#the 100 bellamy
- trying to survive.bellamy blake x reader
summary: in which being bellamy’s best friend can cause a lot of trouble especially when it’s known camp wide and especiallywhen there’s a fugitive on the loose
warning/s: swearing, season one asshole murphy, bellamy almost dying, hurt feelings, off script because i don’t remember like anything from season one
slater’s note: WOOHOO BELLAMY SZN
“where’s bellamy?”
octavia froze at the sound of your voice, her back slightly straightening up as her hand gripped the walkie in her hand tighter. you could see the strain in her knuckles as they turned white, causing you to furrowed your eyebrows, walking closer to her, trying to get sight of her eyes, but she had them closed, tightly, and she didn’t want to open them.
“y/n…”
“octavia, where’s bellamy?”
she had finally opened them up with a sigh, peaking into your own with hesitation and nervousness. it made your facial features tighten together with the sudden pain filling feeling in your stomach.
it couldn’t be good. something was definitely wrong with the way octavia seemed to have made no move to unscrew her mouth—but instead made her eyes speak for her. they slowly dragged from yours to the drop ship where the door was closed.
“what’s going on?” you shifted away from her slowly, eyes beginning to search the small crowd that filled around the drop ship, all equally uneasy. “where’s bellamy?”
“murphy’s back.”
you frowned deeply at the answer coming from a boy who stared at you anxiously, like saying those words would set you off. it only led you deeper into your confusion before you began to connect two and two together, your eyes immediately falling back in line with the metal machine.
“murphy, open up!” you had stormed closer, banging your fist against the usual large opening that was now closed, shielding away any activity that took place inside, most likely including harm towards your best friend.
murphy smirked from the inside, looking to bellamy who froze, his eyes slowly glazing up the drop ship door.
it was a bad idea.
bellamy almost begged for murphy to ignore your calls, shaking his head with hard eyes that said he would regret it if he made a move to open up that metal door.
“murphy, don’t.”
“murphy let me in!”
he smirked, his eyes going back and forth between the two of you before finalizing on bellamy, “you forget, bellamy,” he smirked, “i’m the one in charge here.”
murphy then lifted his walkie, “i’ll let her in, just make her drop her weapons.”
octavia abruptly glanced down at the walkie she had at hand, her stomach beginning to twist again as she looked back up to you. your eyes met and you dropped nothing despite holding a small knife in the back of your belt.
she nodded to you, hesitant, before speaking in the walkie talkie, “she’s ready.”
“no, murphy, don’t open that goddamn door,” bellamy’s look hardened, “she didn’t do anything, please.”
he smirked, “i like it when you beg, bellamy… makes me feel powerful.”
he slapped the button to open the drop ship door, not breaking his eye contact with bellamy who clenched his jaw, glaring.
“awh, princess, nice of you to join us, go sit down by your pal bellamy,” he held the gun loosely, pointing at you to the spot he wanted you at. it made you raise your hands quickly in response, almost flinching away from him even though he was no where close to you. it made him smile in response, “what, did your parents hit you as a kid? go sit down.”
you glanced to bellamy, who was trying not to break the blank expression on his face, trying to hide the fact that he cared so much. bellamy’s feelings and emotions could only get him in so much more trouble from here on out.
“now tie these up,” he tossed a bunch seatbelts towards bellamy after once again closing the drop ship door. “i want you to tie her up so she can watch you hang.”
you glanced up to the boy who looked down to you before looking to the seatbelts in his hands, gripping them tightly for a moment before looking back to you.
when you landed on earth, you were attracted to bellamy right away and the big brother atmosphere he gave off… and even though he already had a younger sister, he took you in like another. he was the fastest friend you had ever made—well the only one actually. he made stupid decisions but he did it all in thought for his own safety… for your safety.
you were his right hand man.
you stared up to the man with helpless eyes, you couldn’t give him anything and he almost winced back because of it. he almost had expected you to have a plan, but with marching in here without a gun and only going by the second, you couldn’t offer anything. and the knife hidden within your belt could only go so far.
“i want you to hang, bellamy.”
“murphy, listen-“ you spoke fast in fear but were cut off fast.
“shut up,” murphy spoke quickly, practically lashing out and over into your direction, “i’m tired of you having yourbitchtalk for you, trying to get you out of shit that you're bound to end up in.”
fast into your friendship you caught up onto feelings that you didn’t seem coming. you devoted yourself to him because of it, because you were practically in love with the boy—and blind. but it felt wrong… and you figured you wouldn’t do anything about the feelings, not wanting to risk anything.
murphy sighed as he analyzed the two of you all paused from making any moves, staring right back at him in caution, “get tying before i shoot.”
you looked back up to bellamy right away, watching him begin to tie slowly before kneeling down before you. you almost shook your head frantically in disagreement, knowing if he tied you up it’d put you in a worser situation than you already were in.
he gave you a pointed look in return, “trust me.”
you practically stared at him in disbelief but relentlessly gave up, slowly giving him your hands paired together. what could he possibly do now?
“behind the back, bellamy,” murphy dumbfounded, “none of that bullshit.”
you could see a visible cringe as bellamy looked back up from the tying, clenching his jaw before moving behind you. he pulled your arms gently and began to tie once more with nervous hands.
murphy’s eyes connected with yours in the process and a sudden smirk came upon his face as if remembering something. you wouldn’t lie—it scared you the moment he tipped his jaw up and spoke, “let’s tell a story, one i think you’ll like, y/n. it’s about your friend bellamy.”
you could feel the boy freeze from behind you, looking up from his work, glaring with being unknowing to this story.
“not really a story just—i mean i don’t know enough so i think bellamy should tell it himself,” he finally met eyes with him, “how was fucking reyes?”
of course.
of fucking course he knew.
“i can’t remember if this was before or after you found out y/n likes you?” he tipped his head in an increase of confidence, “remind me, i’m foggy on all the details.”
you felt your chest tighten uncomfortably to the point you swore it’d explode—break—crack—cause you further pain, but it stayed in the same repetitive strain that made you choke.
“alright, that’s enough,” bellamy stood.
“woah, woah, sense when did i say you could stand. sit back down blake,” he moved toward bellamy as well, challenging him while making it obvious that he still held that gun. “now fill our friend in, i’m sure she’d love to know.”
you gaze up to him, suppressing any emotion to overcome your face. you couldn’t even fess up what you even felt. bellamy looked down to you, a look of sympathy striking his features before looking back up to murphy, “this doesn’t need to happen.”
“it’s too late for that,” he nodded, sure of himself, his face going blank but his eyes filling with anger, “you know on second thought, i want you to hang now,” he nodded toward the noose that was already tied and hung perfectly with a stool underneath it.
“go on,” he nodded again and bellamy had no choice but to take a step onto the stool and place his head through the rope of seatbelts after a long period of hesitation and looking between you and murphy.
“murphy, please,” your eyes went wide at him, sporting an innocences that looked strange on you. “don’t do this.”
“why shouldn’t i?” he seemed to slant back, looking amused, “huh, y/n? i mean you seem to know bellamy so well, why don’t you enlighten me. why should i let your boyfriend live?”
you kept your mouth shut with finding no valid reason as to why murphy would let bellamy live. what he did was unforgivable and if you were in murphy’s position, you would have allowed your anger to get the best of you and…
“look, murphy, i understand that you’re feeling angry right now-“
“understand?” he scoffed, moving closer to you before bending down so his face was close to yours, “you don’t even remotely understand what i feel right now.”
he was so on edge and unstable that you could see it through his pupils. he wanted revenge—you’d have to be dumb to not realize it, but there was something else. he was spiraling, his mind was racing, and you could see his emotions leaking from little spaces on his face.
“this won’t help, murphy, believe me. having bellamy hang won’t help you feel any better.”
“i think it will,” he smiled blandly, “see, me and bellamy, we’re not the same,” he shook his head, looking off a little. “you may be able to convince bellamy of anything, but not me. you can’t get him out of this one.”
“you want to bet?” you finally untangled yourself from the tie around your wrists that you had been working in for the past couple of minutes, reaching forward and stabbing the knife from your belt in his shoulder.
it had to be luck or just amazing timing because the minute murphy shrunk back, grabbing his arm where the weapon stuck out, octavia came rushing in as did the rest of the camp, ready to put him down.
**
“i need to talk to you,” bellamy’s rough hand clasped your shoulder from where you sat on the drop ship table, waiting for clarke to come back. his touch made you tense up before slightly easing back into a slouch, looking up to the man who had a look on his face you were unfamiliar with.
“okay,” you look at him curiously, hoping off the surface of the table before moving with him toward the corner.
he seems hesitant, his eyes not meaning yours as he thinks of how to speak without overstepping on something, “i need you to understand that i would never hurt you,” he looks at you sadly, his eyes piercing yours, wanting you to listen and understand even if you shouldn’t. “i didn’t think and i will forever regret that, especially after today.”
you hated that you had to listen to his apology, mainly because you felt you hadn’t even had enough time to process it all.
“i take you for granted,” his lips pressed into a thin line and his hand reached for your forearm, grasping it lightly. “i care about you, a lot.” his stare is pointed and hard, almost as if forcing you to understand this, to accept this, “i’m sorry.”
“bellamy, you don’t-“
“you saved my ass today,” he cut you off, seeming to ignore you completely while changing his tone. “again.”
you stared at him with a lost expression and he finally looked at you, finally, with a look that’d you accept. he stared at you softly, smiling hopelessly, before leaning in toward you, pressing a kiss on your cheek, “i’ll forever be in debt to you.”
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death era.
pairings. bellamy blake x fem!oc
part four of n/a.
warnings. foul language, violence
ricky rocks. no bellamy fans out there
two weeks.
athena were losing her mind and she had learned an awful lot about some girl you barely knew in the first place. she was crazy, that was your first thought because there was no way someone was as determined and positive as she was in the midst of an apocalypse.
days counted down, leading nearer and nearer to when she’d have to pay up. which was something that athena dreaded. ever since her hostile encounter with bellamy, she felt sick to her stomach at the thought of putting herself in the position of encountering more strangers.
the only thing that kept her stable? octavia.
even if she was quite strange, athena found comfort in her presence and she relieved her from the pain that was graced upon her body within the last three weeks. she almost forgot the weight of death was constantly weighting on her everyday.
but now, since the bullet wound was on the edge of fully healing and the cut seared into her shoulder was beginning to fully scar over; she was on the move.
the woods seemed so abnormally cloudy than usual. cloudy and cold. athena could barely see three feet in front of her.
athena was on the top of her senses as she looked around the barely visible landscape; her lips pressed into a thin line, thinking over all the possibilities of dying right in that moment. there were a lot, all varying from tripping over a log and smashing your skull on a rock to unintentionally finding a walker.
she glanced over to octavia who looked around in a less tense movement than her; her eyes closing with some form of content as she seemed to be consuming the cold air that seeped into her pores. it made athena uneasy and even a little bothered by the way she seemed so.. happy.
“i have a feeling…”
“you said that half an hour ago,” athena gave her a pointed look, as if telling her whatever she was thinking, it wasn’t going to work out.
“have faith, little goddess,” her lips turned upwards into a small smile, eyebrows raising up as if returning her the rough look but with softer eyes.
athena ignored her, focusing back in front of the path she walked, careful not run into a hidden tree or trip over a log. walkers were the least of their worries at that moment.
“you sure this is where you came from-“
the sound of light cackling made athena stop her speaking, her eyes going everywhere at once. the sound was so startling for she hadn’t heard a laugh like that for awhile. her heart was throwing itself up in her throat as she raised her gun, senses turned up more than ever.
octavia had stopped walking as well, her eyes gliding across the white misty blanket in front of them, almost hoping to see past it in hopes of matching the cackle with a form or face. but she wasn’t unnerved, she had almost heard a laugh like that every day of her life, especially after the apocalypse.
the laugh rose through the air again, bouncing against the trees and ripping through the fog, reaching the two girls once again making octavia widen her eyes, her back straightening in realization.
“murphy.”
“what—wait octavia, where are you going?”
athena’s eyes widen as she watched the girl take off into the blinding wall of white, her small form disappearing fast, making athena’s heart pick up and chest tighten, completely at a lost as to what had just happened before her eyes.
“octavia!”
she knew she shouldn’t have yelled, she didn’t know why she did either because once octavia found her people, she would never have to deal with any living, conscious person ever again.
and if octavia wanted to run off into the fog, that’d make it faster and easier for athena to carry on.
but something had begun to eat away at athena’s mind the moment octavia took her fast step towards the unknown laugh. she owed it to not only the girl herself, but to octavia’s people to keep the girl alive and well, despite her being a pain in the ass.
it was hard to keep up with curiosity.
“‘tavia!”
athena’s word froze out into the open air as she breathed roughly, her stride increasing in speed and length as she continued to chase the girl through the milky woods. it begun to hurt, worse that ever. she felt as if the stitches in her shoulder would pop or the wound in her thigh would start bleeding with her feat hitting the unknown floor roughly and harshly. it was the all too quick, and hesitant movement that pained her.
“oct-“
her body slammed into the back of another, almost knocking to the ground of crisp leaves.
“they’re here…” she whispered, her figure stable to the ground in such a calm manner as if she hadn’t taken off so fast and unexpected moments ago, “i can feel it.”
athena stared at octavia blatenly with her mouth opened wide in a dumbfounded manner, “are you fucking crazy?” she wanted to smack the girl on the back of the head, but didn’t for still being so shocked.
“octavia?”
athena freezes, turning around quickly to see a figure emerging from the fog. a girl, with loose strands of hair flying everywhere from the ponytail she had in. she seemed to be out of breath like she had been sprinting just like the two of them, her chest heaving up and down drastically.
“octavia, oh my god,” she scoffs happily, rushing to the girl before wrapping her arms around her tightly, “we thought you were dead.”
athena stares silently, holding her gun awkwardly till her hears the mumble of words from octavia, i’m not thanks to her.
she shook her head, still not understanding what was happening, nor processing it as quick as the ditz before her. how did they just… find each other? athena looked away from the pair, her eyes immediately landing onto more figures that began to be more and more visible from the fog.
athena raises her gun rather fast out of caution when two figures slow out of their running stance, quickly raising their hands in caution as well as shock.
“woah there kid,” a boy says quickly, eyeing her up and down, before landing flat on her gun, his eyes lighting up for a split moment.
“athena, it’s them,” octavia puts herself between athena and the boy, pushing the weapon away from them quickly, “my people.”
athena tilts her head back, as if steadily leaning her body away from the black haired girl unsurely, tightening her grip on the rifle. she wasn’t too sure about this. too many people, too many unknown faces.
“yeah, people, ever seen them before?” the boy raised his eyebrows, laying his hand on the barrel of the gun, pointing in downward, almost mocking her, “looks like you’ve lived in a hole for the past six years.”
“you don’t look any better pal,” the girl besides him mumbles, speaking for the first time as her eyes observed the landscape. she seemed unsettled and hesitant with where they were located, like there were something wrong—but not at all concerned as to who athena was.
athena turned her gaze to the dirty blonde hair girl, analyzing her carefully before the girl returns her gaze. she seemed to hold a cautious gaze when looking at athena and maybe it was because of the gun she was holding.
“i knew you’d wait up murphy,” octavia says, holding a proud smirk on her face as she looked up to the boy who had a couple inches on her.
“not like it was my choice,” he said, “can’t control mother nature.”
athena slightly winced at the sass in his voice and statement, implying he would’ve left if the fog hadn’t been holding them up, but octavia didn’t seem to be bothered for she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly with a satisfied smile.
murphyseemed to accept the embrace right away despite his seemingly negative behavior directed towards her.
it was sweet.
athena felt a sense of slight awkwardness as she stood, gripping her gun tightly. she hadn’t been around people for the longest time. octavia alone was hard enough to handle, she didn’t possibly know how to handle a whole group. so she returned her gaze back to the girl who stood next to murphy, who seemed to be continuing to analyze the layout of the forest, as if memorizing it, thinking of the best ways to find a way to guide through it.
“where’s bell?” octavia broke the silence, turning to the first girl who had shown through the fog, she only shrugged her shoulders, not really giving a concern to the person in mention.
“i don’t know, once i heard your voice, i took off,” she crossed her arms, seeming to set back into a mode of seriousness, but yet she didn’t seem so concerned.
“i’m sure he’s close behind,” murphy mumbled, his expression now dull, lips pressed into a thin line, “if not, i’m sure it won’t be hard to find his large boot tracks.”
“so you guys just left him?”
“it’s not our fault he’s slow,” the other girl mumbled, her eyes now back on athena, analyzing her more. she realized she looked more annoyed than cautious. she looked smart, like she could be a tracker and her mind spoke more than her actual mouth.
“so you going to introduce your friend, or do we have to find out ourselves?” murphy sighed, looking back to athena who froze under mention.
“this is athena marrisen, found her in the woods on the look for bell,” octavia motioned to her, but athena didn’t move at all nor said anything.
everything was so off putting.
“so you go to look for your brother, but come back with a lost looking puppy who can barely hold her gun,” murphy looked athena up and down with a blank gaze, “great.”
“bellamy can handle himself, he found his way back to you guys, right?”
bellamy.
athena’s brows scrunched up as she looked up to octavia, but before she could say anything she heard the loud stomps of a heavy set of shoes. athena bit her lip, eyes on the ground as she begun to process things.
“bellamy, oh thank god.”
her eyes flew up to the man who emerged from the fog, dark curly locks, a red cut that begun to heal stretched across his cheek bone, his large built body making his way out of the blinding fog. her eyes widen, feet moving faster then her mind could process.
“you son of bitch,” she’s quick to throw the large rifle to the ground, practically leaping towards the man, gripping his collar tightly, pressing the knife she pulled from her belt loop to his throat, “you fucking asshole.”
“you,” he finally processed who had him a knife point, his eyes widening before glaring quickly despite the layer of surprisal wrapping around his mind, “how the fuck are you alive?”
“really thought your bullet would kill me? i’m just trying to survive,remember?” she spits, pressing her knife harder against his throat.
“it wasn’t meant to kill you,” he spat back, “it was meant to make you suffer.”
“blue, let him go,” a sense of urgency in octavia’s voice filled athena’a ears as she grabs onto her shoulder lightly, not necessarily surprised bellamy had a knife to his throat, but confused as to why it was athena of all people.
“you know her?” bellamy narrowed his brows, looking to octavia who was trying her best to pry athena off his neck.
“bellamy,you know her?”
“bellamy’s the one who put the bullet in my thigh.”
“yeah we got that already,” murphy was leaned against one of the trees barely surrounded in fog, completely unbothered and relaxed.
if bellamy’s throat was slit right in that moment, which there was a high percentage that’d happen, it wouldn’t bother murphy as much as the others. better bellamy than him.
“raven,” bellamy’s eyes search for the girl who was leaned behind octavia, “get her off of me.”
the first girl to appear from the fog narrowed her brows, “wait, bellamy,” raven dumbfounds, inching closer to you, “this is the girl?”
“what girl?”
“bellamy said he may have had found the answers to all of our problems,” she smirks, leaning on the tips of her toes to see the side of athena’s face better.
it catches her off guard as she hesitantly looks as raven, her face slowly turning to meet the girls curious and smirky gaze. it was the wrong move to say less because right as she turned her cheek, bellamy had knocked athena to her ass.
a loud groan resonated past her lips as he now hovered over her with the knife now pressed into her throat, “maybe this time i won’t make the mistake-“
athena clocks him on the side of the head with her fist before he could finish his sentence, his stance becoming weaker but still hovered over her.
“bellamy, don’t kill her!”
but all of octavia’s yelling and pleading was only background noise as athena continue to bash away at the side of his head before finally brining her knee up between his legs, kneeing hard.
it cause him to groan loudly, curling into a ball by the side of her and it was like a routine now because she was now pointing the firearm he hand in his belt loop at his temple, but it was like she forgot she was around his people, strangers.
and athena of all people knew not to trust strangers.
the cautious girl, the girl who seemed smart; sent a blow to the side of her head, knocking athena out almost immediately.
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death era.
pairings. bellamy blake x fem!oc
part three of n/a.
about.bellamy doesn’t keep his promise, but why?
warnings.n/a
ricky rocks. okay now the story is going to get moving.
“hey, hey, relax.”
the light shimmering of sun peaking through the forest trees flooded into athena’s eyesight like anguish. her head throbbed and all she could get out was a groan while her body rolled slightly around on the forest floor in attempt to bring her back to life and recreate feeling within her limbs.
her eyes squinted into slits as the feeling of sleep wore off into the ground and reality hit her harder than bellamy did. he didn’t kill her like he said he would, she was alive, and she could really feel it now.
she struggled in her position, a feeling of paranoia striking her fast as she half expected bellamy would be right there to watch her become accustomed to the blow to her head and the large deep cut swelling in her right shoulder—she almost thought it was him who had pressure on the wound.
but she was mistaken, it was a girl.
that’s all athena could make out as she tried her best to adjust her eyesight on the girl with the half-assed lift of her head.
“steady yourself there, blue,” a groan once again resonated from athena’s mouth as the girl moved back a bit, more sunlight flooding into her sight and more pain as the girl pressed harder onto her shoulder causing blood to leak out beneath her hands.
“someone sliced you huh,” she tilted her head a bit, more or so mumbling to herself as she examined athena a little more, pursing her lips. “smacked you across the head too.”
athena only grunted in reply, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at the pain. the girl grabbed her forehead, tilting it back and forth and up and down, trying to see where the blood of the wound on her head resonated from.
“i need to patch you up,” she huffs, “you’re gonna need stitches on that shoulder of yours and i don’t even know what to do about the rest of you.”
the girl clicked her tongue, sitting back, letting go of athena’s shoulder hesitantly while she made a move to her pack, but she heard the click of a gun making her tightly close her eyes in regret. it was difficult to find good trusting people anymore, even ones that were injured, they always seemed to be the most hesitant.
“who are you?” athena pushed past the urge to wince as she had increased the pain in her shoulder. the gun bellamy had used to knock her out had been left graciously a little ways up and past her head.
“octavia,” she had her hands raised as she turned back around slowly, “my name is octavia and i just want to help you, okay?”
“no one just wants to help,” athena mumbled, just barely coughing her words out.
“listen, i don’t care what you think, but you need stitches, and the bullet in your leg pulled out.”
“what?-”
bam.
being knocked upside the head twice in a day was not healthy, especially for someone in the condition athena was in. octavia wasn’t sure how the girl had such a strong hold up still, she knew she’d probably be a mess if she had a cut deep in need of stitches and a bullet stuck in her thigh, but the thing was, athena was out of conscious, if she wanted to scream, she couldn’t have.
when athena woke up, she felt like she couldn’t move. she felt as if her thigh had tons of bricks inside of it, weighing her down to the forest floor. the realization that bellamy also shot her hit her hard; what was the point? to slow her down? to let her slowly bleed out and die? that being him feeling less guilty with the possibly that she’d survive?
athena felt like she was about to throw up, her eyes twitched in pain when her shoulder took over most of her thoughts, pain was the only thing bouncing around in that head of hers.
octavia, the girl who knocked athena in the head, also the girl who had saved her from bleeding out, sat a couple feet away, rummaging through something. it made athena swallow when she just barely raised her head to peak.
octavia was going through her pack. that alone would have set athena off but she couldn’t do much from the position she was in, and this girl saved her after all.
“i’d really appreciate it if you didn’t mess with my things,” she gazed up at the darkening sky, her stomach rummaging around in anxiousness as well as pain, “it’s rude.”
octavia froze, but then relaxed when realizing the girl couldn’t do anything, even if she tried. “just trying to figure out who you are,” she mumbled, flipping through a book, a journal, but it wasn’t athenas, part of it wasn’t anyways.
“hate to break it to you, but i’m a nobody.”
“you must be a somebody if you can get ahold of an m4 carbine,” she mumbled again, before putting away the journal without much examination, sliding over to where athena began to get up.
“how’d you get a military gun?”
“they’re not hard to steal.”
“yeah but they’re hard to find, they’re rare and fucking dangerous.”
“how do you know that?”
the pair of young girls stare into each other’s eyes for a good moment, each studying one another. there’s more than met the surface, and the both of them knew it.
“that journal, it keeps track of hits, but most of them aren’t recent… that isn’t yours, is it?”
oh. so she did study it.
“how do you know so much about the m4?”
“where did you get it?”
“at a base off the interstate.”
“which one.”
“i don’t remember.”
“okay,” octavia’s face laid blank but there was still a layer of skepticism that littered her brows as they were slightly pinched together. she knew. “can i ask why you were bleeding out when i found you?”
“some prick-” she slightly gasped as she adjusted her position, “decided to let me suffer instead of kill me like he promised.”
“why?”
athena cringed, slightly turning her head, “i wouldn’t give him what he wanted.”
octavia didn’t push on from there.
“when’s the last time you ate?”
“why do you want to help me so bad?”
“because human decency is hard to find and i know if i was in the exact position you’re in, i’d want help.”
oh.
athena didn’t say anything in return because she couldn’t agree. octavia, this girl before her, was a better person than she was. in todays world, it was everyone for themselves.
“now, when’s the last time you ate?”
**
“why are you alone?” for the past hour athena were trying your best to ease into the presence of octavia and her strangely positive attitude. she were propped against a tree, sitting across from the girl as she seemed to of been tying pieces of grass to one another.
“i have people,” she spoke, her tone a lot lower than it had been before. it was like instantly her mood had dropped and she was now dejected. “we got split up.”
“so, you’re alone now.”
“but with reason.”
“with reason?” athena arched a brow, examining her closely now.
“i’m looking for someone.”
“the rest of your group?”
“no,” she shook her head, “see, half our group was split in half, and i got split from them.”
athena didn’t press on. there was something about this topic that was obviously upsetting and the girl wasn’t as up for talking about it as anything else. athena was also finding it difficult to talk to her in the first place, it seemed she was almost hiding something with how restricting she was with her words now.
“do you have people?”
stupid question.
“no.”
“why not?”
athena had to be careful answering this. she had many reasons as to not trusting people, not to be in a collective group, but saying the wrong thing could place a bad atmosphere on the both of them, “most of the people around here are dead.”
“and the live ones?”
“usually want to kill me… if you couldn’t tell.”
she lightly smiles, and silence settles over as the both of them thought. she wanted to say something, athena could tell, but she was hesitant, “my people aren’t like that.”
“what are they like?” athena shouldn’t have been entertaining the idea, she knew that, she knew where octavia was going with that statement.
“you should find out.”
athena shook her head, “you don’t have to do that.”
“do what?”
“offer me a position in your group. you’ve already done enough for me,” she internally cringed at her sweet words, “if anything, i owe you.”
“then help me find them,” her voice sounds slight enlightened as an idea pops into her head.
“what?”
“help me find them, pay me back that way.”
shit.
“octavia-”
“athena, you said it yourself, you owe me and what’s holding you back from doing so?” she was now drawing closer to her, “listen, i stay with you for a week, help you heal, and when you can walk, you help me, deal?”
she’s now right next to her, making it hard for her to look anywhere but at octavia. everything was screaming at her to not agree, to stick to her ground rules. but something overruled that power as she starred deeper into octavia’s eyes and saw something she hasn’t seen in a long time; hope.
“deal.”
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“what’s wrong?” you were drawn away from your thoughts, glancing to raven. her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel of the rover while looking to you in a slightly anxious manner. “you haven’t spoken the whole ride.”
kane had gotten a call about twenty minutes ago about there being a breach and half the guard team was already gone. there was no one to cover the call except you.
“i got this,” you were already slinging on your guard jacket before kane could say anything, he had never intended on you hearing the beep in but there you were with your eager eyes and ease dropping ears.
he frowned, shaking his head, “no, it’s too dangerous out there.”
you looked at kane dumbfounded, your frown curving deeper into your cheeks making you look older and increasing the darkness within your features, “i can handle myself out there.”
he knew you could, he wasn’t worry about that. kane was more concerned about reasons he wasn’t about to speak aloud, especially to your face in fear of risking setting you off.
“you’re not going.”
“kane,” you gave him a pointed look, shoving your gun in the loop of your belt. you continued to defy him, causing his stomach to wrench up, he didn’t want to yell at you. “i can handle myself out there.”
“if you go,” he began too slowly cave from his original statement, leaning against metal table separating the two of you, “i want someone out there with you.”
“bellamy isn’t here.”
bellamy was always your scout partner when either one of you were sent out of arkadia to scope out whatever needed to be scoped out. both of you would have been well enough without one another but it was always nice to have company, especially company like bellamy’s.
“you’re going with me, sweetheart,” raven appeared out of nowhere, patting your back as she begun to climb in the driver seat of the rover with a slight struggle due to her leg.
you almost resisted the urge to clench your jaw too hard. you loved raven but you would really preferred to take this trip alone, especially after what had happened last time; you were with miller, completely throwing you off due to him having a completely different style when it came to scouting arkadia outer grounds than bellamy.
bad things happened.
“bellamy?”
you had turned head rather fast, now holding eye contact with the hazel eyed girl, her nervousness had eased off as if coming to the conclusion to your quietness.
“what?”
“you’d rather be with bellamy, right?”
“i’d rather be by myself,” you grumbled, sulking deeper into the passenger seat. you felt guilty for doing so, raven had nothing to do with your own problems but you really would rather be alone with how everyone had been treating you recently.
“too bad.”
once you had arrived upon the breach you had gotten out of the car rather fast with your hand clutching the hand gun looped with your belt tightly, making it hard for raven to keep up, seeing the determination within your steps.
“slow down, cowgirl,” she yelled after you, almost tripping multiple times as she tried to increase her pace. “there’s no rush.”
“this is ice nations sector, reyes,” you called back, “there is no time to slow down.”
you broke through a large section of trees and branches soon revealing a scene that took you by surprise. it made you raise your gun just as quick as you had gasped.. and soon raven ended up in the same position of surprisal.
before the two of you, bellamy and octavia were knocked out propped up against a tree tied together while a man who’s face was painted white pointed his staff toward you in threat. you kept your composure at the sight with your gun still held in height of his head.
“don’t shoot.”
“you’re not helping.”
“y/n, don’t. don’t do something domb,” her voice rang through your ears and you suddenly felt hot and your head felt light with pressure spiking, making the rest of your body feel numb. “y/n?”
“reyes, go.”
“you’re about to do something you’re going to regret.”
“you’re about to do something you’re going to regret.”
your vision cleared and became leveled with a man from trikru. his smile was strange and split and made your head spin with uncomfortableness.
hehad you surrounded. you and miller.
“you’re not going to shoot me.”
“try me,” you narrowed your brows as you looked between him and to the men next to him, as you were sure miller was doing the same but to the men he was facing. the two of you were back to back, guns raised high in defense.
“we don’t mean any harm,” miller’s voice butts in and he tries to reason as his voice calls to the man you were talking to. you clenched your jaw, miller was almost making you both look foolish. “just let us go.”
“oh i’ll let you go. it’s her that’s gotta stay.”
“i’ll shoot you.”
“those are some powerful words,” he shifts towards you and you’re quick to cock the gun. he flinches but smiles as he still makes small movements toward you till you just… shot him, setting off a chain reaction of the rest of the men launching toward you.
and bang, bang, bang—three more bodies dead on the ground with your simple aim and no hesitation.
miller only injured the other two with a look on his face that you wouldn’t forget. he looked at you, with an almost petrified expression—one that read he couldn’t believe what you had just done.
“we need to go.”
“we need to go.”
you were being shaken lightly until your eyes pealed open fast, meeting the feeling of bellamy’s hand lightly holding your face with an urgent look on his own, looking all around before back to your face, “c’mon, get up, kid. we’ve got to go.”
he pulls you to your feet fast where raven and octavia are already hauling it to the rover and the man from ice nation laid on the ground, dead.
“please tell me that wasn’t me.”
“don’t worry,” bellamy gripped your arm while pushing you to go faster toward the rover. right before the man knocked octavia and him out, it wasn’t just him, there was at least two more. they must have gone scavenging, leaving that man to himself, which in hindsight wasn’t smart at all to leave one against two.
“you passed out,” raven looked back to you from her position in the drivers seat. “i think you’re under a lot of stress.”
no kidding.
you glanced to bellamy who was already looking to you and you half expected him to lecture you, like he always did, especially with the look on his face. he was always so adamant with keeping yourself stable, to take breaks, and make sure you were always alright—especially when situations got tough. but right now he didn’t, he kept his mouth shut.
you and bellamy were very similar. he knew it too and it scared him, because he didn’t want any of the things that ran through his mind, going through your own. you were both very self destructive and that wasn’t something he realized until mount weather—a point in time where he learned a lot about you.
“what’re we going to do?” octavia looked to raven who was still breathless, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
she could barely think straight without her mind straying to ten minutes before, “we go to kane, we tell him what happened and we continue on with our day. this isn’t the first time irrational decisions have gotten the best of us.”
she resisted looking at you, but she didn’t have to in order for you to know she was halfway referring to you.
you tipped your head back in despair, wishing you could redo the past month.
* *
“explain to me how a scouting mission ends up with someone dead,” you bit your tongue, already feeling a harsh lecture coming as kane stared at raven gingerly who was barely keeping her composure. she was very fiery whenever it came to discussions like this and defending her own, but the dead body must have thrown her off.
“listen, bellamy and octavia were both in danger-“
“doesn’t give us a right to kill ice nation’s people. our pact with them is barely hanging on by a thread.”
“we didn’t mean for this to happen, kane,” you spoke, defending raven from the rouse he was pressuring raven with, but you instantly regretted it when he looks to you, like he hadn’t even noticed you yet.
“you killed four grounders, y/n. you understand that right? and now you go and kill someone apart of ice nation. do you understand what that does to us?” kane’s expression and words catch you off gaurd and cause your chest to tighten. he was never someone you expected to be so jarring. he had been giving you the benefit of the doubt for the past month, so seeing him snap so fast took you aback. “you’ve become unhinged. you don’t think straight anymore.”
“she didn’t kill him,” bellamy takes a step in front of you out of instinct.
“then who did?” he raises his voice, “because i’m looking between all four of you right now and only one of you is coming out as a valid option.”
“it was all three of us,” octavia speaks, “y/n, got knocked out before she could do anything. like you said, she hasn’t been thinking straight lately because she’s been under a lot of pressure.”
you could tell kane didn’t believe a word she said by the way he paused, clenching his jaw. it was looking like they were only trying to cover for you right now, and you couldn’t blame him.
“i can’t deal with this right now, we’ll talk about this later.”
* *
“he’s going to kick me from camp.”
you sat on bellamy’s bed as he begun to change from his disoriented attire from earlier that day. after abby had patched him up from the gash he had on the side of his head and made sure you were still doing alright, you both begun to talk about the past month, essentially leading back to kane.
you felt you hadn’t seen bellamy in forever, and it was practically true due to kane setting you both up with different guard partners and assigning you both to tasks at different times for the past five weeks. hence, how you got mixed up with miller in the first place.
it was almost as if it was purposeful…
“he’s not going to kick you from camp.”
“he has no reason not to.”
“y/n, why would he?”
“i killed people, bellamy,” you looked at him, dumbfounded. “for no reason.”
“for good reason,” he corrected you, now kneeling before you. “kane is under a lot of pressure right now, and what happened to you didn’t help. he’s worried about a lot of things, and he doesn’t want to worry about you.”
“he said i’m unhinged.”
“we all are,” he squeezed your knee, getting back to his feet. “you need to stop worrying. you did nothing wrong today.”
“what do you think he’s going to say later?” you questioned.
“stop worrying, princess,” he gave you a pointed look. “what’s the worse that can happen?”
* *
“i don’t want either of you to be partners, you’re both bad for each other. i’ve realized that now for the past two months,” kane folded his hands, delivering the worse news before you and bellamy. “y/n, i was in between full suspension and two week suspension from your position, it’s up to you.”
you looked a kane with narrowed brows, completely dumbfounded and not knowing what to say. you should have seen it coming, he had been preparing the two of you for this by scheduling you both different times and you felt like a fool for not realizing it till now.
“kane, that is irrational,” bellamy shook his head, “we’re both your best and you’re going to risk it over her messing up once. i can hardly see how we’re bad for each other, when we get things done better than any one else on the guard.”
“once is enough.”
you frowned hard, “the only reason i messed up was because i was with miller. because you scheduled me with him. bellamy is not the reason i shot trikru. miller just threw me off because i’m not used to the way he clears.”
kane shook his head, “you shouldn’t be like that. you’re a guard, y/n, you should be prepared for anything, not ‘thrown off’ just because miller runs a totally different route than you and bellamy.”
you couldn’t believe him, “you can’t be serious. kane, you have my answer, you can implement a full suspension.. or whatever,” you rolled your eyes, getting to your feet but bellamy’s quick to pull you back down in your seat.
“she gets a different partner or full suspension, you can expect the same thing from me,” he pressed his lips into a thin line knowing kane wouldn’t accept that. bellamy was the best they had, and without him, the ark would most likely fail.
“you can’t do that,” kane shakes his head, “bellamy.”
“then you fix this,” he still held your wrist as he spoke with a stern tone, “you suspend her two weeks, but you keep her my partner, you schedule us same time like how it used to be. otherwise you lose the both of us.”
bellamy didn’t understand how kane didn’t realize that you were only under the right mindset when with him. you were irrational with unfamiliarity, it something about that, that freaked you out, but with bellamy, there was a level of control and focus that he could only bring.
kane look hesitant, glancing between the two of you before focusing on bellamy, “you keep her tame then.”
a deal was made. you were kept partners with bellamy but you still couldn’t help but be angered by the way they spoke like you weren’t there. you were happy with the outcome and you were sure the only reason it happened was because bellamy did all the talking.
“you owe me.”
you rolled your eyes, “you did yourself a favor.”
bellamy scoffed, his eyebrow curving, “really?”
“you know you couldn’t survive a day without me on the job.”
“funny,” he shook his head, “because i was thinking the same thing about you.”
you smiled, but hesitated, “thank you. you saved my ass, again.”
“you’re good, you just owe me,” he winked, “now get ready for your shift.”
Rewatching The 100 and currently suffering brainrot. This show just scratches a very nich itch in my brain. Murphy and Emori are cuties
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