#mine: lincoln and octavia

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 43. octavia blake and lincoln - the 100

[kinetic-elaboration]

Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

Multi-pairing and gen: Octavia/Raven, Murphy/Raven, Jasper/Monty, Jasper/Octavia, Bellamy/Clarke Multi-chapter Rated M

Summary:

For many years, before being bought by adventurer, survivalist, and author Octavia Blake, the house at the edge of town sat empty…

On Halloween, eight old friends gather in a Victorian manor house for their annual reunion. As the night wears on and a heavy storm breaks, stories are shared, accusations are made, spirits are contacted, and secrets come to light. Before the clock strikes midnight, one of them will be dead.

The other seven will be left to wonder: who among them is the killer?

And then Halloween will begin again. And again and again, until the mystery is solved and the murder averted at last.

Written for Troped Time Loop 2023 Round 2 @troped-fanfic-challenge

Theme: Holiday (Halloween)

Tropes: Time Loop, Murder Mystery, Multiple POVs, Fake Dating, One Character is an Author

READ ON AO3.

[similistic]

Books of 2022

Favorites:

- Owen by Kevin Henkes It’s a children’s book about a mouse who is very attached to his security blanket. XD

- Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler A very eerie post-apocalytpic/dystopian science fiction novel. The story is set between 2024 and 2027, so reading it in 2022, as a resident of California, was a bit chilling and very thought-provoking.

- Dragon Haven by Robin Hobb This is book 2 of the Rain Wild Chronicles series, and to be honest, I don’t highly recommend the other three books in the series, and I’m not sure I would have “favorited” it as a stand alone. But it’s the most dragon-centric book of the series and I really enjoyed her treatment of dragons and their lore.

5-Star Ratings in 2022:

- The Lincoln Highway by Amor Towles Young man coming of age, vintage Americana.

- Bravely by Maggie Stiefvater Basically a look at what happens to Merida from Disney/Pixar’s “Brave” after the events of the movie.

- The Partner Track by Helen Wan Young, female, Asian lawyer, trying to make partner at her firm. Dealing with racism and sexism. Slight “Devil Wears Prada” vibes.

- The Hating Game by Sally Thorne Fun romance novel. Enemy to lovers trope.

- 99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne Fun romance novel.

- Mad Ship by Robin Hobb Book 2 of the Liveship Traders trilogy.

[kikheda]

Aurora kom Wonkru x Tahliah kom Wonkru

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[justinewt]

Red Sky At Morning - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-Six

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (07/03/2024)

Summary: The group followed the map drawn in Lincoln's book to the sea but found no one there. Or so they thought. It wazsn't until night that the grounders they were looking for came for them and brought them to the one and only, Luna. But she wouldn't easily be convinced to help them, if she would be at all.

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (episode 13 "Join or Die"; episode 14 "Red sky at morning"), same title as episode 14/ancient rhyme used by Sailors "Red sky at night, sailor's delight/Red sky at morning, sailor take warning"; fluff/romance, angst, a little blood, some violence

“It’s been an hour since we passed the airplane wreckage.” Jasper noted, following the map drawn on a double page in Lincoln’s notebook. The drawing was especially faithful, and Michelle was impressed by the Grounder’s skills. They wouldn’t have as much trouble driving around through the forest if he were still alive, but they didn’t have time to think in what if. “Seeing as we are using a map without any distances, it could be days before we reach Luna’s village.”

“At least we know we’re going in the right direction.” Bellamy retorted, focused on the road as he drove the Rover, Clarke in the passenger seat next to him. The confrontation with Emerson could have been messier, they were all there sitting at the back of the vehicle, except for Raven, Harper and Miller who stayed back. Michelle was slumped, staring into space while listening to the conversation quietly.

“We’re running out of daylight. We should stop in the sun, recharge the battery.”

“What sun? We keep going until it dies.” Clarke wasn’t wrong. One look through the window was enough to see the dark grey sky. It rained cats and dogs the whole time and stopped not that long ago. The trees were wet, their foliage and branches drooping under the weight of the water that fallen on them and gathered in the creases of the leaves, weighing down the wood.

“We keep going until we get to Luna.” Octavia chimed in. Both Clarke and Michelle gave the girl a look out of the corner of their eyes while thunder sounded in the distance and rain started falling heavily again. Octavia was understandably bitter at the whole situation, and no one really said anything. Jasper then flipped the notebook’s pages and showed another drawing to Octavia; a portrait of a woman with a thick head of hair. Her gaze, even as a drawing, was striking and severe. Octavia confirmed that it was the Luna in question.

“What do you think she’s gonna say when we show up to put an A.I. in her head?” Jasper asked sarcastically.

“Lincoln said she helps those that are in trouble. She’ll help us too.” Octavia declared. The three at the back were shaken when Bellamy suddenly pulled the car to a full stop, tires screeching in the muddy path. As she was slouched, Michelle slid off her seat and leaned on it to stand up, bending forward to peek out of the windshield while Jasper and Octavia kept talking about Luna and whether or not she would help.

“Backtrack.” Bellamy said in a low voice. Trees had fallen because of the thunder and were lying right across the road, blocking the way. “We’ll find somewhere where the trees aren’t so bad. Hey!” Octavia opened the backdoor and jumped out of the Rover. She wasn’t going to wait around and decided without a word that the whole ground would continue on foot. They all got out of the vehicle, following her in the rain. Michelle took off her father’s jacket, still wearing hers underneath, and put it over her head too keep dry. Jasper glanced at her after noticing she had two.

She shrugged, “What? I got mine and my dad’s, gotta make use of it.” He shrugged as well, nodding. While the others started running off, he rose his voice.

“Anyone hear the part where I said it could be days?”

“Stop.” Octavia stopped in her tracks, raising her hand. Water was rushing loudly nearby, and she looked around. She turned to Clarke. “you hear that?”

“Water.” The two girls took off and Bellamy still tried to warn them about whoever they could run into. Whoever might be there, they could indeed be hostile for all they knew. Michelle’s jacket fell down her head and onto her shoulders and she found herself too lazy to put it back up, and it was useless anyway, the rain had stopped already. One minute it was pouring, the other barely a few drops crashing on their scalps.

“They’re not hostile. Put the guns down.” Octavia then claimed, looking at her brothers before continuing to walk away. Michelle was standing next to him as Jasper joined the girls, her dad’s jacket resting on her shoulders as if it were a cloak when Bellamy put a hand on her backa dn they started running after their friends, going down the river cutting through the forest. They reached the sea a minute later, fog hanging over the body of water, but no village. It was silent, no more thunder either. Looking around, they saw a piece of land with piles of rock set up in a circle. Octavia checked the notebook. The stone circle was drawn on it, but there wasn’t any Grounder village. Maybe their village was further into the sea and not visible from shore. She ran to the stones, followed by the rest of the group.

“Isn’t a village. It’s just a bunch of rocks.”

“No shit.” Michelle said under her breath, slipping her arms back into her dad’s jacket’s sleeves now that they stopped running around.

“She’s gone.” Clarke said, desperate. Michelle then voiced her assumption, that the village was out in the sea, but it still didn’t help them figure out what to do now. Clarke turned around, following their gaze as they watched Octavia walk to the edge and kneel, leaning on the rocks as she let out a scream. The rest of them just looked at each other in a heavy silence. Eventually, they decided on making a fire. Bellamy was walking back and forth, bringing wood. Clarke stood up.

“It’ll be dark soon. We need to talk about what we’re gonna do.”

“We waitr until first light, and then we split up and search the shore in both directions.” Octavia declared without taking her eyes off of what she was doing, rubbing two long sticks together trying to start the fire, panting with the effort. When she saw a sparkle, she leaned forward and blew on it. A white smoke grew from it. She careful moved it to the pieces of wood set up at the center of the stone circle and kept blowing on it with Jasper. The fire then spread and grew over the wood. It was at least one good thing done.

“I agree. Lincoln wouldn’t have put this spot on the map unless it was important.”

“Yeah, if their village is out in the sea, maybe they come to check this spot to see if there’s anyone, and with the fire, hopefully they’ll see we’re here trying to make contact.” Michelle added, looking at Bellamy. He bent forward, picking up the notebook as she spoke and Octavia smacked his hand, urgning him to not touch it. He kept quiet for a second before crouching down. Clarke then agreed with her friend and the two moved closer to Jasper, on the other side of the fire while Bellamy attempted to talk to his sister, who was just ignoring him.

“Come on, O. How long?”

“I don’t know. I can’t even look at you…” She indeed avoided looking at him while she cracked some sticks, adding them to fuel the fire znd keep it going. She spoke through gritted teeth, staring at the flames, “because every time I do, I see Pike putting that gun to Lincoln’s head. I hear the gunshot. I see him fall.”

“I didn’t kill Lincoln.”

“No, but he is dead because of you.” She stood up, her tone rising with anger. Michelle, Clarke and Jasper were crouched by the fire, trying not to stare at the two siblings but it was obviously a little akward to be there in silence, in front of such a conversation.

“I came to you. You didn’t take my help. If you had just trusted me, I…” She threw her wood on the ground, and it fell, the pieces clattering against each other as she seemingly gave up talking to him, crouching down again. Clarke and Michelle stood up, looking at Bellamy walking away along the shore, alone. Jasper sighed and threw something in the fire, which turned the flame a weird shade of green.

“What did you just do?” Octavia enquired.

“Nothing. I just threw these in the fire.” He held a branch in his hand. Octavia stared at it as if she had just thought of something and picked up Lincoln’s book at her feet. She found a piece of a branch of the same tree in between some of the pages.

“Ugh. Signal fire. He was trying to tell us. Michelle, you were right.  They must be watching this place, waiting for that signal. This is how we contact Luna.”

“I’ll get more.” He threw one more bit into the flames and ran around to get others. The three girls smiled at the discovery but Clarke and Michelle both looked over their shoulders at Bellamy, still walking away in the distance.

“Should we leave him alone or should I…?” Michelle wondered quietly. Clarke motioned for her to go after him, adding that she would join them later. Michelle didn’t plan on trying to talk to him about his situation with his sister, he wouldn’t like that. She wouldn’t like it if he tried to come up to her to if she was in such a situation with her father, which she used to, back when she was with Murphy and he knew it wasn’t his place to really say anything, and right now it was basically the same. It wasn’t exactly her place to try to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do. He gave her a glance when he noticed her approach as he just stood there, facing the open sea, his arms crossed. She just tried to give him a smile as she sat down on a rock and his face relaxed a little. Michelle closed her eyes, the strands of hair falling along her face and stuck under her jacket, blown by the breeze, the sea wind caressing her skin. Her arms wrapped around her knees, she let her mind wander and lose itself in her memories. her mind quickly spiralled out of control, and she couldn't think about anything but how much she was worried about her father in Polis. She had a bad feeling. Her face reflected her trouble and her brows furrowed, her lips tightening. She rested the side of her face on her knees, looking at Bellamy and the forest sideways.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly.

“I’m fine.” He, at first, responded quite harshly, though she obviously didn’t take offense. His eyes wandered back to the fire where his sister still was. She straightened up, looking up at him. It was easy to tell he was saddened by how downhill his relationship with Octavia went, and there was no one but himself to blame. He did choose to side with Pike and let the latter get to his head. He almost lost any chance of Michelle and him ever being a thing as well. He looked at her, his eyes glossy, widened in fear that the damage he did to their relationship was undoable. “Michelle, I think I’ve lost her.”

“Give her time, Bellamy.” She stood up, facing him, her hand softly holding his arm as she gave him a compassionate look. “She’s gonna need lots of it. And there may be blood on your hands, but it’s not Lincoln’s. That was Pike.”

“He did it because of me. I let him.” He slightly shook his head, glancing at the fire, his eyes getting glossier as he struggled to keep the tears at bay.

“Pike wouldn’t do something just because of you. You didn’t want that to happen. You tried to stop it. Octavia will forgive you eventually…” He looked away from her as a tear rolled along his cheek and randomly glanced at the forest behind him to try to hide it. Michelle frowned in concern, taking a heavy breath and turning his face back to her with her hand, wiping away the tear with her hand holding his cheek. “Question is, will you forgive yourself?”

“Forgiveness is hard for us.” His eyes were wet, and his bottom lip quivered as he looked at the fire again. She followed his gaze and saw Octavia stare at them before turning around and walk away, a plank of wood under her arm.

“I’m not Octavia but, I get it.” Her hand slid off his face and rested on his shoulder. He watched her attentively as she spoke. “It took me weeks to forgive my dad – for something he wasn’t even responsible for but anyway… took me some time to forgive you for choosing the wrong side too. But what did it for me was that both my dad and you showed that you were sorry for whatever happened, whatever you did... And I grew to love my dad, I didn’t wanna be mad anymore, and I—” Michelle cut herself off, looking into the distance, towards the sea. She pursed her lips, pressing them against each other. She knew what she wanted to say outloud and maybe it was the right time. With a sigh, briefly closing her eyes before looking back at him, she added; “I love you.” But she quickly went on to say something else, a little embarrassed by her confession which was ironic since they did already kiss and sleep together a few times, “Your sister loves you too, Bellamy. She will forgive you, give it time. She’s angry but one day, she won’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“Michelle.” His brows furrowed sadly as a couple more tears fell from his eyes, and he turned his head to wipe them off with his fist. She gently held his face and drew him into a kiss. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly and buried her face in her hair and she in his neck as he whispered to her ear, “I love you too.”

“Could you have imagined, when we landed on the ground, that we would say stuff like this?” He chuckled, a sob breaking through his laugh as he held her tighter. She didn’t exactly remember how she felt about him in the beginning, but she remembered she didn’t really like him. He was somewhat cocky and acted so sure of himself, but she smiled, remembering it was him who showed her how to use a gun, though she did have beforehand knowledge on those weapons. She had no knowledge of what it was like to love someone like this, but now she did, and she only had him to thank for it. Her lips quivered, thinking of her father out of the blue but she was way more worried than she would ever admit out loud. It wasn’t just a bad feeling. She was terrified to find out whether he took the chip, and whether she would have to kill him which she wouldn’t be able to do so, if no one killed him, he would kill her, because of Alie’s grasp over him and the fact she would never take the chip. She held Bellamy tighter as well, feeling like she had already lost her father. She was getting ahead of herself too much and she knew it, but she couldn’t help but let her mind spiral. She would keep it to herself for now, it didn’t feel the right time to draw attention to her own troubles.

They were staring off into the distance, standing in the dark of night, still on the shore, when Clarke finally joined them. The trio began to talk about Octavia again and Clarke thought the same as Michelle, she would forgive him if he gave her enough time. They talked about when Clarke left them, how angry he felt but that he didn’t want to feel this way anymore and what Michelle said earlier seemed to clock in. As they were comforting each other, saying they were there for each other, Bellamy turned his head towards the sea and alerted them when he saw figures stick out the water. They were taken by surprise, tackled to the ground forcefully, grunting. Michelle felt warmth around her eyebrow and felt the blood drip on her eylid. She had been slammed on the sand so hard, her face hit a rock, but it was better than the concussion she got the last time she hit her head. The strangers put something on their mouth before tying and gagging them and bringing them back to the fire, where a few other of them were holding at gunpoint, but with crossbows. Octavia and Jasper held their hands up while the three others were forced on their knees. The Grounder addressed Octavia in trigedasleng. From what Michelle made out of it, it sounded like questions.

“Why should we give you safe passage?” The man then asked in English.

“Lincoln.” He glanced at his companions upon hearing the Grounder’s name. “He sent us.” He then spoke again in their language and the people standing behind Bellamy, Michelle and Clarke removed their gags and frees them.

“What’s going on?” Bellamy questioned in a whisper. Octavia had no idea either. The Grounder took a few steps towards her and handed her something.

“What is that?” Clarke asked.

“Safe passage.” He said as he gave one to each of them.

“Octavia, wait.” Bellamy rose his voice when his sister drank whatever it was in the little vial. Her only response was that she trusted Lincoln, and the Grounder that gave them those specified that if she was the only one to agree to drink this, she would be the only one to go. Michelle was the first to follow her lead and drink the content in one go. Bellamy repeated himself, grabbing her arm too late, she had already drunk. The two girls looked at each other, Michelle knew she was feeling this same weird way as she did. She felt all her strength gradually leave her body. Her vision got blurry as she fought to stay up but when she took a step to balance her weight on her feet, her knee bent and her leg way under her and she collapsed to the sand, her head turned towards Bellamy as he caught her in her fall. His face was the last thing she saw before it went dark.

She frowned, awakened by a ray of sunlight, and leaned on her hand to sit up. The others had woken up too, and everyone was looking around in complete confusion, having no idea where they had ended up. They were locked in a large, rusted container, and sunrays penetrated through holes in the metal here and there. Their guns were gone, and Octavia realized she didn’t have her sword anymore. She banged on the wall and soon after, whether or not it was related, the doors at the end of the container opened, blinding the group for a moment as a woman entered, her face hidden at first as she stood against the light but it quickly became clear that it was Luna that was in front of them.

“Where’s Lincoln?”

“Lincoln is dead.” Octavia told her.

“Lincoln said that you would help us.” Clarke stepped in.

“Did he?”

“Luna, you’re the last of your kind, the last nightblood.”

“So Lexa’s dead as well.”

“Her spirit has chosen you to become the next commander. Titus entrusted me with the flame to give to you.”

“Then he should have told you that I left my conclave swearing to never kill again.”

“You don’t have to kill. To lead is your birthright. How you lead is your choice. Here.” She stepped towards Luna, holding the small box in which she kept the flame and handed it over to her. She carefully brought her hands to her to observe the small object.

“I recognize the sacred symbol, but what is that?”

“This is the flame that holds the spirits of the commanders, of Lexa. Will you take it and become the next commander?” They all hung on Luna’s lips, waiting for her answer, hoping she would take it. The suspenseful silence was broken by her negative answer as she rolled Clarke’s fingers over the flame and pushed her fist away upon her refusal. They couldn’t believe they had come all this way for it to be over so quickly. Clarke glanced at her friends before running after Luna, calling out to her. She didn’t stop or turn back to them and just walked away. It was the group who stopped in their tracks, looking around in bewilderment. They were on a huge platform, an oil rig like the one Michelle saw on pictures, in the middle of the ocean.

“Everywhere I looked, there were fins. And teeth. And blood. I knew if they saw me, I’d be next, so I just floated there, waiting, praying they’d swim on.” Michelle stared into space listening with one ear the girl reading poetry in the hall of the Oil Rig. None of them was really paying attention. They were waiting, hoping for Luna to agree to help them and take the flame. A door opened and she entered.

“She’s here. Maybe she changed her mind.” Bellamy told the group, Clarke, Michelle and him standing up to go meet with her.

“The boats return at nightfall. Then you leave. Forever.”

“Luna, let us explain—” Clarke was cut off by the Grounder.

“I said no.”

“No, you need to hear this.” Bellamy stepped in front of her. She eventually looked at him. “There’s something out ther that is going to destroy us all.”

“Whatever it is, it can’t reach us here.” She walked pasted the trio and went to Octavia, telling her they needed to talk. Jasper took it as his cue to leave and got up, leaving the two women. Once Luna left, they returned to sit beside Octavia, having to wait it out since she was so against taking the flame and coming with them. In the distance, Jasper was chatting with the girl who recited poetry a moment ago.

“Jasper’s actually smiling.” Bellamy noted. He followed Clarke’s gaze as she looked at Luna, cuddling with her lover against the wall.

“Clarke. Let it go.” The latter glanced over at her best friend and shook her head.

“We can’t just leave.”

“It’s not like we have much of a choice.” Octavia added, fidgeting with a tiny piece of wood.

“Maybe we do.”

“What are you talking about?” Bellamy enquired.

“I’m talking about putting this into her head without asking.”

“Clarke, we can’t do this.” Michelle leaned towards her.

“We can fight and go back to Arkadia. We arm up.” He added, agreeing with his girlfriend.

“Fight who?” She questioned. “It’s an army of our own people. I don’t like this any more than you do. But if Raven’s right, and the code on this thing can stop Alie…” Two Grounders came in shouting in their native language; She paused, glancing over her shoulder before turning her head back to her friends, looking a little hopeless. “Give me a better idea.”

“We’ll stay here. It’s the only way they’ll leave you alone with her.” Bellamy concluded. As Clarke was about to stand up, she was briefly stopped by Octavia addressing her.

“Even Alie gives people a choice.”

“We gave Luna a choice. She said no.” He shrugged, exchanging a glance with Michelle and Clarke, nodding at one another before the blonde finally got up and walked away. They met up again once it was dark, and dark it was out in the open sea. Aside from the light of the moon shining on the waves, and a few spotlights on the rig, it was pitch black out there and the whole oil rig was dead silent, as everyone was asleep. They were being led back to the container in which they awakened this morning as they were going to be brought back to shore. Luna was waiting for them by the container. Jasper wasn’t with the group and according to Clarke, he was saying goobye to his new friend, not that Michelle cared much what he was doing right now. They opened the doors and a group of Grounders stepped out.

“Sorry, Cap. You gotta take them back.” She turned to them. “You get your weapons once you land.”

“Inside.” While Clarke tried to ask Luna about the flame since the later took it from her after she tried to forcibly put it in her neck, the others were pushed inside the container. They didn’t try to fight, it was pointless. They failed at convincing Luna and now they could only leave this place. Michelle’s thoughts were already, and as always, on going to Polis to check on her dad. She was anxious to find out whether he took the chip or not and what would be left of him. This was her main concern at the moment. Then suddenly, the Grounders that walked out of the container started attacking everyone outside, stabbing and grunting and slammed the doors shut, trapping the group in the dark. Michelle was quick to understand they had somehow been infected by Alie as she came to realize they attacked shortly after Luna pulled out the flame to show Clarke.

“They’re locking us in.” Octavia exclaimed, alarmed. Clarke started banging on the wall and shouting, eager to find out what was going on.

“They took the flame. Soemhow, while they were on land, they took the chip. Luna’s safe haven is compromised now.” Michelle said with a sigh.

“Yeah. Alie’s here.” Bellamy added, agreeing with her. Clarke looked at them, speechless, not knowing what to do, or how to get out of there. They had no weapon, nothing to free themselves while Alie’s minions tried to take over the oil rig. They only had a flashlight. Holding it in front of her, Octavia walked around the container while Bellamy tried to nudge the doors open.

“How did Alie even find this place?” Octavia wondered, kicking in the wall with anger.

“There was a drone at Niylah’s. She must’ve followed us looking for the Flame and now she has it.” Sat on the floor, Michelle looked at him while Clarke was frowning, her gaze staring into space. “She’s gonna put the AI in Luna.”

“She’d have to chip her first. If Luna’s chipped before she gets the AI, Alie’s gonna know everything. We’ll never be able to stop her. We can’t let that happen.” She sprung up on her feet and walked with a determined step towards the door, banging on it and shouting. Everyone ended up just sitting down in silence, trying to wait it out, or wait for someone to come open the door. There was nothing they could do from the inside. They were locked up, end of story.

“This place was safe until we got here.” Octavia spoke, flashing her light at the wall, up and down, aimlessly. They had no idea how long it had been, but they all turned their heads instantly and got on their feet when they heard the lock clancked against the door, meaning someone was messing with it. The door opened and they jogged outside, thinking it was Jasper who freed them, only for them to find the girl he was chatting with, gasping on the ground with an arrow in her shoulder. Clarke kneeled by her side and the girl tried to speak.

“Machine room… B level…” then she gave her final breath and they left her there, unable to do anything else. She was dead. Michelle gave her a horrifief glance out of the corner of her eyes, looking at the blood covering hre mouth and chin. It reminded her of when she had been infected with that weird blood fever back at the dropship, months ago. Or when she had her hands slashed, and her leg pierced through with a drill. She had had her share of her own bloodshed, but it was still not something she liked to see. They ran through the rig and got to their destination. Octavia ignored her brother’s warning, telling her to be careful and ran inside the machine room. They found Luna, on the ground, holding her lover, her other hand around the handle of a knife plunged into the man’s chest. Jasper was hanged by his wrist on the other side of the room. Two other grounders, those that came on the rig chipped were dead. A young girl was curled up near one of the bodies, she’d probably been used to pressure Luna into accepting the chip or something like that. Bellamy went to check on her while Michelle and Octavia cut Jasper down, and Clarke went to Luna, who let out a bloodcurling cry when her partner let out his final breath. Michelle felt her pain and looked at her, her mouth frowned slightly, her lips twitching. She was wailing, holding his body close to her, her face distorted by the heartbreak and grief, caressing his face and apologizing for what she had to do while sobbing.

Once she somewhat calmed down, the whole lot of the Oil Rig’s inhabitant gathered for the funeral ceremony. Michelle, Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia and Jasper were standing there in a corner. They had to wait for Luna to come to them when she was done.

“Any of them could be chipped, and we’d never know.” Bellamy whispered, her eyes glazing over the room.

“If they are, they’ll make their move before we put the Flame in Luna. Stay sharp.” Clarke watched as Luna came towards them, accompanied with another girl.

“The ceremony is about to begin.”

“I’m so sorry. But now you see what we’re facing. An enemy who will do anything to win. She won’t stop until she had everyone.”

“People I love died today. Needlessly, by my hand. I can’t let that happen.” Luna looked down at the Flame, held in between her fingers. She turned her back to them, facing everyong in the room. They all stood up, cups in their hands. The group had been giving cups too. “As we prepare to give our brothers and sisters to the sea, we honor their lives.” They spoke in their native language in unison, and everyone drank from their cups quietly. Luna turned back to them.

“I we’re gonna do this, we have to hurry. Alie will send reinforcements. We have to find some place private to perform the Ascencion.” Luna stared at her with an impassible face.

“You believe that to defeat an enemy who will stop at nothing, you must stop at nothing. How is that different than blood must have blood?” As she spoke, Michelle slightly frowned and squinted her eyes. For some reason, her mind felt clouded, and she began to have trouble on what was being said, looking into space, trying to focus her eyes. She took a step to the side as her sight began to sway, or maybe it was her body. She raised her hand, trying to reach for Bellamy’s shoulder and he grabbed her arm, catching her as she fell, but ended up collapsing in turn, his arm stretched out under her head. Their cups had broken to pieces on the ground. She opened her eyes and sat up with a start, a little disorientated still. Bellamy was already awake, walking around with his weapon in hand, watching over the others, still passed out. She put a hand to her eyebrow, the little cut that she had gotten after hitting her head on a rock before being transported to the Rig, had been stitched. Well, she was at least thankful for that. Her eyes went on the hand held out in front of her and looked up to Bellamy as she grabbed his hand and he pulled her on her feet. Movements caught their eye, and they glanced over at Clarke who woke up, checking the box put in her hand, to see if the Flame was inside. They exchanged a nod and kept on walking to the shore while Octavia and Jasper came back to their senses as well. They failed to convince Luna. And they were now back to square one.

“Now what?” He asked, turning his head to Clarke as all five of them stood in line, in front of the sea, clueless as to what to do. Michelle had her sight set on Polis, and getting news from her father, after being separated from him for three days. She had to chase away her bad feeling and keep hopeful that he was still alive and well.

[To be continued…]  

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[headstrongblake]

" nope ,  that is not my responsibility . " -styxxtavia assassin / @myhiraeth

octavia groaned, moving the phone from her ear to tap against her forehead as the pain in her side grew, blood dripping onto the carpeted library floor as she stood debating with styxx on the other line. after a shuddered breath, she tucked the phone gainst her ear once more with her shoulder to free her hands, "i know that," she bit back with a grimace, fingers rolling up the bloodied fabric of her shirt as she looked at the stab wound.

"none of this is," she started, although not every part of her believed that. without styxx's consistent interference, octavia would've likely continued with her organization without so much as missing a beat. for years, they have given her purpose and direction. but his interference has made her look weak. her refusal to dispose of him like she'd been ordered...only reinforces it to her people. but joining them, that was all on her. & if she had never done that after losing lincoln, well...she would not be running from an organization of trained assassins. "it's mine."

teeth clenched together as she tightly packed her wound the best she could for now. it's only a matter of time before they descend on her few hideouts in the city. "look, i think i've been burned, and i get it; you warned me, again and again, that crap like this was going to happen if i kept working for my people, but..." somewhere in between all the half-truths and hostility, a small part of her had believed she had an alley in styxx. that somehow he cared, at least a little, about her. "please," her voice lowered as she leaned against the bookshelf. "i'm gonna bleed out between the Iliad and oddessy if you don't come."

[wonderswritings]

SL Miniseries: You Weren't Mine to Lose Info

This is a AU Miniseries for Starless Lovers, set after S3. Below the cut are 2 different sections that talk about canon differences and canon spoilers. Canon differences are first and then canon spoilers. I tried to be as vague as possible with canon spoilers. This is mainly just an overview of things that could be addressed in the miniseries. I just wanted to put this out and I originally was going to put it in the first chapter but I figured a separate post would be better.

Things that are different from Canon SL:

Sato did not die in S2. Instead of being in the village, he was on his way to the village and saw the massacre aftermath.

 Esmeray and a small group known as the Resistance, kill Ontari and reclaim Tondc.

Praimfaya does not happen. 

Luna comes to Tondc for revenge against Esmeray, blaming her for the death of her people that Alie killed. Sato stops Luna before she can kill Esmeray and Luna is imprisoned until it is decided that she would be killed for treason. 

Spoilers for Canon SL:

Bellamy does save Esmeray from Mount Weather, but Skaikru does not keep her with them. 

The massacre of the army happens, and Esmeray is taken prisoner by Pike.

Ontari takes over as Commander and labels Esmeray as a traitor, forcing her to go on the run.

Pike kills Lincoln and Octavia kills him after they stopped Alie.

[ao3feed-the100]

Ground Down

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by ThatCrookedShrub

As one of four children raised in the military, Lexa should be looking forward to having her efforts rewarded as one of the recruits up for consideration to lead their unit, but her mind is elsewhere.

As a failing medicine student, Clarke should be working hard to learn to help people, but struggles to accept that saving some means losing others and that some cannot be saved anymore.

Time does not wait up, all things fall down eventually.

This is a The 100 AU that stays rather close to the first three seasons of the series, but takes liberties with the characters, setting, and order of events, and will eventually depart from the series plot because I keep resurrecting characters, which inevitably changes the storyline. Lots of ships still sailing, I am not outwardly discriminating any, if you have favourites. This can be read without having seen the series or read the books, but you may get more of the jokes if you are familiar.

I'll put a general warning here, I'll likely end up discussing sensitive topics.

(I do not own any of the characters, credit for characters goes to the show "The100" and Kass Morgan BUT the work in general is mine, all rights reserved.)

Words: 5004, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Indra (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Luna (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya (The 100), Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Gaia (The 100), Finn Collins, Aden (The 100), Becca (The 100), Harper McIntyre, Titus (The 100)

Additional Tags: Clexa, the100 - Freeform, The100AU, the100fanfiction, Implied/Referenced Suicide, trauma warning

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[cs-and-bellarke]

Love isn't weakness: A Bellarke Fanfic

Ao3, FF

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Chapter 10

Bellamy’s P.O.V

After school I take Clarke to my secret spot and every time I take her there she seems more free. Every time I look at her I know I feel something for her, every time I hear her laugh it makes me smile, and every time she smiles I know how much I am falling for her. She looks so peaceful sitting at the edge of the cliff and I know that not a thing in the world could harm her.

“You okay Princess” I asked her.

“Yeah, it's so peaceful out here, thanks for showing me this place,” she says.

“Your very welcome and you are the only one who knows about this place not even Octavia knows about it”

“Really” 

“Yeah”

“Why, this place is beautiful and why not your sister”

“Because when I found this place it became mine and I didn’t want anyone to know about it, and my sister would tell all her friends then it wouldn’t be my place… well our place now I guess” I explained to her.

“You really want to call it our place?” she asks.

“Yeah, why not?”

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*couple hours later*

A couple hours later and we are still at the cliff, she has a smile on her face and I can’t take my eyes off of her, her smile is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. “Ready to go Princess?” 

“I guess, but I wish I could stay here forever,” she says.

“Yeah, well you can’t and if you are not home soon, Murphy will not be happy” 

“Yeah I know, how about I stay at your house tonight and I’ll tell Murphy I’m with Octavia so he doesn’t kick your ass” 

“If you want to but you know how O is when you don’t tell her your coming over”

“I know, but I don’t care” 

“Okay” 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Clarke’s P.O.V

“I’ll text him on the way to your place. Also, I never told you how sorry I am that your mom is in the hospital” I told him.

“It’s not your fault , it’s okay, I hope she is going to be fine” he says.

M= Murphy and C= Clarke

C- hey can I ask you something

M- yeah what’s up

C- is it okay with you if I stay at Octavia’s, I know that I don’t need your permission but I wanted it.

M- sure, but stay away from Bellamy Blake.

C- why?

M- because he is not a good person for you to be around.

C- like you?

M- shut up and stay away from him.

After Murphy sent me the last text I started laughing at it and I know Bellamy was confused as to why I was. “What?” he asked.

“Murphy being Murphy” I say to him

“What did he say”

“He told me to stay away from you but I asked him why then he said because you’re not a good person for me to be hanging around then I told him like you… he then told me to shut up and stay away from you” 

“Wow”

“Yep” 

We arrive at his house and I go to his room to get changed into something more comfy to sleep in, I’m sleeping on the couch and O has no idea that I am here because she is with “friends” aka her boyfriend Lincoln (don’t tell Bellamy).  Bellamy thinks that Lincoln is just Octavia’s friend but he asked her out a couple weeks ago and she said yes...he asked her out even though he was threatened not to...he didn’t care because he really likes Octavia.

After I was done getting changed I went into the living room and sat by the window, Bellamy came into the room 5 minutes later and sat next to me. “Why are you not with O and the other girls?” he asks.

“Well Raven is there and she doesn’t really like me remember...and we are always around each other so…” I told him.

“Okay...you can sleep in O’s room”

“Okay thank you, I would’ve been okay out here”

“No, she's not here so why not sleep in a real bed”

“Okay then”

Bellamy then goes to his room and I make myself some tea, after that I sit back at the window and think about how I can’t fall for Bellamy even though I kinda have. He is always flirting and I can’t help but smile at him because I don’t want it to stop but Love Is Weakness.  

I go to bed and I try to fall asleep but I can't because my mind keeps running and I keep thinking of Bellamy and his charming face. I look at the clock and I see that it is 11:35pm and I’m wide awake, unable to sleep, tossing and turning and not able to fall asleep. I go to the living room and sit by the window again, looking at the stars.

1:00am and I’m still unable to sleep and I’m still sitting at the window looking at the stars, then I hear Bellamy’s door open but I don’t look up at all. “What are you doing up, princess?” he asks when he sees me sitting by the window.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I told him.

“Why not”

“Don’t know” I lied to him.

“Well, do you want some tea?” he asked me.

“Sure, I would love some” About 10 minutes later he comes back with two mugs of tea and sits next to me, we sit in silence and then I feel him staring at me. “What?” I ask him.

“Nothing, just you look tired...why can’t you sleep and don’t tell me you don’t know, tell me the truth please” he says.

“Because of the dream I had the other night and I don’t want to have another one” 

“Was it a nightmare?”

“No, more like a dream I want to happen in real life but I’m too afraid of it because I don’t want to get hurt”

“Okay...well you need sleep so just remember it was dream most likely it won't happen but there is a chance it will”

“That’s what I’m afraid of...I don’t yet I do want it to happen...I don’t know what to do or think, yeah I get it, it was just a dream but it scares me and I don’t know what to do” I explain to him.

“I know what you should do...go to bed” he says.

“Fine, I’ll go to bed”

“Good”  I go to bed and I end up having a dream.

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*In dream*

We sat there and then his hand lightly touched my face and then our lips connected and I felt my heart on fire. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer to him as I moved closer to him as much as possible.  We pull apart and I smile at him, and he smiles at me then I lean against him.

“I can’t believe it took me 2 months to get you to fall for me,” he says.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked him, he nods and I continue “I fell for you the day I met you”

“Are you serious, I fell for you the day I saw you and it took me forever to come up to you, then our break ups happened and you were alone so...I came up to you” 

“You're sweet, and we’ve been dating for 3 weeks and it's been the best 3 weeks ever and…”

“Are you breaking up with me?” 

“No, no, no, no, I wanted to say I love you” I said really fast.

“You what?” he asks.

“I love you”

“I love you too, more than you know”

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------*later*

Bellamy and I were at his house lying on the couch and then Octavia comes in and her jaw drops and she’s speechless. “Are you two...to...together?” she somehow was able to ask.

“Maybe?” Bellamy hesitates to say.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Why have you never told me about this!” she starts to yell.

This Is Not Good.

Bellamy and I look at each other and then he speaks up. “We never told anyone because we didn’t or want anyone to know...we wanted just us and so we hid it from everyone...but I’m surprised no one knew because we didn’t exactly hide it” he says.

“Well I’m your sister and she's my best friend, you should have told me about this” she says.

“I’m standing right here” I say to her.

“I know, please tell me why you didn’t tell me you were dating my brother”

“Because we didn’t want anyone to know so if we told you, you would have told everyone else then we would have been pissed at you”

“Why date my brother then?”

“I’m standing right here,” Bellamy says.

“I’m dating your brother because I fell in love with him and everything is better when I am with him, you said you were okay if we saw each other so 2 months later he asked me and I said yes. Your brother is the best thing that’s happened to me and I don’t care if you don’t approve because I love him” I explained to her.

She walks off and Bellamy gives me a look that says ‘what did you just do’  I shrug it off and go into the kitchen to get some food for Bell and I. “Why did you say all that to her?” he asks when I return.

“Because she needed to know how I feel about you and why we hid it from everyone” I told him.

“Is that how you really feel about me?”

“Why would I lie about that… of course that’s how I really feel about you, if it wasn’t I wouldn’t have said it” 

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*that night*

Bellamy and I were lying in bed when he climbed up on top of me and started kissing my neck, I didn't stop him and instead I took off his shirt and he pulled off mine. He gives me a look like he is asking for permission and I give him a look saying it’s okay. Things started to heat up even more and quicker than anything. We were both naked and he dug into me, I tried to hold my moan in but I couldn’t and I let it out as he pushed harder into me. 

At this moment everything is perfect.

At this moment nothing could be wrong.

*even later that night*

After having sex with Bellamy, I laid there not wanting anything else to happen other then what we just did for the rest of my life...then it hit me...what will Murphy do when he finds out about me and Bellamy?

*end of dream*

I wake up to my phone going off and the first thing that hits my mind is…’ I had dream sex with Bellamy’ shit.

[commander-anya]

Clarke and Octavia + Grieving their loved ones (3.12 // 7.01)

[forbescaroline]

TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #29. octavia blake and lincoln (the 100)

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 6: Linctavia, Troubled

Lincoln/Octavia, Octavia-centric, ~1,200 words

For the prompt "Calm and its antonyms (troubled, harsh, furious, worried)" for July Break Bingo 2023 @julybreakbingo

This was originally going to include some more events and stretch a little longer, in a way that would have made better use of the prompt, but I got caught up in the atmosphere of the "intro" and decided, this is good enough as is. It's technically set in the same universe as one of my (many) unwritten WIPs.

*

The heavy clouds that have been following them for days finally burst, just as Lincoln and Octavia make it to the shore. Lincoln can't light the signal fire, and anyway, he says, Floukru would never send out boats in this sort of storm. So they pitch their tent just past the tree line and hide themselves there, claustrophobic and breathless, for thirty-six hours until the sky lightens and the violent weather starts to calm.

Octavia has never seen water like this in her life. For the first hour, she stands out in the whirlwind, lets herself get drenched. She's not tired of the rain yet, the tempestuous and harsh and vicious weather of the ground. Better, she thinks, than a slow march of the same, the same, the same, every single day, lights that rise and fade with a computer's rhythm, air recycled through machines. Better than that. Out here, the bitter, cold wind makes her shiver and the rain soaks through her clothes within minutes and then gathers slick and cold on her skin, weights down her clothes and her hair. The sound of it as it hits the ocean, turns the sand of the beach to mud, of the thunder rolling thick and close above her, roiling through a deep gray sky sometimes cut through with quick, sharp flashes of light, all intrigue and fascinate her more than they discomfort.

More than that, she simply cannot stop looking at the water. The ocean. Water without boundaries or barriers, water stretching out to the horizon's edge, water crashing with such power and force against the rocks at the land's end. Water foaming white and angry at its edges, and farther out a deep blue mixed with shades of black and lighter blue, spiked and uneven with waves, rolling over and over itself as if powered by an invisible engine deep underground. She gets caught up in the hypnotic rhythm of the waves. The turbulent blue sliding over blue, the power of the water as it hits and hits and hits the shore.

Lincoln stands next to her, squinting through the sharp needles of rain. He's trying to hold a jacket over them, but the partial roof only magnifies the sound of the raindrops; sheets of water slide down from it and splash against Octavia's back and legs.

He follows her sight line across the vastness of the sea.

"It reminds me of you," he says. She can barely hear him, even shouting. The storm swallows up his voice, blows it away on the wind.

"I don't see it," she answers.

Lincoln's shoulder bumps against hers. If he weren't holding up the jacket, he would probably try to take her hand. For a while now, since not long after they left the settlement, she's been quiet and hard to reach, and it's not out of spite that she's pulled in on herself, and yet she can't bring herself to stop. Living under the floor, she learned to keep her own company. She taught herself a quiet and a stillness that surprised and impressed the warriors she trained with, that startles and disconcerts those who've only known her on the ground. They’re more familiar with the version of herself she’s since unleashed. As soon as she stepped foot on earth, she told herself that all she'd know here was freedom. Here she could be loud, unfiltered, angry, passionate, wild. And she was, and she let herself be.

But when her energy runs out and the dust of adventure settles, she retreats again to the quiet, from the safety of bravado to the safety of her own inscrutable silence. Into this inner space, she allows people only slowly. Lincoln is there sometimes. Not always.

That first night on the shore, still damp and cold, huddling together for warmth in their tent, he asks her if she has regrets, and she stays silent a long time then, too.

He asks again, "Do you wish we'd stayed at the settlement? With the hundred?"

"No." She's tracing patterns on his chest. "We don't belong there. You'll always be a Grounder and I'll never be a Sky Person." Swirls and hearts and triangles, circles, spikes. The shapes of his tattoos, sometimes, which she's memorized. The words are a refrain now, a sort of prayer. "You said... you said Luna's clan is made up of people like us, right? People who don't belong anywhere else?"

"Yeah." He sighs, and she feels the deep intake and exhale of breath, lifting her up and settling her down again like the waves of the ocean outside. He sounds weary, like this is a tale he's told many times as well. "She'll take in anyone who... who's tired of the way the rest of the world is."

"That could mean anything."

He laughs, and nods. His hand slides up and tangles, heavy, in her wet hair. "Usually it means tired of the fighting, the blood lust. Everyone waiting for an insult or injury they can avenge. There's none of that in Luna's clan. They just... think totally differently." He lets his palm fall on her shoulder, briefly hugs her close. "It's a new clan. Not many people born into it. Belonging... doesn't mean what you're used to."

Belonging means family. Belonging means having people you'd do anything for, fight monsters for, give your life for. That's always been so deeply ingrained in her that she's never thought it out in so many words. She hopes he won't ask again if she has regrets.

"I've never done anything like this before," she admits, nuzzling the words against his collar bone, his cool, rain-drenched skin. "Just left." Not by herself, at least, not like this. Not of her own volition, without convincing, without force, in the absence of necessity.

"I have," Lincoln answers. "But I always came back."

Outside, a wild and unwelcoming sea. They'll cross it in boats when the weather settles. She tries to imagine herself, rocking up and down on those waves, heady with seasickness, breathing that cold and salty air she could just barely perceive beneath the storm, watching the shore move farther and farther away. She pictures the sky a near-colorless white, perhaps the crossing of a bird above, and as a soundtrack, the creak of wood, the splash of water against wood. Like a story she's been told. Around her more and more of the sea, and the land increasingly distant, until it's a line at the horizon, and the barriers between her and every almost-home she's ever known stacking higher and higher, stretching longer and wider. Once crossed, could she ever cross the ocean again?

A heavy, cold feeling in her stomach. Pinprick shivers along her limbs.

Lincoln holds her closer, rubs her back and sides, tries to warm her as the storm picks up again, lashes of rain against the tent, heavy winds shaking the nylon walls, cracks of lightning she can see with her eyes closed. The rhythm of the waves, the inscrutable sea.

Someday she'll see it wide and endless and calm, a jewel-like blue sparkling with glints of reflected sun. She tries her hardest to swallow down that irrational fear. She'll love the ocean then. The beauty and safety of it will finally become her peace.

[kattarra]

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[linctavia]

You dreamt of me? ... No. I thought of you.

[opponentsheir]