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wlwhc · 7 years

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(A/N): This sickness suck, I can’t even take allergies I would die in a second. Also, I wrote this on my phone because Tumblr is acting weird again.

Warning: Mention of sickness, almost dying, blood, mention of vomit

Words: 1751

Characters: Clarke, Lexa, Octavia, Luna, Raven, Anya. (When I wrote it I forgot to put a few other girls but since I’m too tired to write more I’ll keep it like this, sorry)

Clarke Griffin: Panic. Every nerve in her body was screaming, you didn’t got the virus the first time so when she saw that another wave of sickness had arrived in Arkadia, she panicked. It was worst when she couldn’t find you anywhere. One by one people were dying, you were still missing. There was a big probability that you’re lying dead somewhere in the camp, and in fact you were, nearby the armory, trying to get back on your feet. Bellamy was the one that found you, and took you to the infirmary where the other sick people were. Clarke was already there, since that Abby needed help. When her face found your bleeding one she let out a sigh of relief, but she was still in panic mode knowing that there was still a chance for you to die. even though she needed to check on other patients she was always by your side, holding your hair when the bloody vomit was not letting you breathe, when your eyes started to cry red drops of blood. She didn’t calm down until you were standing on your feet by your own.

“I thought I’d lost you for a second…Don’t do that again please..Stay with me Y/N, please stay with me”

Lexa Kom Trikru: Denial. You’re strong, there was no chance for you to catch that virus, you’re strong enough to be immune, you’re strong and that’s why you weren’t going to catch the virus, that’s what she thought, and she was wrong. No matter how strong you are, your immunologic system didn’t seem to be very strong, because once the sickness appeared in Polis, you almost drop dead on the spot. You face pale as snow and the floor around you colored in crimson blood. She didn’t even believe when Indra came to her saying how bad was your state, she didn’t want to believe it, but once she rushed to your aid, and saw you choking on your own blood, she knew she was wrong. She was immune, so she spends the whole time by your side, wishing that this wasn’t going to be last she sees you. Lucky you survive, but you almost didn’t, and that’s something she will always remember. No matter how strong you are, no matter how smart you are, no matter how far from danger you may seem to be, there’s always a chance that you may die today or tomorrow. You can’t blame her for being so overprotective of you now, don’t you?

“Oh no, no no no, Indra this-I thought-….Y/N, Y/N stay with me, I’ll take care of you-I-Niko! Niko…sis em au beja, beja” (Help her please, please)

Octavia Blake: Terrified. She should have gone with those stupid idiots that brought the contaminated dear, she would have known that the animal was infected with the fever, she should have gone, but she didn’t, arguing with her brother. She was called by Clarke, the blonde’s face twisted in agony. So many deaths, and maybe you were part of that pile. Octavia ran to the infirmary, whoever that saw her may think that her brother was there, but he wasn’t, you were there, shaking with a think layer of sweat and blood in your clothes. She didn’t want to freak you out so she just walked to you, knowing exactly what to do to make you feel better and hopefully save your life. her strong and steady hands were now shaking, and every time you fight against the sickness to make your lungs work her heart would stop, shouts of help would come out of her mouth even though Abby had already told her what to do. The Skairipa, mighty warrior was terrified, the love her life may die today, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. After a long day and almost dying, you were starting to gain some color on your skin and didn’t seem to bleed anymore. Octavia’s hand were still shaking by the end of the day, same as her heart when you woke up from the fever’s daze, greeting her with a weak smile and groggy voice.

“Hey love, are still with me?…good…good…you’ll be okay babe…I’ll take care of you, go back to sleep I’ll-I’ll be here…always”

Luna Kom Flowkru: Helpless. Oh lord, it started with the kids, not many of them survive due to the lack of provisions and medicinal herbs. A lot of the adults had already gone through the fever and other few were affected by it. Luna thought you already had gone through the sickness when she saw you helping them…but then she saw your red tears, your pale skin, and the sweat on your forehead. She knew whatever she does you would not stop helping the kids. She had to drag you to a bed, it wasn’t hard at all, you were already weak and the fever was starting to making you hallucinate. The rest of the adults were helping the kids, and decided to leave Luna with you. So many of her people were dying, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it, you were dying in her arms, and couldn’t do anything to stop it. Helpless was how she felt, knowing that the waves of the sea may take you away from her today. She keeps you with her arms around you, holding you impossible closer to her. He fingers running through your skull somehow trying to give you comfort. When the bloody vomit came and the violent shakes didn’t let you sleep, she was still holding you tight. Not wanting to face your upcoming destiny. Right when she thought she had lost you, and her tears got mixed in the locks of your hair, Niko came to the Flowkru clan and manage to keep your heart beating.

“I almost lost you ai hodnes…if you die I….I would drown in agony” (My love)

Raven Reyes: Freak out. Raven hates when people called her every 5 seconds just to tell her or ask her how she was, even you do that. That’s why she just turns off her radio sometimes, especially when the Zero G-Mechanic was playing with explosive things. This time she wished she could have let the radio on, and let you ramble at the other side of the Radio. While you were lying on the infirmary, Clarke doing her best to keep you breathing, Abby had to call Bellamy to look for Raven, knowing that you may not pass through the night, at least you could have Raven’s hand holding yours. When Bellamy appeared at Raven’s door, his shirt covered in blood, Raven’s heart started banging against her chest. The words “Y/N is not okay” were enough to Raven. As fast as she could run with her damaged leg, she manages to get to the infirmary in a minute, Bellamy almost couldn’t keep her pace. Abby had told her about your state and had also informed her that you may not survive. Raven didn’t seem to react to those words, you were fine this morning, bombarding her with questions. And now you were coughing your lungs out. You smile lazily at Raven when she sat next to you, tears threatening to spill. Raven had to get out of the room when you started convulsing. Now her lungs were the ones that couldn’t work. Abby had to leave Clarke with you so she could calm Raven down, her panic attack not ceasing when a wave of nausea hit you, resulting in a pool of blood beside your bed. She had pleaded to Abby to save you, but the oldest Griffin knew that it wasn’t very much she could do. After a long night and a few heart attacks from Raven, you woke up at the sight of a sobbing mechanic, her eyes red and puffy, her hair no longer in a ponytail, now it was down and free, somehow giving her an angelical look despite the distress in her face. She already had the sickness so Abby couldn’t find the words to keep Raven’s lips away from your face when you talked to her.

“oh my god-She’s awake-You’re a-awake-I thought I lost you-you-y-you idiot!, I would probably kill you if you die! you beautiful asshole…don’t do that to me I almost died-god you’re okay-Abby! she’s okay!”

Anya Kom Trikru: Terrified. She knows how bad this fever is, she had seen armies of enemies die for this fever, so when a wave of this virus hit her clan, she was not happy about it. She had rushed to find you, planning to leave the city at least until the virus had gone, but instead of finding you already on your horse, she finds you being attended by Niko. Her heart sank, little drops of blood were running down your nose, you smiled at her anyway, telling her that you were going to be alright, but she knew that this was it, you were going to die, and that, terrifies her even more than when she realized she had feelings for you. She had done her best to keep her stoic face and her hands steady when she held yours. But when you didn’t answer her after you had fallen asleep, she panicked. Her cheeks were wet, and hands shaking, a big hole was taking place in her heart. Her body was breaking with sobs. Niko had rushed to your tent after hearing Anya’s shouts for you to wake up, the grounder had never seen Anya so distress. She was sobbing, pleading you to wake up but you didn’t respond. Niko had to reanimate you, and after what of felt like hours you started coughing again, making Anya’s heartbeat again. Anya didn’t let Niko leave the tent after that, swearing to kill him if he did. She didn’t care about any other person, right now she cares about you, and nothing more. You survive, and Anya had threatened Niko to forget about what had happened in that tent. And even though Niko may forget about it with time, Anya never will. You were not going to question her strong arms embracing you at night, or those times when she had to wake you up just to make sure you were alright.

“You died Y/N…you didn’t wake up, no matter how hard I called you …you didn’t wake up…so next time I say wake up…you must wake up!”

I’m sorry, I haven’t been posting, but I’m so busy, I manage to write this :D. Updates are going to be slow guys, and I’m so sorry for that.

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obscure-imagines · 7 years

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she talked for hours. she talked until her entire story was out there in the open and when she was done, you were still there. because no matter her faults and her past, you loved her and you two belonged together.

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slytherinbarnes · 4 years

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Sub Rosa [55]

x. die all, die merrily

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: I mean, the title says it all, people die, there is fighting and violence. also some light smut, a lil touch of kidnapping, and some language to finish it all up.

Summary: the final conclave begins, and 13 clans fight for the ultimate prize: surviving the apocalypse.

a/n: I AM NERVOUS TO POST THIS BC APPARENTLY THIS IS A LOT OF YALLS FAVORITE EPISODE EVER SO I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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March 27th, 2150; Polis

You wake to the sounds of yelling outside.

Your eyes pull open slowly, blinking against the bright light of the sun that streams into the room from the balcony. You roll over, coming face to face with Bellamy, who is looking down at you and smiling. You give him a sleepy smile in return. “How long have you been up?”

He glances towards the balcony, before his eyes fall on you again. “An hour or so. Sounds like they’re prepping for the conclave.”

You hum in agreement. “Didn't Clarke say it starts tomorrow? I’m sure there’s a lot to be done and not much time to do it in.”

“Does that mean we have to help too?”

You laugh at the grimace on his face, clearly not excited about this prospect. “Probably.”

He sighs and starts to stand from the bed, but you grab his hand and pull him back down towards you. He looks at you in surprise as you give him a mischievous look, pulling him down even closer, until his face is inches from yours. “We can have some fun first though, don’t you think?”

He catches onto your line of thinking easily, and he gives you a look full of fire and passion. He answers your question with a searing kiss, your previous separation making you savor the kiss more than you usually do. His hands come to land on either side of your face, holding you in place as he kisses you like his life depends on it. Like he’s a drowning man and you’re a tank of oxygen sent to save him. His hands slide from your face, down to your body, sliding all over you, the feeling of his skin on yours electric.

He pulls you closer to his body, tugging until you move to straddle him, the fur blanket sliding off of you as you do. You run your hands down his already naked chest, his shirt on you, your favorite thing to sleep in, and he smiles up at you. You tug the shirt off and toss it to the side, and his eyes roam your body with appreciation, taking you in. You have to resist the urge to cover up, knowing how much he likes to look at you, but still, you whisper, “You’re staring.”

“I’m admiring. I’m drawing a detailed image of you in my brain for later, and I want to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

His fingers trace over a few of your scars, the one on your shoulder from the arrow, the one on your leg from Roan, and the one on your side from the assassin, and you can see his eyes mapping their location on your body. You copy the motion with him, carefully tracing the scar on his side, the one you stitched up. He glances down at it, the small, jagged little scar, shaped like an uneven lightning bolt. “It is crooked. Sorry about that.”

“Don't be, I like it. It reminds me of you.”

“It looks like lightning. The perfect scar for my stormy boyfriend.”

He gives you a peculiar look. “You think I'm stormy?”

You lean down and kiss him, chasing away the insecurity that seems to creep up. “Not in a bad way. Storms are powerful, forces to be reckoned with. Sometimes they rage and crackle, but they cleanse too, and help the Earth grow.”

He smiles up at you, his face softening and his earlier insecurity now gone. “And you are radiant. Breathtaking. Beautiful.”

He kisses you in between each compliment, lingering on the last one, making it long and slow. You open your mouth, granting his tongue access, and they dance and move together in a perfect symphony. As he kisses you, you both slide out of any remaining undergarments, both of you naked and warm against each other. The usual vulnerability, and fear, that comes with being naked around another person is lost on you, because Bellamy is careful to radiate nothing but love and adoration, wanting you to feel safe and secure.

He breaks the kiss to watch you as you sink onto him, both of you moaning with pleasure. He rolls you both, situating your body beneath his, his arms supporting his weight next to your head, caging you between them. Your eyes lock as you move together, finding your rhythm, and his other hand slips between your bodies to bring you closer to the edge. You fall first, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back in pleasure, and the sight of you sends Bellamy over right after.

He kisses you again as you come down from your high, the kiss lazy and sloppy, both of you feeling like jelly as your pleasure rolls through you. Bellamy eventually rolls off you, laying down at your side, turning to watch you. You turn to face him, smiling up at his freckled face and messy curls, “Tell me about the gods.”

He smiles, always ready to oblige, before launching into his story. “Persephone, better known as the goddess of the dead and Underworld, wasn’t always known that way…”

March 28th, 2150; Polis

Bellamy’s hand is held tight in your own, slick with sweat from nerves as he leads you down the hall, towards Octavia’s room. The tradition of the Final Conclave has now begun, and in mere minutes, Octavia will walk onto the stage in front of everyone, and accept the sigil of her clan, your clan, and fight until the death for Skaikru.

When Bellamy reaches the door, he turns and looks at you, nervous, and you nod your head, reassuring him. He lifts his hand and knocks, and Octavia looks his way, quickly looking away again when she realizes who it is. “You here to give me a pep talk?”

He drops your hand and steps into the room, settling onto the couch beside her. You linger in the doorway, here for emotional support more than anything, watching Bellamy make his last attempt to save his sister. “You don't have to do this. We can find someone else to fight. “

“If I die, I die. At least I go down fighting.”

“O-”

She cuts him off immediately, shutting down his argument. “Don't. This is my decision, Bell. I know what the odds are, I don't need you pointing them out.”

You hear footsteps from down the hall, and you peek behind you, watching as your twin approaches you. Her face is set in a grim expression, not optimistic at all, and as soon as she looks up and meets your eyes, she calls out, “It's time.”

You nod, turning to pass the message along to Octavia, but she must have heard because she is already standing and walking your way. You get a good look at her make up as she approaches, the dark war paint painted over each of her eyes in the shape of an upside down “L”. You realize immediately what her inspiration is, and as she stops in front of you, you whisper, “Lincoln’s tattoo.”

She nods once, confirming your suspicion, and you see a quick pass of nerves cross her features. You reach out and squeeze her shoulder, offering her comfort. “He’s always with you, especially now, and I know he's proud of you.”

She gives you a small smile before walking past you and out the door, walking down the long hallway to the stage. You and Bellamy follow her path until you meet up with Clarke, who leads you out a side door and into the crowd, just in time to watch Gaia, Indra’s daughter, announce, “Octavia kom Skaikru, step forward.”

Octavia steps up onto the stage and ducks her head, allowing Gaia to attach a necklace around her neck. “Accept the sigil of your clan and fight with honor as their champion.”

She walks across the stage and comes to a stop beside Roan, and you and Bellamy exchange a look as Gaia begins her final speech. “Soon will begin the Final Conclave, a battle to the death within the walls of Polis. These warriors will fight until only one remains. When that warrior collects all of the sigils from the fallen and delivers them to me, they will be declared the victor. This final champion alone will tell us which clan is meant to survive in the crypt of Bekka Pramheda, and which clans are meant to perish in Praimfaya. Osir koma op daun bilaik slip daun kom bleirona, ba mafta op Won bilaik hef em op mou beda.”

Kane translates for you and Bellamy, able to understand the words faster than both of you can. “We honor those who fall by the sword, but follow the One who wields it best.”

Somewhere behind you in the crowd, someone yells, “Daun bilaik ai!”

That would be me. You all turn and watch in shock as Luna stalks through the crowd, shoving people out of her way to get to the front, and you can sense trouble brewing as soon as you see her face. “Shit.”

Bellamy looks at you, not understanding what you mean, not aware of just how bad things got for Luna on Becca’s Island. She stalks onto the stage and comes to a stop in front of Gaia. “I'm Luna kom Floukru, and I'm the last of my clan.”

“We know who you are...The Natblida who ran from her conclave.”

“I'm not running from this one.”

Gaia turns and grabs the last necklace from the bowl, turning to face the angry Nightblood. “Accept this sigil, Luna kom Floukru. But with your clan gone, who will you fight for?”

“I fight for no one. I fight for death.” She snatches the necklace from Gaia’s hands and turns and holds it up for the crowd. “When I win, no one will be saved.”

Her words immediately send a wave of murmurs through the crowd, and Gaia quickly solves the problem by dispersing the crowd and sending the warriors down into the weapons room to arm up and prepare for the battle. You, Kane, Bellamy, Clarke, and Jaha all cluster in a circle, quietly discussing Luna's arrival when Gaia comes over to your group, voice full of authority. “Skaikru! Three advisors to the worgeda. The rest of you, report to your designated safe zone. Now.”

Kane gestures to you and Bellamy, “Come on. We have to get her ready.”

Jaha reaches out and grabs Kane’s arm, stopping him from leaving. “This conversation isn't over. The death wave will be here within three days, and here we are, risking the fate of our people on a blood sport?”

Clarke corrects him, “The fate of all people, You heard Luna.”

“She's just one of 13.”

You wince, remembering when you walked in a room to save Luna from at least 6 men, only to find that she had already saved herself. And that was after being repeatedly tortured. “You're wrong. She's a Nightblood novitiate, which means she trained in combat exactly like this.”

Bellamy looks at you, misunderstanding you. “You want us to cheat?”

“No.” You look at him, shaking your head. “I only mean that Luna is the walking definition of killer warrior, and that scares me.”

Kane adds, “Besides, you know the rules. If we break them, we lose, and if we lose, we die.”

“The rules are not the problem, Marcus. The game is. Even if we stop Luna, even if Octavia finds a way to win, does anyone truly believe that the Grounders will accept Skaikru as the lone survivors?”

“Yes. The conclave is sacred, they'll honor the winner. Like it or not, we're all Grounders now.” The words tug at a memory, Bellamy standing in the middle of a circle of delinquents, convincing all of you to fight the Grounders coming your way. But Kane pulls you from that memory when he looks at Jaha, and says, “You get our people to the safe zone, we'll have Octavia ready for the fight. The rest is up to her.”

You and Clarke nod at each other, knowing you’ll see each other again soon, after the Conclave. Either as the sole clan to survive Praimfaya, or as one of 13 clans left outside to perish. Bellamy walks close to you as you follow Kane into the weapons area, leading you over to Octavia. As you walk towards her, you eye the competition, taking notes on their weapons, their fighting, anything you can gather that might help her. Kane seems to have the same idea because as soon as he stops in front of her and you and Bellamy stop beside him, he starts, “All right, listen to me. The Blue Cliff Warrior, she has two corvo blades. I just saw her practicing. She's left handed, you go for her weak hand.”

“Okay.”

You add to his point, “Plains Rider and the warrior from Shallow Valley, they're strong, but slow. You can avoid them, not to mention the black rain, which could fall at any moment, so stay close to cover.”

Beside you, Bellamy fidgets in place, turning and looking away, which does not go unnoticed by you or Octavia. She snaps, “What, Bellamy? If you've got something to say, just say it.”

“You don't need any of this. When the starting horn blows, just stay out of sight and let the others thin out the competition.”

“You want me to hide?”

“You don't need to go up against the strongest warrior from every clan.”

“I came here to fight.”

Bellamy bends down a little, matching their heights, his voice almost pleading, “You were the girl under the floor. Use that, just like Mom taught us.”

Kane nods, “Bellamy's right. You don't have to kill all 12 warriors.”

“I just have to kill the last one.”

All of you exchange a nod, now on the same page in terms of strategy. Behind you, one of the Flamekeeper scouts announces, “Ambassadors and advisors, to the tower. Champions, to your flags.”

Kane and Octavia hug, quick and fierce, before she turns to Bellamy. They hover near each other, unsure whether they should hug, and eventually Octavia settles on, “May we meet again.”

“Damn right we will.”

Bellamy’s voice is sad, and he looks like he wants to hug her, but he’s so worried about upsetting her before the battle that he doesn’t. He just turns and starts to walk away, leaving you and Octavia alone. You don't hesitate to hug her, reaching out and grabbing her, squeezing her tight and passing along as much love and strength as you can through the hug. She hugs you back tight, almost desperate, and when you pull away, both of you have tears in your eyes, aware this might be your last goodbye. You smile through your tears, “You were my first friend on the ground, and the first person to see me as someone other than the Invisible Twin. Now you’re my people, my family, my sister. I am so incredibly proud of you.”

She smiles at you and you see her fighting back her tears, not wanting anyone to see her crying. She squeezes your arm and whispers, “I love you. Bellamy too.”

You nod, already aware, because you knew the siblings couldn't stay upset with each other long. Lincoln's death left a mark on their relationship, but that doesn't mean their relationship was irreparable. You start to answer when one of the Flamekeepers grabs your arms and pulls you away, pushing you towards the door to the tower. You turn and wave one last goodbye to Octavia, eyes watching the small girl melt into the crowd of warriors who have been fighting longer than she’s been alive. You meet Bellamy at the elevator, and his face is fallen, completely upset. You slip your hand in his and he looks over at you in surprise, so lost in his own head that he didn't even hear your approach. “What did she say?”

“She said she loves you.”

Surprise takes over his expression, then regret, and he immediately drops your hands and turns away, “I have to tell her I love her.”

But the Flamekeeper who pushed you out of the room blocks his path, pushing him back towards the elevator, not allowing him to leave. You can tell Bellamy wants to fight it and fight him, but you reach out and grab his hand again, pulling him towards the now waiting elevator. “She’s going to win, Bellamy. You can tell her afterwards.”

He nods and you ride the elevator to the top, meeting up with Kane in the throne room, just as the horn sounds, signaling the beginning of the conclave. You can hear the sounds of fighting immediately, and the tensions inside the room are high as you hear the clang of swords and the thud of fallen bodies. Minutes later, Gaia comes into the room and announces, “The first two champions have fallen.”

Everyone turns towards her, absolutely terrified that she will say the name of the warrior from their clan, and you, Kane, and Bellamy are no exception.

“Gael kom Ingranronakru, yu gonplei ste odon.”

One of the Flamekeepers walks over to the candle that represents the Plains Riders and puts the flame out, ending their battle for the bunker. You all watch the Flamekeeper turn away from the snuffed candle and walk towards the next one, and your heart drops as every step he takes brings him closer and closer to the Skaikru candle. Bellamy whispers, “Please don't be her.”

Luckily, but still heartbreaking, the Flamekeeper stops just shy, in front of the Trikru candle, as Gaia announces, “Fio kom Trikru, yu gonplei ste odon.”

Relieved, you turn to Bellamy. “Octavia's still out there.”

Bellamy’s eyes turn towards you, full of tears, his expression breaking your heart. “I couldn't tell her I loved her, even with the world ending.”

You squeeze his hand, still held tight in yours. “Trust me, Bellamy, she knows.”

He nods and his eyes drop to the floor, lost in his head again, and you and Kane share a look. With nothing else to do now, except wait, you and Bellamy head out to the balcony with your binoculars, watching the fights alongside Gaia. Kane comes out onto the balcony as you watch the Blue Cliff warrior kill the Sangedakru warrior, and Bellamy lets out a small gasp at the sight of the death. When you turn to look at him in confusion, he nods towards Kane, and you follow him as he leads you over to the Chancellor. Bellamy’s voice is low when he mutters, “We just saw the Blue Cliff warrior kill the Sangedakru warrior with a bow.”

“So?”

Bellamy looks at you, and you remember your pre fight conversation with Octavia. You tell Kane, “So, we saw her before the fight. She didn't have a bow, she had two swords.”

“Yeah, the corvo blades.” He shrugs, not understanding your worry. “Well, she could have picked up a bow off the battlefield.”

You and Bellamy exchange a look, both of you aware that someone you know is exceptionally good with a bow, and exceptionally good at betrayal. You both step back inside the room, scanning for the Azgeda spy, shaking your head when you don't see her. Kane comes up beside you, looking between you in confusion. “What is it?”

“Echo's gone.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Bellamy stalks out of the room, looking like a man on a mission, and you and Kane look at each other in panic before running after him. “Bellamy, wait!”

He spins around to face the two of you, annoyed at the interruption. “My sister is down there. Echo is cheating, and I'm gonna stop her.”

Kane shakes his head, “Let one of Gaia's scouts find her, and then Ice Nation will be punished.”

“They'll never catch her. Echo's a spy, this is what she does.”

He tries to walk away again but you grab his arm to stop him. “Listen to me, Bellamy, I’m with you. But running out there in broad daylight is not the way to fix this.”

“So, you think I should just stay here and do nothing?”

You shake your head, and Kane vocalizes a plan you were already starting to form in your head. “No. You wait until dark so you don't get caught. And then the two of you get her out of the fight and get back here without being seen. Clear?”

“Clear.”

The wait until nightfall is agonizingly long, and all you can do is hope that Octavia makes it until then, safely away from Echo’s arrows. When darkness finally blankets the city, only five lit candles remain. Floukru, Azgeda, Podakru, Louwoda Kliron, and Skaikru.

Bellamy leads you through the streets of Polis, heading towards the building Echo is hiding in, careful to keep the both of you hidden from the view of any warriors or Flamekeepers. You’re close to the building when Bellamy abruptly stops and pulls you back behind a wall, disguised in the shadows. You know it’s too dangerous to ask why, but you don't need to, because a second later the Shallow Valley warrior comes into view. He seems to see something in the distance that you can’t see, because you watch him brace himself before a scream breaks free from the unseen force, and Luna comes running into view. She kills him quickly, easily, and just like that, five lit candles becomes four.

Luna stalks out of view again, and as soon as Bellamy is sure it’s clear, he takes off running again, leading you the last few steps to the building. The two of you creep up the stairs slowly, remembering that Echo is up high, and when you reach the door to her hiding spot, Bellamy gives you two hand signals: push the door open and then immediately get down. You nod your head, letting him you know you understand, and then he counts you down from three. As soon as he puts his last finger down, you swing the door open as quickly and quietly as you can, before you immediately duck, Echo’s arrow landing in the door right above your head.

Bellamy runs forward and tackles her to the ground, and the two of them fight back and forth until he gets the upper hand, wrapping his hands around her neck and choking her. She is seconds away from death when you feel a knife to your throat and you freeze in place, voice frantic when you call out, “Bellamy.”

He turns and his face drops when he sees you, his hands instantly releasing Echo’s throat, allowing her to breathe. He steps away from her and the person at your back shoves you towards Bellamy, who catches you with ease, and when you turn around you really aren't surprised to see Roan standing there, sword pointed at you and Bellamy as he glares at you. “I should've known you three couldn't stay away. I heard you all the way down the street, you're lucky I wasn't a scout.”

Bellamy nods towards the Ice Nation spy. “We came to stop her.”

“Explain yourself.”

“I was only trying to help save our people.”

Roan sneers at her, “I am not my mother. I'm not willing to cast aside honor for power.”

“No one has to know.”

“You misunderstand. I will not allow your dishonor to give Luna an advantage, and you will not shame our clan ever again. You are Azgeda no more.”

Shock takes over Echo’s face, and you have to resist the urge to smirk at her. “Sire, wait.”

“You're banished, Echo, and when I win this conclave, make no mistake, there will be no place for you inside that bunker. Now get out of my sight, and off this battlefield without being seen, or know that you are the cause of the death of our people.”

She swallows hard, fighting back tears, before turning and leaving the room, sneaking out and off the battlefield, despite having nowhere else to go. Once you and Bellamy are alone with Roan, the sword comes back towards the two of you again, everything about the king threatening. “I take it by your presence here that your sister's still alive.”

“That's right.”

“If I call for a scout, she'll be executed right now.” He lowers the sword, leaving enough room for you to eventually pass. “But what fun would that be? You really think she can win, don't you?”

Bellamy smiles, looking proud. “I wouldn't count her out if I were you. She's survived harder things than this.”

“Before she dies, I'll tell her she's lucky to have you as a brother.”

“I got a better idea. After she guts you and before you die, you tell her I was the lucky one.”

Roan smirks at him and you feel Bellamy's hand slip into your own, letting you know it’s time to go. You step away first, pulling Bellamy behind you, both of you keeping your eyes on the Ice Nation King until you’re out of the room and back on the street. You begin the careful retreat back to the tower, taking a different path than before, just in case. It takes longer this way, but this path is darker, and easier to stay hidden in, and after a few minutes, you’re just outside the tower again. You and Bellamy look at each other and smile a little, relieved to have made it back without getting caught, but that relief is short lived.

Just as the two of you start towards the door of the tower, two people jump out of the shadows, each one of them grabbing each of you, holding a rag over your mouth. The substance smells awful, and you know without a doubt that you shouldn't be smelling it, but you don't have much time to process that. You and Bellamy look at each other, both of your eyes wide in panic when you see the other in danger, and you fight against your captives. But by then, it's too late. The chemical has kicked in and you feel unconsciousness seize you rapidly, pulling you under at an alarmingly fast rate.

The first thing you notice when you wake is the heaviness in your head.

It feels like someone popped open your skull, stuffed it full of rocks, and closed it up again. You try to pry your eyes open, but they feel heavy, weighed down by anchors. You groan and try again, prying them open with all your strength, closing them back again when they are met with a bright light. But then you hear someone next to you groan, and a hand brushes against yours, familiar and warm.

Bellamy.

This time when you get your eyes open, you turn his way, both of you looking at each other in shock before you confirm that each other is real. You reach towards each other, silently checking the other out, making sure you're okay. And as soon as you realize you are, you both turn and look around the room, realizing you must be in the bunker. Your eyes land on Clarke, standing at the desk in the room near Jaha, both of them looking towards you. You look between them, at the clench of Clarke’s jaw, the extra weight on her shoulders, and your stomach sinks. “What the hell did you do?”

Jaha is the one to answer, sounding unashamed of what he has to say. “If only one clan could survive, it might as well be ours.”

Bellamy turns to your twin, not believing what he’s hearing. “Clarke, you agreed to this?”

“It was her idea.”

You and Bellamy share an incredulous look, before you turn it on Clarke, in disbelief of what she’s done. She sets her jaw, trying to convince herself, and the two of you, of what she’s done. “We did what we had to do.”

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#the 100 #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 rewrite #the 100 4x10

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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years

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Boat Girl - Erin Lindsay x Adoptive!Sister!Reader x Modern!AU!Luna Kom Floukru - Chicago PD & The 100

A/n: I love Luna from the 100 and am still salty about what happens to her.

Erin exchanged glances with Voight as you disappeared out of the room, smiling at your phone before answering whoever was calling you.

“Did she just walk out of game night? I swear she was the most excited about it?” Erin exclaimed, dropping the monopoly piece she was holding back on the board.

“She was. She’s been on her phone a lot lately. I thought they were all work calls but that was most definitely personal.”

“Yeah, did you see the way she smiled at her phone? Definitely something up there.” Erin replied, tilting her head as she realised you had headed upstairs on your phone instead of sitting on the stairs like you used to do.

You met Raven Reyes at a summer camp when you were both eleven. You attending summer camp was a result of Erin persuading Hank to let you experience the outdoors.

You were in a room with three other girls but Raven was the only one there when you arrived.

“What are you doing?”

“Making this remote control car work again-” The two of you exchanged looks before the remote control car blew up somehow.

“That was awesome!” You laughed as the girl grinned, waving her arms around.

“Boom! I’m Raven, Raven Reyes.” The girl offered you her hand, smiling more when she realised you weren’t bothered by the car oil she’d been using earlier was now on your hand.

“Y/n, Y/n S/n...”

“Wait, you’re in that room right? That’s with me! Yes, this summer is going to be awesome!”

///

It was through Raven that you met Octavia Blake who was on the sports team with Lexa Woods. Lexa’s older sister was Anya but you were more interested in their cousin, Luna.

You didn’t officially meet Luna until you were invited to Raven’s sixteenth birthday party. Raven had almost ran you over as she pulled you into a hug, whispering something about Finn acting like an arse before you whispered back a happy birthday and pressed your gift for her into her arms.

Raven’s eye lit up when she realised you’d gotten her some circuitry stuff she’d needed for her project.

“Hell yes!” Raven yelled, loud enough that it caught the attention of some other partygoers.

“Whoops, yikes, anyway, Lexa and O are somewhere around here! You need to meet Lexa’s cousin! C’mon!”

Raven had pulled you through the house to the back garden where a small campfire had been set up.

You didn’t even process how you’d stopped in your tracks until you were shoved gently into a girl you hadn’t met.

“Hey!” You exchanged, turning to glare at Murphy before you met the eyes of the girl you stumbled into.

“Y/n, this is Luna, Lexa and Anya’s cousin. Luna, this is Y/n, we met at a summer camp where we blew up a remote controlled car-”

“Uh, it blew up before I even knew your name!” You retorted, sticking your tongue out as Raven grinned.

Luna’s face softened as you laughed, the two of you sharing small smiles as you caught each other’s eyes.

///

“So, who was calling you last night? Seems it was an important call for you, y’know since you spent two hours on the phone and missed most of game night.” Erin teased as you frowned into your breakfast.

“it was Raven, she doesn’t call much, y’know between being an astronaut and mechanical engineer, she’s a bit busy.”

That was true but it wasn’t Raven who called you.

“Sure, sure, will I be seeing you later?” Erin enquired as she began to get ready to go to the district.

“Uhh, I don’t know, I’ll call you if I’m going to be late. I’ve got a load of errands to run.” You replied, reaching down to flick the plug switch off, unplugging your phone.

Erin stared at you for a moment, her fingers tapping on the dining chair before she nodded, hugging you before she left for work with Voight.

You let out a sigh, leaning your head back to rest against the wall. The dining chair creaked slightly but your eyes remained on the ceiling. Only your phone pinging and the screen lighting up distracted you from how encapsulating the ceiling was.

Your lockscreen was a photo that Lincoln, Lexa and Anya’s brother had taken of you and Luna on her boat. Luna had her arm around you but your head was on her shoulder, looking up at her smile with a beam of happiness.

You didn’t think the Great Lakes had any signal for Luna to text, so you knew she was at a pit stop on her way to Chicago from Canada.

A squeal escaped your lips as you realised Luna was going to arrive in Chicago later today, reading over her text and the photo she’d sent of a little cafe she’d found.

///

You were standing at the docks when you spotted her boat. Luna’s family owed a couple of boats, sometimes Anya and Lexa would take everyone out on the lake during the summer but it was always Luna who knew when the time was right and when it wasn’t.

It was after Luna’s brother died that she changed; become more withdrawn.

Raven told you a little about it but you didn’t know the whole story when you met Luna at Raven’s party. But Anya and Lexa noticed how Luna couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.

You were buzzing with excitement as Luna docked her boat, barely on the docks when you ran over, hugging her tightly. Luna’s lips brushed the crown of your head as she wrapped her arms around you, hugging you back as you smushed your face into her neck.

“I missed you.” You murmured, hearing Luna hum in response.

“I missed you too.”

///

Luna knew you were nervous about your adoptive family’s reaction to you dating her. Mainly because she was the complete opposite of them.

Erin and Voight were cops. Luna was pacifist.

A pacifist boat girl who studied marine conservation at university, who would take you along to beach cleans and advocate for climate change.

A girl you loved and if the meeting went south, you were ready to hop on that boat and live with her up north.

You’d already planned you were going to leave Chicago anyway, but a bad meeting would just speed up the calendar.

“What do you want to do whilst we’re here?” You enquired, leaving Luna to pause as the two of you walked down the street to where you had parked your truck.

The same truck that you and Raven had done up the summer when you were seventeen.

///

Luna tilted her head to the side as you just drove, pointing things out on the way to where you had chosen to have lunch.

“I can see why you like this place, but I also see the flaws.” Luna murmured over her lunch as you sipped your iced drink.

“Some days, it feels like there’s more flaws than ever. This city can be beautiful at night but the streets run red with blood. There’s so much violence.” You whispered, leaning your head back against the seat.

You tensed for a moment before relaxing as Luna ran her finger across your cheekbone, her thumb hooking under your chin so she could look at you.

You went still as Luna hummed, smiling slightly as she looked over your face.

“You have an innocent soul in a world of destruction.” Luna admitted, leaving you to let out a breath as she kissed your forehead.

///

“Erin and Voight are at work...” You trailed off, your fingers tapping the steering wheel to a random rhythm before Luna gently took your hands in hers.

“Y/n, it’s okay, just breathe, breathe with me?” Luna cooed, taking in an exaggerated breath for you to follow.

A few minutes after, you sighed, leaning your head on Luna’s shoulder.

“I missed meditating with you.” You admitted, hearing Luna hum before you finally made a choice.

“Let’s go inside, sitting out here for so long isn’t actually that comfortable.” You suggested, heading inside as Luna followed.

///

You didn’t remember falling asleep curled into Luna’s side on your bed. You didn’t remember laying on your bed either.

You stirred when you heard footsteps in the hallway near your room, not realising the door was open until Erin was peaking her head in, about to knock when she spotted the sleeping girl you were cuddling into.

She raised an eyebrow at the scene, turning on her heel to try close the door more without it squeaking as she left your room.

///

You were woken up by the sound of Hank and Erin chatting downstairs. Jolting from your position smushed into Luna’s side, one glance out the window told you it was way past 6pm.

“Luna... wake up, baby, wake up!” You whispered, stirring your girlfriend as she tried to pull you back in for more cuddles.

“Y/n! Bring whoever you have in your room down, it’s time for dinner!” Erin’s voice was sharp, making you look at Luna before chewing your lip.

“Do you want to meet Erin and Voight or do you want to somehow escape out the window and hope we don’t break our legs?” You propositioned, hearing Luna let out a huff before she stood up, brushing her curls from her face as she reached for you.

Her hand stroked your cheek as her other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you close.

“Breathe, darling, breathe.” Luna’s cooing had you closing your eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths before opening them again, meeting her dark brown eyes, the windows to her soul.

You nodded to her as she gave you a charming smile, the two of you holding hands as you headed downstairs.

///

You could feel Erin and Hank watching as the two of you entered the kitchen, your eyes flickering over the food as you let out a breath of relief.

Luna was vegetarian but would sometimes drift into pescatarian meals if she was on a boat trip or something.

You were expecting a comment from Erin about introductions, feeling Luna’s arm around your waist to calm you as you leaned into her.

“Erin, Hank, this is Luna. Luna, Erin and Hank.” You introduced, waving your arm around to gesture between each of the individuals.

“Nice to finally meet the two of you. Y/n has mentioned you both before.” Luna replied, glancing between Hank and Erin as they stared at her.

“Good things, I hope?”

You snorted at that, leaving Erin to raise an eyebrow whilst Luna just hummed nonchalantly, brushing a piece of fluff from your eyebrow instead of answering.

“You two hungry?” Hank asked, gesturing to the food before the grumbling of two stomachs was heard by everyone.

Erin raised an eyebrow at the laughs that escaped you and Luna at that, a small smile on her face when she saw just how happy you were.

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wednesdayddams · 6 years

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Heeey! Can you write an imagine with Luna Kom Floukru x Female reader (43 , 173) please?

Hey there! Requests are at the time closed.

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ashley-jones · 2 years

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What is Lost is Never Forgotten

A simple oneshot of Thranduil helping his daughter come to terms with her wife's death during the battle of the five armies.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, injuries, depression, talk of suicide, self harm, coming to term with lost loved one, harassment, y/n is not used, no names are mentioned

Pronouns she/her are used

The princess of Mirkwood sat at the top of the tower, her wife of 400 years laid slowly dying across her lap. The blond tried everything in her power to stop the endless bleeding. "Stop.. Meleth nin.. t-there I'd nothing you can d-do.." the red head whispered. Her curls where falling over her wife's leg, the princess' tears fell to her bloodied cheeks.

"Please don't leave me.." the princess whimpered. Her tear covered lips pressed to the others, more hot tears falling down each of her cheeks. The blonde's Forehead pushed against the others, her heartbeat coming to a slow stop. Sobs and whimpers left the princess, hand shaking fingers grasping the others arm pulling her closer. Pained cries began leaving her, soon a pained and highly emotional scream left her. Her hands lifted pushing blond hair back causing blood to stick to the few braided strands, staining her temple with her own lovers blood.

Her throat went raw, her head leaning down pressing into her wife's chest, begging with a rasped tone for her to wake up or just to come back to her. Heavy footsteps rushed to the opening of the tower before coming to a stop.

Thranduil stood 15 feet from his daughter, his daughter in law laying dead in her arms. His daughters sword had been tossed and was leaning on it's last life on the cliff side. An orc laid dead with Luna's sword plunged into it's chest, but the orc got it's final blow on the guard. He could hear his daughters pleas for Luna to awake and hug her, to kiss her, to return back to Mirkwood with her so they could bathe and then curl up and read together.

Finally he moved forward kneeling down beside the crying princess. Gently shifting her body allowing her to cry against his armour. Her hands, sleeves, uniform and even hair was covered in Luna's blood. She was shaking with so many emotions. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to kill every ork that even dared to walk middle earth. But she couldn't, she didn't have the strength.

The princess was locked away in her room. Legolas was gone, having gone West to find a ranger their father had spoken of, most likely to never return to Mirkwood. Her door was locked and chained stopping anyone from entering. No maids could go in, meaning the princess wasn't getting much food. Thranduil was unable to enter, even though he could easily bust those chains from the door, he didn't. He wished for her to come to him.

He knew this pain. The feeling of loss and guilt of losing the love of his life. He wanted nothing to do with anyone after his wife, his children's mother, passed away in battle. He still feels that loss, his wife having moved on into the realm of the dead and most likely already reborn and moved onto another.

His daughter will now have to deal with the spirit of her wife just as he did with his. She will be forced to live with that guilt of not being strong enough to fight for her soulmate. The portrait that sits above their once shared bed will always be a reminder that she wasn't good enough to save the one person she could share her whole soul with.

So when he heard the chains falling and hitting against stone flooring, he was up from his desk and already pushing the oak door open. The princess was out of her room, guards looking towards her, maids whispering. Her hair was in a messy braided bun, that was horribly done, but she didn't seem to care. She wore her red nightgown that reached her knees. Her eyes red and once unharmed skin was licked wnd stained with blood. Her sleeves where darker than the rest of her gown, which causing the king to drop the scroll he had been reading and rushed to catch his fainting daughter.

Her head fell back against his arm looking up at him with a begging look. "M-make it stop.. a-ada it hurts.." she whimpered. "Get me a healer!!" he roared. "NOW!!" he yelled. Maids and guards flinched immediately obeying the King's order. Her ocean eyes met his fear filled with ones, his large hand was grasped tightly around the bleeding wounds, stopping the blood flow as much as he could. "I d-didnt wanna d-die.." she suddenly whispered. "I w-wanted to...." she cried.

"You're not gonna die Melethel.." he whispered. "You need to live on for her.. Just as I did with your mother. So I will not allow you to die, you have so much ahead of you Melethel.." he whispered. His voice was shaky as he held his daughters cheek with his unused hand.

The healer took her into her room quickly, beginning the process of healing the deep inflicted wounds. Thranduil stood beside her, holding her unharmed hand, whispering sweet nothings to her to keep her awake. "Gi Melin.." he whispered. He kissed her forehead, thumb running across her knuckles.

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"I loved her so much.." she whispered. "I know..." He quietly replied. Her arm was stitched and bandaged over twice. Thranduil had helped her into a new night gown, as she fought anyone else who tried to touch her. Her shaking had gone down a bit as she cuddled up to her father, eyes slowly closing, allowing her body to fall asleep for the first time in weeks.

Her wedding ring never once left her finger, a memorial was being built along side her mother, the past on queens statue was cleaned and fixed up leaving nothing but a peaceful environment.

Luna looked upon her soulmate, ghosted hand trailing over her arm, the wounds healing over, now leaving behind a tattoo that matched the ones on Luna's right arm. "You have to live on Meleth nin, for I will never leave your side.. And once I have been reborn I will come to you."

Luna went from an assassin sent to kill Thranduil and Legolas after refusing treaty with another elven kingdom. After her failed attempt she was placed in the Mirkwood dungeons, where the lingering princess had found the assassin. She was a very different she elf. Luna was taller than the princess, with shoulder length curled red hair. She had tattoos on her chest and on her right arm.

Soon Luna had escaped from the cell, in hope of escaping from the kingdom but a certain young scream had completely stopped her. Following the scream and quiet whimpers, Luna came upon the princess with 4 maids around her and 3 tall guards. The girls where pulling at her dress trying to unclothe her.

None of this went well Luna, because she stepped forward shouting at them to leave the blond alone. The guards quickly straightened when they realized the prisoner had escaped. As they laughed and went to capture her, she knocked one down and captured his sword, taking the two others down in the matter of seconds. The maids where next. None of them got away without their heads hitting against wooden walls.

The assassin had pulled her jacket free of her shoulders leaving her well toned arms and cleavage to show, wrapping it around the princess who was staring up at her in awe. Even when the king had come rushing to the commotion she never looked away from Luna.

The kind made her his daughters guard. She would be the only one to step close to the princess other than Thranduil, Legolas, and Tauriel. If anyone else dared to come near her, Luna would have them down in seconds. But within a month, a guard and princess relationship turned into something much bigger. The princess surprisingly made the first move. It was the night of her older brothers birthday, everyone was pretty much passed out drunk or just lingering in the dining hall with the king.

Luna and the woodland elf had escaped to her main chambers. The room was a place Luna knew well, having hardly left this area because the elven Princess was always reading or just enjoying the sun from the balcony. The moon shinned brightly through the large glass windows, the princess was sitting on her bed with Luna standing watching the leaves shift with the wind.

"Luna.." the she elf whispered. The red haired woman looked down at the royal elf, who was already staring up at her like a puppy. The princess stood, her silver robe falling from her arms, hands moving to her guards waist and soft pink lips pressed into rough ones. Rough hands shifted to her waist, arm wrapping tightly around her melting into the kiss.

An elven Princess married her guard that was once sent to kill her father. They spent 500 years together, and 400 of those years they where married. They where happy, with one another, and no matter if they fought they still looked at one another as if they have fallen in love all over again.

And as the eleth looks up at her wife's statue with big ocean blue eyes. Blonde hair flowing along with her blue sleeves gown, the tattoo on her silken skin covering scars was open to the sunlight. Wedding ring reflecting with the sun just like her silver circlet with the crescent moon in the front and tribal designs in the back.

"I hope you are resting well Meleth nin." she whispered.

#the hobbit #the lord of the rings #thranduil oropherion #thranduil #thranduil x reader #the hobbit oneshot #the lord of the rings oneshot #thranduil x daughter reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas #legolas x sister reader #legolas x little sister reader #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit the battle of the five armies #luna the 100 #luna kom floukru #the 100

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redhairedwolfwitch · 4 years

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Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood - Sea Mechanic X Reader - Modern AU - Raven Reyes & Luna Kom Floukru

All I am is a woman I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

You were lying on a tie dyed beach towel, half asleep as Raven’s head moved to rest on your shoulder. Her eyes were watching Luna in the Californian beach waters, content as could be as Luna grinned at the two of you. You were drifting off as Raven stirred, her fingers running through your hair as the shine of the sunset glowed across your faces. You could feel the sand sticking to your feet and the backs of your legs but you ignored it, the warmth of the moment calming you.

Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

You were sat in the back of Raven’s rover, Luna was in the passenger seat as Raven drove. The radiance of overhead street lights dancing across your face as you leaned your head against the window, staring out into the darkness of the night. You exchanged sleepy smiles with Luna as she turned to look at you whilst Raven made eye contact with you via the rear view mirror, a smirk on her face.

You ignored the two pairs of eyes on your back as you walked up the stairs of the motel the three of you were staying in. Your denim shorts were annoying you as you toyed with the sleeves of your jumper, arriving at the room the three of you would be staying in. The first thing you did was flop on the couch and fall asleep, feeling Luna put a blanket over you as you drifted off.

She knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no

You were sat on the couch at the apartment the three of you shared, working on your laptop. Raven was in her workshop, as you and Luna had dubbed it whilst Luna was working on something in the kitchen, you weren’t sure if it was dinner or something else. You were staring so intensely at an email on your laptop screen that you didn’t notice Luna standing infront of you with a bowl of something until she was nudging you with her foot.

'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

The balcony was one of your favourite places, besides the faux fireplace with a mantel piece decorated in so many plants you could barely name them all. They all had names though. You were standing on the balcony, the sky ever changing it’s colours as the sun began to rise. Your coffee was still warm as you cradled the mug in your jumper sleeve covered hands, the fabric was warm but your collar bones were still cold thanks to the neckline.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides our minds to So move to a place so far away

The sliding glass door opening allowed you to pause in the sipping of your coffee as Raven slid in next to you, her hands drifting over the metal railing of the balcony as she looked down at the small amount of traffic heading down the street. You smiled as Raven’s glance changed to look up at you, that smile turning to a pout as Raven took your coffee from your hands, downing it.

“Hey!”

The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue 'Cause you love the taste yeah

Raven’s workshop smelt like a mix of petrol, motor oil and black coffee often, but the smell of tinged burntness was one aroma that was desparately avoided. Luna, however, smelt like sea salt, cooked fish and warm sands. In this case, the one smell that wanted to be avoided was rotting fish or the sight of the plastics and other rubbish that plague the oceans that Luna adored.

These hearts adore, Every other beat the other one beats for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour

You were sat on the floor by the couch that Raven and Luna were cuddling on, your eyes focused on the wall as the Raven had hooked up a projector to your laptop, the film playing and trail mix being exchanged between the three of you. The rain outside was coming down in buckets, any and all the bird poop that had been on the balcony was now being washed away, at least. The room was warm with the glow of the few candles that Luna had been given by an old friend.

Coming down One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no no

Sometimes Raven didn’t eat because she was so absorbed in her work, whether it was an engine part for the rover or a timer to make the fairy lights turn on at a certain time. That left you and Luna to exchange looks, as you worked on the couch and Luna stood in the kitchen, her gaze going from the window that pointed out to the sea, to you as you turned around with a knowing on both your faces. A look that meant distracting Raven so she would eat, but neither of you minded, as long as she did.

'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here And now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

One of Luna’s favourite things to do in the summer was camping near the beach, basking in the sunrise over the ocean waters, roasting marshmallows at night to make smores and dance to quiet music in glow of the fireflies. Laughter escaped your mouth as you watched Raven attempting to eat her smore, toasted marshmallow goo all around her mouth as Luna tried not to get biscuit crumbs everywhere with each crunch of her smore. You froze as Raven eventually reached over to remove the smudged chocolate from the corner of your mouth that you hadn’t managed to reach inbetween your giggles.

'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

There would be days where you’d disappear. Sometimes, Raven and Luna would go to the beach or Raven was in her workshop as Luna hung around the appartment. You’d slip away into your nook, either with a book or something else to occupy your time, a blanket across you as you read. You didn’t notice Raven and Luna peaking their heads into check up on you, sometimes with an offering of a ceramic cup of a hot beverage or a plate with a snack. Sometimes you just needed that alone time, and they understood.

Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa

It was rare that the three of you slept through breakfast, but it was harder to stay awake in the early mornings of the summer. Waking up to watch the sunrise before nodding off again with the glow lighting up the apartment. Luna and yourself would be awoken by Raven in the kitchen, making her version of fruit salad, or what she would call a fruit bomb. Luna’s smile was rare when you first met her. You’d met them both at university, Raven studying astrophysics and mechanical engineering, Luna studying to be a marine biologist with some environmental ocean preservation added in there too. Eventually, Raven drifted from her workaholic state and Luna began to smile again.

'Cause it's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It became a usual thing that the three of you would steal each other’s jumpers, sweatshirts, hoodies, flannels and jackets. It amused the hell out of Octavia when Luna was walking around in Raven’s red bomber jacket. Yes, that red bomber jacket. That one. It was weird since Luna didn’t wear red, but you’d stolen Luna’s blue flannel so... Raven had to improvise with your clothes. So, stealing your university hoodie was suffice. Lincoln and Anya were barely able to keep straight faces as you stood behind the breakfast bar, laughing at Raven’s face. Raven just rolled her eyes, the smirky smile on her face contradicting everything.

It's too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Your body went still as Luna reached to pull you onto the couch, your reach went with one hand in Luna’s before you caught Raven by the belt loop, gently pulling her in before she could sneak off to her workshop. Raven just pouted before turning to spot who had grabbed her, allowing you to gently pry her towards you and Luna, as Luna pulled you into onto the couch next to her. That evening ended with the three of you forming one mass, limbs entwined together as the glow of the sunset lingered, the room darkening but the appreciation of each other keeping the room alight.

It's too cold, It's too cold The holes of my sweater

#sea mechanic #sea mechanic x reader #raven reyes x reader #luna kom floukru x reader #the 100 x reader #the 100 imagine #the 100 #raven reyes imagine #sea mechanic imagine #luna kom floukru imagine #luna kom floukru #raven reyes #luna x raven #raven x luna #luna x raven x reader #raven x luna x reader #platonic or romantic #you decide

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