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wife-of-all-dilfs · 2 months

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burning pt. 2 | b. blake

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summary: season three — a daunting decision is to be made. multiple cups of grounder celebration juice, an arrogant bellamy blake, and a desire to prove oneself cause an inevitable outcome.

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

warnings (including all parts): alcohol consumption/intoxication, sensual dancing, jealousy, sexual desecration??, mild possessiveness, arguments, bellamy speaking in trigedaslang (giggling and kicking my feet), dialogue-heavy, manhandling, mild angst, smut, unprotected p in v (do not), reader is short because i’m short, deal with it <3

notes: THIS IS PART TWO OF FROM THE FLAMES!!

word count: 2.6k

No.

Way.

There was absolutely no way I was going to join a horde of drunken warriors dancing around a ten-foot-tall bonfire.

At least, that was what I had told Raven ten minutes ago.

Given the current position in which I was standing (which was just outside the crowd of dancers by a barrel containing a brew that I told myself was just really strong moonshine) and the alcohol oozing through my veins like sweet, molten honey, I think it’s safe to say that I had contradicted myself.

How many drinks had I had now? Two, three? Somewhere around there.

I wasn’t drunk, I swear. Although, I was certainly working my way towards being so. Raven had gently coerced—threatened—me into joining the raunchy dance circle. I had at first refused, but when she began to suggest telling Bellamy my ‘little secret’ if I didn’t do it myself, I reluctantly, very reluctantly, agreed.

So, that was that. I was going to dance. With Grounders. Around a bonfire. In front of Bellamy.

Hence, the drinks.

The only times I had ever danced were during parties back on the Ark, but those were so tame and regulated. This was vastly different. There were no rules, no sophistication, and certainly no guards keeping tabs on how close a girl danced with a boy. The latter was clear as day, taking the form of a couple dancing together a few feet in front of me.

A woman with dark, slicked-back braids and deep bronze skin pushed herself against her partner, a tall man with lengthy facial hair and spike-cuffed fists that must’ve been the size of my head. One of his hands was on her back, the other on her hip, ruching up her long skirt so that it exposed her thighs as she glided her chest up his torso. They grinded and swayed and flowed together in time with the pulsating beat.

Dread grappled me. I had to do that? How the hell do you dance like that in jeans and a tank top?

Through the ever-migrating crowd, I spotted Raven standing with Monty and Harper on the opposite side of the square. Of course, she had already been watching me the whole time. The fear on my face was unmistakable, yet she only sent an impatient nod of her head that said, “Get on with it already.”

If anything, you could always rely on Raven for her persistence.

“Christ, help me.” I plunged my cup into the barrel, fervently bringing its contents back to my lips and down my throat.

“Didn’t take you for a religious one,” came a deep voice from behind me.

I swivelled around, my cup still craned to my lips, and found the incentive for my drinking habits standing before me.

Bellamy.

Gracelessly, I choked as a much too-large mouthful of liquid streamed down my throat. My innards recoiled in on themselves. “Bellamy,” I said, attempting to compose myself. “Hi.” Unfortunately, the abhorrent aftertaste still lurked on my tongue, causing my expression to sour into one of disgust. “God—makes moonshine seem like apple juice.”

Apparently, he found this amusing. A hum of a chuckle bobbed in his throat. “Looks like you’re enjoying the party then.”

A few variations of how I wanted to reply: “I wasn’t until you started talking to me,” “Not really, but if you take me into a back alley right now, I might,” and, just a plain and simple, “I need you.”

What I really said: “Oh, yeah, I’m having a great time. You meet this guy?” I patted the barrel behind me. “Really supportive. We’re becoming good friends.”

He nodded, eyeing me with a quizzical smirk. “I can see that. Maybe you should branch out a bit. Have you met the one called Water yet?”

“You’re funny.”

“Alcohol tends to have that effect on me,” he said, and I laughed. His freckled cheeks rounded into apples and his teeth made a rare appearance; he looked away as if to hide his smile, as if Bellamy Blake couldn’t possibly be anything but serious and brooding. He’s kept my secret; I’ll keep his.

We both observed the crowd and the fire as a new song began to play, standing comfortably, wordlessly, side by side. Maybe ‘wordlessly’ was a bit of a stretch—there was a magnitude of words filling my mind, especially when he began unzipping his jacket and shrugging it off to expose his contoured arms to the fire’s fervour.

His arms…

“How many drinks have you had?”

I blinked. “What?”

He stared at me with a mischievous glint in his eye, draping his jacket on an unlit makeshift barbeque. “I said, what do you think of all this?”

The veil of lust-ridden (let’s call it what it was) fog lifted from my mind, and my brows creased deeply as I attempted to piece together what he was talking about. It took me a few belated seconds before I realized he had been referring to the Grounders and Sky People uniting as one people. I could hardly contain an idiotic smile from breaching my lips—my opinion was important to him.

“It’s—well,” I stammered, “it’s different.” It’s different? If only he knew how badly I wanted to club myself with a brick at that moment. Despite my obvious mental stagnation, he expressed nothing but patience, waiting with a visible longing for my input. So, I tried again, slowly working around the alcohol and shrewd blockages in my brain. “Honestly? It scares me. Their first impression of us was that we were cold-blooded killers and ours of them was the exact same. Ever since we hit the ground, we’ve been at each other’s throats; we’ve all committed so many acts of war.

“I’m scared of how fragile this peace is, how one tiny mistake could lead to the annihilation of our kind or theirs, or even both.” Bellamy watched me with silent contemplation. I continued, “And I’m scared if this peace does break, you’ll be on the front-lines because I know you’ll refuse to be anywhere else. And I know you and I tend to… disagree more often than not, but if you were to die—” I looked down, bashfully scrutinising the toes of my boots “—I think I’d be lost.”

He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. I immediately wished to snatch the words my loosened tongue had released and shove them back down my throat. His silence was writhing excruciatingly through the air, surrounding us like a constricting serpent.

Say something, Bellamy. Say anything.

“I think I’d feel the same,” he finally spoke, and the relief I felt was instant. I looked up at him. His pupils were bowls of sweet melted chocolate as he cocked his head to the side. “What would I do without my favourite sparring partner?”

My heart soared.

My favourite sparring partner.

Favourite.

So much for not smiling like an absolute idiot. I could only pray the fire’s orange light masked the jeopardising tinge of my cheeks, though there was nothing I could do about my blatant staring. Maybe it would have been embarrassing if I were the only one, but Bellamy had the same problem.

Someone seemed to hit ‘pause’on time.

The blood in my veins moved like a tranquil river; my heart expanded and subdued with each slow beat. The voices and bodies around us blurred into one big mass of nothing. All that seemed to be moving was the music drifting down towards us from the tower and Bellamy’s face, which was leaning closer in microscopic intervals, almost unnoticeably. But I noticed.

And then the bonfire roared with a loud crack.

Voices mingled. Bodies shuffled. Time restarted.

Bellamy cleared his throat and looked away, just as I began inspecting the cup in my hand. What was in that stuff? It was supposed to give me the confidence to dance in front of him; he ruined—a term I’ll use loosely—my plans by greeting me directly, so now I was just tipsy for no good reason.

At least now I didn’t have to join a wanton circle of dancing grounders.

Wait.

Was Bellamy going to kiss me?

“Didn’t think I’d see a grounder mating ritual tonight,” muttered Bellamy as he watched the scene with crossed, disapproving arms. The light spirit he had been in before had obviously been overthrown by his usual brooding nature. Funny that—that his mood only soured after hemade it seem like he was going to…

You know.

I turned towards the crowd, away from him (and his damning muscular arms that bulged impossibly over his chest). “You don’t approve?” I asked flatly. His sudden detachment had pissed me right off. “Everyone,” I addressed the partygoers in a hushed tone only Bellamy could hear, “stop dancing right now. Bellamy Blake doesn’t approve of fun.”

“I didn’t say that,” he countered.

“Then go dance.”

“I don’t dance.”

For the second time that night, I contradicted myself. “Well, I do.”

Now that regained his attention. I could see him staring at me in my peripheral vision.

“Right,” he scoffed. “You’re gonna dance.”

Ouch.

His words struck a chord deep inside me, causing my expression to wilt into something defensive. My arms folded promptly over my chest and I turned to stare him down. “Is it so unimaginable?”

“I just can’t picture you dancing,” he spoke with an arrogant grin, as if his viewpoint originated from the truth and mattered above all else.

It was moments like this one that pushed me to judge whether I should indulge in my attraction to Bellamy. Maybe it was the booze talking, but I really just wanted to slap him across the face. If not literally, then maybe figuratively, by proving him wrong.

I’d had this problem ever since I met him: he would tell me to do one thing, and I’d do the complete opposite; it felt like an unspoken rule at this point. Which led me to my next decision.

My arms dropped to my sides. “Good thing you won’t have to in a minute,” I snapped.

I began making for the bonfire and dancers, each of my curt steps fuelled by spite and a chemically altered brain. I just can’t picture you dancing. Yeah, right. I’d give him something to picture, the smug asshole.

“Hey.” A large hand caught my wrist, pulling me back half a step so I that had to stop.

I shot a fiery warning over my shoulder. Bellamy’s eyes reflected regret and a touch of submission; he knew it had been the wrong move and immediately let go of my arm, withdrawing half a step himself in placation.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he spoke cautiously like I was a spooked animal about to attack. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Well, you did upset me.”

“Princess, I—"

I whirled around on my toes and we came face-to-face (well, face-to-collarbone). The swiftness of my actions must’ve caught him off-guard because he cut himself short mid-sentence and the bulge of his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously in his throat.

The scorching intensity of my gaze was pointed directly up at him now, just daring him to speak another word. He didn’t. His mouth had set into a hard, impenetrable line that represented his oath of silence. It was a smart choice, but, god, he had gotten me so riled up that whether he was smart no longer mattered.

I just couldn’t help myself.

The gap between us shortened as I took a smooth step forward, keeping us connected by the eyes. A challenge in the form of a scornful smile broke across my lips. “No leaning in this time, huh?” I spoke.

Bellamy’s eyes twitched into squints, his jaw clenching in unison. It was strange how he took offence to being called out on something he had done—a common trait in those affected by frequently un-called-out arrogance, no doubt. I’d have to start helping him out with that.

A bomb was ticking beneath his skin and I knew firsthand how short the fuse was. Subconsciously, I think I wanted to blow it. Subconsciously, I think I enjoyed it: the arguing, the tension, the heat. I enjoyed how we knew exactly what set each other off and how intimate knowing such information about one another was. I enjoyed getting in his face and him getting in mine.

I enjoyed the moments when it would become blatantly obvious that the tension between us never originated from a place of hate or malice, but from somewhere deeper, fleshier.

Or was I so impaired that it was really just me?

Thoughts calculated behind his hooded gaze—of hate, of malice, of flesh, I wasn’t sure. And just when I thought he wasn’t going to reply at all, his neck hollowed with a deep inhale, and he leaned down to my height. My heart dropped to an unspeakable place. His breath was hot on the tip of my ear, “Did you want me to lean in?”

I stared at his shoulder, trying to conceal the shiver trickling down my neck and over my breasts and much, much further below. He lingered in place for a half-second longer before returning to full height. Can you guess the shape his lips made as he scanned my perplexed expression? It’s not difficult.

I was going to slap him. Not out of dislike: but because how dare he make me want him so badly? And in front of so many people? And without even knowing that I actually did want him and it wasn’t just the alcohol that was making us both sexually frustrated?

I swear to god I was going to slap him. My hand flexed, but before I could act, the universe made evident that it was on Bellamy’s side.

The sudden bellow of horns signalled a change of song. Our attention was dragged away from one another, turning to the celebratory howls and shouts echoing between those surrounding the bonfire. The flames had exploded to new heights as someone fed more wood to the base. It burned so brightly, so dangerously that if I didn’t know any better, I’d have mistaken it for a god.

The horns vibrated in the air, repeating over and over as more instruments were introduced to create something dark and haunting. Slowly, I began to smile. I knew what I was going to do now, and it certainly wasn’t slapping the smirk off of Bellamy Blake’s face.

“Sorry, Blake,” I voiced over the music. We were looking at each other now; somehow in those ten seconds we were distracted I must’ve sucked him dry of pride and consumed it myself, because I now wore the smirk, and he wore the confusion. One last time, I downed a gulp of my drink and said, “Places to be.”

And then I was gone, heading straight for the crowd of orange-skinned dancers, slick, sweating bodies, and pulsating horns. I’d hoped that last drink would kick in fast, especially if Bellamy’s eyes were to be as vigilant as ever.

part three {to be written}

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petrichor-idyllic · 2 years

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okmcintyre · 8 months

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send me a character and I'll list:

favourite thing about them: I loved that Harper was such a soft, supportive soul while ALSO being a badass guardsman! 💪💙

least favourite thing about them: absolutely nothing! she was a GEM and I can't even think of a critique... 💫

favourite line: this one for sure! ⤵️

brOTP: MILLER, Monroe & spacekru ladies

OTP: Monty for sure 🌱

nOTP: jasper x harper, I think they'd have been a clunky match in the end??

random headcanon: She used to constantly tell Jordan stories about the dropship (some that Monty preferred he didn't hear, at the young age) and went out of her way to teach her son to be as brave as he is loving 🌳

unpopular opinion: idk if it's unpopular, but it's CRIMINAL how little she's mentioned after S5! She deserved more!!

song i associate with them: This one, because I imagine this is something like how she felt after Praimfaya and the Ring

favourite picture of them: LOVED this look!

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datenightfright · 6 months

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Harper Comes Home

Pairing: Tex Sawyer x Fem!OC

Summary: It's love at first sight when Tex meets Harper. They'd do anything to keep each other to themselves...anything at all.

Warnings: None in this Chapter.

A/N: Been going through the TCM tapes again...guess who's back on the cannibal train?

When the Sawyer clan rolled into Fuller, there had been a great to-do. There had been barbeque, beer, and laughter. Tinker and Monty had managed to hook up an old beat-up beetle to a small generator and the field had been filled with good old country music. It was a night to get sentimental over for years to come. A grand old time with the family.

Fuller was a quiet, deserted town. Tex had been looking forward to moving in. That morning, before the family woke up, he snuck out and drove around town to try and stake out his own property. He found a few promising leads on the edge of town, but nothing was set yet. As soon as the sun came up, he helped himself to Luda Ma’s pantry and began breakfast for everyone. Nothing complicated, eggs, sausage, bacon, and biscuits. Easy, standard fair. Thomas and Bubba got up early and went out to work in the field. The rest of the family, having imbibed a little much last night, had just started stirring as he placed the last plates of breakfast on the table. It wasn’t going to fit everyone, but the family didn’t really eat breakfast together anyway, it was the dinners that were important.

The Hewitt home hadn’t been big enough for the entire Sawyer-Hewitt clan, so most of the family had stayed outside in the trailers Monty pulled onto the property. Anna, Babi, and Tex were the only ones to stay inside the house proper. Baby had tried to get into a room that was locked, but no matter how much she cried or carried on, Hoyt wouldn’t let her in. Earlier last night, Tex overheard Luda Mae explain it to his mother, Anne. “It’s a very special room,” the old woman had said, “We keep it locked-” she paused trying to find the right words, “We keep it locked for memory’s sake.”

Tex was just about to call everyone down when Tommy’s massive frame slammed through the front door, clearly excited about something. Before Tex could say anything, Luda Mae tromped down the stairs. “What the hell’s gotten into you boy? Tearing up my-” she didn’t get to finish her sentence as Tommy took her by the hand and all but dragged her out of the house. Tex followed, curious to see what the hell was going on. Bubba was already standing on the porch, looking just as confused as his brother.

Tommy pointed excitedly out at the road. A large green pickup was kicking up a hell of a lot of dirt as it bumped down the lane. “Oh my god,” Luda Mae whispered. Then she turned and began yelling, “Hoyt! Hoyt get your ass done here now!” Sheriff Hewitt appeared seconds later, a shotgun in his hand. “What the hell’s gotten into you Momma?” he asked, stepping out onto the porch. Tex was really interested now.

Hoyt spotted the car, which had made it all the way down the road and was now swinging into an open space next to Tinker’s truck. “I’ll be damned,” Hoy says, handing Tommy the gun. The boy ducks into the house for a moment to put it next to the door. Tex watches as the mystery person parks the truck and steps out. His jaw drops.

The woman is around his age, and the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. The shorts she wore were tiny, held up by a belt with a large brass buckle as was tradition in Texas. Her thighs were mouthwateringly thick, richly tanned skin that made him think she was that color all year round. Her black hair curled wildly into ringlets swaying freely in the breeze. Her tank top showed off strong well-muscled arms. He immediately wanted to wrap himself up in her for eternity. He’d seen pretty girls before, but she was something else entirely.

“I’ll be damned!” Hoyt said a little louder that time. “Harp, that you baby girl?” He stepped off the porch and trotted towards the girl, Luda Mae and Tommy were close behind. Monty had somehow pushed his way onto the porch and was muttering to himself. “Can’t believe she’s here,” He shook his head, “just can’t believe it.”

“Hi Daddy!” The girl calls, opening her arms wide and falling into Hoyt. He picked her up just enough for her feet to dangle. He put her down and moved back so Luda Mae could hug her. “Hey Momma Mae,” she said, kissing the woman’s check. “Look at you!” Luda says, rocking the girl back and forth in a tight hug. Tex watch, mildly impressed as Tommy, the last of the three to greet her, picks her up and tosses her in the air as though she were nothing but a small child. Her resulting screech and giggle made his heart drop into his stomach. Shit, he was in love already. “Hey Uncle Tommy,” she says, breathless as he sets her down. They bump cheeks as well.

The new girl, Harp, stops short when she sees everyone in the background, looking at her. Hoyt pats her on the shoulder. “It’s a family reunion,” he says, kissing her temple one more time. “Lemme get yer shit, Momma will introduce you to everyone.” Luda takes Harp’s hand and leads her towards the Sawyers, all are watching her intently, unsure about the new stranger. Tommy and Hoyt busy themselves with getting in the truck and getting her things. “Everyone, this is Harper, my granddaughter. Harper, these are the Sawyers.” Harper smiled politely as Luda Mae rattled off names. Tex is disappointed her gaze doesn’t linger on him. Considering the circumstances though, he doesn’t blame her for being a little overwhelmed. She stoops to hug Monty, kissing him on the cheek as well.

Before the awkwardness sets in, Tex flashes her a big smile, “You’re just in time for breakfast.” he tells her. She smiles back at him, and he feels faint. Stepping out of the safety of her grandmother’s arms she hops onto the porch, and into the coolness of the house. Tex gets a whiff of her perfume and has to steady himself on one of the columns. Yup, it was true, it was love at first sight, and her name was Harper Hewitt.

Her name wasn’t Harper Hewitt, it was Harper Breaux-Hewitt. She’d been raised outside of the family, in Louisiana. She attended school there. “College,” Hoyt said, looking proudly at her. It was well past breakfast, but the word that Harper was home traveled to other members of the family. So, everyone was outside, snacking on the remnants of bacon and sausage. “Smartest Hewitt in the family. She’s got a full ride, don’t you baby girl?” Harper shrunk into herself, a little shy. “Yeah,” she said, fingering the condensation on her glass of orange juice. “My little girl is gonna be an archivist,” Hoyt continued as though he knew what the was. Harper managed to squeak out a giggle.

“That’s groovy!” Chop Top says. Tex glares at him. He’d wanted to sit next to her, but the twins had insinuated themselves on either side of her. Nubbins had taken so many pictures of her during breakfast, he’d run out of film, Chop Top kept talking to her about anything that popped into his brain. Both boys kept her occupied. “What’s an archivist do?” Chop Top asks her, slightly confused, “I take old things, like books, and clean them up.” Harper says. “Really? Old books?” Nubbins says, “Who wants to read old books?” Tex feels himself getting angry. Taking care of old books is a fine job, he thought. He looks at her hands, they looked delicate enough to be able to handle things gently. He stops his mind from going off into dangerous territory. “Well, I also take care of old pictures,” she says, waving around one of Nubbins’ polaroids. “Which kinda brings me as to why I’m here.”

Hoyt looks at her interestedly. Harper finally sits up. Something shiny catches Tex’s eye, a chain around her neck. “Professor Locke has agreed to let me work on my project remotely,” She begins to explain, “I only have to go back onto campus once or twice a month,” Luda Mae and Ms. Tea all exclaim in happiness catching on immediately. “You’re moving back to Fuller!” Luda Mae says, “Finally.” Harper lets out another charming giggle. “Yeah, I was gonna take one of the houses in town, fix it up the way I need.”

“Plenty of empty houses around here, you can have whatever one you want.” Hoyt declares. Harper brightens up. Tex feels his heart give a painful squeeze at her real smile. She had fucking dimples; how much cuter could she get? “Really?” She says, clasping her hands against her chest. “Can I daddy?” Hoyt nods, ego inflated thanks to his daughter’s attention. Tex understands, if he had Harper’s attention, he’d be besides himself. “’Course you can. We’ll move you in tomorrow.” Haper squeals and gets up to hug him. “Thank you!” She giggles, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She places a kiss on his cheek. “C’mon Tommy! Come help me with the attic,” She grabs Tommy’s hand. With no hesitation he lets himself be dragged off into the house.

#tex sawyer #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #penelope writes

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 2 years

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Virago 36. Fry Her

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

Post Date: 09.23.2022

Word count: 3k

Based off: 03x11 “Nevermore”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Masterlist

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You all head back to the cave to gather your stuff before heading back to Arkadia.

“I don’t understand it either. Something about those chips,” Monty says as you nod in agreement.

“We’ll know soon enough. Be ready,” Sinclair replies.

“O, wait. You can’t just leave,” Bellamy says as the two of you notice Octavia packing up.

“Watch me,” She replies.

“You heard what Jasper said on the radio. Arkadia is not safe,” Bellamy replies back.

“What Jasper said sounds insane. Pike’s gone. I can handle myself. Grounders burn their dead,” Octavia says.

“I know that. And then what? Where are you gonna go?” Bellamy says.

“You don’t get to ask me that,” Octavia snaps.

“What more do I have to do to prove that I am on your side?” Bellamy asks.

“Bring Lincoln back. Turning Pike in does not make you one of the good guys, Bellamy. You did that to save me. Not because what you thought Pike was doing to the Grounders was wrong. ” O responds.

“The Grounders were starving us out,” Bellamy states.

“Because you massacred an army that was sent to protect us,” You interrupt.

“That army could have attacked us at any time, and you both know that,” Bellamy says, turning his attention to you.

“But they didn’t attack. You did that,” You say.

“You were hurting, and you lashed out. Because that’s what you do. There are consequences, Bel. People get hurt. People die. Your people. Monroe’s dead. Lincoln is dead,” Octavia adds before walking away. Bellamy goes to follow O out of the cave, and you hear the noise of an approaching rover.

“They’re here,” You hear Miller say from outside the cave. You walk out of the cave and see Clarke get out of the rover.

“Need your help! We have to get her inside before she wakes up!” You hear Jasper yell and look to see him carrying Raven.

“Were you followed?” Bellamy asks.

“Maybe. I don’t know.,” Jasper responds.

“Get to the ridge. Radio if you spot anyone following. Harper will stay here on watch,” Miller says.

“Octavia, come one. We need you,” Clarke says as you all head into the cave.

“What the hell happened to her?” Sinclair asks.

“I told you on the radio, Raven is not Raven anymore. None of them are. Jaha has been chipping everyone,” Jasper explains.

“Jasper’s right. I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Clarke confirms.

“I don’t need your help, all right?” Jasper snaps.

“Just take it easy and explain,” You say calmly.

“Jaha is using the chips to control everyone. You swallow it, and it changes you. You forget who you are, and then you see this thing, Alie. Only she’s not really there. She made Raven slit her own wrists. She was trying to get her out of her head. I was trying to help her but –,” Jasper explains.

“Okay, so let’s help her now. Did she say how?” Sinclair interrupts.

“She was working on building something. She needed one of her old wristbands, but Jaha destroyed all of them,” Jasper says.

“Wait a second,” Clarke says before pulling out a little item of some sort. “Does it look like this?” Clarke says.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says.

Suddenly, you notice Raven running away, and you all chase after her, “Don’t let her get away,” Clarke yells.

“It’s just woods. I can’t see anything,” Raven says as everyone goes to restrain her.

“If Raven finds out where we are, so will Alie. She’ll come for her,” Jasper says before sticking something in her neck.

“We have to go,” Clarke says.

“Why? Alie doesn’t know where we are,” Bellamy questions.

“Because I know where we can get a wristband,” Clarke says. You pack everything up and head to some outpost Clarke tells you about.

“I’ll talk to her,” Clarke says.

“I’ll go with you,” You say and get out of the rover.

“I thought you said she was a friend,” Octavia says after noticing the blade the woman is holding.

“We’ll handle it. Just stay here,” Clarke says.

“Skaikru is not welcome here, Wanheda,” The woman says as you approach.

“Niylah, what’s wrong?” Clarke asks the woman.

“She’s waking up. Hurry! Let’s get her inside,” You hear Sinclair.

��Is your father here?” Clarke asks.

“My father’s dead. Part of an army killed by your people while trying to protect you,” Niylah says.

“Niylah, please.” Clarke asks.

“I said no,” She responds.

“We haven’t got time for this. Move! Move!” Bellamy says, coming up with his gun ready. “Get her in there,” Bellamy says.

“I told you my mom was here. If she was chipped, Alie would know,” Monty states.

“That’s why we’re putting her in the back, through there,” Clarke says. “Tie her to the bed,” Clarke says, tossing you some rope.

Raven begins to struggle and takes off her blindfold, “Where the hell am I?” She yells.

“Hold her,” Sinclair says. As she struggles, you all begin to tie her to the bed. She punches you in the face as she fights everyone to find out where she is.

“Hold her hands! Fight it!” Bellamy says as you all are finally able to get her hands and feet restrained.

“Let me go!” She yells as you all watch her.

You walk out from the back with Clarke, Monty, and Sinclair to talk about a game plan. “How the hell do we get that thing out of her head?” You ask.

“Working on it,” Monty replies before Clarke talks to Niylah.

Bellamy walks back to you, “ You okay?” He asks, noticing you rub your face.

“Yeh. You?” You respond.

“Fine,” He responds.

You all file into a different room to figure out how Raven wanted to use the old wristband. “Niylah said we can work in here. So how do we do this?” Clarke says.

“We think Raven wanted to use this wristband to generate an EMP. Which is freakishly brilliant,” Sinclair explains as Monty inspects it.

“Meaning what?” Bellamy asks.

“A targeted electromagnetic pulse could destroy the chip’s circuitry. We could use this to send an EMP along Raven’s own nervous system. Just need to reverse the polarity, wire for external input, and attach a battery,” Sinclair further explains.

“But what would that do to her?” You ask.

“EMPs don’t affect our bodies. But I don’t know the mechanics of how this chip integrates with her brain,” Sinclair says.

“This was Raven’s plan. She wouldn’t do it if it was gonna destroy her brain,” Bellamy says.

“Depends how bad she wanted it out,” Octavia says, coming into the room.

“Regardless, without an electromagnet, this is just talk,” Sinclair says.

“Where do we get one?” You ask.

“The Ark. Every station had a pulsed inductive thruster for maneuvering,” Sinclair says.

“Arkadia’s out of the question. It’s too dangerous, you heard them,” Bellamy states.

“We use the dropship. It has PI thrusters just like the Ark,” Monty says.

“That’s good. Okay. I’ll go salvage the magnet,” Sinclair says.

“Uhh no. You should stay with Raven and figure out how this thing works. I’ll take the rover. Be back by the time you finish the device,” Monty says.

“I’ll go with you,” Octavia says.

“Guys!” You hear Jasper yell from the other room. You get into the room and see Raven trying to get her ties off and Jasper standing there and doing nothing.

“Stop her!” You urge.

“Jasper, get that side,” Bellamy says.

“She’s reopened her wounds. She’s gonna bleed to death. I need bandages.” Clarke says.

“Raven, stop fighting us,” You say as Clarke tries to clean up her wounds.

“Alie. Alie. Alie! Look at me. I know you can hear this. Why are you doing this to her? Let her go,” Jasper says.

“I’ll let her go when you give me what I want. The technology that Clarke carries, it belongs to me,” Raven says in a voice that's not hers.

“No way,” Clarke says.

“Clarke, just give it to her. Clarke!” Jasper says.

“If you let Raven die, you’ll never get it,” Clarke responds. All of a sudden, Raven stops struggling. “Untie her wrist. Hold her steady,” Clarke says and then works on fixing Raven’s shoulder.

“Clarke. She’s never gonna stop trying to get away. We can’t let her hurt herself again. Someone has to stay with her,” You state.

“I’ll be first watch. We’ll take turns,” Clarke says.

“You don't give the orders, Clarke,” Jasper erupts.

“Guess he doesn’t forgive you for murdering his girlfriend,” Raven says.

“Jasper, take a break,” You say before walking back into the front of the outpost.

“Hey, you good?” You hear Bellamy say from behind you.

“Just peachy,” You respond sarcastically. “You?”

“Could be better,” Bellamy says. “You sure you’re good?” He asks, rubbing where Raven punched you.

“Yeh. Just a little scratch,” You say and move his hand from your face.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way,” He says.

“Sorry? You massacred an army that wouldn’t have attacked if it weren’t for you and Pike. Maybe we could’ve avoided this chaos if you stopped him,” You say.

“I understand what I did was wrong, but –” Bellamy starts before you hear Clarke yelling from inside the tradepost. The both of you rush in and pull Clarke out of the room.

“I’ll take next watch,” You say and head into the room with Raven. “Don’t even think about it, Alie, “ You say, knowing that she’ll try to get into your head too. Bellamy and Jasper come in to join you a few moments later, taking the seats on the other side of the table.

“Look at your united front,” Raven says. “Tell me, why do you give Bellamy a pass for murdering your girlfriend? What was her name?” Raven asks.

“Don’t talk about Maya, “ Jasper says under his breath.

“You don’t have to listen to this,” You say.

“Let’s protect Jasper. Jasper’s so sensitive. Jasper’s lost someone. Everyone cater to his feelings. We’ve all lost someone. You don’t see us falling apart. You don’t see us getting wasted. Being useless,” Raven taunts.

“No, you took a pill to take your pain away. You gave up your memories,” Jasper responds.

“But then, why should we expect anything more? You used to get high off people’s medicine. Being a selfish loser was your only move,” Raven says.

“Stop,” Jasper says.

“That’s all we see when we look at you. A coward. A waste of breath. Why do you even bother living? You’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t save me. You can’t even save yourself. You couldn’t save whats-her name,” Raven continues.

“You know her name!” Jasper bursts out.

“Jasper, think. It’s not Raven talking. And you’re giving her what she wants. Go, “You say to Jasper. He thinks a little bit before walking out of the room, realizing you were right.

“And then there were two. The two that couldn’t even save their own parents. Did you know that you two shared that? That you both killed your own parents? You,” Raven taunts, turning her head towards you. “You killed all those guards and yet still failed at saving him. In fact, you killed both of your parents. Even after stealing all that medicine, your mom still didn’t survive her sickness,” Raven says.

“You don’t know me or have a right to speak about my life,” You say.

“And now, you’re trying to run away from that life, the life of a comfortable, privileged, little girl with parents on the Council. You have been ever since you were locked up. Making sure no one knew who you used to be. Pretending to be someone who didn’t have the privileges that you did,” Raven continues.

“What makes you think that?” I question.

“And you,” Raven says, turning her head to Bellamy. “Does it bother you that you don’t get any credit for the genocide at Mount Weather? Clarke gets to be the Commander of Death, but you murdered all these people, too, and you’re just forgotten. Then again…you didn’t get any credit for the culling on the Ark, either. How many people suffocated when you threw away my radio? You know, at least Clarke was saving her own people. You were just saving your own ass. Of course, that’s nothing… compared to killing your own mom. Just. Like. Y/N. You just had to take little sister to her first dance. You might as well have just shoved Aurora out the airlock yourself. Do you think she would be proud of you now? For the kind of leader, you’ve become? Or would she see the truth, like the rest of us do? That you're a follower. Clarke’s been back one day, and you’re already taking orders. Too bad you were never that devoted to Gina,” raven says.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bellamy says back.

“Don’t worry. Gina was already dead when mount weather blew up. And you avenged her, right? I mean, you picked up a gun and slaughtered an army that was sent to protect us. That had nothing to do with blowing sweet Gina to bits. But, hey, a grounders a grounder, right?” Raven says as Niylah enters the room.

“My father… you killed him,” Niylah says and slaps Bellamy.

“Niylah. Niylah. You can’t be in here,” Clarke says as she tries to drag her out.

“It’s too late. Raven’s already seen her. Alie knows we’re here,” jasper says, upset.

You follow Bellamy outside and watch as he kicks a barrel over. Knowing he’s upset. He starts to punch something, and you run towards him. “Bell, Bell. Hey,” You say, taking his hand into yours. “She’s getting into your head, trying to rile you up. Just like she’s done to the rest of us. You know what she said isn’t true,” You say.

“Yes, it is,” He responds.

“Look, yes. Some of the facts are right, but Alie. She doesn’t know the real you,” You say.

He sighs, “Are you ok? I mean the things–,” He starts.

“I’m fine,” You say as you hear a rover approach.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” You say and kiss his cheek. Luckily it was Monty and Octavia.

“What happened?” You ask as Monty just walks past both of you. You all make it back to the room Ravenn is in as Sinclair starts to explain when needs to be done.

“All we have to do is connect her and activate the electromagnet,” Sinclair says. You all start to work on getting everything set up, but Raven struggles and then begins banging her head on the back of the bed.

“She’s trying to kill herself,” Bellamy realizes. You all struggle to restrain her, but it's no use.

“Stop, and I’ll give you this,” Clarke says as she holds up the Flame. Raven immediately stops, and you quickly grab the wristband and put it on Raven.

“No, you lied! You lied! No. No, please, don’t. The MEP will give me brain damage. You know it will. Please, don’t do this,” Raven pleads.

“Don’t listen to her,” Octavia says.

“Please. You know it will! Sinclair, stop! Sinclair, no. No!” Raven continues to plead.

“We’ve only got one shot at this. EMP will fry the wristband, too,” Sinclair says.

“Do it,” Bellamy says. Once everything was ready, Sinclair quickly works to start the EMP.

“What’s happening?” You ask as it seemed like nothing had happened.

“Nothing. We need more power. The battery’s not strong enough,” Sinclair says.

“Well, then get one, that is,” Clarke says.

“The rover,” Monty responds. Monty and Bellamy go to grab the battery from the rover and switch it out for the other battery. Sinclair activates the EMP, and Raven screams out in pain before her body finally relaxes.

“She’s breathing,” You say as you feel her pulse.

“Raven? Come on, Raven. Hey. Come on, wake up,” Clarke says, shaking her.

“What are you doing?” Clarke says as Jasper hastily moves to the other side of the room.

“Don’t move!,” He says, placing the box with the Flame in it on the table.

“No. You can’t. No. Give it back,” Clarke says.

“Alie did that to Raven. She’s never gonna get this!” Jasper says as he gets ready to smash the Flame.

“Don’t! Stop. it’s Lexa. part of her is still in there. I saw them cut it out of her head. I’m not…” Clarke says before stopping herself.

“What is it?” Bellamy asks.

“Both the AIs were made by the same person. Both tap into human consciousness. They must work similarly, right?” Clarke asks.

“Well, there’s probably only one pathway to consciousness, so it’s possible, yeah,” Sinclair says.

“What does this have to do with anything?” Octavia asks.

“I’ve seen an AI get removed before. Help me get her on her side,” Clarke says, and you all work to move Raven. “Get that med kit from my bag,” Clarke requests and cuts into the back of Raven’s neck. Soon enough, a gross goo comes out of her neck.

“What is that?” You ask.

“It must be whatever’s left of the chip,” Sinclair says. Soon enough, Raven starts to wake up.

“I never thought i’d be so happy to see someone in pain,” Octavia says, noticing how stiff Raven is from all of the pain she put herself in.

“I could’ve saved my mom,” Monty says. Making you realize that his mom had died when they went to the Dropship. He walks out of the room before anyone could say anything.

“Alie knows we're here. We gotta move,” Bellamy says, and you all begin to pack up.

You go to wrap some cloth around the hand that Bellamy injured, “You’ll recover,” You say.

“Will I?” He responds. “What do you do when you realize…you might not be the good guy?” He questions.

“Maybe there are no good guys,” You respond. You start to walk off to help load the rover, but Bellamy grabs your arm.

“Hey. Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t want to tal–” Bellamy says.

“We need to go,” You say, pushing him off and going to load the rover.

“Hey. there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why did Alie want you to kill yourself?” Clarke asks Raven.

“Because I know why she wants a second AI,” Raven says.

“Why?” Bellamy questions.

“It’s the only thing that can stop her,” Raven reveals.

“Then let’s stop her. We survive together,” Octavia says, and you all get into the rover.

A/N: Welcome back to the world of the 100. Sorry for the hiatus, and thanks for reading.

#The 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 imagine #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #octavia blake #clarke griffin #monty green #raven reyes #jasper jordan #100virago

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Nothing left (Bellamy Blake X Reader) Season 2 Chapter Eight

Y/n pov:

*I gasps as I woke up I saw nothing but brightness around me* I wasn't in the drop ship no more that was clear enough but where was I? *Sitting up I saw a women walk in* "Your awake"She started *grabbing the knife off the table I quickly grabbed her holding it up to her neck to which a guy came in* "Y/n it's okay you can put that down we are not a threat to you and your people"He said my people? that means they are here "who are you people and how do you know my name"I said cautiously "I am the owner of the mountain please let maya free she didn't do anything wrong"He said to which I did

*I watched as he snapped his finger and the women brought in the clothing* "I let you change in peace"The man said "Thanks"I said quietly

*Looking through the clothing I grabbed a black tanktop and a black jacket and some black jeans I quickly slip everything on and broke the hell off of the high heel and slipped into my sleeve before putting on platform black boots and kept my hair down*

*Getting to the room I saw Clarke first and I quickly went up to her* "where is everyone?"I asked her "Monty Harper and Jasper are here and so is everyone else but a lot of us are still missing"Clarke said "Is Bellamy here?"I asked "No I'm sorry"Clarke said

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that was just day one of staying here me and Clarke knew there was something wrong with this mountain and we we're right we found out that the people here we're using the grounders blood for they're own personal use it made me sick to my stomach

"Y/n are you not coming?"Clarke asked "No I am going to stay with the others but you need to get our people to come here as soon as possible"I said to her "Okay stay safe"Clarke said "You too"I said

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*Returning back to the dorms I looked at the group* "Have you seen Clarke?"Jasper asked "No why?"I asked "I don't know you been hanging around her"Jasper said Monty gave me that look and I knew he wasn't going to let it go

*Leading Monty somewhere private and out of ears* "So what do you know?"He asked "there whole lot of grounders in cages being used as blood bags they're taking they're blood Monty if they are doing that to the grounders who knows what they are going to do to us"I said "How do we tell the others I mean they already adjusted to the new life here and Jasper attached to Maya"Monty said "look we will figure out something for now we need to act like we know nothing and try to act normal"I said which caused Monty to nod

Everything was far from normal I just hope Clarke will succeeded with getting us all out of here if not then we will all fail and die here and I don't want that for now we need to act normal and act like we aren't be held hostage which means we can't alert any of the others.

---To be continued--

#romance #fanfic #bellamy blake x reader #love

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 10 months

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20 questions For Fic Writers

tagged by @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 – thank you so much darling!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 76 on my main account, 3 on my secondary

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 889,141

3. What fandoms do you write for? The 100, Stranger Things, and Six of Crows are my main three. On my semi-secret 🌶️ AO3 account, I did one Until Dawn AU and I could see that account exploring a few more fandoms. As for my main, I'm not sure if it'll change up any time soon!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I've recently fallen a bit behind, but I'd love to wrap them up before the end of the year. It's rare enough (at least for me) to get any comments so I do try to make sure I follow up even it's just a quick thanks!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? For one of @troped-fanfic-challenge 's old Chopped Challenges, there was an angst round and I absolutely wrote the most angsty thing I've ever written.

"and the road gets tough" [Harper x Monty] | wc: 4.5k | rated: M | tags: roadtrip au, season 4!Harper, warnings for implied character death

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? A lot of my old Stranger Things fics are pretty fluffy, but I'd say that my Bellarke/Gilmore Girls AU is definitely a pretty specific happy ending. Especially in terms of how happy I am I guess with capturing the feel I wanted for it!

"dance away your fear of love" [Bellarke] | rated: T | wc: 6.1k | tags: Gilmore Girls AU, exes to friends to lovers, pining, co-parenting

8. Do you get hate on fics? I never really have, I feel thankful! I get the occasional odd comment but nothing has ever come across as actual "hate" in my opinion.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do! Sort of. I'm a bit of a fade to black writer on my main account. I'm someone that's very comfortable with sex being in stories, whether simply for pleasure or for plot/character devices, but I actually rarely write it myself. It doesn't always feel authentic for my own stories or necessarily for it to be explicit. Except of course for the fore-mentioned 🌶️ account, that naturally is extremely explicit lol. And for that smut, it's more the themes that I try to push than the actual smut itself.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? If I'm remembering correctly, in middle school I tried writing a Harry Potter x Young Dracula AU. But I'm not very interested in crossovers in general!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge! Hopefully not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I haven't, or at least no one has ever reached out if they have. It's such a cool concept though! Fanfic is such a cool community overall!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? So approximately 15+ years ago, an old friend and I co-wrote a "book" together (it was absolutely just OC-based fanfic for Peter and the Starcatchers and definitely not actually as original as we thought). And I'd get feedback from my friends for our old OC-insert Harry Potter stories, but I did write those on my own. But all of that was in middle school so it's been a long time!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? I'm pretty equally feral for Bellarke (The 100) and Scully/Mulder (The X-Files), even though I don't write anything for the latter!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Let's pretend in good faith I'll finish all of the ones I've started. Though this might be awarded to my Bellarke, dark magic fantasy AU one. I have a lot of cool ideas for it but I have a hunch it'll be one that's always out of reach of being completed. Also seemingly no one checked it out compared to my usual fics so I don't think anyone is curious, which shouldn't ever really be a deciding factor but never helps!

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd definitely say world building! I'm a designer/artist/occasional photographer outside of ~fandom~ so I'm actually much more of a visual person than I am anything else. And writing gives me a chance to create the visions I have in my head! World building and atmosphere is my favorite part and I like to think it's my biggest strength! Also I like to make things feel canon, which I think I'm pretty good at.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I routinely say dialogue, though I think scalable levels of plot that feel both interesting but still fun. I'm much better at themes and main concepts than I am at smaller plot points to get there.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Probably a great idea! I've just never really had a need to, but I think if it fits then it's a fun detail to add. I'd just try to really make sure I did it correctly (or as close as possible).

19. First fandom you wrote for? I'm about 98% sure it was Harry Potter. Peter Pan holds a potential close second option.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? This is a tricky one, probably comes down to two for different reasons. One because it was incredibly self-indulgent and an AU of one of my favorite movies. The other because it was my longest fic and I actually think I maintained the quality the whole way through, while also finishing it at a normal pace!

Tagging: @kinetic-elaboration, @carrieeve, @thelittlefanpire, @lucascsinclairs, and uhhh anyone else who wants to do this and tag me!

#get to know me #kathryn writes

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