the fever basically melted them from the inside out.

Their deaths were bloody and violent, accompanied with choking and tears.

No one, not even Clarke had hope for them. The best we could do was hold their hand and whisper "May we meet again." as they took their final breath.

My fingers had ceased to move across his skin, and both my mind and my mouth struggled to find the right words.

"I thought you hated me." Was the best I was able to come up with in the heat of the moment.

John's sarcastic scoff was accompanied with saliva and blood which dribbled down his chin. He raised his hand weakly to wipe it away.

"Did the B-Beast ever stop loving the Beauty?" He asked me, voice low, and words slurred. Fatigue seemed overcome him, and he fought to remain conscious.

I blanked, my mind combing through the story I had grown up on. What had the Beauty done to the Beast? Sure, he was angry for whatever she had done, but did he ever really stop loving her?

"To put it simply, no. He was just... angry. He didn't mean anything he said." I whispered.

John yawned, and his lips curled up a bit into a half smile.

"And the Beauty forgave the Beast. No matter how much of a douchebag he was to her. Just proving how amazing she is." John smirked weakly.

"Rest, now." My hands became slick with perspiration as I pushed away the hair from his forehead which began to stick.

There was a song that went with the story, and I began to hum it as John's eyes closed, and sleep overcame his battered body.

Reality settled over me like a thick and heavy blanket, and I realized how awful the atmosphere was inside.

How long I had been tending to the sick, I don't know. But I did know that I needed to get some fresh air before I completely lost my mind. The enclosed space and the oder of the blood and vomit made me feel nauseated.

I tiptoed over bodies and cups of water to the opening of the drop ship, and stepped outside.

Twilight was fast approaching, and the few people who were experiencing no symptoms at all sat huddled together by the fire speaking in hushed voices.

"Hey, wanna hear a joke?"

Jasper Jordan stood a good ten feet away from me, his hand holding the leg of a rabbit which he ravenously consumed.

I weakly smiled, grateful for the shred of positivity the boy had the offer.

"Sure, why not?" I grinned.

Jasper smirked, and spoke through a mouthful of food.

"So a sick Grounder walks into a hospital and says-."

Jaspers eyes suddenly widened, and he stumbled back, tripping over a stick, dropping his food onto the soil as his hands instinctively brace himself.

I placed my hands on my hips, waiting for the punchline.

"Well?" I tapped my foot impatiently. A joke shouldn't take this long to tell, and I had to get back to the sick.

"Your-your eyes. They're bleeding." Jaspers voice was high pitched, and he continued to back away until his body hit the fence.

I scowled, not in the mood for a prank.

"Jasper, that's not funny. There are people in there who are-."

My voice came to a halt when I reached up to my eyes to prove there was no blood, but was met with it.

It coated my fingers and dripped onto a rock.

I screamed, backing away from Jasper, and my back hit the drop ship.

I sunk to the ground, my hands feverishly wiping the blood from my eyes which were now mixed with tears, creating the effect of more blood than there was.

Bellamy ran out of the drop ship, machine gun in hand, his eyes frantic for the sight of whatever he thought was in camp.

The last thing I remember is his brown eyes meeting mine, and his lips forming an incoherent sentence which I failed to hear as everything went black.

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Something weighed heavy on my chest. I remember, once, when I was younger and recovering from pneumonia, a doctor had stacked a few books on my chest and made me breathe with them on me. He said the point was to strengthen my lungs and my breathing, but it only added anxiety and claustrophobia.

It was like I couldn't move, and I was grateful when someone turned my head to the side for me where I noisily began to vomit.

I could taste the blood, but there was no food to come up. Just acidic bile. It burned my throat and I cried out.

"It's okay. I'm right here." A familiar voice sounded far away, and everything moved in slow motion.

"John?" I think I spoke between the firs of coughing.

I was dizzy, but a hand made me sit up and drink some water which I immediately threw up.

My vision was blurry, but I could make out what was around me.

John looked so much better. It was like he was never even sick. His cheeks were still a bit pale, but he was sitting up, and sweat wasn't dumping from his pores anymore.

Less than a half dozen people lay around me on worn out seat cushions and soiled sheets of cloth. Bellamy Blake was to my right, and Octavia was helping him drink some water.

"Wh-." My questions were cut short as John shushed me and held me close to his chest.

Tears fell from his eyes and landed on the top of my head.

"Why are you crying?" It hurt to speak, and I wondered how long I had been unconscious.

He didn't speak right then, but held me tighter.

"I thought I lost you. I heard you scream and then I saw Bellamy carried you inside. I thought you were dead." His voice turned quiet as he spoke the last sentence, and it was my turn to comfort him.

"But I'm here. You're here. And we're okay." I rubbed his arm soothingly.

He helped me lay back down, the simple act of even being propped up exhausted me.

As he situated himself next to me, I noticed those who were sick not only five minutes ago up and about.

John noticed my frown, and he pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

"What?" He questioned, mimicking my frown.

"How-how long was I asleep?" I asked.

He sighed.

"Almost a day. Clarke thinks this is just a 24 hour thing. Once you've had it, you can't get it anymore."

It made sense. Some of the sicknesses on The Ark were similar to the 24 hour period.

The wool blanket over me offered little warmth, and I shivered.

John held me closer, and made it to where my head was laying on his chest.

"You cold?" He asked me, already worming his way out of his jacket.

He laid it on top of me, and a fresh set of tears pooled in my eyes.

"What's the matter? Where do you hurt?" Murphy's eyes darted to Clarke for assistance, who also lay shivering on the floor of the drop ship.

"It smells like you." I whispered, my words weighing foolish and pathetic.

I could feel his head cock to the side on confusion.

"I used to sleep with your sweatshirt in the tent. I was worried that the scent of you would fade too soon, and I would have nothing left to hold on to."

It really did hurt to talk, and the fact that a lump was forming in my sandpaper dry throat didn't help matters.

John's strong hands took mine and forced me to look him in the eyes.

"But I'm here, now," He said firmly.

I nodded, crushing myself up against him, afraid that he would disappear into thin air.

He stroked my hair, and I listened to the comforting and familiar beat of his heart.

"I'm here."

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Bellamy Blake Preference - You’re Deaf

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

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Word count: 528

Published: July 26, 2020

TW: Deafness, anxiety, panic attack

Spoilers: None

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Bellamy Blake

Confused was an understatement. Terrified was a better use of words. Of course, everyone else screamed as you were hurled from the sky and onto the ground. The only difference was that they knew what was happening, and you didn't.

Mary was your translator. She had been your entire life up until your imprisonment. Even then, she was there to sign for you when the guards spoke from underneath their masks and you couldn't read their lips. But right now, you had no translator. Just the cold realization that you were about to die.

Although you couldn't tell how loud you were screaming, you could tell it was loud, because your throat began to burn.

Zero-G was upon you, and a few rebellious teenagers unbuckled their harnesses and ventured out to swim in the air.

A boy sat across from you in a guard uniform. Conversation had probably taken place as to why he was even here in the first place, but unless someone signed it out, wrote it down, or spoke slowly, you would never understand what had happened.

The boy snapped in your face, bringing your attention to his lips, which were moving rapidly.

Tears streamed down your face as your breath hitched in your throat.

He spoke again, a frown on his face this time.

Shaking your head, you pointed to your ears.

Are you deaf? He asked.

You nodded.

His brown eyes were full of pity. That was always the case.

He turned to the girl who was next to him, and asked her something.

The girl shook her head, looking at you.

The boy suddenly waved his hands in the air, and seemed to shout.

You caught the words on his lips.

Does anybody know sign language?

All heads around you shook from side to side, and your stomach dropped.

Sign language was hard enough to learn. How will you learn when your instructor is deaf?

The boy snapped his fingers again, and he wore a look of determination on his face.

Can you understand me? He asked.

You nodded.

His lips twitched up into a smile.

Okay, good. What's your name? He asked.

You started to sign out your name, but stopped when confusion swept across his freckled face. You blushed as you remembered that he didn't understand.

His smile was kind as he spoke to you again.

That's alright. I'll figure it out. I'm Bellamy. Bellamy Blake. We're going to earth right now.

Earth? Earth hadn't been survivable for almost 100 years!

Your hands instinctively began to move, signing out your questions, but you stopped, frustrated. So you did the only thing you could do that could convey the proper emotion you were feeling right now.

You cried.

Your cheeks flooded with heat and salty tears trailed into your mouth. You began to wail loudly, and every single head turned to look at you. But you didn't care.

Bellamy's hands were now on your knees, and he softly pulled your fingers from your face which were busy wiping away tears. You struggled to read his lips through the veil of tears.

Hey, hey, it's okay. We're going to be okay. We'll figure this out. I won't let you be alone.

Although you couldn't hear him, you could tell that his words were spoken in a voice full of authority and truth.

And, you believed him.

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Jasper Jordan - Soulmate AU

Jasper Jordan x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

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Word Count: 1,754

Published on: September 5th, 2020

TW: Broken bones

Spoilers: S2, S3

I hope you're all staying healthy and safe!!

xx - El

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♡Masterlist♡ Where the very first words your soulmate will say to you is tattooed on your wrist

Jasper Jordan

It probably wouldn't have worked out, anyway. That's what Jasper kept telling himself after Maya died in his arms. She wasn't his soulmate. The first words she spoke to him weren't tattooed in black ink on his pale wrist. That's what hurt the most. What if he never met his soulmate?

On the Ark, he always gushed to his parents about his soulmate, and repeated the words over and over again in his mind, imagining what your voice would sound like.

Would it be as beautiful as the wind chimes that he and Monty made? Or maybe it would be soothing like his mother's voice, when she sang to him when he was sick?

Sometimes, he would have conversations with you if the day was particularly stressful, or if something exciting had happened.

"What's on your mind?"

Those were the words tattooed on his wrist.

The answer was almost always the same.

"You..." Jasper whispered to his wrist on the walk back to Camp Jaha from Mount Weather, where he and the others had been rescued.

"You're on my mind. Are you okay? Where are you?" His voice broke at the end, and Monty, who was limping beside him, rested a hand comfortingly on his back.

"You'll find her, Jasper. She obviously isn't dead. If she were, the words would have been erased by now." Monty gently reminded him of what happened to the tattoo when your soulmate died.

"Easy for you to say. You've already found your Soulmate. So has Octavia. What if I never find her? It happens, Monty." Jaspers words were mumbled, and Monty sighed impatiently.

"We have more important things to worry about now, Jasper." Monty grumbled as he hurried to catch up to Harper who was up ahead.

Jasper furrowed his brows, and kicked at a pebble.

More important things? What was more important than knowing if someone you cared about was safe or not?

The wind rustled Jaspers hair, and he closed his eyes, taking in the gentle breeze. The cedar and pine were comforting. After being trapped in Mount Weather for what felt like forever, being outside felt incredible.

A butterfly with black wings and yellow tips fluttered around his head, and he extended his finger. The butterfly perched on his finger, and he smiled softly.

In this small moment, Jasper felt a linger of hope in his heart. The hope that after all he had been through, he would find you, and he would find you safe.

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"Welcome home." Monty whispered as the group stood outside Camp Jaha.

Everyone who could stand, just stood on the sodden ground for a moment, gazing in awe at the enormous Ark before them. They knew the Ark was big, but they didn't expect it to be this HUGE.

Some people broke into a run as they began the mad search for their loved ones. Others just stood there, taking in the structure before them.

Home.

Jasper thought to himself.

The word sounded strange.

Home.

He bit his lip, blinking back tears.

"Wherever my home is, it's with you." He choked out, a single tear splattering on his tattooed wrist.

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It had been three days, and there was still no sign of you.

Although he had absolutely zero clue of what to even look for, he still kept a sharp eye out for you.

In the dining hall, in the corridors, outside...

You would be hard to miss, he knew that for a fact.

"Jasper, you don't even know what she looks like." Monty sighed heavily as he sat at the dinner table with Jasper and Harper.

"Yes I do! I mean - figuratively speaking - no, I don't... but - she's the most beautiful girl in the world. I know that for a fact." Jasper stumbled over his words.

"Well, your soulmate may be the most beautiful girl in the WORLD, but mine is the most beautiful in the UNIVERSE." Monty planted a sweet peck on Harpers cheek, and she blushed madly.

The sight of his best friend with his soulmate made Jasper green with envy.

If the two of THEM wasn't enough to make him feel like vomiting, Lincoln and Octavia strode past their table holding hands and laughing.

He looked back to Harper and Monty for advice, only to be met with the two of them poking each other on their noses.

Jasper pushed his chair back abruptly, and stood up so fast he ended up spilling his glass of moonshine. It landed into Harpers lap, and she let out a shriek.

"Jasper, what the hell?!" Monty took several cloth napkins, and began stacking them on Harpers lap.

The dining hall had gone quiet now, and all eyes were on the group of friends.

Harper aggressively rubbed at her jeans with the napkins, praying that the intense stench of the alcohol wouldn't be burned into her clothing forever.

Monty stood with a mixture of emotions on his face. Anger, confusion... but pity was the most prominent.

Jasper felt his chest grow tight, and he gripped the table for support.

"Jasper-."

"I need some air." Jasper interrupted Monty, and walked swiftly out of the dining hall, ignoring all of the eyes on him.

He didn't know where he was heading, but he was heading somewhere.

Another pair of soulmates, Amber and Rose, strolled in the hall, fingers interlocked.

As soon as they were out of earshot, and Jasper was sure he was alone, he raised his fist, and punched the metal wall as hard as he could.

He did it again, and again, and again. All the while envisioning that he was destroying the relationships of his friends.

It was selfish and petty, yes, but he felt a little better after a dent was formed, and he was out of breath.

Exhausted, defeated, and heartbroken, Jasper sank to the floor, and tucked his knees into his chest, burying his face into his arms which were rested on top of his knees.

"What's on your mind?"

Great now he was hearing it.

Could he never escape you?

Something tapped his leg.

"Hey, are you okay?"

His head snapped up.

It was the same voice. The same voice which had spoken the words on his wrist.

"What did you say?" His voice cracked at the end.

"I asked if you were okay." You stood perched on one leg, being supported by the pair of homemade crutches Dr Jackson had issued you after you broke your leg in the fall from Factory Station.

"No, no, before that." Jasper stood quickly.

"I asked what was on your mind?" You repeated the words slowly, the realization finally clicking in your brain.

His first words to you.

You had just lifted up your wrist to double check the words on your skin, even though you had been reading them hundreds of times every day since you could read. But before you could confirm your suspicions, Jasper had lifted you off of your feet and spun your around.

Your crutches fell to the ground with a clatter.

You squealed, and he held you tight.

"It's you! It's really you! I never thought I would find you, but, here you are!" Jasper cried tears of joy. They soaked into your shirt, and you rubbed his back soothingly.

"This is amazing! I have to tell Monty!"

In his excitement, he dismissed the fact that you were unable to walk, let alone stand on your leg, and he let go of you, causing you to give out a cry of pain as your body weight rested on your leg for a split second, and you fell on the floor in a heap.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh what have I done?! I haven't known you for two minutes, and I've already hurt you! I'm the worst soulmate in the-"

"What's your name?" You interrupted his rambling, a smile on your face.

"Jasper." He answered.

"Well, Jasper, how about you make it up to me by taking me to medical." You smiled as he rushed to receive your crutches from the ground, and prop them against the wall.

Scooping you up in his arms, he began to walk you to medical.

He let out a snort, and you raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Something funny?" You inquired.

"You literally fell for me." He giggled.

You rolled your eyes, smiling.

"Technically, you MADE me fall." You reminder him.

He shrugged.

"A fall is a fall."

You pondered over this for a moment.

"Indeed, it is. This isn't the first time I've fallen for you, though." You said.

He tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You're one of The 100, right?" You questioned.

"Yes... why?" He asked.

"Well, you were here first - on the ground. I was still up in space. I fell from the sky. For you." You blushed.

He blushed a deeper red, and pushed the button to be allowed access into med bay.

"(Y/N)! What happened?" Jackson sighed as he motioned for Jasper to lay you on an available bed.

"(Y/N), huh?" Jasper repeated your name, all the while, a dopey, love sick grin on his face.

"You tore the stitches up pretty good." Jackson mumbled to himself as he examined your leg.

Jackson turned to Jasper.

"Jasper, I think it's best you leave. I need to restitch-."

"There's no chance in hell I'm leaving. I just found her." Jasper extended his wrist to Jackson, and realization hit the doctor immediately.

Jasper began to panic. His chest swelled up again, and he felt dizzy.

What if you got an infection, and died, and it was all his fault? What if-.

"Okay, you can stay." Jackson laid a cold hand on Jaspers shoulder and gestured to a padded chair near your bed for the boy to sit on.

"I feel terrible. This is all my fault." Jasper looked at his feet, ashamed.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I've survived worse." You took his hand into yours, and smiled softly.

"Like what?" Jasper sniffed.

You paused.

"Like being away from you." You whispered.

Jasper lifted his head, and stared intently into your (Y/C/E) eyes.

Everything about you was so much more heightened than he could have ever imagined.

Your eyes were brighter, your voice was prettier, your hands were softer...

His love for you was bigger than anything he could fathom.

And as you two sat there, hands intertwined, he blinked in realization.

He had found you. And he was never going to let you go.

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Bellamy Blake - “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Part 2

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

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Word Count: 1,875

Published on: Friday, November 20, 2020

TW: None

Spoilers: None

Summary: S3

A/N: Much requested by my sister, who claimed that the ending of the first part was a cliffhanger. Enjoy. Also, I understand that Miller wasn't with Pike, but I forgot he wasn't when I wrote this, so for the sake of the story just pretend he is apjppsoeods

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♡Masterlist♡

Part 1

Bellamy Blake

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Part 2

As if things couldn't get any worse, the moment you got to Harpers door, you remembered that she was out on a supply run with Octavia, leaving her door locked, and you stranded in the hallway with tears in your eyes.

"Damn." You cursed as you racked your brain for the key code.

"Need some help?" A familiar voice sounded behind you.

Monty stood in a guards uniform, the bulletproof material looking strange on him. Never in a million years would you have envisioned him in the guard. Let alone the bad part of the guard.

Anger swelled in you, and although you knew that Monty didn't directly take a role in Lincoln's murder, you still resented him for playing the part and sticking at his Moms side when he knew it was wrong.

"You here to kill me too?" You set down your bag, and stared him straight in the eyes.

Although he was at least a foot taller than you, he still backed up, and pity glistened in his eyes.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean to - ."

"You could have talked some sense into them, Monty!"

"I didn't have a choice!" Monty hissed.

You shook your head, picking up your bag with your few belongings.

"There's always a choice." You whispered as you made your way away from him before you did something you would regret.

Maybe with Kane or Abby as Chancellor, the rules would be different.

Scratch that.

They would definitely be different.

Curfew was 9 pm for every citizen of the Ark, excluding the guard, of course. If you were caught out after curfew, no matter the reason, you were shocklashed if you were over the age of 16.

This new rule, including the shorted curfew, and the extensive punishment were mandated by Pike.

Your eyes scoured the walls of the corridors for a clock, but they were empty. You could tell that curfew was approaching, because little to no people were in the halls, and those who were, were hurrying back to their assigned quarters.

Even if you turned back now, there was no guarantee that Harper was back yet, and there was no way in hell you were going back to your room with Bellamy.

In fact, maybe you would stay out in the halls on purpose. Maybe this would result in you getting shocklashed, and Bellamy would finally open his eyes.

Maybe Bellamy would even be the one to do it to you.

"Weren't you arrested in the first place for being out past curfew?"

Jasper startled you as he spoke, leaning against the frame of his door, bottle of moonshine in hand.

You eyed him.

"Weren't you arrested for stealing booze?" You sneered.

He only laughed, his words becoming more slurred as he downed another gulp of his drink.

"Weed, actually. And if it wasn't for... Monty. Neither of us would have been sent down here in the first place."

It was strange what all could change in the span of a few months.

Jasper and Monty used to be inseparable. They were practically brothers. No one could tear them apart.

But now, Jasper spoke Montys name with venom.

"Aren't you due back at the castle with the King?" Jasper waved his drink at the direction, referring to Bellamy.

"I-." Your words were cut short as Nathan Miller rounded the corner. His eyes widened as soon as he caught sight of the both of you.

"Are you trying to get yourselves killed?" He seethed, his eyes darting to the left and the right, breathing a silent sigh of relief as he came to the conclusion that he was the only guard in sight.

Jasper lowered his drink, scrunched up his nose, and appeared to be thinking hard.

"Is this a rhetorical question?" He mused.

Miller turned red in the face.

"I'm not joking around, Jasper. You're lucky it was me who found you, and not Hannah." Miller hissed, clearly not in a joking mood.

Jasper only rolled his eyes.

"Even if you do kill me, what would I end up losing?" Jasper took another drink.

"If you keep talking suicidal, you're gonna end up losing your booze." Miller said.

Jasper seemed to sober up at those words.

"Well, goodnight then." Jasper turned, but Miller stopped him.

"I can't let (Y/N) roam free, Jasper. She's gonna have to stay here tonight." Miller explained.

Jasper shrugged.

"Fine. But I'm not sharing any of my moonshine." He slurred as he walked into his flat.

Millers wrist watched beeped, indicating that it was 9 pm, curfew.

"Hey, I can stop by your dorm and let Bellamy know that-."

"You can leave, is what you can do." You sneered.

Miller blinked, startled by your use of words.

Before he could say anything to this, Hannah Green rounded the corner, and raised her eyebrows at the sight of you, God forbid, two inches outside of a dorm 1 minute past curfew.

Once she saw that you were talking to Miller, she sighed.

"I can let this slide, but just this once." She gave you a curt nod.

"Oh, will you?" You gave a mock squeal of gratitude, your smile sarcastic.

Hannah frowned.

"I don't like your tone, young lady." She said, her jaw taut.

"And I don't like your face, you power hungry bitch." You jeered.

Hannah gave a gasp of shock, and pulled out a notepad and pen from her pockets.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you up." She said.

You only laughed.

"For what? I didn't threaten you. I'm not even within slapping distance of you."

Her face grew a deep shade of scarlet.

"Is that a threat?" She spoke firmly.

"Do you want it to be?" You move forward, but Millers hands stopped you as he placed them firmly on your shoulders.

"(Y/N), enough," He pleaded, really not in the mood to arrest his friend tonight.

Hannah took a look at the door number of Jaspers dorm, and cleared her throat. Everyone knew Jaspers number. Everyone on the Ark had guided him home at least once when he was too drunk to walk properly.

"I'm going to let this go. I will assume that you are helping Jasper. But if you speak to me like that ever again, you can expect a night in lockup." Hannah held her nose high in the air as she strutted away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Miller lit into you.

"Are you stupid, (Y/N)?" He hissed.

"Are YOU stupid, Miller? You know what you're doing is wrong." You jeered.

Miller was not in the mood for anymore arguing tonight, so he just let out a defeated sigh, and massaged his temples.

"Have a goodnight, (Y/N)." He spoke softly as he walked away.

Bellamy was a mess. He reread the letter that was left for him over and over again until his eyes ached, and his heart couldn't take it anymore.

It had been hours, and he felt like a complete ass for letting you be gone this long.

Even if he went out into the halls without his guard uniform, he knew without a doubt that he wouldn't get in any trouble, being a member of the guard and all.

He opened the door, but before he left, he took the letter that you left him, and folded it neatly into a square so he could carry it with him in his pocket.

It felt strange not walking with you. Almost as if the silence was too loud.

He nearly ran into Monty as he booked it through the halls and around the corner.

"Bellamy, what's wrong? Why was (Y/N) at Harpers door crying?" Monty wondered.

"She's at Harpers?" Bellamys felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders. You were safe.

Monty shook his head.

"No, no. Harper wasn't home. I-I don't know where she is." Monty stuttered.

Bellamy took no more time in conversing, and continued to jog.

"Bellamy? What are you doing out? It's past midnight." Hannah stopped him, a smile on her face.

"My- my..."

What was he even supposed to call you now?

"(Y/N), (Y/L/N), have you seen her?" His voiced cracked pitifully at the end of his sentence.

Hannah's eyes softened.

"I was down at Jasper Jordan's place when curfew started. She was there." Hannah explained, pointing in the direction of which you were.

"Thank you." He nodded gratefully.

It would make sense that you were with Jasper.

Next to Harper, Jasper was your best friend. And you both had something to bond over.

The fact that someone you loved and cared for was killed by someone you loved and trusted...

How much deeper could a bond get?

When he got to Jaspers, the door was cracked open.

Bellamy frowned, and gave a knock.

"(Y/N)?" He loudly announced his arrival.

A groan could be be heard from inside.

A half asleep, not even ten percent conscious Jasper stumbled to the door.

"What do you want?" He growled.

"Jasper, I need to see (Y/N)." Bellamy pleaded.

Jasper moved out of the way, too exhausted for anymore conversing. He gestured widly to the couch in which you had been sleeping on no more than two hours ago.

But you weren't there.

In your place, was yet another note, announcing your departure to the woods where you planned to run away and live a life with Trikru, where you could be free.

All of the blood drained from Bellamys face, and he patted his pockets, cursing when he remembered he wasn't wearing his uniform and didn't have his walkie talkies.

He shoved this note hastily in his pocket, and sprinted out of the room, out into the entrance of Arkadia, where the night air was cool, and the lights bright.

He panicked, swiveling around frantically trying to imagine which direction you would go.

He caught sight of you a few hundred yards outside of the fence.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" He screamed.

You turned around, his name almost passing your lips.

The sound of a gunshot answered him.

The crickets ceased their chirps, and time itself seemed to stand still as Bellamy watched your body crumble to the ground.

The watchman who had shot you realized his mistake as soon as he heard Bellamy scream.

That wasn't a Grounder.

Guards moved out past the gate, to examine the corpse.

They say you move faster when your adrenaline is pumping.

But Bellamy couldn't move fast enough.

"Don't touch her! Don't touch her!" Bellamy cried as a guard bent over to pick you up.

Your face was forever frozen. Your eyes wide with regret and heartache. Your lips beginning to form Bellamys name.

Bellamy let out a wail. It was a familiar wail.

It was the sound Raven made when she watched Finn die.

It was the sound Octavia made when she watched Lincoln die.

But this wail was different in a few ways.

It was full of more regret.

More sorrow.

As Bellamy held your bleeding body in his arms, the paper of the notes you had left crinkled in his pockets.

Both of them goodbye notes.

And Bellamy whispered the words he never got to say.

"It's you. I choose you."

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