#(or even one if we count flashback scenes in the scout camp)

[lieutenant-amuel]

Happy birthday to Frida <3

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Banished (Part 13)

*Not my Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been in lock up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 8-30-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 4K

A/N: So there are a lot of flashbacks in this of Y/N’s time in lock up so please for the love of god PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS!!!! I wanted to get as much info into the past out before the end of season 1 as I can so enjoy the awful cut scenes 😂

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Open Requests for The 100

Based off episode 1x13 of the 100 “We are Grounders Part 2”

WARNINGS: ATTEMPED RAPE, ABUSE, (IF THOSE ARE A TRIGGER SKIP THE FIRST ITALICS!!!)

The rancid smell of alcohol filled your lungs as he pressed you against the wall, his sweaty large hands squeezing your cheeks together as he yelled at you.

“Your parents wouldn’t have killed themselves you weren’t such a little bitch!” He screamed in your face for about the millionth time now. He’d been screaming at you for the past hour, head always moving between his friends sat one on his bed and one on yours as they each nursed their 4th bottle each since they stumbled into the room already drunk. They each laughed as your ‘legal guardian’ smacked your face, whipping your head to the side as he pushed back, leaving you pinned to the wall in fear. Two years of this shit and you know not to leave the spot after ‘Sir’, which he demanded you call him, starts his punishment which was far from over. Sir looked between the two smug souls sitting in the room before looking back to you, a drunken smirk plastered on his face as he took a wobbly step towards you.

“What do you think guys? Should we have a little fun today?” He asked as they exchanged amused looks, tipping their beers towards you both before standing up. You froze as Sir’s hand wrapped around your upper arm, his tight grip leaving finger-tipped bruises along your skin. Wincing as you were thrown onto the nearest bed, his eyes tracing up and down your body as your eyes widened when you realize what he was doing to do. Before you could protest or try to fight back, his hand was clamped around your throat, cutting off your air supply as you tried to pry him off you. He smirked as he leaned over, taking a sip of his beer as you started to see dark.

The moment he released you to gasped for a breath, coughing as the air filled you fast until you could breath normally, albeit a little shaken. His hand grasped the bottom of your shirt, pulling it straight off your head and leaving you in your ripped up jeans and a small black bra you barely needed. You heard a few snickers coming from behind Sir as he trailed a finger across your tiny body, stopping just inches from the bottom of your bra. You were scared, you were petrified! You stared up at him, meeting his darkened eyes before feeling the defeat come over you. His hand started moving again as you shut your eyes, praying for one of them to come to their senses and help you, praying for someone to knock on the door and save you, but no one did. That was when you found yourself doing something you’d never thought you’d do. You prayed for death. Here you were, 10 years old and a mans hands were traveling up along your body and you prayed to die. It seemed like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. A third hand touched your stomach as you shot your eyes open, a moment of clarity coming to you as the first thing you saw as Sir’s empty beer bottle.

You grabbed the glass bottle, adjusting the grip for a split second before ramming it against his head. He stumbled off you, pushing his buddy away from you as you scrabbled to get up. You grabbed your shirt, throwing it over your head as you made way to the door. Only for a pair of hands to pull you back.

“Let go of me! Let go!” You screamed as you thrashed around in his grip, hoping more than anything someone would hear. He wasn’t deterred by your struggles as he threw you into the bed again. Glass flew into the air as you sat on the mattress and you grabbed a large piece, getting into a fighting position you’d been taught for the last 4 years.

‘Keep your feet apart and fists up’ Kane’s voice said in your head as you complied. Sir stood up straight, wiping away the blood on his head from the bottle as he lunged at you. You dodged out of the way fast, going under his arm as you kicked his knee out. He fell to the floor fast with a groan as you turned wide eyed to his buddy. The one that didn’t touch you, had cowered up against the wall, watching the scene in front of him. His friend that laid a hand on you reached out to smack the glass shard out of your hand, only for you to move it and stab it into his head.

“Please just stop! Please!” You yelled as blood ran down his head like your tears ran down your face. He stumbled back, as Sir managed to push himself up, coming at you like a bullet as you scrambled to grab another piece of glass, turning around just in time to run the shard across his neck, deep. He took a few steps back, hands flying to his neck to try and keep the blood in before falling against the wall. The last two guards looked at you, one still holding his wounded head as the other rolled up his sleeve, ready to fight a 10 year old, he snickered as you took your stance to not go down with out a fight. He moved first.

He threw his hand to hit your face to which on instinct you dodged letting him stagger away from the force of his punch. He turned around as you landed a few punches on his stomach, causing him to double over and allowing you to land a blow to his face. You kept punching him as he hit the ground, head bouncing against the concrete before your body was ripped off him.

Footsteps flooding into the room as you tried to free yourself. Metal was on your wrists, keeping them locked behind you as you realized there was more than the three men in the room. You felt like you could finally breathe as you stared down into the face of Sir, who laid dead on the floor next to his buddy who bled out from the cut to the head and a smile came to your face. But it fell as you met the bruised and bloody face of the third man as he stared up to you and a guard stepped in between you both.

“Take her to lockup.”

Kids rushed by you as you entered the camp with Octavia on your arm, clutching to you as if your life depended on it. It seemed like chaos as you let go of Octavias arm and looked around the camp. A pair of arms landed around you and for a half of a second you were worried until Octavia smiled. You turned around and let out a sigh of relief.

“Jasper!” You whispered as you threw your arms around the boy. He reciprocated as you both embraced and you pulled away, looking around camp some more. “Where’s Monty?” You asked as you noticed his right hand man wasn’t there. His face dropped as you realized and quickly felt bad. No one said anything as you cupped his cheek with your hand, getting him to look at you as you smiled.

You moved towards the drop ship, hearing screams as you entered and saw Clarke pressing a heated blade to Ravens side.

“Let’s talk about the reapers.” Bellamy says as he turned to look at you, his eyes softening before thumbing through Lincoln’s journal again. Clarke and Finn give you a smile, happy that you didn’t leave them before focusing on Bellamy again. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?” You shook your head, taking a step closer to all of them.

“Not this enemy.” You say as Finn agrees.

“She’s right, we’ve seen them. Trust us, it’s not an option.” He says before they talk about Ravens condition. You looked down at her before stretching your hand out for Lincoln’s journal. Bellamy hesitates but places it in your hand and allowing you to look through it as he watched.

“Clarke.” You said as you looked at the blonde. “We have to go. You heard Lincoln.” Bellamy scoffed as you dropped the book onto a table.

“Can’t run away fast enough huh? Real Brave.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you speak, trying not to raise your voice.

“That’s the thing Blake. When I fight I know I can win. These guys? They’re strong, but you’re gonna lead them to their deaths.” He seemed to understand you as he crossed his arms and looked down at you. Finn noticed the tension between the two of you as he stepped in to save you.

“Dying in a fight you can’t win isn’t brave Bellamy. It’s stupid.” He argued as you pointed a finger at him, looking Bellamy dead in the eyes for him to understand you’re siding with Finn. You let them hash it out as you left the drop ship, finding the one person you promised you get out of there. Luckily, she found you first.

“Hey, lets get you cleaned up.” Octavia said as she led you to the water tent. You took a seat as she wetted a rag, carefully dragging it over your face to get the dirt off before running it over the bruise that dominated your left side. She mumbled an apology as you grabbed her hand, causing her to stop washing your face.

“Octavia, we need to go. Before the scouts arrive.” You told her as she nodded, not fully understanding.

“We will, I’m sure my brother and Clarke will figure it out and we’ll be out of here fast.” She assured you. You put the rag back into the tub as you stood up to meet her height.

“Bellamy wants to fight, O. I promised Lincoln I would get you out.” She let out a little gasp at the mention of his name and you squeezed her hand, leading her outside to where Clarke and Bellamy were calling for everyone’s attention.

You hadn’t spoken for a few months, choosing to ignore any guards coming in with food as your cell mate, Victoria, stared at you. Tori was older than you, almost 18 by the time you were put in. She was always trying to get you to talk but you denied her the pleasure. You liked her, you really did, even though you didn’t talk didn’t mean she wouldn’t talk to you, tell you stories or anything really just to make the quiet room seem less frightening. You started to warm up to her, offering her more smiles and she even got you to answer her questions with head nods. But then she turned 18.

“Prisoner 153 and 194, face the wall.” A guard said as he pulled the door open. Your mind raced as you looked between her and the guard. She gave you a little smile as she looked at the wall, urging you to do the same.

“It’s okay Mouse.” She said using the nickname she came up with since you were so quiet. You kind of liked it, her giving you a name only she used. “I’ll be okay.” The guard came up behind her, putting the cuffs on her wrists as she was led away, right out of your shared cell. You hadn’t moved from the spot, choosing to stare at her for the last time before the metal door closed. You rested your head on the wall before you started pounding on the metal door.

“Kane! Marcus Kane! I want to speak to Marcus Kane!” You yelled and waited for someone to answer. When no one did you yelled again, pounding a little harder. Again. And again. Until soon your voice hurt from yelling or even talking after this long. Your hand throbbed from the pounding as you let yourself fall into your bed knowing no one was coming for you.

You walked out of camp next to Octavia with everyone, a look of hope crossing their faces as you looked around. Octavias hand landed on your shoulder as you see Bellamy speeding up to you.

“You wanna talk to him.” She asks as you pause but shrug, telling her to go on. Bellamy slows down as he meets your eye and you both walk next to each other.

“You really think fighting was the best plan?” You asked him as he looked down at you then nodded. You didn’t say anything as he swallows, trying to find the right words.

“You said it yourself, these guys are strong. They can make it.” You took a look around you, seeing the laughing and smiling kids joking around and talking about surfing as a pit formed in your stomach.

“Bellamy, I barely made it. There’s no way you would’ve won if you stayed.” He didn’t say anything as he clenched his jaw. You looked out into the woods, the quietness of it disturbing you before movement appeared in your sight line. “Shit.” You muttered before running into the front of the line, grabbing Octavia to stop her. She furrowed her brows but listened to you as everyone stopped. You stared straight ahead, trying to find anyone as whispers came from the group. A whizzing happened right by your head before the kid next to you fell dead.

“Get back to camp!” You yelled alongside Bellamy who kept shouting for everyone to go. You pulled out an arrow, readying your bow as you looked for anyone or anything to shoot. Bellamy saw you not move and rushed to get you.

“Come on Y/N! We have to go! I’m not leaving you again!” He yelled as you obliged, following him back to camp.

“I want to speak to Marcus Kane.” You mumbled as the guard came in to bring you food. He ignored your request, leaving almost as swiftly as when he entered and you groaned. 3 years in here, everyday calling for Kane and no one will tell you where he was. It made you sick. You looked down at the food, noticing they cut your rations down as you turned to the door. “Hey! Where’s the rest of my food huh?” You yelled as a snicker came from outside. You clenched your firsts together, banging even harder until the door swung open.

“Prisoner 194, face the wall.” He said as you shook your head, standing your ground.

“I want to speak to Kane.” You demanded as he stared at you. He took a step closer and you repeated yourself. “I want to speak to Marcus Kane.”

He pulled out his weapon, holding it out to his side as your face fell.

“Please. I just to talk to him.” You pleaded as he cocked his head.

“Sorry Sweetheart, Kane doesn’t want to talk to you. Now face the wall.” He said as you stood completely still. He didn’t want to talk to you? They told him you had been asking for him for 3 years and he said no? Your thoughts your cut short by the Guard as he struck you with the weapon, causing you to convulse in pain and pass out.

You listened to Bellamy and Clarke argue what to do as you stayed back, watching the trees for anything.

“You said it yourself, I’m a grounder.” Octavia said from behind you as you watched her take off out of camp. Bellamy watched her leave before turning to you.

“Y/N...”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, placing your hand on his arm. “I’ll watch out for her.” You took off after her, not noticing the way Bellamy watched you leave the camp for the second time without saying goodbye. His stomach churned at the thought of losing either of you or Octavia, but he knew he couldn’t focus on that right now.

You dashed through the woods keeping up with Octavia before you fired a few arrows at some grounders and watched as they fell. Octavia ran ahead with her sword, stabbing someone in the head as they moved to uncover Bellamy. You were by his side quick, checking his neck as he looked from Octavia to you. His sister helped him up before she let out a small scream, clutching her leg where an arrow was planted. Your eyes widened as you turned around, shooting an arrow right into the eye of someone aiming at you.

“Octavia you’re hit, Bellamy help me get her behind the wall!” You ordered as he listened, throwing her arm over your shoulder and his as you dragged her to safety.

Grounders surrounded you as you looked down at Octavia and Bellamy, seeing the fear in their eyes as you picked up your quiver. “7 arrows.” You told yourself as you stood, looking at the grounders try to overtake the camp. Bellamy grabbed your hand as you looked down, seeing it bloody from Octavias leg.

“Where are you going?” He asked, voice shaking as a boom sounded above you both. You looked up into the night sky, lighting up in flames as realization struck you.

“The ark is coming down.” You whispered as you watched it, turning your attention to the siblings next to you. “I’m gonna fight for our lives.” You said as you started to make your way to the gate.

“Y/N!” Bellamy yelled as he left his sister to stop you again lacing his fingers with yours. “Come back safe. Okay?” He begged as you met his dark brown eyes, something hidden behind them that proved to you he meant it. You nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “May we meet again.” You whispered in his ear before taking off, letting your hand slowly drift out of his.

You stood in your cell, staring up at the ceiling as the sound of guards changing outside caught your attention. You moved towards the door, knocking lightly as one of the guards asked what you wanted. “Does he want to talk yet?” You whispered as he sighed, letting you know the answer just in that as you pushed yourself away. He never visited, no one ever did. You only had yourself and the guards, reliving the same day over and over again. You wake up, practiced your fighting against your bed, ate the cut rations they gave you, read a little, asked about Kane, then sat in silence. You didn’t even feel like a human anymore. You pressed the back of your head against the wall you leaned on before turning around, staring at the same cracks you had for the last 5 years. It made you sick. You traced over the crack, feeling the way the wall felt under your nails before you slammed your fist into it. You pulled away, seeing the red on your knuckles before you continued. Again and again and again until your knuckles bled and the guards rushed into your room. But you didn’t stop. Not until the same guard as last time struck you with his shock baton.

“Don’t let her do that anymore.” He ordered as he looked at your passed out body then to the blood on the wall and shook his head.

“Where are you going?” The other guard asked him when he began to leave the room.

“I’m going to go speak to Marcus Kane.”

You already used almost all of your arrows, leaving you with one by the time the reaper screams drew your attention, causing you to duck behind a tree. “Shit!” You yelled as a grounder came out from behind another tree. He was to close to use your bow so you grabbed your dagger, nailing him in the heart as he fell. Another grounder came around the corner, slashing down your right arm and causing you to drop your knife. He moves to hit you again as you duck, picking up the knife as you finish him quick. You press up against the tree as more movement occurs and you ready yourself, jumping out only to see Octavia being carried by Lincoln.

You don’t say anything as you smile, happy to see him alive and getting Octavia out of there. He nods his head in your direction, as he sticks out one of his hands.

“Leidon, Lincoln.” You whisper hoping this wasn’t your final goodbye. He returns the saying before running away with Octavia. You head towards the drop ship, taking out as many grounders as you can before you see Clarke in front and other delinquents still fighting.

“Get to the ship!” You yelled at the closest kid to you, taking their position against the grounder and moving on when that one was dead. “Go! Now!” You kept telling any kids you saw before Someone yelled your name.

“Y/N!” You heard as you spun around seeing Bellamy staring right at you from the other side of the camp. The sound of the drop ship doors closing caught your attention as you realized you were both stuck out here. You were about to take a step towards him before a sharp pain in your stomach stopped you. You looked down as a spear pierced right through you from a grounder. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as Bellamy screamed your name and you fell to your knees. You closed your eyes, trying to mask the pain as the grounder fell, some delinquent you never met standing over you. The sounds of the fight was drowned out as everyone around you started screaming to run. Bellamy tried to come closer to you, but you shook your head, trying everything you could not to pass out right now.

“Go! It’s okay.” You mouthed to him as he started to cry before Finn grabbed his jacket, pulling him away from the ship. It took only a second before your legs started working and you managed to push yourself up. The spear stuck out of you, making every step dangerously close to being your last as you held onto the wall for support. You knew it was only a matter of time before the ship blew and you knew if you had any chance of staying alive you needed to not be in the vicinity. You hobbled past the gate a few feet before your legs gave out and you fell to the ground with a scream. But the sound was overtaken by the drop ship, lighting up and barbecuing grounders. The heat of the flames burned on your face as you closed your eyes, letting the warmth wash over you before darkness.

“Prisoner 194, face the wall.” The guard said as you tossed your book to the side, throwing your legs over the side of your bed.

“What’s going on?” You asked as a pair of handcuffs came out and your throat dried up. “No. I still have a day.” You stood up, taking a few steps away from the two guards as you looked between. “I still have a day! It’s not my time!” You yelled as one of them, turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. You tried to fight back before the feeling of metal hit your skin and you stopped fighting, letting your head rest on the wall as the guard smirked.

“You’re not being executed. You’re being sent to Earth.” He said as you turned to look at him.

Earth?

Part 14?

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