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tortillamastersblog · 19 days

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𖣂 Not My Commander - Part 2 | Lexa kom Trikru 𖣂

Pairing: Lexa kom Trikru x reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, cursing and some steamy scenes

Summary: Sending a hundred underaged prisoners down to Earth to find out if it’s inhabitable again is undoubtedly immoral, so The Council decides to send you down first, rather than float you for your crimes.

If you survive for more than a couple of hours, they can —in good conscience— send down the 100. If you don’t, well, then good riddance.

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“You can’t tell anyone, you hear me?!” Bellamy hisses. “If they find out someone else knows—“

A commotion down the hall makes both our heads snap around and when a woman screams, we spring into action.

“Hey! What’s going. . .” The words die on my tongue when I realize the scream came from inside my family’s living quarters. “Mom!”

A handful of guards are pinning my mother and father against the wall. My younger brother is on the ground, thrashing around with a bloody nose and a furious glint in his eyes.

“Get off me!” he grunts and kicks at the guard trying to detain him only to have the back of a gun slammed against the side of his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Hey!” I shout, my hands shaking with adrenaline. “What are you doing? Get away from them!“

I try to pull the guard restraining my dad away from him, but then the other guard who hit my brother aims his gun at me.

“WHAT ARE YOU—?!” I yelped and freeze when I get tased from behind.

Bellamy shouts and tries to catch me before I go down, but he’s too late and I end up hitting my head on a chair, leaving me dazed.

“Y/N L/N, I am placing you and your family under arrest for treason,” the guard who tased me says, taking the gun off my belt and putting me in handcuffs.

“Wait. . .” I croak, black dots dancing in my vision. “Please, my family has done nothing wrong.”

My mother’s desperate whimpers and my dad’s furious shouts are the last things I hear before passing out.

I wake with a start and slap my hand over my mouth. My heart is racing and my sweat soaked shirt clings to my body.

It was just a dream, I remind myself. But it wasn’t just a dream actually, was it? It was a memory. A memory that haunted me almost every night.

There’s a rustling outside of my tent and I freeze, hoping I didn’t wake anyone.

It’s quite for a couple of seconds and when I’m sure nobody’s going to come check on me, I push the sleeping furs off my body and take off my shirt.

The cool air that meets my flushed skin makes me shiver, but I don’t get back under the furs just yet.

My eyes roam around the small tent, looking for a distraction only to land on my bracelet a moment later.

It’s glowing faintly because of all the sensors and when I hold my breath I hear it buzz ever so slightly.

I wonder what the people on the Ark are doing with all the information it’s transmitting to them. Do they even still care about it?

It’s been over a week since I’ve been on Earth now, so they know it’s survivable which means the bracelet is now useless to them and me.

Still, for some reason I’m attached to it because it’s the only connection I have left to my former home and even though it’s of no use, I don’t want to take it off.

I don’t think I could take it off, even if I tried, but that’s beside the point.

I drag my hands down my face and run my fingers through my hair. The memory of the dream is painful, but the happy memories of life on the Ark are even more so and before I know it hot tears are streaming down my cheeks.

I bite my tongue to silence my strangled sobs and clutch at the chain around my neck.

It used to be my brother’s— a Christmas gift from me a couple years ago— and attached to it are my parents wedding rings.

All three things were given to Bellamy, who in turn gave it to me before my entire family was floated one by one.

Two days later, I was sent to the med bay where Abby Griffin performed tests on me and put the bracelet on my wrist.

At that time I had no idea what was going to happen but once Abby was done, Jaha told me about their plans and within another few hours I was strapped into my pod and hurtling to Earth.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut and bring the chain up to my lips. “I’m so sorry. . .”

My family is gone and it’s all my fault. I told them about the deteriorating air filters I had discovered when I was on patrol and came across Clarke Griffin’s dad.

He’d been hunched over a tablet with wide eyes and when I asked him if he was okay he just shook his head and explained what he’d discovered in hushed tones.

That was the day it all went to shit and now I’m here on Earth. I’m not a prisoner per se because Lexa keeps insisting I’m a guest, and in a way I am a guest (she frequently invites me to the community dinners at the tower and asks me to tell her more about life on the Ark) but I’m not allowed to go anywhere without a guard and I’m forbidden from leaving the tower when it’s dark outside.

I mostly keep to myself, pacing around my room and looking out of the window at the city below, but two days ago Lexa told me I would be joining her and some soldiers on a trip to a small village east of the capital city (which I now knew was called Polis) to negotiate some trade deals.

I honestly don’t know why she would want to bring me along— I know nothing about trade deals nor do I speak their native language— but I’m pretty sure one of the reasons she brought me with her is because she wants to keep an eye on me.

Which is why I’m here now in my own small tent outside of the village with guards surrounding the area and Lexa’s tent next to my own.

Even without my shirt, my skin is still slick with sweat and I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep anytime soon.

Sighing, I take my damp shirt off the ground and pull it back over my head. It clings to me immediately and makes me want to take it off again, but I don’t want to be caught sneaking around without it. Well, I don’t want to be caught at all, but if I do get caught I’d rather it be with clothes on rather than without.

When we were setting up camp earlier, I caught a glimpse of a small lake between the trees nearby which is where I’m planning on going.

I’m thirsty and I’m sure splashing some water on my face will help clear my mind, so, sticking my head out of the tent I make sure none of the guards are looking in my direction (they’re all sitting around a fire close by, chatting quietly) before slipping outside.

I get to the trees unseen and once I’m sure I’m out of earshot, I exhale loudly and stop walking on tiptoes.

Pine needles scrunch under my shoes and an owl hoots close by which makes my stomach drop for a second.

I continue walking, tugging on my damp shirt every now and then until I get to the lake. Its surface sparkles like liquid silver in the moonlight and I’m sure if I knew how to swim I wouldn’t hesitate to jump right in.

Stepping over a couple of boulders that reach all the way into the water, I crouch down on one of them and scoop some water into my cupped hands before drinking it.

Its refreshing but not as cold as the water in the stream I drank from the day I got here and once I’ve quenched my thirst, I close my eyes and splash some of it on my face and neck.

It’s peaceful and the memory of the nightmare is as good as forgotten, but then I hear a twig snap behind me and I spin around to see two grounders watching me with smirks.

“Planning on running away?” the bigger one of the two asks, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“I— No,” I stammer. It still surprises me how good their English is. Lexa told me only the warriors know it and that only some of them are fluent, but so far all of them I’ve interacted with spoke flawlessly. “I was thirsty and just needed to cool myself off a little.”

The smaller one raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

I watch them warily as they make their way toward me. “Yes. I don’t have anywhere else to go, so why would I run away?”

“You never know,” the bigger one says with an unnerving glint in his eyes.

The two guards are now right behind me, towering over me, so I get to my feet and bush some imaginary dust off my pants.

I try to step past them, but the smaller one grabs my arm and pulls me back. “Where are you going? I thought you wanted to cool off.”

I swallow thickly, feeling a lump forming in my throat. “I did and now I’d like to go back to my tent so if you’ll excuse me I—“

“You still look a little hot to me,” he interrupts me and then shares a look with the bigger one who agrees with a sickening smile.

“You sure do,” he murmurs and before I know it his hand is wrapped around my other arm and the two of them are dragging me to the edge of the water.

“What are you— Hey! Let go!” I kick and thrash around which only makes them laugh and then I’m being shoved backward and my stomach lurches.

The fall isn’t particularly long, but as soon as I land in the water and my head goes below the glittering surface I scream.

No sound comes out of my mouth, only air bubbles, and I frantically try to push myself off the bottom of the lake and back up to the surface. The bottom isn’t within reach though, much less visible in the dark abyss below me, which makes me scream again.

Helpless. I feel utterly helpless just like the day my family was arrested and floated.

The water which was cool against my hands and face is absolutely freezing now. It’s everywhere, in my nose, my mouth, and my ears, but the worst part is that it’s weighing my clothes down like a ton of bricks and making it impossible for me to reach the surface with flailing arms and legs.

I don’t know how to swim. No one on the Ark knows how to because why would we? I never thought that something this trivial would cost me my life. . .

I literally fell through space and crash landed in a forest, but the thing that ultimately kills me is the inability to keep my head above the surface of a body of water.

I continue to kick and thrash around, but the surface above me seems to be getting more and more out of reach as the seconds tick by.

It’s no use. No one is coming to help me. Especially not the grounders who threw me in. They probably think it’s funny and they’d most definitely be glad to be rid of me.

They don’t like me. None of them really do except Lexa, which only makes their disdain for me worse.

It seems their commander has taken a liking to me and the fact that she’s granting me a place to sleep and food to eat is making it worse.

It’s an unwarranted luxury in their eyes especially because they all have to work their asses off to survive, so I get why they hate me.

I tried to convince Lexa to let me work, or do something to at least pull my own weight but she isn’t letting me.

All that doesn’t matter anymore though because my lungs are burning, screaming for air, and my arms and legs are numb.

Then, I see the blurry outline of my necklace floating in the water in front of me and the little fight to survive I had left within me vanishes.

I’m sorry, mom. I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry, Lucas.

I stop moving and just close my eyes, waiting for my body to finally give into the urge to take a deep breath which in this case would be a deadly breath of water.

I’m sorry, I think again but then I’m yanked upward by a hand around the collar of my shirt and within a second I’m back on the boulders, shaking and coughing and wheezing.

“Just breathe, you’re okay. . .”

I squeeze my eyes shut and claw at the rock beneath me.

“You’re okay, Y/N. Just breathe. . . That’s it.” The familiar voice slowly brings me back to reality and when I open my eyes they land on the last person I expected to be here.

It’s the commander, kneeling in front of me with worry written all over her paint-free face. Her hair is pulled back in a simple braid and she’s not wearing her armor.

I stare at her wide-eyed, my chest still heaving when a hand on my shoulder suddenly makes me flinch.

“I’m sorry,” a deep voice says and when I slowly turn around to see who touched me I’m surprised to see that it’s Gustus, the guard who slapped and dragged me to the throne room. Only this Gustus is almost unrecognizable. He’s soaking wet, obviously being the one who jumped into the water after me, and he has a sympathetic look on his face.

I open my mouth to speak and thank him for saving me, but then another cough shakes my entire body and Lexa tells me to save my breath.

“It’s okay,” she says, tentatively touching my forearm. “You’re okay.”

I shake my head and look down, but don’t pull away from her touch. “The guards— They-“

“- are being taken care of,” Lexa interrupts and when I look back up I see a reassuring smile on her face.

It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her smile and even under the current circumstances my heart skips a beat at the sight.

“Thank you,” I finally manage to say after a couple more deep breaths and when I look over my shoulder at Gustus he waves me off.

“Let’s get you dried off,” Lexa says and when she gets to her feet and offers a hand to help me up, I take it without hesitation.

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Part 2 is finally here! Thank you all for being so patient and supportive <3

Tag list: @tigerlillyruiz

#x reader #light angst #lexa x reader #lexa kom trikru #commander lexa #the 100 cw

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thespiritoflife · 3 years

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White Death - part 3

Pairing: Lexa x Fem!reader

Warnings:grammatical errors, kisses?, shorter part

A/N note: Please, let me know, did you like these miniseries??

Translations:

Ai hod yu in. - I love you.

MINISERIES

Many days have passed. Many nights. But always in the sunshine, Lexa remembered the White Death. No, Y / N. And not just in the sunshine. Always. She always remembered her.

She couldn't stop thinking about her. She went to her dreams. Lexa woke up sweaty. "Why don't you give me a break, Y / N?" she screamed and cried. Because she longed for her. And she knew she would never see her.

No one has seen the White Death since. It was whispered about her and about the duel.

Lexa gave up completely and tried to stop thinking about her. She tried to improve her fighting skills. She preoccupied her head with unnecessary things. But also necessary.

It happened that night. Lexa stood on the balcony, wearing only a black dress, drinking wine. She watched her city contentedly as she noticed the reflection of her white dress.

Surely it just seemed to her. It couldn't be her.

Suddenly she felt a touch on her shoulder.

She turned. It was her. Y / N. In a white dress, no war makeup on her face. She looked so innocent and beautiful.

Lexa looked at her in shock. "What ... what are you doing here?"

Y / N put her finger to her lips. "Shh. Shh. I'm nobody. Forget who you are and forget who I am. Just focus on us," and she kissed her wordlessly.

Lexa didn't return her kisses in shock, but then she started. Desire and adrenaline flowed into her veins.

They found themselves on a majestic bed. They kissed and the clothes fell to the ground.

Y / N found herself naked. She looked like a goddess. Lexa sighed. "You're beautiful,"

Y / N just kissed her and whispered in her lips. "No words. Just deeds,"

That night, black mixed with white.

When Lexa woke up, she was gone. Y / N was gone. She disappeared as fast as she arrived. Lexa dropped to her knees and began to cry softly.

Lexa knew Y/N was leaving, but why did it have to hurt like that?

Because Y / N broke her rule that night and whispered to her, "Ai hod yu in."

And she wasn't here anymore.

So in the end she was Death. She killed Lexa inside.

#the 100 #lexa #the 100 x reader #lexa woods #lexa kom trikru #lexa x reader #lexa x y/n #lexa x you #lexa kom trikru x reader #lexa kom trikru x y/n #lexa kom trikru x you #lexa woods x reader #lexa woods x y/n #lexa woods x you #alycia debnam carey #alycia debnam carey x reader

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randominagines · 3 years

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*during a fight*

Random warrior: Heda, have you seen y/n? We can't find her anyw--

Y/n: *perfectly handling two enemies at the same time and also managing to beat them both*

Lexa: I think I found her. *proudly looking at you*

#the 100 fic #the 100 headcanon #the 100 imagine #lexa x y/n #lexa imagine #lexa fic #lexa x reader #lexa x female reader #lexa x you #lexa Incorrect quote #lexa kom trikru

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Hainofa Chilnes

Request: Yes or No

Thinking about how Lincoln was 20+ and Octavia was 17 when they got together. The title is supposed to mean sum in Trig. I'm sure someone will figure it out.

This means they're speaking Trig

"300 hundred dead, (Y/N). 300 hundred of our people." You turned away from the balcony, looking at Lexa. She stared down at the table, features tense. Her knuckles were beginning to turn white from how hard she gripped the table. You approached her, placing a hand on her back to calm her.

"Lexa, get some rest."

"Blood must have blood, (Y/N). The people they killed, the people they burned alive... They had families. Families that'll want justice." Lexa looked at you, a fire in her eyes.

"I'll go check on Indra and Anya. I'll make sure things are being handled and if they have a plan, I can help them."

"You know what these people are capable of-"

"Yes, I know. I've been trained by Indra, Titus, and you. I can protect myself, Lexa. It's not your job to protect me anymore. I'm an adult." You spoke softly, gently taking her hand. Lexa swallowed, gaze softening. Her shoulders slowly relaxed.

"I know and... It scares me." Lexa breathed out, letting out a deep sigg. She met your eyes again, smiling and placing a hand on your cheek.

"Come back as soon as possible. If you can-"

"Find as much information on these people as possible while making sure not to get hurt. I know, Lexa." You pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"If you get hurt-"

"I won't but if I do, try not to burn down the forest." You grinned, grabbing your sword and sliding it in its sheath. Lexa rolled her eyes, fighting back a smile as she dismissed you with a flick of her wrist. You stepped out of her room, heading down the hall. You spotted Titus as he turned the corner, giving him a nod.

"Titus."

"Child."

"When are you gonna stop calling me that?"

"When you stop acting like one. Where are you headed?" Titus questioned, eyeing your attire.

"Tondc. I want to help anyone who needs it against this new threat." You responded. Titus hummed, nodding.

"Be careful of the Reapers. It'd be a shame if we lost you."

"All that training gone to waste."

"Precisely." You scoffed, a smile tugging at your lips. Titus patted your arm, resuming down the hall.

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You listened to the sound of birds chirping, smiling softly. You were glad whoever was following you hadn't attacked yet. They were inexperienced, stepping on twigs and making the brush rustle. Indra and Titus would've had your head if you had been as sloppy as them. You reached Tondc, sliding off your horse and walking down the path as Indra and her men headed out.

"(Y/N), what a lovely surprise," Indra called, voice monotone but you saw the way her eyes lit up at the sight of you. "We could use a hand." You hummed, letting one of the men take the reins and lead your horse away.

"Who's my follower?"

"A dead girl," Indra responded in english, giving a nod to her men. You turned your head, just in time to see the girl turn and bolt as some of Indra's men chased after her.

"Octavia Kom Skaikru. She's persistent, I'll give her that. She's Lincoln's girlfriend." Indra explained as you faced her once more. Your lips parted to speak but Indra beat you to it, eyes narrowing.

"He's a traitor, (Y/N)."

"Indra-"

"How's Heda?" Indra interrupted, moving forward. You fell in line, smiling down at Artigas as he gently bumped against you.

"Lexa's fine. If things get worse, she might just come down and take care of things herself. Anya has yet to report back to us so... Here I am."

"Our savior." Artigas cooed playfully, chuckling as you ruffled his hair.

"Where exactly are we going?" You asked, moving forward to walk alongside Indra.

"To get our people back. Nyko and Lincoln were taken by the Reapers." Indra responded, glancing at you.

"Shit."

"Exactly." Indra let an amused smile slip before it was replaced by her stoic face.

The walk was long and boring but with the return of the sky girl, it got interesting. You could see her pass by, using trees as cover. She was quick and smart but too obvious.

"You were right." You said quietly. "She's persistent but brave. There's a reason Lincoln likes her so-"

"Don't worry. She'll be joining us soon." Indra moved to a place where everyone could rest before going over the plan. You turned your head, snorting as the bushes rustled.

"So, I'm the bait?" Artigas asked.

"No, you're a warrior. She's the bait." Indra turned her head in the direction of Octavia. You watched her rise, a nervous look in her eyes yet her words said the opposite.

"I am not afraid."

"You will be." Indra looked away from her as you approached her. Octavia took a step back, grip on her sword tightening. You reached a hand up.

"I'm a friend of Lincolns. If he trusts you, it's for a reason." You smiled softly. Octavia's shoulders relaxed, glancing at Indra and the others before she grabbed your hand, carefully stepping through the brush. You released her hand and walked back to the tree you had been leaning against.

"We know their path. You'll be the distraction. Easy, right?" Indra cocked a brow. Octavia swallowed, nodding as she glanced at you. She trusted too easily. Or perhaps she trusted Lincoln too much.

"Let's move," Octavia watched Indra walk away before looking at you.

"How do you know Lincoln?"

"I was raised in Tondc for most of my childhood. Lincoln is a childhood friend. I'll try to see if I can help him." Octavia let out a sigh of relief, nodding.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet." You quickened your pace, catching up with Indra. Indra didn't have to speak for you to know she'd be giving you the lecture of a lifetime once you were alone.

"Octavia Kom Skaikru." Indra stopped and faced the girl. "Time for you to be bait."

"Alright." Octavia swallowed, laying in the trail. You and the others hid in the brush, waiting for them to get close enough. Once they did, everyone sprung up, taking out the Reapers. Octavia took off the hoods of those captured, getting to the last one.

"Nyko." You quickly approached him, cutting the rope and letting him go.

"Where's Lincoln? Was he with you?" Octavia asked. Nyko gave a solemn stare and shook his head. Octavia stumbled back, eyes watering as her breath quickened.

"We'll find him." You assured her, continuing to cut the rest of the people free. You gently grabbed Octavia by the shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"You proved yourself, Octavia. You helped us get our people back and for that, you'll live." You told her. Octavia's brows furrowed, head raising. She turned to look at Indra, exhaling softly when Indra nodded in agreement. She looked back at you, lips trembling.

"Thank you."

"(Y/N), let's go." You glanced back at Indra, sighing.

"I'll take her back home. I'll join you later." You called back. Indra's brows rose. You'd be getting the lecture of a lifetime.

"You don't have to-"

"You might encounter more of my people on your way. It's better I go with you." You explained, giving her arm a squeeze. Octavia gave a tired smile, nodding.

"You're definitely Lincoln's friend." You chuckled, giving a light shrug.

"I think he learned a thing or two from me." You winked, motioning for her to lead the way. Octavia turned around, beginning to walk forward.

"Are you and Indra close?" She asked, hands raising to tie some of her hair back.

"She's my... adoptive mother."

"Oh.." Octavia frowned. "Are your parents...?"

"Dead? Possibly. I don't... I don't remember them. They were Trikru but I was sent to Indra to train when I was little. I guess my parents chose not to tag along."

"I know what it's like. My mother was floated," Octavia told you. "Because of me."

"Floated?"

"Killed. Back in space, you couldn't have more than one child. Biologically, anyways. Some people adopted those who lost their parents. I lost my mom and was arrested." You furrowed your brows, glancing at her.

"What for?"

"I have an older brother named Bellamy." You hummed softly, nodding.

"I'm sorry." Octavia shook her head.

"I've.. I've come to terms with it. At least I knew her. I have good and bad memories of her." Octavia gently touched your arm. "Maybe your parents are alive. You could look for them."

"I doubt my father wasn't among the warriors your people burned." Octavia looked away, a frown on her face as she kept her gaze on the ground.

"Sorry-"

"I don't blame you for the acts of your people. Innocents don't deserve to suffer for actions they didn't commit." You cut her off, watching her shoulders slump in relief.

"I'll make sure to tell my people-" The sound of gunshots captured your attention. You and Octavia fell silent, listening to the sounds.

"This way." Octavia grabbed your wrist, pulling you along without a second thought. You came across a hill, seeing the arrows being shot at a group of people by the cliff. Octavia quickly reached for the horn, fumbling a bit before blowing into it. The arrows stopped and Octavia's people were able to get back to what they were doing.

"Octavia-"

"Come on." She went down the hill, pushing through the bushes until she saw a guy and girl being pulled up.

"Bellamy.." She breathed, a smile breaking out on her face. Bellamy rushed forward, embracing Octavia.

"I should get going." You said, noticing others eyeing you. In their eyes, you were a threat.

"Who are you?"

"This is (Y/N), a friend of Lincolns," Octavia explained, pulling back. "He helped me."

"Where are our people?" You blinked, brows furrowing. The guy stepped closer, fists clenching as his eyes narrowed.

"Your people?"

"They were taken-"

"Finn, he doesn't know." Octavia cut in, glaring at him. Finn's features hardened, glaring at Octavia before he turned to Bellamy. Bellamy placed a hand on Octavia's back.

"I haven't been here since your people arrived. I've got a life outside these woods but I could figure out where they are. It'd take some time though." You offered, shrugging. Not as if you had anything better to do.

"We don't have time," Finn muttered, turning away. Bellamy cleared his throat, stepping into your line of sight.

"Thank you for helping my sister. I'm Bellamy." He extended his hand. You glanced at Octavia before taking it. He seemed grateful to have Octavia by his side. It reminded you of Lexa.

"Shaking hands with the enemy. Great idea." The one with light eyes said, scoffing.

"I'm not your enemy. If anything, I want peace. We don't need a war but if you provoke me then a war you'll get." You responded, raising a brow. "Is that what you want?"

"No, no, none of us want that. Isn't that right, Murphy?" Bellamy sent his friend a sharp look. He turned back towards you, gaze softening.

"Good. I'll see you around, Octavia. If I find Lincoln, I'll send him your way." You stepped back but a hand clutched your arm. You looked down at Bellamy's hand.

"Sorry." He apologized quietly, releasing you. "We could use your help. If our people see that not all Grounders are savages-"

"If that's all your people think of us then maybe the problem is them, not us. Even if I wanted to, I can't. I've already helped enough and if Heda finds out, I might never be allowed to come back. Your leader will have to test their luck with Indra and Anya." You offered an apologetic smile.

"Good luck."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #the 100 #the 100 x reader #the 100 x male reader #the 100 x you #the 100 x y/n #the 100 octavia #octavia blake x reader #octavia blake #octavia blake x male reader #octavia blake x you #octavia blake x y/n #bellamy blake #lexa kom trikru #indra kom trikru

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violets-page · 3 years

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Heart on Fire pt.7

You’re Finn’s half sister and after Lexa kills him you decide to return the favor.

Enemies-to-lovers | word count 3.8k | series

MATERLIST | SERIES PLAYLIST | Pt.6

Disclaimer, this chapter contains absolutely NO Lexa and follows almost the exact plot of the last ep of season 2 (where they irradiate the mountain) Feel free to skip.

Your heart was practically hammering out of your ribcage as you made yet another left turn in the ever-winding tunnels.

There was no way this mountain had only one exit, there had to be an air vent, a tunnel, a back door. Something. God, there had to be something.

You were so caught up in your crazed search that you almost ran right into Octavia. Her hair brushed sharply against your cheek as she whirled around, hand clasped around her sword and a snarl on her face.

Guess she wasn’t as glad to see you as you were her.

“Octavia. Your still here.” It was a breath of relief, a mist of water in a heatwave.

“Of course I’m still here, I know where my loyalties lie.”

You ignored her complaints with an impatient huff, turning towards the rusted metal cart she had been standing in front of, above it a long shoot. There was no time for petty banter, not when lives were at stake.

“We have to get inside- we have to.” You gripped the edges of the cart ready to clamber over it before hands grabbed the back of your jacket, yanking you towards her.

“If that was possible you think I’d just be standing here?” She looked toward the bottom of the cart where a girl -one of your girls- lay lifeless. Bruises and blood littered her body and you found you weren’t nearly upset as you were repulsed.

“Those sick bas-“

“Why did Lexa sound the retreat?” You didn’t want to even think about her, much less speaks about her. But Octavia’s grip had only tightened and she wasn’t letting you go until she got answers.

“She made a deal.” There was a door, a backdoor. Right in front of your face. How had you even missed that?

“Now we’re on our own.” You shrugged out of her grasp as it loosened in shock, rushing towards it. Your fists met the door with angry yells, the rusted metal scratched and flaked off against your palm. Octavia had you buy the scruff of the jacket, pulled away before you could notice to stop her. Your hand banged on empty air before falling dejected to your side.

“Do you want them to know we’re here?”

“I don’t care what they know! I just- I just need to get inside”

“And then what. You have what? A pocket knife?”

You raised the gun you had snatched from the ground and Octavia shrugged. “Okay, that has maybe 6 bullets. There are over a thousand people in that mountain. Even IF you had more bullets you’re a lossy shot, they would take you in seconds. Y/n you can’t go in there like that, Bellamy’s counting on you.”

“I never asked for that! I don’t know what to do. I just- I can’t let them die. Not after we gave them so much hope.”

Her finger jabbed into your chest as you flinched back. “You have so much pent-up anger and you let it out at all the wrong times. What happened to killing Lexa when she was going to let a bomb drop huh? You only cared when it suited you. Finn was already dead, long before she killed him.”

You were tired of him always being used against you.

“I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN.” Your hands shoved her back, her glare only deepened.

Octavia wasn’t Finn, she wasn’t Bellamy. Hell, she wasn’t even Clarke. They would have gone easy on you. Some shit about trauma and unhealthy copping as Clarke would say. Octavia?

“Well, I guess that’s not good enough.”

She didn’t give a damn.

The door beeped and Octavia drew her sword while you lifted the gun. The sight of the comforting curls and freckles calmed both girls. His sister’s hands wrapping around his neck as she breathed out a sigh of relief.

Bellamy glanced at you but you couldn’t make yourself meet his eyes. When Monty and Jasper stepped out Octavia let go of Bellamy and he made his way over to you.

His hand rested on your shoulder but you remained miles away.

“I tried- I tried. I swear, I-“ He pulled you close and your eyes slammed shut as your head hit his chest. You didn’t even care that he stank of blood and sweat as you allowed yourself to shake in his arms.

It was a silent shake, one with no tears and mainly snot. You would save the tears for the dead.

Monty and Jasper had gone silent as they watched you. The tension in the air was suffocating as you coughed on sobs.

“Where’s the army y/n?”

You pulled back and tensed when you saw the blue hazmat suit behind Bellamy. A deep furrow lining your brow as your eyes wisped over Jasper’s hand on the girl. He nodded at you, a reassurance that this was planned.

“Gone. The one in the mountain too.”

“Do we have a backup?” It may have been a question but the pained whisper of his voice showed he already knew the answer.

Of course, you had backup plans, you weren't stupid. Except well- all of them involved a bitchy Burnette so well...

“Not really.”

You were thankful that Bellamy was able to hold it together, something you’d never been too skilled at. “I know who we can talk to.”

The moment Bellamy stepped away Jasper had engulfed you in a hug. Your arms remained tense at your sides as he smiled, Monty piling on top. You had missed them. God had you, but the guilt was stopping you from doing anything more than softly patting them on the back. The beeping of the girls’ hazmat suit drew them both away and you let out a breath.

His hands fumbled anxiously with the back of the girls’ pack “Thirty minutes left. That can’t be right? We just changed it.” His eyes stumbled over the group and back to the girl.

“We’ll find you another one.” Reassured Monty but the girls’ breathing only picked up as her voice trembled.

“All the supplemental oxygen is on level 5.”

“Then we have to get you to level 5.” Jasper searched the suit for the problem, his hand brushing hurriedly over the girl in a way that if slowed down, might pass as romantic.

“Five isn’t safe for any of us.” Came the girls’ reply.

Your eyes moved back to the door remembering the dead body mere feet away.

“I don't know. But guys, we need to hurry.”

The group nodded mumbles of agreement blended in the echoes of the tunnels

“We’ll split up.” The plan had been determined and the groups dispersed.

You took a deep breath tilting your head to let out a sickly crack. If you were gonna die in this concrete coffin...

You sure as hell were gonna go out blazing.

* * * * * * * *

The halls were mostly stone but the walls of the room Bellamy and Jasper walked into were white, lined with artwork that you refrained from allowing your eyes to drift to.

A man stood from the bed, he was old with wispy white hair, dressed in a polished suit. He smiled as if you had been old friends for years.

“Hello y/n, I've heard all about you.” The words were spoken with delicate kindness but it still made your gut twist.

“Sir we need your help again,” Bellamy spoke shifting so he stood halfway in front of you.

“It’s okay. I took out the camera from the junction box in the hall.” Spoke Monty although you weren’t sure if this was to reassure you or the old man.

“No one’s watching anyways. Thanks to you they're all on level 5.” Now the kindness was gone and in its place stood bitter resentment.

“Your not.” Your head craned as your brow furrowed.

His lips grew thin “No… I’m not.”

Oh, oh.

Your mind flickered back to the girl who sat at the bottom of the cart in the tunnels. Someone should go back to bury her.

“Please. We don’t have much time. We need a way to get our people out without killing everyone.” Now that was a good plan. You filed it in the back of your head, right under all the other shitty plans you had.

The man just stared at Bellamy. You sighed glancing between the door which was tossed open and Bellamy.

“He’s not going to help us.”

“You cut the power, risking the lives of everyone in this mountain. My people, even the ones who helped you.”

“Because you're letting my people be tortured and killed. Children. Clarke knew yours would be safe. Can you say the same about my people?” You were practically shouting at this point.

“Tell me y/n, if we released your people and theirs what would happen to mine?” You chewed on the inside of your mouth, turning to Monty who had his eyes trained uncomfortably on the floor.

“Is there a control center or something we could get to?”

“No problem.”

“Then let’s go.” Bellamy grabbed the man, pulling him along out the door.

You were off.

* * * * * * * *

You peaked around the corner, hand clasped firmly around the gun and finger on the trigger. When no one was there you stepped out.

“I told you there’s no one here.” the old man talked too much and you had to refrain from knocking him upside the head. Then he really wouldn’t be of help.

“Sorry if we don’t take your word for it.” You snorted.

“Why aren’t you with your people.”

“Deliverance comes with a cost. I bear it so they don’t have to.”

It all clicked.

“It wasn’t Cage. It was your idea to make the deal with the grounders.” Bellamy spoke your thoughts.

Dante nodded and you glared at the guilt that passed his face. If he felt bad he would help. He was just upset that he got caught.

“We’re in. got them.” Monty breathed out, turning your attention away from Dante.

Bellamy went first, gun raised as he scooped the room. “It’s clear. He was telling the truth.”

“That doesn't mean much.” You watched Monty fiddle with buttons until the monitors lit up.

“The command centers live.” Your eyes flickered through the multiple screens before your eyes landed on the one you had been dreading. Bodies lined the walls, some struggling, some almost lifeless. All faces you recognized.

Harper lay strapped to the table her, body dangerously still. You were the only reason she was in here. Bellamy’s hand jutted out to grab a nearby radio, shoving it into Dante’s face.

“Tell them to stop. Now!”

“I won’t do that.” Your eyes surveyed the mountain men till you saw one you faintly recognized from the attempt on your life.

“Him. what’s his name?” You pointed, turning to face the group. Monty looked over, happy to tear his eyes away from the torture.

“Carl Emerson.”

You lifted the radio to your lips, hitting the button. “Emerson, Mount Weather security detail, come in.”

You eyed him on the screen as he froze before lifting the walkie.

“Who is this?”

“I’m sure you can guess.” He glanced at the camera and you saw his posture go rigid. “Give the radio to your president.” His body disappeared from the picture but reappeared in the larger monitor with a few clicks from Monty.

You watched the dark-haired man lift the radio to his lip. “This is President Wallace.” You knew how much family meant to someone, even someone who hated theirs.

“I have your father. if you don’t let my people go…” You glanced at the old man who watched you as if he could care less about your next words. “I’ll kill him.”

“How do I know you have him?” You shoved the walkie towards him, half expecting him to ignore the walkie and stay silent. That would have been the smart thing. Instead, he grabbed it, yanking it and your hand close.

“Stay in the course Cage.” The silence that followed was sickeningly sweet as you watched Cage’s face go grim.

“You won’t do it” You almost smiled at the tremble at his voice.

“You don’t know me Cage, and trust me, now’s not a good time to start. Release my people.”

“I can’t do that.” His response came so quickly and so did the sickness in your gut.

“It would mean the end of our people y/n.” Dante’s voice rang out from behind you. God would it make things easier to just kill him. You turned, pointing the gun at him.

Bellamy moved away and Monty quickly stood, rolly chair wheeling away.

“Wow! Wait a minute y/n we need him.” Bellamy raised his hands trying to calm you.

“And I need the boy to believe me.” You raised the walkie to your lips “Is this really the time to test my word?”

The seconds of silence that followed seemed to take hours. “Dad, ill take care of your people.“ The old man’s eyes widened but you couldn’t tell if it was in shock or anticipation.

“None of us have a-“ you pulled the trigger, silencing his sentence. He stared down at the hole in his chest, eyes flickering back to you.

“We always, have a choice.” Bellamy watched you cautiously as you shoved the gun quickly into your waistband. You didn’t want to touch it anymore. You didn’t even want it on you but tossing it would have been stupid.

Your fingers trembled as they slid over the walkie-talkie button. “Listen to me very carefully. I will not stop until my people are free. If you don’t let them go. I’ll take down the whole damn mountain.”

You watched his hand shoot out to steady himself against the wall. You paused for a second. afraid if you spoke now a tremble in your voice would betray you. You let yourself think of Lexa. Only for a moment, you let your mind be consumed by her. By her calmness in the face of war, of her reassurances and close loped smiles. Lexa would be smart about this. and if needed, she would have slaughtered them all. Then she was gone, tucked away in the darkest corner of your mind.

“Stop the drilling and we can talk.” No voices came back but on the monitors you could see Emerson take off down the hall.

“He’s coming after us.”

“They disabled my keycard can you do that to his?” Bellamy questioned Monty hopefully.

“That one’s easy.”

“Where’s he going?” You looked up at Bellamy’s words to see Cage waking in the opposite direction. You trailed your eyes across the monitor until he flung open the door to the drilling room.

Oh god.

“Monty. Can we irradiate the level?” Your voice came out hurried and anxious. Walls made of false beliefs and heled together with broken promises could only hold for so long.

“I can do it.”

“Wait y/n,” Bellamy’s hands were on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. Early his grip had been gentle, worried maybe even loving. Now it was full of fear and anger. He was afraid.

“You need to think about this there are kids in there.”

“I know.” the tears floated to your eyes as you tried not to look at the one camera that had been trained on a group of them. Tried not to look at the one with the shaggy brown hair or the girl curled up next to him. Of course you knew, you were one of them.

“There are people that helped us.”

“Then give me a better idea Bellamy. Because right now it’s us or them and they sure as hell aren’t giving up now.” Your eyes flickered to Dante’s lifeless body in the corner and the pool of blood creeping towards you.

He opened his mouth and closed it again turning to search the monitors. Your eyes peered back up to see Cage removing Harper from the table. His hand raised as he motioned to Raven.

You watched as they pulled her off the wall, she struggled, latching her teeth into the neck of a guard before he stunned her with his taser. You watched her head lull to the side as they strapped her to the table.

Raven, who had been through hell and back and still had time to suck up her tears to dry yours.

“Dammit.” The loud sound of your fists meeting the metal desks made Monty jump. Bellamy seemed unaffected but spared a concerned look.

You should have known that in studying you they had learned everything. Including weaknesses.

“Y/n if we do this there is no going back.” They were watching you both with furrowed brows and worried looks.

“There was never anything to go back to.”

* * * * * * * *

Your eyes watched the screens as you waited for Monty to work out the switch. You could see people running as guards filled the halls. Octavia.

“They’ve got to get out of there.” Bellamy stepped close as if that could somehow protect his sister more. You watched Monty hit a few more buttons silently begging him to hurry before the banning on the door dragged your thoughts away.

“He’s here.” Monty eyes widened at the screen, face going grim.

“Jasper they caught him.” You watched in horror as guns surrounded Octavia. Even she couldn’t take them all. She raised her hands as she was shoved to the floor.

The clicking of keys stopped and you scowled at Monty “Why are you stopping we have to-“

“It’s done y/n. All we have to do is..” He pointed to a lever inches away. “Pull.” The bags under his eyes seemed darker than usual, maybe it was just the lighting but-

“Hatches and vents will open and the scrubbers will reverse pulling outside air in.” You were barely given a second to think before Bellamy had his gun trained on the door. You eyed Emerson on the monitor.

“He’s gonna blow the door.” Your hand gripped the handle. Tears clouded your vision and you quickly blinked them unable to stop your eyes from finding where Raven lay almost lifeless on the monitors.

“I have to save them… I promised.” Your lip quivered as you glanced hopelessly back at Bellamy. You expected his face to be some type of reassurance but he looked just as scared as you. His hand reached out to grasp yours and he nodded.

“Together.” You closed your eyes and together you pulled. With your eyes clamped shut you could almost picture it was Lexa’s hand, clamped over yours as you pointed the button and the door.

Alarms blared around you as yellow lights screamed warnings. Monty’s fingers resumed their click on the keyboard. You watched Emerson outside the door shoulder his bag and take off down the hall. Barely sparing a final glance at the door.

Your eyes trailed over the bodies on the monitors. If it wasn’t for the blisters and peeling skin you could almost convince yourself they were sleeping. Your fingernails scratched and dug into the skin of your palms. The blood gathered under your nails and dripped down your palm.

* * * * * * * *

Your whole body went still as you entered the dining hall.

Most had fallen forward, faces hitting their plates, but a few had leaned back, head skyward as if in prayer. You tried to ignore the soccer that sat inches from your feet and the small body that accompanied it.

Jasper looked up at you, tears staining his cheeks as you stared down at the girl’s lifeless body.

“What did you do?” You tilted your head up slightly, one of Lexa’s many defense tactics you had picked up.

“What I had too.”

“I was gonna kill Cage�� His fingers trembled as he brushed Maya’s hair away from her face. You opened your mouth but Bellamy beat you to it.

“Jasper, they never would have stopped.”

“We have to get to the dorms.” You spoke it softly stepping as far away as you could to walk around Jasper.

* * * * * * * *

You watched as a blonde-haired boy gripped Raven’s elbow helping her to sit up on the chair as she grimaced. You barely let that stop you as you pummeled towards her, arms snapping around her neck as you let yourself sob into her shirt.

Her arms snaked weakly around your back as she shushed you.

“I’m sorry Raven. I’m sorry for what I said, for not being there for you for-“ Her voice shushed you again as you quitted down. Sobs shaking both of your bodies

“I know y/n. I know” Her face was sticky with sweat. Maybe seeing the bodies had finally broken you because all the sudden there wasn't enough air in the world.

“I wanted- I wanted to save them. There was more I could have done. I didn't, I didn’t do enough. I should have- oh my god I should have-“ She tugged you back into her arms as your tears soaked her shirt. When they had finally subdued to soft hiccups you spoke.

“I miss Finn”

* * * * * * * *

The new camp was massive. They must have built it up more when you were in Tondc. Now it looked like a small city.

Raven was slugged forward on a stretcher while you stood back with Bellamy. Many of the people wore clothes raided from the bunker. You however couldn’t even bear to touch them.

You watched as people piled back into the camp. Hopefully, things would only get better from here. When you remained frozen outside the gate Bellamy turned to walk back at you.

“I think we deserve a drink.” Age no longer mattered when the face of death smiled at you every morning.

“Me and alcohol don’t mix well. Who knows I might go off and kill a village.” It had been a joke but Bellamy just glared at you.

“Kidding... kind of.”

“Come on.” Bellamy motioned for you to follow him forward but you just shook your head.

“I can’t go back. Not now at least.”

“If this is about forgiveness y/n... I’ll give that to you.” You stared up at him. You had cried up all your tears and now you just felt, empty.

“Your forgiven.” You glanced back at the camp as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Please, just come inside.”

“I can’t Bell, I need to forgive myself and- and I can’t do that in there.”

“Where are you gonna go?”

“I- I don’t know.” You had a few ideas but you didn’t wanna risk him getting smart and trying to follow you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as you rubbed gingerly on his back.

“May we meet again.”

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maybanksslut · 4 years

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Hey gorgeous! May I request a ship with HP/The 100? I’m a female, bi, Gryffindor, Virgo, and an ENFJ🤍 I have long straight, black hair that’s curled inwards at the ends, blue eyes, about 5’3 and 47kgs. I love talking, being with people, and just being loud, to be honest? Hahah, I also am a bit of a ✨romantic✨ person though, I love a rainy day in, baking, writing, and dancing. I’m a teen ballerina, so I’m always twirling around the house for no apparent reason? Also, I’ll probably be your therapist if we become friends, oof. Oh! Sis lemme tell you, I once jumped off a roof and survived. And- that was useless information?? Lmao sorry, thanks again! ☁️

Ohmygod you sound as a super nice person ! Also if you up for being my therapist/friend; send me a message or ask ! I love getting to know ppl !

I ship you with...

FRED WEASLEY

You’re loud, he’s loud = power couple. Both of you being total extroverts you would often go out with friends together and, basically, be the life of the party. Also: why do I feel like he would be the one that made a bet with you to jump of that roof?.? Because I totally see that happening. You would be the planner of the couple, so you’d plan the dates (they’d probably be very romantic, and even though Fred would pretend like he didn’t like it, he’d actually love it). He’d also try baking with you, but that didn’t work out too well... (basically he burned everything, including the house). Fred would loveeee that you’re a ballerina and he’d love seeing you dance (even though he’d probably tease you for it, too). Overall, he’d be an amazing and funny boyfriend, and he’d love you more than imaginable.

And

LEXA KOM TRIKRU

You would be her therapist, because she needs one tbh. She finds it hard trusting people and talking to them; so you would be the only person she let give her advice and listen to her problems. She’s a leader, so she often feels like she has to be strong no matter what, but you’ve shown her that everyone has weaknesses, and it’s okay. She trusts you more than anyone else, and loves your outgoing + romantic personality. Lexa often feels like she has to act strong in front of her people, so she doesn’t show much affection in public, but as soon as you’re alone, she loves cuddling with you and kissing you passionately.

thanks for the request and nice words, love💕

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Part 1 : In the Shadow of Greatness

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You stand in your mother's room, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort as you contemplate your future. Your eyes roaming over the family mementos lining the shelves - relics of a simpler past.

The weight of her expectations hangs heavy in the air, a suffocating reminder of the greatness you're expected to live up to.

You're tempted to change your mind, to refuse the mission and defy your mother's wishes. But before you can voice your doubts, she interrupts your thoughts with a sharp command.

"You have no choice but to go," she declares, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Our people need you. You must do this for them."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring a sense of duty that you can't ignore. Despite your reservations, you know she's right. You may have doubts, but you also have a responsibility to your mother.

You drew in a shaky breath, gathering what courage was left in your body. "I just don't know if I'm ready for this..."

Before she can respond, the door swings open, and a guard enters the room, their presence a reminder of the reality of your situation.

"It's time," they announce, their voice devoid of emotion.

With a heavy heart, you follow the guard out of the room, your mother trailing behind you. As you make your way through the corridors of the Ark, you can't help but feel a sense of finality settling over you.

Outside the drop ship, the guard motions for you to board, their expression unreadable. You hesitate for a moment, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind.

A flicker of movement catches your eye, and you turn just in time to see a curly-haired guard slip onto the drop ship in front of you, but before you can react, they vanish into the shadows of the ship's interior.

Ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, you push the unsettling sight to the back of your mind as you glance back at your mother, her eyes filled with determination, you know there's no turning back.

With a resigned sigh, you step onto the drop ship.

You may be Diana Sydney's daughter, but you're also so much more. You vow to make your mark on the world, to carve out a legacy of your own, one that shines as brightly as the stars themselves.

---

The drop ship shuddered as you and the other prisoners were herded aboard. The floor trembled beneath your feet as you were strapped into your seat, the metallic clang of restraints echoing through the cramped compartment. You were the last one to board the ship.

The hatch closing behind the guard echoing in the cramped space. You found yourself seated beside Clarke and Wells, their expressions mirroring your own mix of apprehension and determination.

Chancellor Jaha's voice boomed over the intercom, his words heavy with gravitas as he addressed the assembled prisoners.

"Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself.," he declared, his tone solemn.

“We have no idea what is waiting for you down there If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

The significance of his words hung heavy in the air as the drop ship's engines roared to life, drowning out any further explanation. With a lurch, the ship lifted off from the Ark, hurtling towards the distant planet below.

Clarke leaned in closer, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Return to Earth? But how?"

Jaha's voice swept over the group once more. " The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years. But make no mistake, this is a one-way trip. There will be no return journey."

The turbulence of re-entry rattled the shuttle around you, sending a jolt of fear through your body. Shocks from the atmosphere shook through the vessel as it descended through Earth's atmosphere, jostling you and your fellow prisoners in your seats.

Clarke gripped the armrests tightly, her knuckles white with tension, while Wells tried to maintain a facade of calm despite the worry etched into his features.

Abruptly Wells broke the silence speaking to Clarke as the ship continued its descent, “Clarke, there's something I have to tell you. I'm sorry I got your father arrested.”

Just as turbulence around you reached its peak, Clarke's voice cut through the ship, sharp and accusing. "Don't you talk about my father, Wells!" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "If it weren't for you, my father would still be alive!"

Wells flinched at her words, his expression pained. "Please, I can't die knowing that you hate me," he shot back, his voice tinged with regret. "You know that."

Their argument filled the compartment, adding to the already palpable discomfort as the drop ship hurtled towards its destination.

Despite the chaos around you, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of the challenges you would face on Earth.

Wells reached out and squeezed your hand, his eyes locking with yours in silent reassurance. "We can do this," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around you.

And as the drop ship hurtled towards the surface of Earth, you couldn't help but wonder what awaited you below.

With a final jolt that sent a shockwave through your body, the drop ship touched down on the planet's surface, kicking up a cloud of dirt that enveloped the vessel in the patch valley on earth.

---

**On the Ark**

The sterile walls of your mother's room felt suffocating as she laid out her plan, her expression grave and determined. She spoke with a fervent intensity, her eyes shining with determination as she sat in front of you.

"Our society is facing a crisis unlike any we have seen before,” she began, her voice echoing off the metal walls of the cramped quarters. "The Ark can't sustain us much longer. We need to find a solution, and we need to find it now."

You listened in silence, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to comprehend the magnitude of what she was proposing. To be sent to Earth, the very planet that had been deemed uninhabitable for generations, was a death sentence. And yet, there was a glimmer of hope in your mother's eyes,

“We have no choice," she Diana declared, her steely gaze boring into yours. "You must be the one to lead this mission. To sacrifice yourself for the greater good."

You shook your head weakly, "You're asking too much. I can't...”

“I know it's a lot to ask, but you are the only one who can do this for me. You must get arrested and be sent to Earth.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and you felt the weight of your mother's expectations bearing down on you. To be the one to leave the safety of the Ark, to journey to Earth.

“I can't”

She gripped your shoulders firmly , her nails digging into your shoulders. “You can, and you will. Think of the legacy you will leave behind, the hero who saved humanity from extinction.”

You jerked away from her. "I don't care about glory, Mom! I care about..." you faltered, emotions choking your voice.

Her eyes darkened. “About what y/n? About your own selfish desires? This is bigger than you. This is about the future of our people, about ensuring that generations to come will have a chance to live.”

You stared at the floor, despair and frustration simmering within your body. "There must be another way..."

"There is no other way," she interjected harshly. "Either you accept this mission, or you condemn us all to oblivion."

You finally met her piercing gaze again, anger inside your chest. "And if I refuse? What then? Will you cast your only daughter out like garbage?"

“Refusal is not an option y/n.” she snapped at you, struck by your defiance.

"But why me?" you finally managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diana's expression softened, a mixture of pride and sadness crossing her features. "Because you're the bravest person I know," she replied, her voice catching in her throat.

"Because you have the strength and the intelligence to succeed where others have failed.” She lifted your chin gently. “Because... because I believe in you."

Her words stirred something deep within your soul. Despite the fear and uncertainty gnawing at your insides, you knew that your mother was right.

“You don't have a choice, my dear. You are my daughter, and you will do as I say. You will accept this mission, or you will be condemning our family to death.”

"I'll do it," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside you. "I'll go to Earth."

Diana reached out, taking your hand in hers, her grip tight with determination. "Thank you, my child," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're the best hope we have."

Squaring your jaw, you gave her a single firm nod.

---

Consciousness slowly seeps back into your mind, you find yourself disoriented, the lingering effects of the drop ship's bumpy descent still echoing in your senses.

Blinking away the haze, you realize you're still strapped into your seat, the unfamiliar restraints digging into your skin.

Pushing yourself upright, you glance around the compartment, noting the absence of your fellow travelers. Panic grips your chest as you realize they must have already disembarked, leaving you behind.

With a sense of urgency, you unstrap yourself and stumble to your feet, swaying slightly as you brace yourself against the nearest surface. The drop ship is eerily quiet now, the only sound the faint hum of the engines as they slowly wind down.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you make your way to the ladder that leads down to the first floor. The sound of your rings clanging off the metal of the bars.

You jump off the ladder searching the crowd for any familiar faces when your eyes catch sight of someone unexpected—a guard stationed at the door, his gaze fixed on the approaching delinquents.

Despite the disorder unfolding around him, he remains calm and composed, a striking figure amidst the turmoil.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as you lock eyes with the guard, his presence commanding your attention in a way you can't quite explain. There's something magnetic about him, something that draws you in despite never seeing him.

You begin to push through the crowd, your eyes catch sight of the guard speaking to a raven-haired girl by the doors. Their exchange is terse, tension simmering just beneath the surface as they trade words.

Clarke's voice rang out in warning from her place in the crowd, her concern evident as she spoke. "No, we can’t just open the doors.” She continues, “stop! The air could be toxic."

The guard dismissed her concerns breezily, his confidence unwavering, “If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.”

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” The raven-haired girl snaps back at Clarke, her words sharp with frustration

A ripple of dissent passes through the crowd as the delinquents anonymously challenge her claim, “No one has a brother!”

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor," someone explained.

The pressure threatens to escalate as the delinquents continue to pitch in, but the guard intervenes, his authoritative voice cutting through the chaos,

“Octavia. Octavia no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by,” he says as he smiles at his younger sister.

Reluctantly, the raven-haired girl nods, her defiance tempered by the realization that she has little choice but to comply. “Yeah, like what?” she bites back.

The guard's voice swelled with pride. “Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.”

Octavia considered this for a second, the gears turning in her head as she headed to the door with a determined stride, her hand outstretched as she prepares to step onto the unknown surface below.

The crowd watches in silence, holding their breath, the girl's boots makes contact with the ground. For a moment, nothing happens, the world holding its breath in anticipation.

“We’re back bitches!” Octavia exclaims, sending a ripple of relief through the crowd.

You're greeted by the sight of your fellow delinquents racing ahead as your feet touch solid ground, their figures disappearing into the distance.

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You and Wells climb down from the top of the dropship while you both discuss the concerning state of the wires atop the Ark, Clarke approaches with urgency etched into her features.

“We got problems. The communications system is dead. We went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.” You remark, voice tinged with worry.

Clarke wastes no time in redirecting the focus to their immediate priority. "Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather," she asserts, her voice resolute as she gestures to the map spread out before them.

"See? Look. This is us. This is where we need to get to if we want to survive."

You exchange a glance with Wells, a knot of worry tightening in your stomach at Clarke's words.

Wells, though concerned about the malfunctioning communications system, is quick to acknowledge the urgency of Clarke's point. "Where'd you learn to do that? Your father," he muses.

Jasper, ever the optimist, interjects with a lighthearted remark, eager to lighten the mood despite the gravity of their situation. "Ah, cool, a map. They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer," he quips, a hint of humor in his voice.

"It's not about beers, Jasper," you say with a wry smile, trying to inject some levity into the conversation. "It's about survival." You admired his positive attitude in such unfortunate circumstances.

Wells, however, remains focused on the task at hand, his expression serious as he turns back to Clarke. "You mind?" he asks, seeking permission to take a closer look at the map and join in the planning for their journey to Mount Weather.

Before you can respond, Bellamy Blake inserts himself into the conversation with his characteristic rudeness. "We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?" he challenges, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Wells, undeterred by Bellamy's hostility, presses on. "We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority."

Clarke, however, refuses to be drawn into their petty squabbles, ending their fight.

"Do you think we care who's in charge?" she retorts, her voice cutting through the tension. "We need to get to Mount Weather because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be."

Bellamy, ever the provocateur, offers his own suggestion with a sneer. "I got a better idea. You three go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change."

Without a second thought, you step forward, closing the distance between you and Bellamy until you're mere inches from his face.

"Privileged? You think we're privileged?" you shoot back, your voice sharp with indignation. "We're all in this together, Bellamy. Every single one of us has to do our part if we want to survive."

Bellamy's sneer only fuels your anger. "We're alive. That’s what matters, that not good enough for you?" he retorts, his tone dripping with disdain.

"You have a better idea, Bellamy? Or are you just too afraid to get your hands dirty?" you retort, your voice laced with equal parts anger and defiance.

The tension between you crackles like electricity, the heat of your argument fueling an unexpected and undeniable attraction.

In spite of the gravity of your situation, there's a palpable energy between you that neither of you can ignore.

Bellamy's jaw tightens, his gaze challenging. "You think you know what's necessary? You think you're the one in charge here?" he scoffs.

Before your argument can escalate further, a voice interrupts from above. "Enough!" Finn's commanding tone cuts off your voice as he jumps down from the dropship, his presence immediately shifting the dynamic.

Clarke steps in, her voice firm. "We don't have time for this, Bellamy. Finn's y/n's right. We need to focus on finding Mount Weather."

Wells nods in agreement. "Let's get moving. The longer we wait, the harder this'll be."

Jasper, ever the optimist, chimes in. "I'm with you guys. Let's find that place and get some answers."

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Your group ventured deeper into the unfamiliar woods, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer vastness of nature surrounding you.

Towering trees stretched their branches towards the sky, their leaves filtering the sunlight to create dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of earth and pine, and the sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves filled your ears.

Clarke led the way, her eyes scanning the underbrush for any signs of danger as finn followed closely behind. Jasper and Octavia walked side by side, their laughter and banter breaking the quiet of the forest.

"You know, I've never seen anything like this," you remark, taking in the scenery with wide eyes. "It's like something out of a storybook."

Monty nods in agreement, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's amazing, isn't it? I never thought I'd get to see something like this."

As you continue along the winding path, you stumble upon a picturesque lake nestled among the trees. Its surface glimmered in the sunlight, inviting and serene.

Octavia's eyes light up at the sight, and before anyone can stop her, she's stripping off her clothes and diving into the cool, clear water.

“Octavia what the hell are you doing?”

You watch in awe as Octavia swims gracefully through the lake, her movements fluid and effortless. She's like a mermaid, ethereal and otherworldly in her beauty.

The water around her glistened in the sunlight as she continued to glide in the Lake.

But your admiration is short-lived as a sudden commotion erupts from the water. “Oh… Octavia, get out of the water! Get out of the water now!” Jasper screams from beside you, you run towards the edge contemplating jumping in. Octavia's joyful laughter turns to screams of terror as a snake slithers out from the underbrush and strikes at her.

Without hesitation, Jasper springs into action, leaping down the rocks to reach Octavia's side. You watch in horror as he runs to save Octavia from its grasp.

"Jasper, be careful!" you shout, your heart pounding in your chest as you scramble down the rocks to join them.

Jasper focused solely on the task at hand, his face a mask of determination. With a final, desperate push, the group manages to push a boulder into the other side of the clear water, sending the serpent away from Octavia, it’s large figure slithering back into the water.

You rush to Octavia's side, helping Jasper pull her out of the lake and checking her for injuries. She's shaken but barely harmed, thanks to Jasper's quick thinking and bravery.

"Thank you, Jasper," Octavia says, her voice trembling with emotion. "You saved my life."

Jasper smiles weakly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Just doing what anyone would do," he replies, his gaze never leaving Octavia's face.

"Note to self, next time, save the girl."

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** On the Ark**

The air in your room on the Ark feels heavy with tension as you watch your mother enter. Without a word, she fixates on you with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Diana's expression is dark as she strides towards you, her movements calculated and precise.

There's a fire in her eyes, a dangerous spark that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The daughter who thinks she knows better than her own mother."

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Why do you think y/n? Because of you, that's why."

You recoiled at the venom in her words, the accusation hanging heavy in the air between you. "Because of me? What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's because of you that I've been removed from the council." She continues.

“It's because of your disobedience, your insolence, that I've been removed from the Council."

"Mom, please, you know I would never intentionally hurt you," you plead, your voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Her voice rises with each word, a crescendo of rage and frustration that threatens to consume you whole. You shrink back, feeling like a small, insignificant creature in the face of her wrath.

"Oh, I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. You think you're so clever, so independent, but you're nothing but a fool. A foolish child who thinks she knows better than her own mother."

You feel the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing you break.

“You've always resented me, haven't you? Resented the fact that. I'm more powerful, more influential than you could ever hope to be." Her words cut through the silence like a knife, each syllable dripping with scorn and resentment.

"That's not true!” You feel frustration and anger bubbling up inside you. "I'm not responsible for your mistakes, Mom. You brought this upon yourself."

"Don't make me laugh. You've always been jealous of me, jealous of my success, my power. And now you've finally gotten what you wanted, haven't you? You've finally managed to bring me down. Just like your father."

The mention of your father's name sends a pang of sadness through you as Diana's jaw clenches, her fists tightening at her sides. "You've always been so quick to shift the blame onto others. "

Her accusations hung in the air, poisoning the space between you as you struggled to find the words to defend yourself.

"He would never have wanted things to end up like this," you retort, your voice tinged with sorrow.

Diana's expression softens for a moment, a flicker of regret crossing her features. But then, just as quickly, it's replaced by a steely resolve. "It doesn't matter now.”

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wandanatsbaby · 1 year

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Hey saw that you were taking requests for Lexa so here i am ! could you write smth about soft lexa and an oc or freader grounder that is really pretty and like soft for a grounder ? thankksss :))

Soft Grounder

Pairing: Lexa x Reader

Warnings: none

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Lexa watches on with a smile as the night bleeders braid your hair and put little flowers in it. She has a small smile on her face as she watches you interact with them envisioning your future and wondering what you would be like if you both had kids.

Walking up to lexa with a smile you wrap your arms around her as no one is looking and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Good evening Heda.”

“Good evening Hodnes. Join me for lunch? The sky crew will be joining as well.” You nod and follow beside her as she leads you to the dining area. You look around and give Clarke a small wave as you see her sitting with who you recognize as Bellamy.

Lexa pulls out a chair for you at the head of the table and then makes her way to the other end. You never liked having to sit far from her but you knew it was tradition for the Commander's partner to be at the other end.

The night went on pretty smooth with everyone talking and chatting but throughout it all you could spot Bellamy giving you weird glances and whispering stuff to Clarke which made you nervous.

“Bellamy, is there a problem?” Lexa asks as she had seemingly noticed the looks and whispers.

“No Heda I just-”

“Just what? You’ve been giving my wife weird looks all night and whispering to Clarke. I'd like to hear what you have to say.” You send an uneasy look to Lexa not sure you want to hear what the boy was saying about you.

“I was just saying that well. Ive never met a grounder as sweet as her I mean the other day I say her with one of the guys at a stall and she was very sweet.”

Then

“Excuse me. Do you happen to have any more of this?” you asked, pointing to the object you wanted.

“sha hang ona” (Yes hang on) The guy pulled more of the material out and looked at you expectedly.

“What would you like? I have some medicine that Nyko gave me. I also have some jewelry.” The man just politely asked for one of the rings on your fingers but you just gave him a smile and handed him two rings and a bag of different medicine that Nyko had given you. The man tried to deny it but you insisted but ended up walking out with the object you had wanted and a bird that he said was made by his wife. The bird now sat on a stand in your and Lexas room.

Now.

“Is there a problem with that?” Lexa started standing up at this point ready to defend you by all means.

“Lexa its okay. Calm down.” The girl did not even spare you a glance as she stared the boy down and you watched him visibly gulp as he shrunk a little in his seat. Clarke trying to control her laughter beside him

“NO! Of course not! I mean its amazing how she acts with Night bleeders. They all looked so happy the other day when she was playing with them”

Then

“Kwin (Queen) Y/n will you please come play with us?” Aden asked as the other children gave you pleading looks. Will a laugh you agreed and ended up chasing them through Polis as many people watched on with small smiles as well.

As you were chasing a younger girl she had ended up tripping on a rock and landing on her knees. She let out a soft cry before covering it up.

“Oh no ash are you okay?” you asked the young girl as you crouched in front of her. You could see the tears in her eyes and the way she tried to hide them. She nodded slowly and looked at you. You attempted to help her stand but quickly swept her into your arms at the sounds of her cries of pain and quickly took her to Niko’s tent to get her seen.

She had made you promise not to leave her until she was allowed to go back to her room with the other Night bleeders and you gladly accepted. You ended up being there for an hour as she had a sprained ankle and needed some rest. You then escorted her to her room and gave her a small kiss on the head.

Now

Lexa turns to Clarke now wanting to know if this information is true.

“Is this true wanheda?” Clarke gives a nod and a slight laugh while looking back to Bellamy's shaking figure.

“Yes Heda its true.”

“Very well then. Just know if anyone were to ever threaten her or anything it would be against the rules and you would be killed immediately.” Bellamy Gave an Immediate nod and gave you a small apology as he continued to eat.

#the 100 lexa x reader #lexa kom trikru #commander lexa #lexa x female reader #lexa x fem reader #lexa x reader #heda lexa #the 100 lexa #lexa kom trikru x fem reader #lexa x y/n #lexa x you #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #the 100 fics #the 100

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topazy · 3 years

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Pairing: Lexa x reader

Sky of stars: Y/N joins the Trikru clan after her village is almost wiped out completely by the mountain men, where she faces more threats than before and falls deeply in love with her new leader, second in command. Lexa Kom Trikru.

Set before Skaikru land on earth.

All chapters with smut will have* Warnings: blood, violence, sex, swearing

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#the 100 #Lexa #Lexa x reader #Lexa x you #the 100 fanfiction #heda lexa #lexa the 100 #lexa kom trikru #Lexa/reader #Lexa/you #the 100 fandom #grounders #lexa deserved better #Sky of stars #inspired by romeo and juliet #Inspired by song lyrics #reader insert

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pogueswrld · 3 years

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THE 100 MASTERLIST

characters I write for from this fandom are below!

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JOHN MURPHY

pillowtalk 🦢🕊️

summary: fem!reader (based on oc) and Bellamy agree to mess with Murphy by flirting together and he gets a little insecure, when she comforts him he decides that words are simply not enough.

shadow love 🥀🕊️

Murphy has a vivid nightmare and y/n helps him through it — gn!poc!reader

love confessions 🕊️

after a long day on camp, murphy's tense and only wants to be around his best friend. After spending some time together, he starts questioning if she should tell her about his feelings for her. Maybe he should just act on them. After all, actions speak louder than words, right?

drunk 🦢

murphy is drunk on his lover, and he's not afraid to show her

riding johnny 🦢

lil drabble of riding murphy

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RAVEN REYES

jealousy jealousy 🕊️

jealous raven x gn!poc!reader

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LEXA KOM TRIKRU

nothing yet :(

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MONTY GREEN

nothing yet :(

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JASPER JORDAN

nothing yet :(

#The 100 masterlist #navigation

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 3 years

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Virago 33. Unexpected Outcomes

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 05.28.21

Word count: 917

Based off: 03x07 “Thirteen”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Masterlist

100 Master List

A/N: Trig is Bolded

Semet and the others took you and Octavia on the long journey back to Polis to see the Commander, Lexa. They didn’t stop as they wanted to get to polis as quick as possible.

“The Flamekeeper promised we would be heard!” Semet says as he bursts through the guards. The other men push you and Octavia forwards.

“Octavia. Y/N,” You barely hear Clarke. You look over to see her standing off to the side.

“Forgive me for intruding on this holy day, Commander. I am Semet of Trikru and I come seeking justice,” Semet says to Lexa.

“Explain yourself. Why do you hold Octavia and Y/N of Skaikru prisoner?” Lexa questions.

“She is a prisoner of war, Commander -- brought here to bear witness to the crimes of their people,” Semet explains.

“What crimes? What happened?” Clarke questions both Semet and Titus.

“Skaikru attacked their village. Because their warriors were lost when your people massacred the army we had sent to protect you, their village was defenseless,” Titus explains.

“Please, Commander. I beg you. Avenge us,” Semet says.

“Blood must have blood!” A woman in the crowd says.

“Death to Skaikru!” A man says as the others in the room start to get agitated.

“You will show respect in this chamber!” Titus says to the upset grounders. Once the other grounders had calmed down a bit, Clarke, Lexa and Titus leave to discuss what to do. After a few minutes they return, silencing the other grounders.

“Today I call upon the armies of the 12 clans to march on Arkadia. Not to attack, but to contain. We will blockade the 13th clan. We will keep them from the lands they wish to possess. We will give them time to take out their leaders from within. Once they rise up against them, then we will welcome them back as one of us,” Lexa announces.

“You heard the commander. Send riders. Tell your armies to set up a buffer zone around Arkadia. 5 miles should be enough to keep them away from our villages. What are their orders, Heda?” Titus says.

“Any Skaikru caught across the line will be subject to a kill order,” Lexa says surprising us.

“Heda, I do not understand. How is this vengeance?” Seme asks, questioning Lexa’s commands.

“It is not vengeance, my brother. It is justice,” Lexa responds.

“Skaikru killed my sons. And my brother and my wife. If the spirit of the commander will not protect us then what will?” Semet says to the others..

“You mind yourself, Semet,” Titus reminds him.

“Death to the commander!” Semet yells. He charges at Lexa, but Titus was able disarm and stab him in the throat him before he could get close.

“Blood must have blood,” Titus says to Lexa. After the events in the chamber, they had released you and Octavia and allowed you to talk to Clarke.

“No wonder you wanted to stay,” Octavia says to Clarke.

“Stop. You know why i’m here. Are you two ok?” Clarke asks.

“Yeah,” You and Octavia say in unison.

“I saw Indra in the crowd. Why wasn’t she with Lexa?” Octavia says.

“Indra’s not doing so well. We can’t deal with that right now,” Clarke says.

“Ok, so what do we do?” You ask.

“I have to talk to Lexa,” Clarke responds.

“You just did that and came out with a kill order on all of us. That’s the second time that she left us all to die,” You point out.

“The 12 clans want a war. You two know that. Lexa’s just trying not to wipe us out,” Clarke says.

“Why am I not surprised that you’re still defending her?” Octavia says.

“I’ll see what I can do. Stay here, both of you,” Clarke says.

“Yeah, right,” You say under your breath.

“Let’s go,” Octavia says implying she agrees with you. You walk around Polis as Octavia is taken to see Indra.

“How is she?” You ask as Octiavia finds you in the crowd.

“Not good. She’s giving up,” She responds.

“That doesn’t sound like Indra,” You say.

“It isn’t,” Octavia says as the two of you make your way back to the tower.

“She told you you can stay, didn’t she?” You ask walking into Clarke’s room.

“What did you say?” Octavia adds.

“Nothing,” Clarke responds.

“Clarke, we all know that Pike won’t obey the blockade. We need to stop him before more of our people get killed,” You say.

“What if I can do more for them by just staying here?” Clarke asks.

“You can’t, Clarke. We don’t have time for this,” Octavia doesn’t hesitate to say.

“Look. We need you. The kill order goes into effect at dawn. You have an hour to say your good-byes,” You say before you walk out with Octavia.

“If you’re not there, you’re not the person I thought you were,” Octavia says before you leave the room.

“Do you think she’s coming?” You ask Octavia.

“I don’t know. But I hope she does,” She responds. The two of you head down to the edge of the city and wait for Clarke to show up. About an hour passes and you don;t see any sign of Clarke so the two of you start to leave.

“Octavia and Y/N kom Skaikru,” You hear from behind you. The both of you immediately recognize the voice to be Indra’s and you see a smile form on Octavia’s face. Indra then joins the two of you as you leave Polis.

#The 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 imagine #the 100 series #octavia blake #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #100virago

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thespiritoflife · 3 years

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White Death

Pairing: Lexa x Fem!reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, war?

A/N note: Let me know your opinion abt this story please! And also, do you want another part? Let me know please!!

Translations:

Em laik bounkola wamplei. - She's white death.

MINISERIES

Em laik bounkola wamplei.

They said. Few people saw her, almost no one ever saw her. She appeared unexpectedly, on the least expected occasions. They had not seen her for ten years, and then she appeared. They didn't see her for another 5 years and then she appeared again.

She still looked the same. Young. As if she didn't age. Messy hair braided in complicated hairstyle and white pearls, she was in silver armor with a cream coat. And that face. Only her eyes shone in her face. She had them painted in shining white. She wore a silver sword in her silver belt, which she could fight very well.

People didn't like to whisper her name. They were afraid they would call her. She was very strong. Everywhere she went, there was death. People were afraid of her.

But it was not fair. She has always fought on the side of justice. On the good side. She came when they really couldn't fight anymore. She didn't talk to anyone, no one ever heard her say anything. That's when white turned red. Her white clothes were always covered in blood.

Who's this? Where is she from? People asked. She always came alone. In the clothes of no nation. And no one has defeated her yet.

"It's Y / N," Lexa said without hesitation. The advisers looked scared.

"You shouldn't pronounce that name, Commander," Titus told her.

Lexa rolled her eyes. "I don't believe it. I don't believe these myths. Where is she? I want to see her with my own eyes and fight her."

"It's not a myth. It's a legend," Titus said, looking wary.

"Then let her come, if she exists," Lexa closed the subject and said goodbye to the others.

It was getting on her nerves already. Everyone whispered only about her. So where is she? She didn't believe it. She didn't feel like talking about it. She won't come anyway.

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It was such an exhausting fight. Blood ran down Lexa's face, she's not knowing if it was hers or someone else's. She didn't have time to find out.

They didn't win. They started to lose. And she wasn't happy with that. If they lose, the world will be ruled by a very bad side. The time of eternal darkness will come.

She must not think that way!

She pulled her sword from her body when something suddenly blinded her. She swore she heard fanfare. And suddenly silence. There was silence throughout the battle.

She opened her eyes. She saw a white light that gradually turned into a white horse. And a young woman.

"It's her. White death," someone whispered beside her.

She didn't even turn behind her voice. She watched in astonishment as the young woman, covered in a cloak, fought.

Lexa didn't see anyone fight like that. The daredevils ran to her, probably mainly to brag about killing a White Death.

And that was a mistake.

The White Death, whoever it was, killed them in a second. Lexa watched as thousands of people fell to her beautiful legs. And with a smile on their lips.

Who's this? I want to see her face.

Lexa approached her without hesitation. The White Death didn't even register her. The white color gradually changed to red.

When she killed the last of the last in a few seconds, she looked up.

And Lexa sighed in astonishment.

She had never seen such beauty. She swore she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Y / N looked at her and then said. "I'm a White Death and I'll only come when they need me, Lexa kom trikru." She was heading for her horse.

And it was said that she never spoke.

Lexa ran to her. She couldn't let her leave.

"Stay, please. I want to thank you,"

Y / N stopped for a moment. She narrowed her eyes. "And that by you don't believe I exist? By not believing that no one can defeat me? So I am inviting you to a duel in the sun tomorrow so that you have the honor of fighting me yourself. Come only if you want." And with that, she quickly mounted the horse and galloped off.

Lexa watched in shock as the white light disappeared.

What just happened? Was she challenged to a White Death duel?

She certainly won't survive.

#lexa #lexa kom trikru #lexa woods #lexa x reader #lexa woods x reader #lexa kom trikru x reader #lexa kom trikru x you #lexa kom trikru x y/n #lexa woods x you #lexa woods x y/n #lexa x you #lexa x y/n #the 100 #the 100 x reader #Lexa x Fem!reader #alycia debnam carey

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