#when its likely he only exists bc his father chose love over duty

[vortexbeyondthestars]

decided to post some of my ideas for a ninjago/atla au besties. tell me whatcha think

under read more cus its kinda long lmao

some background first…

here, the first spinjitzu master is smth that doesn’t actually exist in avatar bc i couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to make him so now he’s like… he’s basically the child of all the original benders: the badgermoles, the sky bison, the dragons, and the moon spirit combined. he was born of their powers, and he was the first avatar, kinda like this au’s version of raava i guess?? so this au’s version of vaatu is the overlord, and like in ninjago, they have this never-ending rivalry. and the overlord is an avatar, too, but more of a dark one. it only cares about corruption and evil.

the first bending master, as he’s called in this au, manages to banish the overlord into the spirit realm, but he knew that one day, it would return. so he creates a land called ninjago and fills it with people of all kinds, each corner of the world having one type of bending. he gave the humans bending, but only one type for each person.

he didn’t want a repeat of the overlord.

so then he has two sons: wu and garmadon. he hemmed and hawed over what elements to give to them, but eventually he chose. wu gets airbending, the element of life and serene and calm. garmadon gets firebending, rough and harsh and the element of destruction. his fire is violet and incredibly hot.

everything goes fine, and the first bending master manages to keep balance of the world as its avatar. except the overlord does indeed return.

garmadon gets corrupted by its spirit and is bitten by the great devourer. he becomes obsessed with power and wanted to be the avatar more than anything in life. he believes that his father was holding his powers back because he didn’t trust him. and he believes that his father was going to hand over his power to wu after he died. and he couldn’t have that.

wu notices his downward spiral and suggests that he take a trip to visit the mortals. maybe that would help him realize that there is reason for their father being the only avatar in the world.

so garmadon goes down into the mortal plane. and meets fire lord chen and his second in command clouse.

fire lord chen is quite interested in an old legend of what is called the serpentine: ancient tribes of snake people said to have been born from the hatred and despair of the overlord, led by the toughest and the greatest, the great devourer. chen wants to bring these serpentine back, and at first garmadon agrees to help him, if only to get revenge on his father.

but he snaps out of it, because he realizes that its the great devourer’s fault in the first place that he’s like this. he betrays chen and clouse and warns wu of their plan, but without telling him whose plan it is. together, the brothers manage to gather together an alliance of the greatest bending masters in the world. garmadon wants their father to help, but wu gives some unfortunate news.

the first bending master is near his deathbed. he is very, very ill, and he is thousands of years old at this point. he wants rest.

so, naturally, garmadon is conflicted about this. he’s ecstatic bc he thinks that he can gain the powers of the avatar once his father passes, but also he’s sad, because, well, thats still his dad after all.

but anyway, the bending alliance manages to defeat the serpentine and seal them away in the spirit realm, like the first bending master had done to the overlord. this… turns out to be a bad idea.

fire lord chen and clouse both manage to shift the blame away from them, and since garmy was the only one who knew they caused the plan, he lets it happen. because he still is a bit evil.

something happens that gives him hope, though: he meets misako, who might be the love of his life. (also in this au that weird love triangle shit don’t happen) they get married, and for a while, garmadon seems perfectly sane. but.

the first bending master dies.

lloyd is born almost right after.

no one makes the connection, though, thankfully, but it is enough for garmadon to lose whatever sanity he had left. he completely goes insane.

he races back to their family monastery believing that he can and will gain the powers of the avatar, somehow, but he doesn’t. and that is too much for him to take. all of this… all of this… waiting… for nothing?

garmadon stares at himself in the mirror. he looks down at his hand, at the bite mark blemishing his skin, and grabs a ceremonial knife. he laughs to himself and places his hand on the mirror, slowly raising his knife towards it… he thinks he can stop all this pain in one easy swoop.

garmadon, sneering at himself: maybe… maybe this will fix it… if i just cut off the damn thing…

first bending master, in the mirror: i would not recommend it, son.

garmadon, face falling: why are you here?

first bending master: i came to speak with you. and to try and help you.

garmadon, snarling: don’t pretend like you care about me! i know what you really think. you think i’m a monster.

first bending master: i think you’re conflicted. the part of you that wants to be the avatar so badly you are willing to kill for it… that part of you clashes with the real you. the one that wants everyone you care about to be safe. your brother, your friends, your wife… your son.

garmadon: *laughs and turns around* why should i care about them, father? they don’t care about me! not my brother, not my wife, not my so-called friends, and certainly not you! the only one who does care about me is my son, and thats only because he doesn’t know any better. he’ll leave one day too.

first bending master, solemnly: you are wrong. i do care about you. i always did. i love you, garmadon. i do.

garmadon shakes, his hand gripping the knife tighter. his mouths trembles, and eventually turns into a scowl. he whirls around to face the mirror and slams his knife into it, shattering it into pieces.

he gets worse from there on. he begins to attack people left and right, villages and cities, even going so far as to consider breaking the serpentine free. he doesn’t get that far, though, because his brother interrupts him.

wu is very concerned, bc, well, garmy was a bit weird but never straight up insane like he is now. so he heads over to his family’s old monastery. there, he finds garmadon, seething and stewing. garmadon doesn’t take his arrival well.

garmadon: ugh! for once, can’t you just leave me alone?!

wu: no, i cannot. this isn’t you, brother! you must snap out of it!

garmadon: this is me! this has been me for my entire life, wu! i can’t change it now, and i can’t even be the avatar. what’s the point?

wu: the point is that father trusted us to take care of ninjago once he passed on. we have a duty.

garmadon: father was a fool, and father was selfish! i am remaking the world in my own image, an image that won’t let anyone have the kind of power that he did, except for those who are worthy!

wu: that’s crazy! you can’t just pick and choose who gets to be the most powerful bender in the world!

garmadon: isn’t that what father did, though, when he died? who is the new avatar, wu?! tell me!!

wu: i don’t know. and neither will you, if you keep this up.

garmadon: *laughs* are you threatening me?

wu: i am.

garmadon: fine. you want to take control of ninjago over me? fine. fine. fine. i challenge you to an agni kai! the battle that was always meant to be.

wu: very well.

garmadon: for the record… i’m sorry it had to end this way, brother.

wu, sadly: no. you aren’t.

cue final agni kai type fight, light vs darkness. fire vs air. obviously, wu wins, and manages to chain garmadon up so he can’t attack anymore. garmadon then has a complete psychotic breakdown like azula, complete with the spitting fire and sobbing hysterically while wu watches sadly.

wu banishes garmadon to the spirit realm, because he doesn’t think there’s anything else he can do.

ninjago is saved.

or so he thinks.

see, chen and clouse are still around. as are the serpentine, biding their time in the spirit realm. they meet garmy and decide that they should work together. garmadon, so torn up by hatred and despair, agrees to help them, if he gets to destroy his brother.

meanwhile, everything is going good.

lloyd is the avatar, obviously, but he’s only like. thirteen when he finds out. he’s an airbender avatar and lived with koko (bc its my au and i get to pick the mom i use) in one of the air temples (idk which one tho). he’s raised believing that he’s just a random kid who happens to serve the avatar, kinda like kyoshi.

that avatar he believes he serves is none other than morro, the adopted son of airbender sage wu. morro is four years older than lloyd, and he was just revealed to be the airbending avatar. morro, of course, is thrilled. but he also gets an incredibly big ego over it, believing that he is better than other people bc he is the avatar. the reason he was thought to be the avatar was because he appeared to waterbend at one point, but it is later revealed to have been simple airbending that pushed the water.

but morro doesn’t realize or know this until its too late. and when he does… its a shitshow.

basically, lloyd and morro are sent to meet with fire lord chen and his daughter skylor, along with wu, koko, and some of the other air sages. skylor is a chi blocker, an incredibly talented one who has mastered all of the different bending fighting styles even tho she herself is a nonbender.

ok so clouse is obviously there. he recognizes lloyd via koko and is fucking pissed. he’s like my ex-boyfriend rival’s son is here?? what the hell?? so he keeps a close on eye on lloyd bc he doesn’t like him. morro, meanwhile, is treated like a king at the palace bc chen wants to get into the avatar’s good graces.

and uh. well, as it turns out, morro isn’t the avatar…

they’re attacked by the serpentine, bitter at the bending masters for having locked them underground. morro is excellent at fighting, but lloyd has more adrenaline.

and lloyd firebends.

cue shock and horror and anger from all sides.

wu is the most horrified of all. the son of his brother… the man he banished… is the avatar?

so yeah thats the background AT LEAST. i dont really know what happens after that but lloyd runs away or something. i will write more i promise!!!

[morkofday]

I’m too embarrassed to say this off anon BUT U GOT ME INTO BTS FIC CAUSE I READ YOURS AND NOW I CANT STOPPPP so tell me about across and beyond pls pls pls

I am so incredibly happy that someone is interested in my bts stuff ;; I haven't talked about these fics to anyone in ages haha. also thank you, so, SO much for reading my fics ♥ you are amazing!

but to talk about across and beyond! I started it during last summer bc I had finished the king: eternal monarch (which I enjoyed very much? it was surprising when it has such a strong romance aspect and I usually avoid those). the idea of some kind of alternate universe plus time travel was so interesting to me that this created itself! 

(sorry am placing this under the cut to spare other ppl of my rambling)

it’s a story about modern era young CEO Jungkook whose father testaments him this old flute with a request to solve a secret of his. Jungkook, who is more into painting and art in general than his father’s business, needs to solve the secret before he can give up his position as the CEO. so, he starts figuring out the flute and what it means, and then travels, first by accident, to this other universe that exists somewhere in a historical era. 

and this is where men with sword came along! I watched the first season and part of the second one and it wasn’t phenomenal or anything but I loved some of the characters a lot! especially king jian bin and his bodyguard/advisor(/boyfriend) qi zhikan (played by yi bochen who now acts as chen yuzhi in killer and healer if you happen to watch that. also yang hao’s actor from sand sea, zhu jian, is in this! a very random combo). so I took some ideas from that world when I created the universe for Yoongi who Jungkook befriends (and well, obviously falls in love with). Yoongi is the deputy prime minister of his city and very exasperated by this young boy that just happens to appear in his mansion. Jungkook is, however, a fresh wind in the middle of his tiring duties as his kingdom is facing a war. 

it was somehow very easy to assign roles for all the members in both universes (historical and modern) and figure out what Jungkook’s father’s secret would be and how it would all play out. I also liked all the pairings I chose: yoonkook, taejoon (obviously bc I adore them) and then 2seok in the modern world and jihope in the historical one. I wrote quite a chunk of this during that summer but then got stuck on the moment Yoongi finally gets to Jungkook’s world :’D I am excited to finish this at some point tho bc I love what I have planned for the ending (even if parts of it are very sad). 

here’s a snippet for you to give you some feeling of this:

It was fine. He wasn’t even sure he could bring Yoongi through, unsure of the way his flute worked, of the way the worlds twisted around him. No one in his own world knew about the real purpose of his flute and he was afraid to tell. 

He doubted they would take it as well as Yoongi. They lived in a modern world - magic didn’t fit in. And if anyone was ever trying to travel through the worlds with him, it would have to be Yoongi. 

He breathed in, slowly, softly. In the space between worlds there was no air but he tried still. Only his chest moved, nothing going in, nothing coming out. He did not need to breathe here because he did not exist in this space but he liked trying, liked proving the space wrong. 

Yes, he was still alive in that space. Yes, he still had his body, could see familiar hands by his sides, could feel his toes when he wiggled them inside his shoes. He could hear his voice if he spoke and could touch the sandy ground under his very much real feet. 

It was just that this space was not real. He took no space in the world while he was in here and that was the reason why being here twisted time, he believed. Time took no space in here either. It did not flow like it used to when he walked through. 

There was no air, only sand and the steel gray sky. Doors were open everywhere, and then Jungkook walked through one. 

“Wha- Where were you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” 

Namjoon hurriedly stood up from the couch he’d been occupying, phone still lit in his hands. He was wearing a sharp, light gray suit to fit his gray dyed hair and fancy shoes that had obviously cost a fortune. His round glasses glimmered in the lowly lit up room, and Jungkook could see the worried lines around his dark eyes. 

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he murmured and Namjoon’s eyes narrowed into slits. 

“You were not in that kitchen a few minutes ago,” his vice president observed and Jungkook felt the dread in his stomach. He was about to face the modern world. He was about to tear it apart with his magic. 

“No, hyung,” he answered softly, “I was traveling.”

the pov switches between Jungkook and Yoongi as they both of course know different things of their worlds and different ppl so here’s also a snippet of Yoongi’s pov too (bc I really do like this fic): 

“Get him a change of clothes,” he told Seokjin who bowed and went on his way. Jungkook looked at him with wide, surprised eyes, and Yoongi could see more stars in them, could almost taste the excitement. He did not know if it was the boy’s or his own. If it was excitement at all, tilting slowly towards something daring. 

“Don’t speak with anyone and stay by my side,” he instructed when they climbed into the carriage and started their way to the palace. Jungkook nodded, looking so very different in his new clothes. The robes he wore belonged to Seokjin, the two men sharing the same physique which guaranteed that the robes at least fit. All the layers of misty blue and shining gray made the boy look ethereal. 

They had not been able to hide Jungkook’s short hair but Yoongi did not think it mattered. He could lie it was because of different customs, that Jungkook was his visitor from a faraway kingdom. 

Technically, he was. If Yoongi believed in his stories - which he thought he might. There were too many details. The boy’s eyes were too telling. 

“Wow,” Jungkook gasped as they arrived, fumbling a little bit with his long robes as he climbed out with Seokjin’s helping hand. Yoongi hummed, looking at the golden palace with the eyes of a stranger. The palace looked unreal, like it had descended from heaven. With all its details and decorations, it felt like it had been made with the hands of a god. 

Was Namjoon, perhaps, from a heavenly bloodline after all? 

Yoongi shook his head lightly and then gathered his robes to his hands, climbing down the small ladder that had been placed next to the carriage. He wore robes with more brown today. There were still green details in his outfit to show his assigned colors but the dark brown was dominating, bringing out the delicate golden threads that crisscrossed all over his outer robe. On his back, there was a picture of a golden swan. 

“I’ll introduce you to people when needed. Remember to bow and speak respectfully,” Yoongi said once more and Jungkook smiled, nodding again. The boy had a tendency to forget his manners, and Yoongi really hoped they would not get into trouble because of a simple slip.

thank you for allowing this to me ♥ I hope you enjoyed all of my ramblings and these snippets ^^ 

[novantinuum]

Some trans Jim HCs...

Some HCs for your consideration bc I’ve been,,, thinking bout Jim a lot lately and this is such an important HC for me:

Jim chose his name bc as a kid he majorly stanned Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet. Jim Hawkins, who also had a deadbeat dad and grew up with his single mom, and ended up traveling into space on the adventure of a lifetime. It was his favorite movie growing up, and he watched it so much the VHS tape literally wore out. It was always a name that sounded right to him…

…but of course, there was the lingering hurt of his father’s departure to consider. His own deadbeat dad always went by James, not Jim, but still. Eventually however- after much reflection and discussion with his mom- he decided to chose this name regardless of his father. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them to let one name shadow their lives and sway their decisions forever. And anyways, perhaps he could leave his mom with good memories associated with the name.

Looking back on his childhood, Jim initially began to go “hmmmm” about gender stuff around 11 or so. He finally found the words to describe it when he was 12. 

His ‘a-hah moment’ came when some girl in his class was teasing him about how much he hung around Toby, and nagging him if he liked him or something, and Jim’s honest to god just… confused why that’s the first place people’s minds go to. Why should it matter, he’s about to respond, Toby’s just another guy- Another guy. When he realizes the implications of this completely casual thought, he sorta disconnects from reality for a moment, starring off into the distance, spinning the thought over and over in his head. Suddenly, every bit of dissonance he’s ever felt from the girls in his class makes sense. 

Barbara is 100% supportive and just wants her son to feel loved and comfortable with who he is. She helps him find a binder when he begins to need one, and personally writes up the prescription to get him on T.

Before, Jim pretty much exclusively went by nicknames- half of which were of Toby’s endlessly creative invention. Later, when he told Toby he was going by Jim now, Toby was simply like “Oh, okay! Sweet,” and they just went right back to playin’ their video game and honestly, Jim didn’t know why he ever worried about telling his best friend.

Some dickwad at school hears about his cooking hobby and drones on about how cooking is “for women” and Jim’s all “no, it’s not, have you even SEEN any Gordan Ramsey shows?” He leans into his hobby even more after this, out of sheer spite. If he’s going to cook, he’ll be the best damn cook there is. (Shush let’s just pretend Gordan Ramsey is a multiversal constant and exists here)

When Jim becomes the trollhunter, the thing he most appreciates is that trolls have literally no concept of human gender stereotypes, (also no concept of a binary), so everyone just nods and accepts it without question when he says he’s a guy. 

The number two thing he appreciates is that all the exercise he gets through his trollhunting duties actually helps him gain more muscle mass, which definitely helps lessen his dysphoria. 

(It genuinely rubs him wrong when initially the trolls don’t think he’s capable of being trollhunter… don’t think he’s strong enough to battle Draal or Bular and survive, but at the very least it’s only because he’s human, and not for other reasons.)

For as crappy Steve is to Jim in literally every other way, he never once intentionally misgenders Jim. He knows how it stings to be told you’re “not a real man" and for all of his rough edges and lashing out, he’d die before he told someone the same thing his own dad told him.

In fact, no villain or adversary ever strikes him with misgendering. It just doesn’t happen. Not in my queer, one horse town.

Jim’s two weeks in the Darklands suck times 2 because he barely got any time to take off his binder. He could never find enough time where he felt safe enough to dismiss his eclipse armor.

His eventual half-troll transformation- while chock full of its obvious other issues and adjustments- does come with the advantage of giving him a lower voice.

Bonus kinda AU thought:

In an ideal world, Barb wouldn’t press Jim to celebrate his birthday- the day his dad left them- and instead they’d celebrate the anniversary of when he fully embraced going by the name Jim. When he’s 14, Barb jokes that he’s finally reached those ‘terrible twos.’

[the100imagine]

Imagine: A Shot In The Dark.

Requested by Anon and minidecalibre Includes: Jasper Jordan x Reader Requests: *a jasper x reader where jasper and the reader has been friends for a long time with jas and monty and monty knew abt the readers crush and vice versa but jas gets in a relationship and doesnt find out abt he reader until theyre almost dead? thank u! * Jasper jordan imagine you are kane his daughter and jasper bumbs into you when you are ln duty and kane sees that

Note: Okay so I decided to put these two together even tho they aren't even, like, similar. I just thought that bc the first one has been done similarly before—and I'm going to be honest there aren't many ways of changing it up—that I would put them together somehow.

I know I have a bunch of requests that my dumbass/lazy ass still hasn't gotten to yet, I just lost motivation in writing *cue the worlds smallest violin* and I'm hoping I have some now seeing as I'm (for some fucking reason) writing two new stories for my Wattpad like the idiot I am.

ANYWAY let's see how this goes.

Update at 12:35am after finishing; LONGER THAN EXPECTED. 

    Down on Earth, you were known as Kane and Kane alone. Nobody bothered to learn your first name considering you were related to Marcus Kane, and they just figured that you would be a clone of him. But as time went on—and they observed you—they learned that you were anything but like the man that locked them up. Although you never honestly cared that much about what they thought, it wasn't like you could pick your family or at least who your parents were.

    Only two people were dumb enough to take you under their wing, and they were Monty Green and Jasper Jordan. Ever since you landed on Earth—and supposedly had been forgiven for all crimes committed on the Ark—you started a new life for yourself.

    In a way, you tried to distance yourself from the man who referred to himself as your father, although, that was difficult when you shared the same name. Not only that but when the war against the Grounders had ended and the Mountain Men kidnapped the remaining delinquents, the slim chance of possibly seeing your father—if the Ark ever made its way down to Earth—had decreased even more.

    The clothes that the Mountain Men had given everyone were nice, but they didn't feel right. They weren't yours, it was wrong. Dante had given the remaining delinquents access to some parts of the mountain, so it was very limited with the places in which you could go and relax by yourself to just think. But you found a corridor that appeared empty and quiet, so you slid down the wall and sat with your back pressed against it, your eyes trained on the bricked wall in front of you.

    "There you are." Monty sat down beside you. You didn't even hear him approach you. Although considering the fact that you were close to a bomb when it went off, it would explain the slight hearing problems.

    "Here I am." You shrugged.

    "What are you doing out here by yourself?" He questioned, bringing his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.

    "Thinking."

    "What are you thinking about?"

    "My dad and myself."

    "Miss him?"

    "I don't know. I just didn't think that..." You paused, trying to think of a better way to phrase how you were feeling. "I knew, in the back of my mind, that the chance of seeing him again was next to none, you know?" He nodded. "But some small part of me, the part that will always and forever be the little kid who looked by up him, hoped that I would see him again."

    "I get it, it's like me and my mum. I miss her, but I knew I might not see her again when I was put in the Sky Box."

    "It just sucks that they won't find us."

    "Why'd you say that?"

    "Well, I doubt that Dante, and his men, would keep us alive long enough for our parents get to Earth. Or if they're already on Earth, long enough that they get here to the mountain."

    "Keep us alive?"

    "Haven't you noticed we're going missing one-by-one?"

    "That's not true." He shook his head slightly.

    "Where's Harper? Because the last time I saw her was when we went to Dante's office."

    Monty stayed quiet for a minute. "You're right, I just thought I wasn't in the same room at the same time as her."

    "No, Monty, she's been taken. For what? I'm not sure. But I don't doubt that it will be long before we find out ourselves."

    "You're kinda for freaking me out right now."

    You let out a small chuckle at the irony just before a frown made its way to your face. "Why aren't you with Jasp?"

    "He's with Maya..." The expression he held on his face was pity and sadness.

    Of course, Jasper was with Maya. He was almost stuck to her hip as of late, and it was beginning to become annoying. You couldn't really be angry at him though, it wasn't like he knew you were harbouring feelings for him. But it still stung that he chose her, a girl he's just met and barely knows, over someone who was there for him through thick and thin. A sigh left your lips as you rested your head back against the wall, staring at the bright hanging light on the ceiling.

    "Sorry...I know how much you like him." He winced slightly, almost forgetting that you liked Jasper and that would have been a sensitive subject for you.

    "Yeah, and I know how much he likes her."

    Suddenly the phrase 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' happened to be quite literal when both you and Monty turned your heads to the side when you heard Maya and Jasper laugh loudly, holding hands together as they walked down the corridor. You looked down to your hands, picking at the broken skin of your sore knuckles, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Monty turned his head to look at you, once more his expression was pitiful and sad.

    "Sorry." He mouthed as the two 'love birds' approached.

    "Hey, guys," Maya's happy and cheery voice had you suppressing an eye roll.

    "Hey Maya," Monty greeted.

    "Vie." You nodded at her, only using her last name before looking at Jasper. "Jordan." You gave him the same treatment, hoping that the feeling for him would go away if you stopped acting like you cared.

    "Kane," he replied with a confused smile, a small chuckle escaping his mouth—obviously confused at the surname passing your lips instead of the usual 'Jasp' or 'J'.

    "What are you guys doing out here?" Maya questioned, leaning her body against Jasper, her left hand holding onto his upper arm and her right was entangled with his left. "You know, they're serving chocolate cake in the mess hall, right?" It was so hard to hate her when she was so kind.

    "Oh, really?" Monty stuttered out, not liking the thick tension around your body aimed at Maya. "Well, maybe we should go get some, right Kane?" He stood up, holding the wall behind him. Jasper obviously noting something was off.

    "Well, I'm lactose intolerant so..." You started in a quiet tone before Monty yanked you up off the floor, waving goodbye to Jasper and Maya, pulling you away from them.

    Before you both left the corridor, you heard Maya, "I hope she's feeling okay, she seems a little down."

    Then Jasper. "Yeah, maybe." Although he voice was uncertain.

    "Monty!" You whisper-yelled at him as he continued to pull you through the corridors. "What the hell was that?"

    "I thought you were going to smash her head into the wall if she said another word, so I thought for best measure—hoping Jasper wouldn't see you murder someone—that I dragged you away."

    You weren't expecting that. "Smart thinking."

-

    Monty had been sitting on your bed, at the opposite end, chatting with you while Jasper was MIA with Maya. Everyone else was in the mess hall doing something, but you just couldn't be in a room with Maya and Jasper any longer. You swore that if you had to hear the giggles that Maya let out every time Jasper nuzzled his head into her neck or said something before poking her sides you would have set the whole place on fire.

    "Did you see that they were serving fried chicken in this place?"

    "What?" You laughed at his obsession with the food.

    "I've never had it, I mean that's a given, but, it's just so good. I would honestly live off of it."

    "Have fun eating grease."

    "Oh, I will." He laughed before he leaned over, glancing around before raising the level of the music.

    "What's up?" You asked, knowing that he was going to tell you something he shouldn't know about.

    "They've taken someone else. I don't know who. But yesterday, when you said about Harper being gone, I stayed up later than everyone else and I saw that there was another empty bed."

    "They're getting sloppy." Somehow you doubted that they cared if they were found out.

    "They're getting dangerously close to taking one of us next. It could be me or you. Even Jasper. Aren't you going to have more of a reaction?"

    "Monty...We were sent down here to die. I was almost murdered eight times back at camp by the other delinquents just because I was the kid of Marcus Kane. He's all I have in this world...Well, technically outside of this world. I'm losing hope of survival every time I wake up in this place."

    "So, you don't care? If you're taken, I mean."

    "In all honesty?" He nodded his head at you. "I'd be glad."

    "What? Why would you be glad?"

    "I won't be getting murdered by my friends, or murdered by my own father out in space," you started. "I'll be murdered by people who wouldn't have ever cared about me in the first place. I find peace in that."

    "You're just weird."

    "If I'm next, at least now you know that I'll be okay with it, you won't have to worry about me."

    "But I will worry about you." Monty stared at you. "I'm pretty sure Jasper will freak out."

    "Please." You scoffed. "I doubt he even remembers that I exist." You shook your head, picking at the frayed ends of the shirt you were wearing. "He probably wouldn't even notice."

    Monty frowned at you. He wasn't sure what these people were feeding you, but it wasn't the same as what he was having. You seemed different, even more so than usual. Maybe you knew something he didn't, but he doubted that because you tell him everything. You even told him how you thought you were in love with Jasper, which was a big secret between the two of you. You turned the music down a bit just as the others began to enter the dorm room.

-

    When you woke up the room was dark, it smelt different to the usual dorm room. For some reason, you weren't able to move your body. You struggled against whatever it was that was keeping you from moving, only to hear the sound of metal clinking together and the sound of leather stretching. Your eyes struggled to adapt to the darkness, but you tried glancing down to your arms, only to see legs of a table.

    You soon realised that you were face down on a medical table, strapped down in harnesses keeping you from escaping. A groan left your lips as your forehead stung. You weren't sure how long you had been out for, but your neck felt sore, almost like you had needles pressed against your skin. The searing pain began to get worse and worse as you came more around and aware of your surroundings.

    A scream left your lips as a face came to view. It was Cage Wallace, Dante's son. "Well rise and shine, it's only been a couple of days, but at last we're finally ready for your bone marrow."

    "What?" Your voice was panicked.

    "Oh, don't worry." He shook his head, shuffling his feet as he continued to crouch down to see you. "You probably won't live for much longer, so the pain won't last for long," he spoke as if it were no big deal.

    "Why are you doing this?" Tears built up in your eyes.

    "We deserve to live on the surface, it's where we belong."

    "Well find another way!" You yelled, struggling against the holds.

    "Oh, no, no. We've found that the delinquents bone marrow is a far better treatment for us. You see while you were in space, your bodies adapted to filter out solar radiation from the sun, therefore the radiation down on Earth means nothing to your mutated cells. While the Grounders—you remember them, don't you? Well, the Grounders, they just didn't do an as good of a job as you kids." He poked your nose with a smile. Clearly deranged.

    "Please..."

    "Please? You want me to get started?" He assumed. "Of course!" He stood up. The sound of a drill started up.

    "No!" You screamed. "No, get me out of here! Monty! Monty help me!"

    "No one's going to help you, they're all tied up. Well, Monty isn't. He's not here." You weren't sure what he meant, but that made the tears fall down your cheeks faster, your screams turned to pained sobs as the drill pierced the skin of your hip bone. A loud deafening scream erupted from your lips as the drill continued to the bone, extracting your bone marrow, painfully.

-

    When you woke up, your body was on a different medical bed. This time you were able to see everything around you, even though it was through blurred vision. The cave walls were surrounded by the remaining delinquents, including Abby and your dad. You were pretty sure you were hallucinating as a pained laugh fell from your bloodied lips. Of course, he'd be the last thing you'd see before you died.

    "Ready for another go?" Cage placed his hand on your forehead, his other on your thigh as you saw the Mountain Men with drills crowd around you.

    "I'm already dead." You grinned weakly at him. "I can see my dad, I'm already dead so you can go ahead. I'd rather be dead than have my dad actually watch me die."

    "Oh, but he really is here!" Cage grinned back, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. "So, really, he is watching you die. How's this for a family reunion?" He laughed before he stared at you, a menacing smile on his face as your eyes widened. He clicked his fingers at the men before he stepped away, his hand leaving your forehead, letting the men begin the extraction once more.

    "Dad?"

    "I'm here, we're going to get you out of here."

    "How?" You asked over the sound of the drill.

    "We have a plan."

    You laughed weakly once more. "Some plan this is." Another scream burned your throat as the drill went into your thigh, your body tensing and struggling against the restraints. The pain began to increase, becoming too much as your vision darkened until there was nothing there, and the feeling soon faded into nothing.

-

    You weren't sure if you were dead. You wouldn't be upset if you were. But a tent ceiling was above you when you woke up once more. You tried to sit up, but hands pushed you back down gently. You looked over and saw Abby smiling a teary-eyed smile at you, stroking your hair back from your face. You furrowed your eyebrows. Were you back on the Ark? But she wasn't on Earth, she was on the Ark still. Was all of that just a dream?

    "Welcome back," she spoke soothingly as she sniffed. "You scared all of us, you wouldn't wake up for days. Then those days turned into weeks. Those weeks turned into a few months." She picked up a damp cloth, dabbing your face. "I sent your father away so he could shower and eat something, he'll be back soon."

    "What happened?"

    "The Mountain Men tried to take your bone marrow. But Clarke had a plan." She nodded, trying to hold back her tears.

    "C-Clarke's alive?" Your voice cracked, your eyes threatened to spill with tears as you tried to sit up, looking for her, a tiny smile almost touching the corners of your mouth.

    Abby looked shocked at your words, Clarke never mentioned that you had been friends, so your reaction wasn't what she was expecting. "Yeah, yeah she is. Along with Bellamy, Raven, Octavia, Monroe, Murphy."

    "Finn?" You raised an eyebrow.

    "He didn't make it."

    "He's safer now." You nodded. "Just like Wells."

    "So are you." She told you, a single tear rolling down her face. "You're awake, you're alive. You might be weak but you're alive!" She whispered at the end, a proud look on her face.

    "Is Jaha here?"

    "Yeah, he's here. He stayed on the Ark for his people to live, but he came down so his people could survive."

    "Touching," you spoke quickly, almost without emotion. "Does he know? About Wells?"

    "Yeah, Murphy took him to his grave. He also went to somewhere called the City of Light."

    "So, who's the Chancellor?"

    "I am."

    "Okay. Am I allowed to sit up, Chancellor?" You smirked.

    "But right now, I'm your doctor." She chuckled a bit. "And of course, you can, just carefully."

    When she helped you up, you saw Monty rush in. "I eavesdropped," he admitted when Abby was about to talk. "I couldn't wait. I know your dad was probably the second person who was meant to see you, but I got excited."

    A small smile reached your lips as you nodded to him, Abby stepped back for you two to talk, saying she was going to go see Raven, while Monty stepped closer. "Hey," you spoke softly.

    "You're alive."

    "So, I've been told. How are you?"

    "Tired. I couldn't sleep, the thought of you never waking up again put me off the idea."

    "Sorry about that."

    "We're safe now, though."

    You nodded. "Is everyone else—?"

    "Yeah. We're okay. Fox..."

    "We'll meet her again, someday. Somewhere better than this place." He nodded in response. "And Jasper?"

    "Heartbroken." You raised an eyebrow. "In order to save our people, I had to switch the fans letting radiation into the mountain. Clarke and Bellamy pulled the lever. The Mountain Men didn't make it," he told you, but you said nothing. "Maya died."

    You gulped, looking down at your bandaged legs. "She didn't deserve that." You shook your head. "If they had used my marrow on her, maybe—"

    "You'd be dead."

    "Maya wouldn't be, and then Jasper would be happy. She shouldn't have died, Monty."

    "I know, but it was the price we had to take, we couldn't just let all of our people die for Maya to maybe live. Besides, they would have taken Jasper at some point."

    "This isn't fair," you mumbled, shaking your head.

-

    Almost a month later, Abby convinced your dad to let you work as one of the guards. That way then he would be able to go outside the wall with you, keep an eye on you, and just all-in-all be close to you. Like he had always wanted. At first, he was reluctant, but with a few words from the remaining delinquents with Bellamy and Lincoln, he was persuaded. You had your own gun and uniform—although it was a little big on you. Even though it wasn't in space, the Ark was still home.

    You were on wall duty, keeping the perimeter checked while some of the guards and Grounders went out to hunt for food. Your dad stayed behind, still worried about your health, which was completely acceptable given that your bone marrow was taken from your body only a couple of months prior. A guard came over to take over your shift, allowing you to stretch your legs and walk around.

    You hadn't spoken to Jasper, not wanting to bring back memories of the mountain for him, along with ones of Maya. It was safer that way. You still hadn't seen Clarke, although Bellamy said she did leave, not wanting to carry the weight of guilt around with her. You would miss her, but she would be back. One day.

    "Oh!" You let out when you bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention—" You stopped talking when you saw Jasper. "Hey."

    "Hey, Kane."

    "Sorry, about bumping into you," you mumbled, trying to get around him.

    "Wait!" He called out, making you stop. "I haven't seen you in a few months. I miss you," he admitted.

    "Really?" He nodded his head. "I thought that you wouldn't want to see me, I wasn't that great of a friend back at—"

    "That's not true. I was the one who left you."

    "You don't have to talk about it."

    "No. I do." His eyes darted across your face, taking every inch of you in. "I was being selfish. It wasn't until I saw all that blood, the tears, or when I heard your screams die down that I realised just how crappy of a friend I had been. I left you for someone I barely knew, someone who I should have known it wasn't going to last with..."

    "Jasper—" You started softly.

    "I'm not done apologising," he interrupted. "I need to let this all out." You nodded your head for him to continue. "Monty told me what you said. The night before you were taken. All of it. He also told me to get my head out of my ass and to realise that the person I've actually liked all along, liked me back, but was one step away from death. I didn't believe him at first, I was upset and angry. So, I let him sit outside the medical tent for weeks, all by himself, when it should have been both of us. Hell, I should have been in there with you holding your goddamn hand!"

    "You don't have to do this to yourself." You shook your head.

    "I need you to know that I like you. Hell, I'm probably even in love with you. But that doesn't make up for the fact that I basically left you for dead for someone who already was dead. The last couple of days, before you woke up, hit me the hardest, because I knew that if you weren't going to wake up anytime soon you wouldn't have woken up at all. That terrified me. More than the thought of Maya dying." He gulped. "I'm just so sorry for everything, I have way more to apologise for, but I feel like this is a good place to start."

    "You don't have to apologise, Jasp, I'm not angry with you." His eyes snapped to yours. "What?"

    "You called me Jasp."

    "Yeah? It's your nickname."

    "All that time in Mount Weather it was Jordan, I haven't heard it in months."

    "Well, you'll be hearing it from now on." You smiled lightly.

    "Can I hug you?"

    "That's a stupid question." He frowned slightly. "You don't have to ask to hug me, Jasp, just hug me." You laughed out before his arms immediately went to wrap around your body. You could tell he wanted to hug you tightly but he didn't want to hurt you, so, he settled for a gentle hug. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back before he pulled away.

    "I'm going to see Monty, but I'll see you later?"

    "Of course." You nodded before you both parted ways.

    "Who was that?" Your dad asked as you made your way over to his table.

    "Just my friend." You shrugged.

    "Just a friend?"

    "Yeah..."

    "Sure. If that's what you want to call it."