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[mystra-midnight]

Roan Kom Azgeda

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⚜ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒

⚜ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

⚜ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐔’𝐒

[fanficimagery]

Imagine being chosen by your King to be one of many from Azgeda to join Wonkru in the bunker before Praimfaya hits. You go with a heavy heart because your significant other has been banished, but imagine your surprise when Echo is alive and well after Bellamy and Clarke free Wonkru from your tomb. Just when you think it's going to be a happy reunion.. it all takes a turn for the worse. Until it doesn't.

Author's Note: Since this is obviously AU, Roan never went into the Conclave. Instead he chose Azgeda's best warrior who ended up losing to Octavia. Octavia ended up having a soft spot for Roan after he did the honorable thing and banished Echo when she was caught trying to help Azgeda cheat, and he had no problem deferring to Osleya after Praimfaya.

P.S - The beginning might seem like I'm bashing Echo, but I swear I didn't mean for that to happen! I love Echo. I intended for this to be an Echo X Reader, but Roan slithered in and took control.

GIF not mine. If you want credit and/or it removed, please let me know asap!

Roan X Reader

Six years in the bunker changes you. It changes everyone whether it be for the better or not, and being secluded underground just made everything worse. Life just mere days after Praimfaya really opened everyone's eyes and it was a fight to be where Wonkru is now. And though there were many rebellions, people quickly got on board with things the Wonkru way to survive.

Several people stepped up, others stepped aside, and the rest learned to follow. Octavia had taken you under her wing when she saw a promising strength within you, and with Indra's help the both of them groomed you to be Blodreina's Second-in-Command. So when Wanheda and Bellamy Blake broke into the bunker to finally free you, you took up your position behind Octavia's right shoulder as you watched your people be lifted out in pairs. Something with the new Skaikru was amiss, but one look from Blodreina had you remaining quiet until everyone was out and you could speak in private.

Then everything went to hell.

The new Skaikru wanted Shadow Valley for themselves and were willing to kill for it. Octavia was a threat, as was Clarke, and it was war all over again. When Octavia demanded Wonkru march on Shadow Valley where the new Skaikru had taken over, Clarke tried to dissuade her. Octavia, however, was having none of Clarke's opinion and marched on either way. And that- that was a mistake. Because in the sand lived worms that were capable of infecting humans and leaving eggs to hatch inside them. When one of Wonkru went down, it was rush to try and save his life only for numerous of worms to explode out of him. In a rush to kill them and move out of the way, Octavia ended up a worm in her arm that Clarke was quick to cut back out.

Then Blodreina was informed that missiles were on the way and the only way to hide from the apparent camera in the sky was to hide out in the middle of a sandstorm with sand that cut like glass. With Octavia weak from blood loss, it was your job to cover her as Wonkru formed a circle around the both of you to take the brunt of the storm.

The following morning when Octavia is awake and Clarke manages to properly bandage the wound on her arm, Octavia thanks her. Then Bellamy steps in to speak with his little sister and while it seems like a peaceful moment between siblings, Octavia then threatens him to never speak up against Wonkru again. Bellamy seems shocked, but the rumbling of an engine diverts his attention. As Wonkru becomes antsy at the arrival of the vehicle, Bellamy and Clarke shout out that they're friends of theirs.

As Bellamy walks off, you grasp Octavia's hand and help her stand as to not show any more weakness. Taking position behind her shoulder once more, your gaze remains on the vehicle as the doors open.. and you freeze. Your eyes widen and it feels like there's a tight grip on your heart as you watch a familiar face appear.

Choking back a strangled sob and clenching your hands at your side, you gulp when Octavia glances over her shoulder at you. There's so much anger in her features at the sight of Echo and tears prick the corners of your eyes. "Please. Give her a chance," you plead.

"Why?"

Your jaw clenches and you will your tears not to fall. You haven't cried in so long and you can't afford for Wonkru to see such a weakness. "She's- she's.."

"She's her wife." The voice of Roan startles you and your head snaps in his direction. He offers you a nod as he takes up your side and you smile tightly in return before looking back at Octavia.

Her eyes widen just a bit and her eyebrows subtly raise in surprise. When she turns her face to stare back out across the sand, she scoffs. "Some wife she is."

Your brow furrows and you follow her gaze.. only to have your heart completely shatter. Echo is in a passionate embrace with Bellamy and the both of them seem pretty comfortable with each other. Roan squeezes your shoulder and Octavia scoffs. Then when the duo finally part and they share a brief conversation, the both of them turn to stare in Octavia’s direction. Unfortunately for you, you're in Echo's line of sight as well and you see the moment she recognizes you. Her eyes widen, her mouth drops open, and not even Bellamy's needling can grasp her attention when he realizes who she’s staring at.

The moment Echo starts in your direction, you inhale sharply and stand a little straighter. You blink rapidly in hopes of your watery gaze clearing and Roan squeezes your shoulder once more before removing his hand and taking a step to the side. Octavia, too, stands a little straighter and holds her hand up to stall Echo when she's close enough.

Echo tries to get closer despite Octavia's silent command and you shake your head once. "Don't."

"Y/N?" She breathes in awe. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were.. I didn't think-"

"It's fine," you gulp. Clearing your throat, you set your gaze just over Echo's shoulder. "You've made your decision."

"No! That's not fair."

Bellamy seems confused, so he grasps Echo's hand in his own and she doesn't rebuff him. Seeing this, Octavia then takes great pleasure in informing her brother just what's going on. "Bellamy, this is Y/N," she says while gesturing to you. "Echo's wife."

"Excuse me?" His eyes widen and he tries to take his hand back, but Echo merely grips him tighter as her eyes plead with you to understand.

"Ex-wife," you mumble.

"Y/N." The pain in Echo's voice is nothing compared to what you're feeling. "Please. I didn't know you were alive. If I did, I might have never-"

Roan scoffs. "Even in mourning Y/N never sought comfort in another's bed. Yet here you are, begging, as you hold the hand of another."

"It's done. Lets not cause a bigger scene." You manage to keep your features schooled and squash down what you're truly feeling, hoping that Octavia will issue some sort of command to disperse the group.

But Roan is not quite content to just let it lie. "You were a disgrace to Azgeda and now you are a disgrace to your wife. Ex-wife," he then cruelly amends. "You'll be lucky if Blodreina offers you a place in Wonkru."

Octavia lazily holds a hand up. "That's enough. We have other things to worry about than a lover's quarrel. Diyoza is proving to be a threat that's needs to be handled immediately."

"Agreed," you say.

Echo opens her mouth to respond, but Octavia walks off without hearing a word. And since you're her Second, you follow. What was meant to be a most spectacular reunion turned out to be nothing but heartbreak.

The pits was a good place as any to spar and get rid of pent up emotions. Roan had dragged you down there the following day after your verbal divorce from your long time love and you'd spent hours trading blows.

Roan didn't say anything, which you were grateful for, and took great pleasure in kicking your ass. You held your own against the former King, the sound of your blades clashing and grunting from being kicked covering mostly every other sound around you.

"Sloppy," Roan teases, offering you a hand up when he manages to get you on your back with his blade poised at your throat. "What would Blodreina think?"

"Blodreina," you start to say as you grab at Roan's hand, "would say to never let your guard down." Roan's smirk falls and you grin. Gripping his hand and bracing all your weight into staying stationary, you kick out at one of his ankles. He yanks his foot up before you can make contact and when he's balanced on one leg, you yank with all your might. Roan tumbles to the ground at your side and you quickly move to straddle him, a small dagger then held at his throat. "Especially around a pretty face. You have no idea what we're truly capable of."

Roan laughs and holds his hands up in mock surrender. Then laughing as well, you move to stand up while offering him a hand up. You sheathe your dagger when he's on his feet, smiling and relishing in the workout you've just had. And then someone clears their throat.

Turning towards the source of the noise, you spot Bellamy waiting there. "Can I have a word with you. In private?"

Roan tenses and moves to take a step in Bellamy's direction, but the back of your hand smacks against his abdomen. "Don't. It's fine. I'll talk with him." Glancing up you meet Roan's gaze and offer him a smile. "Seriously. I'm good. I'll find you after." Roan then gives you a terse nod before picking his sword up off the ground and taking his leave.

Then turning back towards Bellamy, you sheepishly shrug at him for Roan's behavior. "Did you need something?"

"I'm sorry," he immediately says. "When Echo and I- she didn't say anything."

He wants to say more, but you hold up a hand and flash him a small smile. "Say no more. I've cooled down and slept on it, and I'm not angry," you tell him. "And if I'm being honest, I was never really angry to begin with. Just really hurt."

"I'm so-"

"Sorry. I know," you huff a laugh. "But it's been six years. I thought Echo was dead and she thought that there was a good chance I would be dead too." You shake your head sadly. "I don't blame her for moving on. Not really. And I most definitely don't blame you since you didn't know about me."

His mouth snaps shut and you mentally laugh at his shocked expression. He quickly schools his features and clears his throat. "Oh." This time you outright laugh and he seems to sag in on himself in relief. "Well okay then."

"Yeah. Anything else, Blake?"

"Actually.." He shifts nervously and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden unease. "Octavia hates Echo. She holds a grudge for that fight they had and would rather see Echo dead than accept her into Wonkru."

"I figured as much."

"But you- you and my sister are close. You're her Second," he says. "Maybe you can help convince-"

Again, you stop him mid-sentence. "It's already been done," you say. "Octavia is just making you sweat it out."

"What?"

"I've already explained to Octavia that when Echo stabbed her, it was on Roan's orders. The wound would have easily healed with time and it was no one's fault other than Octavia's that she threw herself off that cliff. I've told her what an asset Echo could be and Octavia's agreed to give her a chance. But make no mistake, Octavia will be looking for any little reason to get rid of her. Echo's on this ice right now, so she has to tread carefully."

Echo suddenly steps out of the shadows and you tense. When you see her conflicted expression, you inhale deeply before exhaling slowly. Once relaxed, you offer her a nod.

"Is that true?" She asks. When you nod once more and smile, Echo wastes no time in closing the distance between the both of you. She wraps you tightly in a hug and you return the embrace, you then subtly wiping away tears. She murmurs apology after apology, but your brush each one of them away. When you finally depart and Echo steps back to take Bellamy's hand in her own, the both of you smile at each other before softly laughing. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"How long has Roan been your personal bodyguard?" You huff and roll your eyes. "I'm serious! You know he's in love with you. Right? Has been since before we were married."

"You're teasing."

"I'm really not. He was going to ask his mother for your hand, but we got married before he could make a move."

Her smug expression and Bellamy's smirk is enough to make you doubt what's real and what isn't. "But.. it's Roan! He was a Prince and then a King, and I'm just- I'm just-"

"Beautiful." Echo smiles sadly. "You are beautiful and have no ties to anyone. Not anymore. Roan will treat you right."

Gaping at her, you're snapped out of your shocked stupor when Bellamy snorts. You glance quickly between the two of them before making a quick escape and groan at the laughter echoing around the pit.

When you finally find Roan in the rooms you've shared with him and several other people, you're a little out of breath. There's a couple of people lingering in their beds and after a quick, "Can I please have a moment with Roan?", everyone is respectively abiding by your wishes. Roan stands up from his bottom bunk, an eyebrow raising in wonderment. "If I ask you something, will you be completely honest with me?"

He shrugs. "Haven't I always been honest with you?"

Instead of answering his question with a direct answer, you answer with a question of your own by bluntly asking, "Were you in love with me?" His small smile vanishes and he's taking a while to answer. "It's just.. Echo mentioned something. And now that I look back on past interactions between us and recent interactions it seems like you do. Well.. you might not love me, but I think there's a pretty good chance that you like me. Really like me."

"And if I did?"

"Then we really need to discuss the possibility of an 'us'." Roan's carefully schooled features morph into surprise. "For these passed six years, I've got to know you. The real you! Not Prince Roan and not King Roan. Just.. Roan."

"But yesterday-"

"Yesterday was a shock to the system," you say. "I thought Echo was dead, Roan. But then she wasn't, and I was surprised and overjoyed to see her alive. Then she attached herself to Bellamy's face which led to some jealousy flaring up, but it's not- I'm not.."

Roan closes the distance between the two of you, he grasping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. Since he's taller than you, you have to step up on the tips of your toes and you shiver as his beard scratches around your mouth. Years of pent up tension and hidden passion is poured into the kiss, and you moan when he bites and pulls on your bottom lip.

Pulling your mouth free, you're left panting in the aftermath. Your hands have fisted into the front of Roan's shirt and you can't quite meet his gaze. Not yet. "I'm pretty sure my feelings are all sorted out, but if you want to give it a little time to make sure-"

"I'm done waiting." Roan captures your mouth in another kiss, this one a lot shorter than the first. "We'll deal with whatever comes up as it does. For now, I just want to enjoy this."

Slowly smirking, you finally meet his gaze and nod. "You know what? I like the way you think."

Before you and Roan can explore any more of this newly discovered intimacy, people start re-entering the room. One of them come carrying the message that Blodreina is looking for you, so with one last quick kiss from Roan you take your leave. 

But leaving is for the best because you need to get your head on straight- everyone does. After Diyoza and her army of criminals have been taken care of, and Shadow Valley has been claimed by Wonkru, then.. and only then can you and Roan truly discover what you have between you.

[the100imagine]

Imagine:

Having been shot in the shoulder by one of the Grounders, who was using the guns for the first time, and being visited by Roan, because you’re his second, and Octavia.

[uniqorrn]

Cold mornings

A/N: I just wanted to note that i dreamed or shifted into this scene last night and I just had to put it in writing for others to read! I hope you enjoy :)

Parings: Roan x Reader

Summary: You enjoyed the cold brisk morning on the balcony that’s attached to your room. You reminisce the thoughts of the previous nights events, daydreaming in your own little world that is until he interrupts you.

Warnings: Mentions smut, some language? maybe? I don’t remember. 

Words: 1,453

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Your Pov: 

The cold sheets loosely wrapped around your almost naked body, the smell of the earth and him wafting off of them and into your nose. Your eyes fluttered open, your right arm resting by your head as you turned to look out at the sky. The sky was a light shade of oranges and blues, soft white fluffy clouds streaking across. 

You were partly awake, having only fallen asleep for a few hours before waking up now. Your mind was filled with thoughts of him. The way he grabbed at your hips, caressed and worshipped your body like a queen. How he made you feel all kinds of emotions. All of it made a blush rise up your neck and to your cheeks, swallowing the small lump in your throat. 

The gentle breeze in the air blew through the sky and into your room, blowing around the curtains that hung from your large canopy bed. You exhaled, watching your breath turn to a cloud in front of your face as you lay there, enjoying the warmth your sheets provided you.

You pushed back the blankets, the crisp cold air bit at your exposed thighs as your feet made contact with the clean, shiny floor beneath you. You sniffled a bit from the cold, grabbing your thin, white, silk robe off the coat rack next to you. You quickly put it on, sighing as the smooth fabric touched your skin, not that a thin silk robe would keep you warm. 

You patted out onto the balcony, crossing your arms in front of yourself as you placed them on the porcelain railing, watching the colors mix and dance across the sky as the sun came up. A warm smile crossed your face as you remembered the previous nights events. Just the mere thought filled you to your core with warmth. 

You had small bruises on your hips where his hands had been, and small red spots where his mouth had been to kiss and suck, leaving behind his mark. You remembered how his large, warm hands left behind a trail of love and lust wherever they touched, leaving your body wanting more.

You didn’t realize how cold you actually were. You didn’t notice the many goosebumps that appeared on your skin each time the breeze blew by you. All because your mind could only think of him. 

You and Roan hadn’t been together long, merely a couple of weeks. The relationship was still so new and exciting, like two young teenagers high on love for the first time. It was something you wanted to last forever and you hoped that he wanted that too. 

You didn’t think you would find love, ever. Being trapped on the ark for years and then sent down to earth to die with a bunch of other teenagers made it seem like everything was over. Like there was no hope. But, when you guys found out that earth was survivable it sparked hope in you that maybe, just maybe, you would find someone that would love you. 

However, that never seemed to happen. 

When you hadn’t met that person yet you began to give up, slowly but surely. You watched all of your friends around you love someone, lose someone, be with someone. But you? You hadn’t even come close to experiencing what love was. That is, until you met Roan.

When you first met him it was nothing but silent glances and stares from across the room. Then, it turned into small conversations at dinner or when you would run into each other in the hallways. Soon that blossomed into what it is now, a new loving relationship. 

Roan didn’t talk much when you first met him, he was rather simple and said what was on his mind in few words. But now, talking is something he always does when he’s with you. You remember how he spoke last night, his voice sending chills up your spine with each word that left his slightly chapped lips. You moved your hand down your chest, feeling the swell of your breasts as the memory of you pressed against his toned and muscular chest flashed through your mind.

The door to your room creaked open, a small smile coming to your face as you turned to look over your shoulder. Your robe blew slightly behind you, sending another chill up your legs. You wore nothing but your undergarments underneath the robe that was tied loosely to your body. Not caring if your lover could see everything or not. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He took long but fast strides over to you. His large, warm hands running along your arms, warming you up instantly as he stepped in front of you. You sighed in content, the feeling of his rough hands rubbing up and down your arms created a heat inside you. 

“I just couldn’t sleep.” Your words were nothing but a whisper, your breath fogging out in front of you even with how quiet your voice was. He looked down at you, wrapping one arm around the small of your back and pressing you into his chest. You inhaled his scent, the smell of earth coming off of him. Your soft fingers rested on his clothed chest, your index finger running over the leather strap that ran across his shirt. 

“These aren’t the type of clothes you should be wearing when it’s this cold outside.” His voice was deep and soothing, like honey. But also glossed over with worry as he eyed you, his pants growing tighter the longer he gazed upon you. You were beautiful to him in every way. You let a small chuckle escape your throat as you pressed the side of your head into his chest. His steady heartbeat pounded against your ear, giving you a sense of relief knowing he was safe, warm, and healthy. 

“I didn’t feel like getting dressed.” You breathed out. It was true. You didn’t feel like putting on all your clothes in that moment, not wanting to feel the heavy weight of them pulling you down. You wanted to enjoy the moment of freedom you had. Listening to the peaceful sounds of the wind as it blew through the trees.

A small quiet gasp left your throat as Roan picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck as he carried you inside towards the large bed in the room. The feeling of his leather and coarse fur coat tickled your soft, smooth skin. Earning a small giggle from you as he gently set you down on the bed. 

He hovered over you just long enough to place a sweet, innocent kiss to your lips before standing back in front of you. He began taking off his heavy clothing, letting it drop to the floor in swift movements as you watched him, eyes full of nothing but love and admiration. 

You laid there, one exposed leg sticking out from your robe as you kept yourself propped up on your elbows for support. Your eyes danced over his exposed chest as he tossed his shirt to the ground. You admired the many scars on his body, scanning over his toned abs and chest made your heart flutter in your chest. 

Finally, when he was stripped down to almost nothing he crawled into bed with you. Supporting himself over you once again to give you another kiss, a longer and more passionate one this time. Your lips molded with together, firmly pressing against each other as one of his arms wrapped around you, lifting you up and off the bed and into his chest. Your hands moving up to wrap around his neck, running your hands through his hair at the base of his neck at the same time.

When you pulled away you were both breathing heavily, resting your foreheads against each other as you caught your breath. Your eyes fluttered shut as he moved to lay down, taking you with him. 

He laid on his side, grabbing the sheets with his free hand and wrapping the two of you up in them. You let out a breath as the warmth spread around your body. You snuggled into his chest, admiring the way his eyes shined as he looked down at you. You caressed his face, rubbing your thumb along his cheek bone a few times, earning a soft sigh from him in return.

He pressed his hand against the small of your back, the warm touch sending sparks straight to your core. He placed a loving kiss on your forehead, making you giggle from the tickling sensation his stubble gave when it touched your skin. 

This is what love was. This is what true love was. 

[obscure-imagines]

you could tell something was off, just the way his jaw was clenching was obvious to you. you gave him your knowing look and he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the others, “how do you always know when im upset?” he asked, grinning down at you.

“because i know you.” you answered, “like you always say, soul mates. i can tell something is off. so spill, what’s wrong?”

“i cherish you. you know that right?”

[angelaiswriting]

Not His Queen (part 3 of 6) | Roan x Reader

[GIF not mine]

✎ Requested by @selldraug : “Roan has a lover even if he’s going to get married to Y/N. His future wife doesn’t like this and shit happens”

✎ A/N: the chapters keep getting longer and the angst keeps getting stronger. I’ll consider myselft lucky to just survive this story haha

✎ Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Reader

✎ Warnings: angst. Mentions of cheating. Pain. Feelings. Too many feelings. The usual. If you find something just lemme know.

Word-count: 3821

  Part one | Part two | Part four | Part five | Part six

Roan had left their bedroom in the dead of night and Lethe had laid awake ever since. She kept listening to the feeble sound of her breathing, but she was having a hard time trying to catch the beating sound of her heart.

She had feared she had died a few times in the last few hours and she was fighting against the panic and the anxiety rising inside her chest and mind.

What had she done wrong?

Had she not pleased him?

Had she disrespected him somehow?

She turned in the bed, caressed the side Roan had always slept him. It had been the right decision, making him sleep on the floor, but a voice inside her head kept tormenting her with an endless series of ‘but’.

Maybe she should have just shut up. After all, he was right: he was a prince, he could do anything he wanted. And what was she? Just an unlucky girl that had been promised to him? She had no power over him, at least not before their wedding would be celebrated. She barely had power over her own body, she found herself realizing.

What was going to be of her? Just one of the many? Just an endless series of a one-night stand, before he ran back to that Anka?

Because she was sure he was with her now. He had been all night long and Lethe could almost hear their moans mixing with her dying breath.

When she brought her hands to her face to move some locks of hair behind her ears she noticed wet tears on her cheeks.

What was he doing to her?

She couldn’t remember a moment in her life in which she had cried so much, in which she had felt so dead inside.

Lethe had just stood up to sit and ponder what options she had to save her already damaged heart when the doors to her chambers opened violently and a blonde girl stepped inside, her breath short. She recognized her as one of the Sky People, probably Clarissa if she had understood her name correctly, and her rage came back.

“What now?” she spat, her hands grabbing the furs and turning into fists. “Is Klarissa kom Skaikru one of his whores too?” Lethe had started to see red and if the nails of her thumbs hadn’t been stuck in the flesh of her index fingers, she would’ve jumped out of the bed to open a hole in her throat.

The girl furrowed her brows. “I’m Clarke,” she corrected her, standing still in the same spot in which she had stopped. “And I’m no whore.”

“What do you want then?” Aletheia asked.

She was pissed. Where the fuck were the guards? Why did they let this thing in?

She hated how that Clarke didn’t look half as broken as she did. She came from space and yet she looked more of a grounder than Lethe herself did.

“I came to talk to Roan,” the girl shyly answered while Lethe got out of bed.

All her muscles hurt like she had run a marathon.

“Well, do you see him around?” Theia laughed while taking her nightgown off. “‘Cause I don’t,” and she put her trousers on before looking for the cloth she used as a bra. “But when you do, tell him I said he can get his dick cut off for what I care.”

“Still in a bad mood?” Roan’s voice asked and Aletheia paralyzed. Her heart suddenly felt like it was beating again while she struggled to cover herself. She felt like she didn’t want him to see her naked anymore - but she knew too well she would give in if it was what he wanted. She was not strong enough, not brave enough.

She didn’t answer him. Hers wasn’t a bad mood. Or it was, but he knew he was the reason and he still didn’t care. And so, neither did she.

“We need to kill your mother,” Clarke suddenly spoke up and both Aletheia and Roan’s eyes were on her.

Lethe took the nearest weapon she could find and was almost disgusted to notice it was one of Roan’s daggers. She let it fall to the ground as though it had burned the palm of her hand.

“What?” she exclaimed.

She hadn’t understood correctly. It had to be like that.

Clarke shrugged her shoulders as if she were talking about the weather and turned to look at Roan. “We need to kill her.”

“Well, excuse you, little space thing!” Lethe’s eyes were open wide. Her heart was beating so furiously it was hurting her, almost breaking her ribs, she was sure of it. She shook her head. Whether she was going crazy or this was some sort of nightmare.

Of course, it had to be a nightmare: Roan was approaching her and trying to grab her hands while in real life he should know she would bite them off with her own teeth.

“Let her talk, Lethe, I’m curious,” Roan sighed, giving up on being gentle and grabbing her by her shoulders to keep her in place and stop her from attacking the other girl. He knew she was going to do something horrible, he could read it in her eyes.

Aletheia would’ve wanted to hiss something along the lines of ‘don’t you dare call me that again’ and ‘you don’t have the right to call me ‘Lethe’ anymore, you son of a bitch’, but her teeth were clenched together so hard that she feared they had fused together.

“If she lives, Lexa is in danger,” Clarke explained. “And if Lexa is in danger, my people is in danger too. We need this coalition.”

Lethe shrugged her shoulders and tried to free herself from the man’s grip, but she wasn’t strong enough. “No one will kill Nia,” she groaned, trying to punch Roan.”

“I thought you hated my mother,” the man muttered, his eyes closing a little, his grip on her shoulders getting weaker.

Clarke took a step in their direction and Lethe’s eyes burned up with rage. “Listen, I’m not saying we should cut her throat or anything, Roan. A little poison in her food will be good enough to get her out of the games for good.”

“I said you two are not killing anyone,” and with those words, Aletheia was finally free from Roan’s hands burning her skin through her shirt. “If this bloody plan gets any further, I won’t stay behind and watch as my Queen gets murdered by two idiots. And if I come to know that Lexa is involved, I’ll make sure she dies in the slowest and most painful way possible.”

“If my mother dies, I become King,” Roan pointed out, trying to get her to reason.

Aletheia turned to look at him in the eye. She pretended to be lost in thought for a few seconds, her head tilted to the side and then smiled. “I know. And if I can delay your coronation even for one day, I will.”

The man furrowed his brows. What was she talking about? Why would she want that? “Why?” he simply demanded.

“She’s the only one that can stop whatever madness is going to happen between the two of us when you’re King, I thought it was obvious. If she dies, I’m doomed and I have to marry you. But if she lives, I get a chance to be banned and never see you ever again.” Aletheia’s head hurt: it was as though someone was hammering its inside.

Was Roan really so stupid to not see why she wanted that monster to live?

Or maybe he just didn’t care, seen that he was going to take her anyway, whether she wanted it or not. Maybe that was his plan, she thought. Force her into that marriage just so he could have more power to keep her whore. But if she wasn’t good enough, why didn’t he take Anka instead? He looked like he liked her better anyway.

“Clarke,” Roan gritted his teeth and turned in the direction of the blonde girl. Lethe’s eyes never left his face while they tried to set it on fire. “You may leave now.”

“But I thought-”

Roan cut her mid-sentence. “Wait downstairs. I’ll come to discuss this matter when I’m done here.”

Theia waited for the space girl to leave and close the doors behind her before speaking up again. “‘When I’m done here’?” she spat. Her hands were hitching because of her burning desire to kneel down, grab the dagger she had let fall and stab his dick with it. “What am I? Just some business you have to get done with?”

He slapped her hard and this time she hadn’t seen it coming. “I’m tired of your tantrums, Aletheia. What have I done to you to receive this payment?”

“Well, I hope you’re kidding me right now, Roan!” Saying that Lethe was furious was an understatement. She was more than furious, she was murderous. And she would have gladly thrown him out of the window if she could.

“This hatred you have for Anka must die now, or I swear I’ll tie you up in here until the day we’re married.”

“So now you’re on name terms with a whore? I have all the right in the world to feel indignant, to feel mad and to want to kill her and castrate you. What have I done to you to make you treat me like I’m nothing? It disgusts me that my own sister is one of your best body guards. If it were for me, I’d have her to leave your side for good.”

Roan took a step forward and his hand closed around Lethe’s throat. It looked like he didn’t care that that grip was hurting her and making her see stars. “Echo stays where she is. Even when you’re my wife, she will remain where she is.”

“Well, then I hope she kills you while you try to kill your mother!” she managed to say with the few breaths she had left.

He slapped her again and his hand left her throat just to reach his belt. “I don’t like you trying to protect the woman who sent me away for nothing,” he stated while unbuckling his belt.

Aletheia tried not to gulp, her eyes focused on the movements of his hands. Was he going to take her?

He grabbed her by her wrists and forced her to walk backward until she reached the bed. He pushed her onto the mattress and as he had expected she crawled backward out of fear just to have him tie her wrists to the wooden headboard of the bed. “I don’t like you saying you want to delay my coronation,” he continued, positioning himself between her legs and grabbing her thighs so tight Lethe squinted her eyes in pain. “I don’t like you behaving like this towards me.”

They stared at each other for many minutes, the only audible sound being her fearful breaths.

Roan’s hand reached out to grab a strand of her hair, so fair it almost looked white and tucked it behind her ear without uttering a word.

Lethe kept thinking he liked - no, better, loved - to scare her, to hurt her, and in that moment she regretted anything she had done in the last few days. She had always loved to imagine the day she had met Roan again. He would’ve waited with a smile on his face while she reached him, he would’ve hugged the living hell out of her and, as soon as they would have been alone, he would’ve kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

He hadn’t done any of those things.

“Why do you really want her to live? Why don’t you want me to become King right now?” he wondered, his hands still squeezing her thighs.

Aletheia thought of not answering, of staying silent because he was terrifying her, with that mad look plastered all over his face. She had really pissed him off. But what else was she to do? Accept his affair? Acting like nothing was? She wasn’t that kind of person.

“She can break our promises,” she revealed at the end, preparing herself to receive yet another slap. “She can save me from this marriage if I do something so horrible that she decides to punish me - even kill me, I don’t care.”

“Why would you want that?”

“You’re not giving me any more options, Roan. You just…” she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “You just don’t care anymore. You will be King one day and you shouldn’t pretend you love a girl when she actually disgusts you so much you have to fuck a whore to feel better.”

Roan sighed, tiredness spreading on his features until the madness wasn’t visible anymore. “Who said I don’t love you? Who said I’m pretending?”

“I don’t know, you just don’t talk to me! All you do is fuck me and then go fuck that other woman and minding your business without caring if I’m good or if I need something. You just keep silent and I don’t know what to think of this…” she struggled for words and when she couldn’t come up with the right ones she just gave up. “Of this thing between the two of us. I used to love a man I don’t recognize in you anymore.”

“And is this my fault?” His angry hold on her tightened and his eyes bore into hers with such anger she feared for her life.

“Is it mine, then? Because sometimes when I look at the way you look at me, I feel like you are blaming me for your ban,” she bit back and moved her wrists a little, the leather of the belt biting into it. “I’m not sure you do realize it’s not and that I fought for you. So whatever is going on now… well, that’s your fault, sweetheart, and your duty to fix it since I’m already tired of your shit. And if your mother can fix this before you do, since you apparently think that I can wait, well, I sure as hell won’t stop or kill her. Or let you or your sky whore kill her.”

Roan clenched his teeth and pushed himself harder against her. “You will be my wife one day, whether you like it or not. Have I made myself clear?”

“Go fuck your damn whore,” and she spat in his face.

“You’ll beg me to stop when I’m back. You’ll learn to respect me more since you apparently forgot how to.”

Sitting outside the doors of the city, Aletheia was enjoying the warm sun on her skin. It was something she had always loved, something that in Azgeda she couldn’t exactly do whenever she wanted.

She had managed to free herself and her bloodied wrists were a proof of the struggle she had gone through. Sneaking out of her chambers, somehow avoiding the guards Roan had assigned to her protection, she had managed to brush off her mind the pain coming from those bruises.

And now the sun felt like it was healing her. It felt good, in a way almost empowering. She could feel her heart start to beat again, the skin of her thighs getting warmer by the minute and erasing the sensation of Roan’s fingers on them.

She had even managed to forget about Nia’s assassination and now nothing troubled her thoughts.

“I see you sneaked out,” her sister giggled while sitting down next to her. Lethe watched as Echo laid her sword in front of her feet and smiled.

“Did anyone else find out?” she asked, curiosity filling her voice.

Echo grinned before leaning her head on her sister’s shoulder. “Everybody found out. Roan went mad,” and she turned to look at her. “You shouldn’t provoke him so much, Theia.”

Lethe snorted. “He’s cheating on me, did you know?”

Listlessly, her sister nodded.

“Why is he cheating? I don’t get it. I did all the right things, I softened up for him, I tolerated all his moods - and trust me, he has many.”

“He’s been through a lot,” Echo pointed out.

But Aletheia wasn’t there to listen to her sister defending him. “I’ve been through much more and you know it.”

“Just give him a chance. He’s trying to make things right.”

“He’s not exactly doing it in the right way.”

A rustling sound caught their attention and their gaze followed its direction, just to find a fox running away from an invisible enemy. The women watched as its copper-colored fur disappeared in the foliage and they remained silent until the sound of its paws on the ground disappeared.

“Does he know?” Echo’s voice sounded closer to her ear than Lethe had expected. “About the baby, does he know?”

Lethe nodded and tore a daisy from the ground. As a kid, she had played many times with the petals of that flower, wondering whether an unspecified man loved her or not. She had done that with Roan too, and the flower had lied, it had told her he did love her.

“And what did he do?”

“Kinda disappeared during the night, probably went to that Anka whore. I expected… I don’t know. I knew he wouldn’t cry because, you know, it’s Roan we’re talking about. But… I just keep deluding myself into believing he loves me when he doesn’t.”

“Just because he has a whore it does not mean he doesn’t love you,” Echo mentioned and took her sister’s hand. She stared at her wrist for a second or two before speaking again. “It just means he needs time alone.”

“Fucking a woman doesn’t equal being alone, I hope you know that.”

“I know, but you know how he is…”

“I actually don’t anymore,” Lethe retorted. “I’m surprised you figured him out so quickly. I’m supposed to be the one able to figure out anything about him.”

“Don’t blame yourself. You’ve been through a lot, just like him. And maybe you both approached each other in the wrong way.”

“Of course we did! The first thing he did when he came back was fuck me all night long! I just want him to want me, but not that way. I want to be able to talk to him and train with him and take walks with him like we used to before he got himself banned. And now…” but she stopped mid-sentence. Maybe she shouldn’t talk about this even if she didn’t like it. After all, it was about Roan’s mother and the decision wasn’t on her shoulders, and that woman had hurt her in so many different ways… yet, she couldn’t bring herself to want her dead, to want her only way out of that marriage to suddenly disappear.

“Now what? You’re pregnant?”

Aletheia stared at her sister before snorting and shaking her head no. “I guess I’m not supposed to talk about this.”

“What is it, Aletheia?”

“Probably just some dark fantasy, don’t worry.” She stood on her feet and brushed the dust off her trousers, her gaze wandering on the deserted road that led to Polis.

“Where are you going?” Echo suddenly looked worried and she jumped to her feet.

“Back inside. Roan is probably murderous by now and will burn this whole city until he finds me.” Aletheia had managed to take some steps in the direction of the city when her sister’s hand grabbed her arm and yanked her back. “What are you doing?” Her brows furrowed on their own accord.

“Don’t.”

Lethe took a step closer to Echo and looked her up and down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t go back yet.” Echo looked scared and her grip on Lethe hurt like hell.

“‘Yet’? What does it mean?” There was something in the pit of Lethe’s stomach that had just started to burn. She knew something was wrong and that trouble awaited for her somewhere in Polis. Then she realized it. “He is with her, isn’t he?” and with a jerk, Echo’s hand wasn’t on her anymore. “You came here to let him fuck the hell out of her, didn’t you? To keep me here while he did his filthy business.”

Her sister vigorously shook her head. “Shit happened, but it’s not this kind of shit.”

“What happened then?”

Echo chose to say the truth, for she knew what her sister looked like when her murderous side got the best of her. “The Queen defied Lexa because she thinks she’s inadequate for her role. She wants Ontari as Heda so that we have a more powerful position in this sham of a coalition. And she doesn’t agree with the protection offering Lexa did to Skaikru.”

“What does Roan have to do with all of this shit, strisis*?” Lethe was starting to feel even worse. Something was eating at her brain and she felt like fainting.

Echo gulped. “He’s fighting as our hero against Lexa.”

“And is it supposed to be bad?”

“It’s to the death.”

“And? He’s gonna beat her sorry ass and we will have what we want,” she replied. “There’s no way she will have a chance against him, and you know that.”

“It’s not that.” Echo looked uncomfortable. For a moment Aletheia saw her little sister again, around eight years of age when she moved to train to enter Roan’s guard corps. “He…” She nervously cleared her throat. “Roan accorded to die.”

“Are you kidding me? ‘Cause if I find out this is a lie I’m going to skin you alive, strisis.”

“You’d better run if you want to see one last glimpse of him.”

And that’s what Lethe did: she ran so fast she fell a few times, but always managed to immediately get back on her feet.

Her first reaction was of terror. If he died, what was going to be of her? What would she do? What was she without him?

But then Anka came back into view just as the battle field appeared in the distance. She imagined Roan and her kissing, his hands touching her, bringing her over the edge. She’d have been ready to swear she heard their moans, Roan’s soft grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Anka’s shameful screams of pleasure. And she stopped, her teeth clenching, her strength getting back in her veins.

Roan had spotted her and was now only a few feet away, getting closer and closer.

Everybody was staring, even Lexa, even the people Lethe recognized as Skaikru. She could feel their eyes drilling holes everywhere in her body and she wondered if Anka was there.

“Niron*.” Roan sounded relieved by her presence. “I’m glad you came.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high, niron,” she smiled evilly. “I just came to watch you die.”

Strisis: little sister

Niron: love, loved one

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Sweet Nothings

Request: hi again, my request for roan is: he's in a relationship with a girl from skaikru and someone she loves is killed so she wants revenge & started punching the killer (like octavia punched bellamy after lincoln's death) and she don't stop even if people try to get her off of the man, until roan catch her from behind and won't let her go even if she's kicking/crying, he whispered sweet things to her and even say 'i love you' for the first time & she calm down ; that's so long i'm so sorry😬❤️

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You and Roan first met when you were in Polis to have Skaikru initiated into the Coalition. The two of you had fallen in love ever since you two caught each other’s eyes. You had been staying in Polis along with Clarke for the last week. 

You had been called from your room to Lexa’s. As you made your way into her room with Titus you watch as two men haul in a large box, “Are you gonna tell me what’s in the box or not?” Lexa questions.

“Forgive me. This is a gift from Kind Roan of Azgeda for Wanheda and Y/N,” Titus explains as you look confused questioning why Roan hadn’t told you about this. “The messenger said this is both proof of Azgeda’s loyalty to the Coalition and an answer to a yet unanswered question. May I? Open it.” He demands the two other men in the room.

“Emerson?” Clarke questions as the box is opened. You stand there in awe as he lunges and attacks Clarke. 

Not being able to handle the emotion that is filling you up, you leave and head back to your and Roan’s room. “What the hell, Roan,” You yell as you make it into your room.

“What?” He questions as you slam the door.

“You had Emerson brought here, that’s what. He killed my best friend when he blew Mount Weather up!” You explain.

“I thought--” He starts.

“You thought what?” You ask back getting angrier.

“I just thought you would be happy. That you could get your revenge,” He explains.

“Oooohh you are so lucky it was your mom who blew Mount Weather up and you were still banished,” You say as you cross your arms.

“So you’re not mad at me?” He questions.

“Oh no. I am,” You say as you head out of your room.

“Where are you going,” He asks following you.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” You head towards the Commander Throne room. As soon as you open the doors you run towards Emerson not even caring for bag on top of his head.

You start to punch him and cry uncontrollably. You pull the bag off so he could watch who was punching him. The guards by the chair start to rush towards you and try to pull you off, but before they could get even close to getting you off you punch and kick them away. They quickly try again but you continue to ward them off while still punching Emerson.

Before you knew it you felt large burly arms pull you away from Emerson as you kicked and screamed, “He killed my best friend! He deserves to die! Let me go!” 

“Shhh shhh” You hear by your left ear. You make the connection that it was Roan.

“Let--me--go” You yell once more as you wiggle yourself out of his arms. Allowing you to land another punch to Emerson, before he grabs and drags you back again as you scream and kick.

“It’s ok. He’ll get what he deserves,” Roan says softly. 

“No, he won’t!” You yell as Roan tries to calm you.

“I promise he will. Just breathe,” He whispers in your ear. 

“Please just let me kill him now!” You scream.

“My little snowbird,” He whispers your nickname in grounder, the only words you fully understand.  “I love you,” He says in English.

“What? You-you, do?” You stop struggling and turn towards him.

“I do. I never thought I’d meet someone as special as you or pour my heart into anyone as I do for you. I will protect you until my last breath, I would never let anything happen to you my little snowbird,” He says, saying your nickname in grounder. 

You feel your eyes tear up a bit more as you shift them from Emerson and back to Roan, “I--I love you too,” You say back. 

“Now how about we go back to the room and let Clarke and Lexa deal with Emerson for now,” He smiles at you.

You move your eyes back to Emerson as the guards cover his head again, “Ok, but I want him to get what he deserves,” You say as you drop your head. 

“He will my little snowbird. We’ll make sure of it,” Roan says pulling your face up to kiss you.

A/N: So I finally finished this request. I know I’m kinda on a hiatus, but I really wanted to complete this request and have been for a while. I’m sorry if its a bit short but I hope you enjoy it and its what you were looking for. I did really enjoy writing for Roan and writing a softer side of him, that you don’t see in the show.

[bookwormythings]

Every time I see Roan all I can think about is the wasted potential there. Roan had so much chemistry with the cast. He was smart and snarky. He wasn’t superstitious and wasn’t above logic. 

Imagine this...Roan meeting Gabriel! 

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I Still Get Jealous: b. blake.

Bellamy Blake x Reader. Slight!Roan x Reader

Summary: Roan teaches Y/N how to fight per her request. Bellamy doesn’t like it.

Warnings: mentions of sexy times, violence, fluff, slight OOC Bellamy. Jealous!Bellamy.

Notes: I really don’t like how I wrote Bellamy in this chapter, but *shrugs shoulders* oh well. That’s what fanfic is for I guess. Takes place in season 4.

The sound of metal clashing against metal drew Y/N’s attention from the plants she had been observing toward the center of the throne room. Roan’s footsteps moved forward, pressing against Echo’s weakened defenses, slicing a vulnerable hole through her shield, bringing the point of her sword to her neck. She threw her arms up in surrender. 

Y/N felt her mouth drop open in awe. 

Echo picked up her sword once more, the familiar clanging resuming as Y/N closed her book to watch the spar, task forgotten. Bellamy had refused to teach her anything regarding traditional fighting, claiming that she only needed to know how to shoot a gun. 

“You’re a healer” He had said, tenderly stroking her cheek with his thumb, “Not a fighter.”

But she wanted to be. 

She eyed the Ice Nation King’s body, how fluid his motions were as he made Echo surrender once more, The two grasping hands in a peaceful gesture before tossing their swords on the ground forgotten. Roan shot a curious look her way as the two Ice Nation soldiers left the room, and Y/N forced herself to turn back to the plants she had been examining, unable to focus as her gaze continued to shift to the swords carelessly strewn about the floor. 

Abandoning her current task, she stood up and walked over to the center of the room, sending a careless look over her shoulder before picking up Echo’s weapon, her wrist weighed down by the traditional weapon.

She used what strength she had gathered to swing the metal back and forth, trying to imitate the moves she had seen the King use.

“You’re too stiff.” A deep voice called from behind her. She froze, dropping the sword to her side as she turned to face Roan, a blush creeping across her face.

“I’m so sorry--I was just--” 

Roan chuckled from his position on the wall, striding forward to tear the sword from her grasp, swinging it once, twice, before grabbing the other one from the floor, handing it back to her.

“If you’re going to learn how to fight, you should learn properly.” Roan jested, taking a stance across from her. Y/M swallowed her nerves and tried to copy his feet, relaxing her shoulders as she drew the weapon before her, ready to try her hand.

He lunged forward, and in a flash of self-preservation, she raised her blade upward, blocking the blow as it sent her stumbling backward. Roan wasted no time before slinking forward once again, his brute strength overpowering her own. She shuffled to the side and pressed forward, trying to push him back using the blunt edge of her blade. Instead, all she succeeded in doing was opening her defenses, letting Roan sweep his foot into her stomach, pain reverberating through her stomach as she collapsed to the ground, a cough escaping her. 

She flipped around to grasp the sword but found it gone from her hand. Roan stood over top of her, both swords in hand pointed directly at her throat.

Y/N swallowed and allowed the tense silence to fall over them, watching to see if Roan actually meant his promise to Skaikru when he took over for Lexa. He flipped the blade around and handed it back to her, offering his now free hand out for her to grab.

She was pulled back up, Roan growing closer to offer some more advice.

“You have spirit,” He complimented, eyes scanning her face, “But that’s not enough to win.”

Her breaths grew heavy as he walked toward the wall, placing the swords back in the armory. “Come back this time tomorrow” He instructed, a slight smile on his face, “We start training then.”

***

When she woke the next morning she could hardly contain her excitement. The bruise around her stomach still ached every time she moved, but right now it had faded into a dullness that allowed her to walk freely without straining herself. 

“Are you okay?” Bellamy asked, concern washing over his face as she joined the rest of them for lunch in the mess hall. 

“Yeah, I’m fine” Y/N nodded, sharing a frustrated look with the King of Azgeda before digging into her food, unaware that Bellamy had been watching the exchange. 

His hand latched onto hers, surprising her. “What’s this about?” She creased her eyebrows in confusion.

Bellamy shrugged nonchalantly, “Can’t I just hold hands with my girlfriend?”

A laugh escaped her. “You can,” She allowed, flickering her gaze toward his olive skin intertwined in her fingers, “It’s just--the last time we talked you said you wanted to keep this under wraps.” She tried the unfamiliar earth expression on her tongue, trying to recall what the roots of the slang were. 

Bellamy chuckled, and sent a loving gaze her way, biting his lip as he scanned her face. “I know,” He admitted, “I just-- I’m coming around to your idea.” He explained, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. 

She smiled as he leaned over to press a kiss against her cheek, catching movement from the far side of the table as Roan left the mess hall, a knowing look sent her way. She coughed and excused herself, squeezing Bellamy’s hand as she followed the king into the throne room, a cocky smile dangling from his lips. 

It continued like that for several weeks.

Lunch in the mess, followed by excruciating practices and sparring sessions with Roan, who insisted on teasing her about Bellamy’s growing affections every time they met. 

“He’s like a barnacle,” Roan teased, trying to distract her during their sparring session, “Just clinging onto you for dear life.”

A laughe scaped her as she pushed forward, somersaulting out of the way of the arc of his blade. “He likes physical touch.” She explained, circling the king.

Although the more she thought about it, she recalled how Bellamy’s touches had increased over the past few days. Wrapping his arms around her waist any chance he got, pressing more kisses into her cheeks, tightening his grip whenever Roan was around. 

In fact, the more she thought about it, she was pretty sure he only got physical when Roan was around the couple.

Roan winked suggestively, “Oh I’m sure he does.”

“Shut up” She chuckled, biting her lip as she moved forward, swords clashing against each other before she slid through his legs and wrapped her blade around his throat. “I win.” She gloated, the King dropped his sword in surrender. 

“I let you win,” Roan announced, trying to regain some pride in the defeat. She shook her head, letting him go. “You told me a great warrior accepts his defeat graciously, I suppose you’re neither great nor gracious.”

He turned around at the quip, a smirk crossing his face as the space between them grew closer, his eyes scanning up and down her face. He held out his hand in a gesture of respect and she grasped it, a wide smile on her face. 

“Hey Roan have you seen--” Bellamy barrelled into the room, stopping as he caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. “--Y/N” He breathed, finishing his sentence with a scowl written on his face.

Y/N let go of Roan’s arm, dropping the sword at her side as she caught a glimpse of Bellamy’s clenched jaw, stiffened posture, and tapping foot. “I’m here, what do you need?” She gulped down her nerves, hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course she and Roan hadn’t been doing anything, but the way he had been acting did call into question what Bellamy thought about their friendship.

“Kane needs us to make a supply run.” Bellamy spoke curtly, sending a glare the King of Azgeda’s way, “Meet me outside when you’re done with...whatever this is.”

Y/N nodded, resisting the urge to run after him and tell him that it wasn’t what he thought it was. Roan interrupted her thoughts, holding out his hand, “Your boyfriend doesn’t like me much.” She handed him the sword and pulled on her jacket, following Bellamy through the halls.

“Bell, Wait!” She called, running to catch up to him, hoping to explain the situation, “Please, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

Bellamy chuckled mirthlessly, something dark flickering behind his eyes, “So that’s where you’ve been disappearing to every day?”

She nodded, ignoring the short tone in his voice as he clenched his jaw tighter. “Roan offered to teach me how to fight.” She explained, reaching over to grasp his hand in hers, “That’s all it was. I love you, you green-eyed nerd.”

A half-smile crept across his face before his lips crashed on hers, his strength pushing her against the wall in a moment of reclamation. The darkness returned to swirl around his pupils, his grip tightening around her wrists. Their bodies pressed against each other as they exchanged air, endorphins swirling as his hand pulled at her hair, eliciting a moan from the girl.

“You’re mine.” He growled, his eyes softening. “You hear me?”

She nodded, a devilish smirk on her face as she leaned in, and that night she learned just how into physical touch Bellamy Blake really was.

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I can’t believe Charmaine “I flirt with everyone” Diyoza and Roan “24/7 fuck me eyes” kom Azgeda never got to meet. A TRAVESTY

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Roan Imagine - Part 2

A little story about a girl who fell from the sky and the man who was believed to be made of ice. Their love and death.

The king of Azgeda hugged her, keeping her warm and safe. After few minutes she slowly placed her hand on his torso, opening her eyes. Roan put his hand on her cheek, cleaning blood with this thumb.

“Don’t ever do that again”, he whispered, looking in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Roan. I’m just a little scared of my own blood. I’m fine, my King”, she closed her eyes, leaning towards his hand.

“Rest”, he put her in the bed, kissing her forehead as a goodbye.

Roan left her after a few minutes when he took the body and went for a meeting. That night he understood how fragile she was. Laying in the night, looking at her fluttering eyelashes, he promised himself that no one will get to her ever again. She was patient, the girl thought that he would eventually let her go out somewhere. However, weeks past she was still locked up in a room. The girl became sad, her eyes became gray, she understood Roan, but wanted more. She wanted freedom. One day, she was gently stroking his hair, looking on his relaxed face. He was rarely so calm and quiet.

“Roan”, she whispered, smiling sadly.

He slowly opened his eyes, waking up from a nap, nodded to her.

“I wanted to tell you something”, she was clearly doubting to say, the king immediately sat on the bed, waiting for the worst words to come out of her mouth, but she gently pulled him back, grabbing his hand and placing it on her stomach that already started to get a little round.

“A child?”, he whispered in amazement.

She smiled at him, kissed his lips so gently he could misplace it with butterfly wings. But all-consuming fear got in his mind. One more weakness. The child will be his biggest weakness of all, and he doesn’t need that. Roan’s face changed so rapidly, the girl shook and sat further, hugging her knees, protecting the baby this way.

«No, Y/N, no. I won’t hurt you”, his heart dropped from her look. Roan sat closer, pulling her closer with his hand. “You know that, sky-girl”.

But the girl was still protecting the baby, shivering from his touch.

“Y/N”, whispered the king, “my flying girl. I’m sorry. I... I’m happy, but... ”. He couldn’t find right words. “Our child will be my weakest spot, Y/N. I already have you, but I can’t handle one more. I would not handle seeing someone hurt my child, people will use it against me. I’m the King of Azgeda. We’re at war. I can’t”.

“What am I...”, she raised her head, looking in his eyes angry and scared. “What am is supposed to do? Kill the child? Roan, I can’t”.

She jumped from the spot, throwing away his hands, walking away as far as she could from Roan. She looked like a tiger at that moment, protecting her baby.

“Banish me! Kill, torture, do anything you want, but I will not let you touch this child, Roan!”, the girl was furious, clanging her hands.

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' was that a compliment? '

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     lexa stares at him blankly a moment, wondering what wasn’t clear about her earlier praises. “ yes. you have an incredible swing and excellent form. ” she’s referring to their combat only a short time ago. it’s been a long time since the commander has fought in a spectator style match and longer still since she’s had a talented opponent to face. It’s also not every day she gets to truly test her pole arm skills, so in a bizarre way, she’s grateful for the challenge the ice king brought that day. The adrenaline is still rushing through her, but her nerves are strangely as calm as ever. “ here, “lexa holds out a cup for him similar to the one she’s clutching in her other hand. “ i think we’ve earned it. “

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Keep them safe

So this imagine is a bit sadder than usual but I promise I'll have some quality fluff for you guys soon!

Basically this is before the Conclave and Roan is asking Indra to watch out for Ravenna and their unborn baby if anything happens to him

Tagging: @takenbymyfandoms 💕💕

Indra eyed the approaching Azgedan with annoyance. Roan was a good and honourable man but he was the leader of Trikru's sworn enemy and with Praimfaya quickly approaching, people's morals often fell by the wayside.

"What do you want, Roan?" Indra asked coldly as the king stopped in front of her.

"I recognize that I'm in no position to do this, but I need to make a request," Roan replied, keeping his voice even.

Indra grit her teeth. "And why would I do anything for you?"

Roan sighed, a few cracks starting to show in the stern facade he always showed the world. "Because I know you care about Ravenna and this is about her."

Indra paused. "I'm listening," she said, keeping her face indifferent.

"If I lose the conclave, my people will die. That includes Ravenna and our unborn child."

Roan paused as Indra looked at him in shock. "She's pregnant?" She asked in disbelief.

Roan nodded. "We only found out about a week ago," he sighed softly. "We're happy of course but with Praimfaya coming..." He shook his head with another sigh.

Indra thought for a moment. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Make the leaders of each clan swear they'll let her into the bunker if they win."

Indra raised an eyebrow. "That won't be likely. She's Azgeda."

Roan sighed. "I know and I'm not asking for any promises. Just please try to convince them. She was always well loved by the clans."

Indra hesitated before nodding. "I'll see what I can do. And I can promise you now that if Trikru wins, Ravenna will be safe with us. As I know she'll be safe with Skaikru as well."

Roan swallowed and nodded, the thought of leaving his wife and baby behind affecting him more than he wanted to admit. "Thank you."

Indra nodded and Roan turned to walk away.

"Roan."

He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her.

"I may not like you but you're a good man. And a good husband."

Roan nodded. "Thank you, Indra."

He turned and walked away as Indra left to speak to the clan leaders.

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Imagine:

Being the only Sky Person that Roan wants to talk to willingly.

[uniqorrn]

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Location: The Dropship

Summary: After leaving the camp with Clarke, Jasper, Octavia, Monty, and Fin in attempt at getting to the mountains you make the mistake of following Octavia into the fresh water you find along the way. After Octavia is attacked by a creature in the water she is saved by Jasper. You all think you're safe but, the creature comes back for more and takes you this time instead, leaving you injured when the group finally saves you. However, Bellamy isn't too happy to see that both his sister and his girlfriend come back to camp wounded.

Warnings: ⚠️ language, kind of a make-out session/a little smutty, blood, being attacked by a creature, injuries, mentions of drowning/drowning like scenes, overprotective! and jealous! Bellamy(but hey who doesn't like that 😉)

Pairing(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader some Fin x Reader if you squint.

Words: 2,292

A/n: For this imagine the story has been altered a little bit. And I apologize if somethings wrong with the scene, I just started watching the 100 so I apologize in advance if i anything seems off or wrong.

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Your POV:

"Are you sure we're going the right way, Clarke?" You groaned out as you stepped over yet another large tree root. You had been walking for hours and your body was tired. All you wanted was to sit down and rest for just a minute.

"Yes, I'm sure." She paused, taking in a deep breath as she looked around at the woods. "I at least think we are."

"Maybe we should go back to ca-"

"Hey, guys! Check this out!" You were interrupted by a sudden shout, turning your head in the direction of the shout you sped up your pace until you moved into a run. Your e/c eyes widened at the sight, allowing them to dance across the crystal still water that laid in front of you.  A wide grin tugged at your lips as you turned to look at Octavia, giving her that same mischievous smirk that she was giving you.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She laughed, her eyes darting back out to the still water.

"Hell yeah!" You shouted, pumping your fist into the air before starting to take off your jeans as you watched Octavia begin to break the still water, creating ripples the further she walked in.

"Man, I love earth" you heard Jasper mumble behind you. You rolled your eyes at his comment knowing he was watching you and Octavia strip of your clothes. With that same smirk you followed Octavia into the water, sighing at the cold sensation that wrapped around your body the deeper you went. However, you only made it waist deep in the water when the group behind you began shouting.

"Get out of the water!"

"Get out of the water now you guys!" Your eyes widened at the way the water moved. Fast ripples and waves moved towards you and Octavia at a lightning fast speed. You turned on your feet and moved out of the water as fast as you could, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks beneath your feet as the water restricted your movements. The rest of the group were up on the rocks, shouting and reaching their hands out towards you and Octavia. You managed to get closer to the rocks to grab Fins hand, who pulled you out of the water and onto land unharmed. Without a minute of rest you turned around quickly, screaming out your bestfriends name in fear.

"Octavia!" You cried, letting go of Fins arm as you fell to the ground near the edge of the rock you were standing on. Your eyes landed on Octavia just as the creature took her under the water, your eyes glazing over with tears instantly.

"Octavia! No!" You continued to cry out for her, your eyes searching the deep river for any signs of her. Just as soon as everyone thought she was gone, she broke the surface again and dragged around in circles, screaming for help.

"Quick! Help me distract it. Maybe it will let her go." Clarke shouted, pushing a large boulder into the water with the help of Fin. Just as she thought, the creature let go of Octavia and rushed to the splash that was created by the giant rock. Jasper ran to the waters surface, jumping in and pulling her out of the water and onto land safely.

"Octavia! Your leg." Clarke mumbled, pointing to the smaller wound on her upper thigh. I stayed sitting on the cold wet rock, watching the group from a distance as they checked on her wound. I was too busy focusing on slowing my breathing that I didn't notice the creature was coming back until something grabbed my ankle. A sharp, loud scream left my throat as I was dragged back into the freezing cold water. As I went under, I inhaled some of the river water, coughing it back up and gasping for air as I surfaced.

"Y/n!" The group shouted, rushing to the edge of the rock.

"Y/n! Hold on! Quick, Somebody help her!" I could hear Octavia's terrified shouts from the shore as the creature dragged me around the water. However, everyone was frozen In place and too shocked to do anything. Another sharp scream left my throat as sharp teeth sank into my waist and left arm, blood staining the water red as it leaked from my body and into the river.

"S-Somebody... h-help me!" I coughed out, reaching my right hand out of the water as if someone would grab it and help pull me out. By this time I had inhaled too much water and was becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen. As spots started clouding my vision everything stopped, the creature released me from its hold and suddenly I was floating, kicking myself up above the waters surface to try and inhale what oxygen I could. My body grew tired the more I kicked, pain shooting up my left side with each thrust as i kicked myself closer to the shore. My head started to go under again, my breathing turning into desperate gasps.

"It's alright, I got you now." Fins hands wrapped around my arm, pulling me out of the water and back onto the shore. He pressed me against his chest as I coughed up more water onto the rocks, groaning at the pain that throbbed on my left side. He gently put me down on the ground, rolling me onto my side to let the water fall from my mouth.

"Oh god.. Y/n! Are you okay?!" Octavia shouted, her eyes glossing over as she looked at the deep gash on my waist.

"I-I'm alright..-" I paused to cough, wincing at the pain in my side. "I think anyway" I forced out a laugh, soon followed by another short coughing fit.

"Let's get you two back to camp, those injuries are bad." Clarke said, the others all nodding in agreement as they crowded around me.

"Wait you guys.." Jaspers eyes widened, his lip quivering slightly. It's like he was frozen with fear, even greater fear than what we just went through.

"What Jasper? We don't have time to wait." Clarke lectured, per usual for her. There was a rather long pause as we all waited for Jasper to speak up again. And when he finally did the groups eyes widened in fear, swallowing the lumps in their throats as he uttered those five words.

"Bellamy's going to kill us."

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"Someone get me some medical supplies!" Clarke shouted as we made it into the clearing of the camp. All eye turned to look at us, hushed gasps and whispered filling the clearing as Jasper helped Octavia sit down on a log and while Fin placed me on the floor next to her, helping me lean back against the log for support. Bellamy and Murphy were in the back of the large crowd that had gathered around. They shared a look, Bellamy's jaw flexing as he pushed forward through the crowd, Murphy following quickly behind.

"What the hell happened here?" That voice. That stern, deep, husky voice you knew all to well sounded above all the commotion. You raised your head slightly, giving Bellamy a tired smile as Fin adjusted you once more for Clarke to be able to work her magic. Murphy stood next to Bellamy, the two giving each other a worried yet curious stare as their eyes landed on my wounds.

"Ow! Clarke that stings!" I hissed out, jerking backward slightly as she applied some ointment to the wound. Bellamy walked up to Octavia first, sending Fin and Clarke a glare as they ignored his protests and questions. But, I didn't fail to see that stern glare he sent their way as he squatted down next to his sister. He was always overprotective of me and his sister but, when it came to me it was a whole new level of overprotective. I was used to it by now but, it still sent butterflies to my stomach knowing he still felt and acted the same way as when we first met.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. But, we need to clean the wound, it could get infected." You could hear Bellamy and Octavia mumbling at the other end of the log. Bellamy's jaw tightened in anger and worry the more he heard your painful moans. He hated seeing you hurt in anyway so, you can imagine the shock he had when he saw you entering the camp with a bloody gash on your waist and a rather large scratch on your left arm. He wasn't there to protect you and that pissed him off even more. After Clarke was done she and Fin walked over to Octavia, leaving you alone for only a few seconds before Bellamy was right at your side.

"Are you crazy? You could've gotten yourself killed Y/n!" He mumbled, placing a hand on your shoulder as he used the other one to lean on, giving himself some support.

"I'm fine, Bellamy. Fin pulled me out of-"

"Fin?! Why is it always about Fin nowadays!" He whisper-yelled, his face turning red in anger and jealousy.

"Bellamy calm down! I'm alive thanks to him-"

"I'm not going to calm down Y/n! You could have died! don't you get it? you could have died out there and I wouldn't know. I don't like that he touched you.. I don't like that he was the one that pulled you out of the water. I don't like that he's the one who brought you back to camp wrapped up in his arms as if he was your boyfriend-" I cut off his jealous rant with a kiss, pressing my lips onto his in a heated kiss. His breathing slowed down and his muscles began to relax as our lips moved in sync. After a minute we broke away for air, resting our foreheads against each others. He moved his lips down to my neck to place rough yet sweet kisses there, earning a gasp out of me. He placed feather light kisses the rest of the way down, stopping at my exposed shoulder -as I was wearing a tank top- to place small, light, loving kisses there. A small groan left my lips at his light touch which caused him to smirk against my skin. He knew exactly what he was doing and only made his ego bigger.

"Bell.. Not here. Not in front of everyone." I mumbled, pushing his head up so he could look me in the eyes again.

"Why not? Everyone should know that you belong to me." He smirked, tucking his hand underneath my legs as the other wrapped around my lower back, careful not to touch the wound on my hip. He stood up with me in his arms-bridal style- as he started walking to his tent. Giving Fin a sharp glare and a smirk as he passed him before entering me and his shared tent. He gently set me on the cot, giving me another hot kiss on my lips. He placed his hands on either side of me to support himself as he hovered over me. His black curly hair fell over his face as he planted his lips back on my neck, kissing and sucking till a sharp gasp left my throat once again. He abused that spot for a moment, smirking against my skin as our breathing became heavier and our bodies became hotter.

"You're lucky you're injured right now or else I wouldn't be holding back." His hot breath hit against my skin as he spoke, making another quiet moan leave my throat.

"Oh really?" I smirked, placing a firm kiss on his toned jawline. He took in a sharp breath, falling to lay beside me on the cot. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand running down the thigh that wasn't injured.

"Now you've got me all hot and bothered, babe." I grumbled, scooting down so I could lay my head on his bicep, giving him a small kiss on the cheek before I snuggled into his chest.

"You could say it's payback for almost dying on me."

"Well, you'll just have to punish me when I'm better don't you think?" I questioned. I already knew what his answer would be but, I enjoyed the teasing.

"Oh you know it babygirl." He smirked, looking down at me with those dark, brooding eyes. oh boy were you in for a treat once your wound healed.

[obscure-imagines]

“i heard someone was looking for me.” you stated.

Roan looked you up and down, “yes. and the question is, so who is he and what is he to you?”

you laughed, “you jealous of a Skaikru?”

“no.” he stated.

“Roan, you act as if im your property sometimes. i dont even know if what we have makes me your girlfriend-”

“you’re my future queen.” he stated, “i thought i had made that obvious.”

“you know, where i come from that sort of thing is usually asked with a  ‘will you marry me?’ or at least, ‘be my girlfriend.’ or something.”

“im not Skaikru.”

you sighed, “i suppose not.”