The Arena
Pairing: Octavia Blake x reader
Warnings:
Summary: Ever since Octavia became Blodriena, things have changed.
*Not Proof Read*
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" Has Garret earned his freedom, Blodreina? " Gaia asks loudly.
The crowd waits in anticipation of what Octavia will say.
Octavia glances around the room. " Yes. " She sighs, obviously bored. Octavia stands up, ready to leave the arena. She looks around the room one last time.
Our eyes meet and my heart starts to pound. She blinks and an unfamiliar expression crosses her face. She quickly turns around and leaves, her guards trailing behind her.
I miss the old Octavia. Not Blodreina.
I miss things before we came down here. Everything went to shit as soon as we landed. Everything was fine on the arc. Well as fine as being imprisoned can be. At least we had each other.
We would spend hours talking about random shit. I miss that.
Now I'm lucky to get a glance my way. I feel like she ignores me majority of the time. I don't know why.
I miss the way she licks her lips when she's thinking or the way she cracks her knuckles when she's stressed out.
" Y/N. " A voice drags me out of my thoughts. " Blodreina requests you. " Jack, one of the Wonkru guards steps towards me, waiting for me to stand up.
I nod and follow after him.
Why does she need me? It's been months since we've talked, surely it's a mistake.
Two guards outside of Octavia's room step aside as we approach.
Octavia stands with her back to us. She doesn't bother to turn around as we enter. " Leave us, Jack. "
A shiver runs down my spine. God I missed her voice.
Jack nods and exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
" I was surprised to see you watching the fight today. "
" I wasn't planning on going until I heard Garrett was arrested. "
Octavia turns around, her red robe swishing at her feet. " Oh yes...you're...boyfriend? "
I shake my head and laugh slightly. " No. He's just a friend. "
I watch as Octavia sits down at her desk, gesturing for me to do the same. " I didn't just call you to talk about Garrett. "
I nod. " I figured. What can I do for you, Blodreina? "
Octavia's nose slightly wrinkles.
God she's gorgeous.
" I know you build things and I was wondering if you could build me an arena. " Her arm extends as she hands me a glass of water.
I gently accept the glass of water from her, our hands briefly touching.
My stomach clenches. " An arena? "
Octavia nods, her eyes examining my face. " Yes. An arena. For the fights. Lately they've been getting a little out of...hand. "
Out of hand? Well that's a fucking understatement. People have been running, trying to get away from their impending fates. Weapons have been thrown through the air, nearly hitting observers.
My hands tighten around the glass. " Maybe just stop the fights. " I reply stiffly.
" You know I can't do that. " Octavia's gaze is stern. An argument isn't worth it. She's not budging.
" And you know I won't build a death cage. Octavia, this is isn't right. You're sentencing people to death for petty crimes. We aren't the Arc. We don't have to do things the way our parents did. "
Octavia narrows her eyes. " I wasn't aware you were the new leader. " She leans forward, her face inches from mine. Her voice is laced with anger and frustration. " I wasn't asking. You will do as I say. You will build the arena. I am Blodreina. You don't think I haven't thought through this? Order will not be maintained unless blood is drawn. "
My chest bubbles with anger. She's never talked to me like this. Like she's...better than me. Using her power over me.
I stand up, setting my glass harshly onto the desk in front of me. " Well I guess it's decided then, no matter what I want. I'll build you're arena. Blodreina. "
Octavia's brows twitch slightly at the title but her gaze doesn't falter. " You begin tomorrow. "
I with a nod I turn around and leave. Tomorrow I build a cage of doom.
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i will never not scream at the top of my fucking lungs that she deserved better. i will never not cheer clarke on for murdering that man. i would’ve done it without regrets too. she was a fucking child. she was a child. she was what, like,, 12 mentally?? i know all of them were asleep for 125 years but you get the fucking point. and sure, he didn’t kill her kill her, but he took her life from her. he put her under a memory capture procedure but went way too far and caused her to have a massive fucking stroke in her brain stem. she was completely, irreparably paralyzed after. she could hear and see everything around her but that’s it. she would never talk again, eat again, walk again, etc because cadogan took that from her. he took a child’s like away from her and left her there. she was alone and scared and she didn’t want to leave clarke in solitude. she was a child who had the weight of the world put on her shoulders. i mean she became a leader of the people at 12. and she did it to save her fucking mom. and what makes madi’s death even sadder? when octavia was about to mercy kill her so that clarke wouldn’t have to kill her own daughter, clarke began to hum the same song she hummed when she mercy killed atom in season one. the same song charlotte hummed when she killed wells. i fucking hate bill cadogan.
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