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His Girl - Five

Violet stood to the side as she watch Bellamy and Murphy target practicing. Murphy's knife fell to the ground after he failed to get it to stick in the tree.

"It's that damn kid always messing with my head," the dark haired boy said making the Violet roll her eyes and mutter a small "Sure" under her breath.

"He's not gonna last much longer, better start thinking of a new excuse," Bellamy slightly mocked before winding his arm back and throwing his axe hard enough for it to instill into the tree. Violet shamelessly admired how sexy the man looked. "That's how it's done" he said, voice full of arrogance.

Atom and another kid walked towards the three, "We searched a half-mile all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal."

"Visit your special tree when you were out there?" Murphy teased making Violet tilt her head in confusion.

"Atom took his punishment. Let it go," Bellamy ordered.

"Bell what punishment? What did he do?" Violet asked, completely confused about what the hell was going on.

"Its nothing Vi, we'll talk about it later," the boy replied making her huff in annoyance. Noticing this, Bellamy walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into him. "I promise baby," he whispered in her ear sending a shiver down her spine and making her skin flush. He smirked and kissed her cheek, turning his attention back to Atom who started talking again.

"Could be grounders," he suggested.

Murphy of course took a chance to continue his teasing, "Yeah, or they could be in pound town. Lot of that going on recently," he smirked.

Ignoring Murphy, Atom continued "Look, Bellamy people are scared," he gestured to the loud moaning of the boy in the drop ship, "And that dying kid he's not helping the morale around here."

"Morale will go up when I find them more food," Bellamy reassured.

The other boy spoke up, "And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?"

"For now? Nothing. Its possible they're just lost. We'll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting later."

Murphy had his eyes on the drop ship, "Lets go kill something."

Stopping him from walking any further Bellamy responded, "You're not going. I need you to stay here. If the grounders are circling we can't leave this place unprotected.

Murphy nodded, "Fine. Somebody better tell goggle boy to keep it shut." Violet watched him fail again at getting his knife in the tree before making her way to the drop ship.

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Violet followed Wells up the ladder hearing Monty say, "That would be a firm no." Immediately going to Jasper's side she looked down at the poor boy.

Clarke sighed, "My mother would know what to do."

"How's he doing?" Wells asked making the blonde immediately snap at him.

"How does it look like he's doing Wells?" she glared up at him.

"I'm just trying to help," he defended himself.

Violet and Finn glanced at each other noting the awkward tension between the two.

Clarke spoke up, "You wanna help? Hold him down." she motioned to Jasper.

Violet, Finn and Wells all did as told. Monty looked at Clarke worriedly, "I'm not gonna like this am I?"

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Violet, Monty, Finn,  and Wells, were all holding a screaming Jasper down as Clarke tried to heal his wound.

"Hold him still! I need to cut away the infected flesh," Clarke yelled.

The door opened revealing an exasperated Octavia yelling "Stop it!" "You're killing him!" the tan girl said kneeling next to the boy.

"She's trying to save his life," Finn reassured the girl.

Unfortunately Bellamy had followed his sister to the room, "She can't"

Wells stood up and faced Bellamy, "Back off"

Clarke huffed, "We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die."

"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that you're deluded." Bellamy so sweetly pointed out. "He's making people crazy."

"Sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you, but this isn't the ark. Down here every life matters."

"Take a look at him. He's a lost cause," the curly haired boy replied making his girlfriend scoff.

The room was silent for a moment before Clarke turned to Octavia. "Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people, if I say there's hope there's hope." Clarke tried to reassure the girl but was interrupted by the hot headed boy once more.

"This isn't about hope. Its about guts. You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days, if he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself." He went towards the latter before turning back again, "Octavia, Vi, let's go."

His sister didn't even turn to look at him, "I'm staying here." The boy turned to his girlfriend with a raised brow. All she did was give him a disgusted look before turning back to the group, refusing to acknowledge him any more than that. Bellamy's face softened for a moment before nodding in understanding and distending down the ladder.

Monty interrupted the silence, "Power hungry, self serving, jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." He glanced at Octavia and Violet, "No offence" Octavia just shook her head while Violet mumbled a "You're not wrong."

Finn agreed, "Yeah Bellamy is all that, but he also happens to be right."

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Violet caught up to Bellamy right before he left. "You're not killing him."

"Sweetheart-"

"Kill him and you lose me," with that she turned her back and walked away from him.

Bellamy's heart felt like it stopped when she spoke those words. The last thing he ever wanted was to lose his sister or his girl.

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The remaining criminals including Violet all made their way to the drop ship in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Monty asked a random girl.

"The air got thick everybody's skin started burning."

Octavia looked at the boy worriedly, "Monty my brothers out there."

"He'll be fine. We'll all be fine," he reassured her.

Violet came and sat down next to Octavia. "He's right O. Bellamy will be fine. He'll find shelter," the girl also tried to reassure her friend while putting her arms around her for a brief moment. Octavia nodded gratefully and hugged her back, happy that while the safety of her brother is unknown, she does know that her best friend is safe right next to her.

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Bellamy had been asleep in a cave taking shelter from the fog when a scream woke him up. "No!" the 12 year old Charlotte screamed in her sleep.

"Charlotte, wake up." Bellamy shook the girl.

"I'm sorry," she whined.

He ignored the apology instead asking, "Does it happen often?" The girl sighed in reply. "What are you scared of?" Getting no response he continues, "You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

"But...I'm asleep," Charlotte says confused.

Bellamy explained, "Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep."

Still confused she asks, "Yeah, but...how?

"You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death." He continued, "Let me see that knife I gave you." Doing as told she held up the knife she was given.

Bellamy took it from her and held it up, "Now when you feel afraid you hold tight to that knife and say, 'Screw you. I'm not afraid.'" He handed the knife back to her.

Taking his advice, Charlotte help up the knife and quietly said, "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy gave her a look that said, you can do better than that. She said once more, this time with much more confidence, "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy smiled approvingly. "Slay your demons kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."

He had sat back against the cave wall when the girl spoke up again. "Can you tell me a story to help me fall asleep?"

He thought for a moment before replying, "Like what?"

"Tell me how you met Violet."

His Girl - Four

In a sort of protective manner, Violet opted to walk with Clarke and Wells in case Bellamy and Murphy decided to pull anything. And of course, her intuition was correct.

"Hey, hold up." Bellamy pushed through some trees as he and Murphy caught up with Violet, Clarke, and Wells. Waving his gun in the air he continued,"Whats the Rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart" he smirked arrogantly. A tone Violet thinks she'll have to get used too from now on.

Murphy pushed Wells forward, "Why don't you do something about it, huh?"

Clarke interrupted, "Jasper screamed when they moved him.  If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly, doesn't mean we have time to waste."

Bellamy grabbed Clarke's wrist and help up her arm, "As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go."

"The only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead, is if I'm dead. Got it?" Clarke challenged, snatching her wrist back.

Bellamy smirked, "Brave princess."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the group. "Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" Fin called out. "You call this a rescue party? You've gotta split up. Cover more ground. Clarke. Come with me."

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Violet and Wells walked together a little ahead of Bellamy and Murphy. The doe eyed brunette had little interest in being around her boyfriend at the moment. As they continued on their way Violet kept catching Well's glances at the spacewalker and princess.

"Are you okay?" she looks at him concerned.

"Yeah," he forcibly smiled at her. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Violet just looked at him, then reached over and squeezed his arm in a comforting manner.

Wells was able to give her a more genuine smile after this act of kindness. Why is a girl like this dating a guy like Bellamy Blake?

Not wanting to see his girlfriend near another guy for any longer, the man himself interupted the moment between the two. "Guess we got more in common than meets the eye, huh?" Bellamy glanced at Clarke and Finn as he spoke. Violet rolled her eyes.

"We have nothing in common." Wells denied.

"No? Both came down here to protect someone we love," Bellamy wrapped his arm around Violet.

Wells stayed quiet, so Bellamy continued. "Your secrets safe with me. 'Course, for you its worse. With Finn around, Clarke doesn't even see you." "It's like you're not even here." he finished, grabbing Violet's hand and pulling her forward to walk with him.

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After Clarke and Finn's discovery of Jasper's goggles near a bloodied rock, they had met up with the other half the group to follow the trail.

Murphy broke the silence, "Hey, how do we know this is the right way?"

"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker," Bellamy mocked.

"It's called "Cutting Sign." Fourth-year Earth skills. He's good." Wells defended the long haired boy.

Annoyed, Finn interjected "You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?" He stopped at a plant as he noticed some blood dripping down. He sunk to the ground to see a rock that had drops of blood on it, coming from the plant above. He and Clarke shared a look.

Bellamy chose this moment to taunt Wells even more, "See? You're invisible."

"Give it a rest Bellamy!" Violet harshly whispered to him, completely over his constant teasing of the chancellor's son. She separated herself from him as much as she could.

He was shocked at the small outburst, getting mildly angry that his girl was defending someone else. His girl.

A loud moan broke out and everyone looked up . "What the hell was that?" Murphy spoke all of their thoughts in the moment.

"Now would be a good time to take out that gun." Clarke suggested.

Everyone moved forward towards the direction of the groaning. They all stopped once they came to the source of it. There was Jasper, strapped to a tree. "Jasper!" Clarke gasped.

Violet was the second one to move forward, after Clarke. "Jasper!" Clarke called out again. "What the hell is this?" Bellamy said before there was a loud snap.

Clarke has stepped onto a trap and was falling when a hand caught onto hers.

She looked up to see that Violet had caught her before she could fall. The brunette immediately tried to pull her up but was having a difficult time by herself.

"A little help?" she called out to the boys behind her.

Bellamy came rushing over and grabbed Violet at the waist as the rest of the boys helped her pull Clarke up. The blonde was breathing very hard after her near death experience. She looked at Violet, "Thank you," she nodded gratefully.

"Anytime," Violet said, letting out a small laugh.

Clarke looked back up at Jasper. "We need to get him down."

"I'll climb up there and cut the vines." "Yeah, yeah I'm with you." Wells offered to Finn.

"No. Stay with the girls. And watch him." Finn orderd. He then gestured to Murphy, "You, lets go."

Clarke noticed something on Jasper, "There's a poultice on his wound."

Wells questioned, "Medicine? Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?"

"Maybe what they're trying to catch like's its dinner to be breathing," Bellamy suggested, making Violet grimace.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn said from his spot by Murphy and Jasper, making everyone worry.

As the two boys worked to get Jasper down, there was a strange noise that came from behind them. "What the hell was that?" Murphy asked no one in particular.

Bellamy quickly grabbed Violet and pulled her close to him. "Grounders?"

Clarke noticed a panther beginning to charge at the four, "Bellamy! Gun!" However when he felt for it, he couldn't find it.

The, gunshot came from over where Wells was. He was aiming it at the oncoming animal, hitting it once but it wasn't enough. He kept shooting randomly as the animal made it's way into the grass in front of Bellamy and Violet.

Bellamy was quick to push Violet behind him, shielding her. He would move her and himself the opposite way of where he could hear the dangerous animal.

All of a sudden it went quiet. Hearts racing, the couple held onto each other.

The panther had made it's way behind Violet when it finally jumped out. Bellamy shoved her to the ground and covered her, waiting for the impact of the panther.

When he had heard another gun shot and felt no impact, he looked up. Wells finally was able to shoot and kill the panther. He slowly got off Violet and helped her up, holding her close to his chest. He looked at Wells, "Now she sees you."

✶✶✶

After an eventful day, the small group made it back home to their camp. Bellamy and Murphy who had been carrying the now dead panther, dropped it as Bellamy shouted "Who's hungry!"

Bellamy and Violet embraced Octavia as the 100 celebrated finally having food to eat.

The price of that food though, ended up being wristbands. Violet shook her head as she watched the boy she loved and his hench men taking off wristbands. When Clarke and Finn had come out to see what was going on, they detested it as much as she did. Finn had went up to grab two meat sticks for him and Clarke, knowing Bellamy wouldn't let his girlfriend go hungry. When he went up he was greeted by Murphy who had taunted him about not following "rules".

"I though there were no rules," Finn said before turning around and walking back to the two girls.

One kids who has seen the spacewalkers act of defiance had decided to follow, grabbing his own stick. Unfortunate before he was able to get away, Bellamy punched the poor kids in the face hard enough for him to fall to the ground as the brooding leader glared at Finn.

Violent instantly went to help the boy up, much to Bellamy's dismay. After glaring heatedly at her power-hungry boyfriend, Violet walked the boy to his tent.

Instead of dealing with anymore bullshit today, she opted to go to her and Bellamy's tent to sleep off every stressful event that has happened on the ground so far.

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Feeling herself being lightly shaken, Violent opened her eyes only to see Bellamy sitting next to her, one hand on her shoulder and one hand cradling her face.

He takes the hand from her face and reaches next to him to grab the panther meat he had saved for her after she had walked off. "You need to eat angel," he softly demanded.

"You need to stop being an ass." Violet retorted, accepting the food.

"I have to be strict or else the kids won't follow orders," Bellamy defended.

Violet tiredly shook her head, "There's a difference between being a leader, and being a power-hungry dictator Bell."

The boy sighed, equally as exhausted "Can we please not fight, I just need you to eat angel."

Nodding, Violet silently finished up her meal before laying in her boyfriends awaiting arms. She put her head on his chest listening to the sound oh his heartbeat, lulling herself into a deep sleep.

His Girl - Three

When Violet woke up on her first morning down on the ground she felt the familiar strong, muscular arms wrapped around her. When she opened her eyes all she saw was the bare chest she had been using as her pillow all night. She smiled to herself and cuddled even closer to him wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as she could.

Unfortunately it didn't last long as the loud voices outside of the drop ship woke up her boyfriend.

"Morning angel," were the first words he spoke. He look in the direction of the voices, "The hell is happening out there?" Bellamy stood up bringing Violet up with him. He kissed her cheek and looked at her as he said "Meet me out there once you gotten dressed gorgeous, can't let anyone see what's mine," his eyes glancing down at her cleavage that was on display due to the fact that she was only in a bra.

"But you're going out there, showing your abs off to all the girls who have been drooling over you since we got here," Violet said as she raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem fair to me," she added.

Bellamy leaned down to her level, slowly moving his head to her neck. He left a few open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, making her knees go weak. As he lifted his head he whispered in her ear, "I'm all yours angel." With that he exited the ship leaving Violet with her heart beating rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

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When Violet exited the drop ship she saw Bellamy taunting Wells once again. She rolled her eyes as she heard him say "You still don't get it do you chancellor?" She kissed him before walking off, feeling his eyes on her ass as she went.

"This is home now," Bellamy said. "Your fathers rules no longer apply." He walked over and snatched one of the shirts, making Wells lung forward to get it. Adam held him back before Bellamy stopped him. "Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up." He looked back at wells teasing him by dangling the shirt in front of him, "You want it back, take it." He smirked proud of himself, waiting for the other boys reaction.

Frustrated, Wells drops the pile of clothes cause a many of the teenagers to run and try to grab some. "Is this what you want? Chaos?"

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy threw his shirt on before they all heard a loud scream. Both of the boys rushed over to see what was going on.

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Murphy was holding a girl over the fire, speaking up when he saw everyone head over. "Bellamy! Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right?  Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first."

"Let her go!" Wells shouted, pushing Murphy to the ground. He looked at Bellamy, "You can stop this."

"Stop this?" he smirked, "I'm just getting started." Violet glared at him as Murphy jumped back up. attacking Wells.

"Bell this isn't okay, you can't let people get hurt just because you're on some power trip," she scolded shaking her head in disapproval. She went forward to stop the fight but was pulled back into a hard chest.

"Please stay out of this angel, I know what I'm doing." Bellamy whispered in her ear as he held her tighter to his chest.

Kids were cheering the fight on and all Violet could do was watch as she struggled to get out of her boyfriends tight grip. Wells had gotten the upper hand and had Murphy on the ground again as he turned back to Bellamy.

"Don't you see you can't control this."

Bellamy and Violet watched as Murphy got back up, this time with a knife. "You're dead."

"Wait!" Bellamy held his hand up. Violet let out a sigh of relief. That relief was short lived as Bellamy threw Wells a knife and said "Fair fight." And again, she was being held back from trying to help. Once again the boys squared up ready to fight each other. "This is for my father!" Murphy shouted as he went to cut Wells a second time. However, Wells was able to grab a hold of him, turning him around and holding his knife to Murphy's throat. "Drop it!" He shouted.

All of a sudden a voice sounded from the distance. "Wells! Let him go!" the princess demanded.

After Wells had thrown Murphy forward once more, he was about to get jumped again by said boy. Luckily this time Bellamy stopped him. "Enough, Murphy."

He and Violet rushed over to Octavia who was being supported by Monty. "Octavia are you all right?" Bellamy asked her, panicked. "Yeah," she said as she held onto him.

"Where's the food?" he questioned the other members of the group that went on the hike to Mount Weather.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked!"

"Attacked? By what?"

"Not what. Who." "Turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

"Its true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors." People started murmuring to each other as Clarke continued, "The good news is that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, bad news is the grounders will."

Noticing someone missing, Wells spoke up. "Where's the kid with the goggles?"

Clarke looked at him. "Jasper was hit." "They took him." She looked down noticing something. "Wheres your wristband?" She questioned.

He looked at Bellamy and nodded at him as he said "Ask him."

Violet looked at Bellamy in disbelief. "Bellamy what did you do?" He looked at her, not answering. He didn't want her to know what he had done. What he had forced Wells to do. Her opinion of him mattered so much to him. But in order to protect the two people he loves most in this world, he has to do things like this.

"How many," Clarke asked very obvious pissed off.

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy answered her with a smirk.

Clarke shook her head in disapproval, "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. Your're killing us."

Bellamy stepped forward. "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged! If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners any more! They say they'll forgive your crimes, I say you're not criminals! You're fighters! Survivors! The grounders should worry about us!" His speech was met with many 'yeahs' from the crowd.

Bellamy's speech only made Violets insecurities go up. I'm privileged, maybe that's why he won't listen to me, she thought.

As Clarke and and Wells walked away, Bellamy made his way to his girls. When he saw the look on Violets face, he grew worried. "What's wrong angel?" She just shook her head and went to get something to clean up Octavia's leg with.

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Violet was crouched down in front of Octavia, cleaning her wound as Bellamy was standing above both of them. "What the hell was it," he asked O.

"I don't know, the others said it looked like a giant snake." Her words making Violet grimace.

"You could have been killed," Bellamy scolded.

"She would have been if Jasper didn't jump in to pull her out." Clarke's voice sounded from behind the three.

"You guys leaving? I'm coming too." Octavia went to stand up only to be pushed back down by her brother.,

"No, no. No way, not again."

"He's right. you're leg's just going to slow us down. I'm here for you." the blonde said looking at Bellamy.

"Clarke what are you doing?"

"Clarke what are you doing," Violet repeated the boys words.

"I heard you have a gun" Bellamy lifted up his shirt showing proof. Violet may or may not have checked him out while he did it. "Good, follow me."

"And why would I do that?"

Clarke turned back, "Because you want them to follow you, and right now they're thinking only one of us is scared." With that, she walked off.

Violet tried to discreetly follow after the blonde, failing miserably as her boyfriend noticed her escape attempt immediately, grabbing her arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go help them find Jasper."

"No way in hell"

"Bellamy"

"No" he tightened his grip on her arm.

"Just because we're dating doesn't mean you can control me," Violet told him. She was fed up with him acting like he could order her around.

"You want to bet on that angel?" Bellamy raised his eyebrow at his girl. Daring her to keep arguing with him.

"I'm going Bellamy. With, or without you." Violet managed to get her arm free and ran to catch up with Clarke and Wells. Bellamy growled lowly, angry and honestly turned on by his girlfriends little act of defiance.

"Murphy. Come with me." "Atom? My sister doesn't leave this camp. Is that clear?"

"I don't need a babysitter"

"Anybody touches her, they answer to me" "Lets go"

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"Angel wait up," Bellamy yelled. Violet rolled her eyes but stopped, waiting for the two boy to catch up. "You stay in my sight at all times"

"Whatever Bell"

"I mean it Violet"

"Okay, I get it. Let's just go find Jasper."

Murphy directed his question at Bellamy, "Since when are we in the rescuing business?"

"The Ark thinks the prince is dead. Once they think the princess is too, they'll never come down." "I'm getting that wristband, even if I have to cut off her hand to do it."

"And what about your pretty little angel here, she is Kane's daughter." Murphy looked over at Violet smirking and then winking at her.

"Come near me and I'll castrate you," Violet spoke trying to sound as intimidating as possible.

"My pretty little Angel will hopefully choose to take of her wristband soon," Bellamy said looking at her.

"My dad's up there Bell, I don't want him to think I'm dead." Violet said as she stared back at him with her big doe eyes. Bellamy nodded understandingly, pulling her close to him and kissing her cheek as the three walked together in search of the boy with the goggles.

Much more Violet/Bellamy interaction in this part! Hopefully I'll get a chapter or two posted everyday.

His Girl - Two

As soon as the crowd of prisoners were out of the drop ship, Bellamy and Violet walked towards Octavia, hands laced together. All three were happy, for the first time in a year. 

Bellamy pulled Violet a little ways away from everyone else. He cupped her face and kissed her, feeling the need to have her as close as possible after not seeing her for so long. When she pulled back, he continued to hold her to his chest and placed kisses all over her face as she giggled. Octavia looked at the two, disgust on her face though it didn't reach her eyes. She was happy that the couple found their way back to each other. 

"Can you two maybe make out later?" Octavia teased. Violet blushed and hid her faced in Bellamy's shoulder as he smirked down at her. Shes adorable he thought. 

*******

While joking around and enjoying their time together, the three heard some commotion behind them. 

They turned to see Wells Jaha and another criminal having a small argument. "Relax, we're just trying to figure out where we are" Wells explained, trying to simmer the situation down. 

Violet looked up when Bellamy spoke from beside her. "We're on the ground, that not good enough for you?" Wells walked a small distance towards the small family. "We need to find Mount Weather," he spoke up. "You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority," he added. 

"Screw your father," Octavia said venomously. "What? You think you're in charge here? You and..your little princess" 

"Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather! Not because the chancellor said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this will be, how long do you think we'll last without those supplies? Were looking at a twenty mile trek, okay. So if we want to get there before dark we need to leave, now," the princess finished her speech.

Bellamy spoke up now, "I got a better idea, you two go, find it for us. Let the privileged to the hard work for a change," he shouted. Violet pursed her lips, looking down. She always questioned if maybe the Blake's resented her because of her privileged life. Deep down she knows he wasn't referring to her, but Violet has a very low self-esteem. Seeing her reaction, Bellamy squeezed her hand as a way of reassuring her. He has seen how selfless the girl is, always giving back as much as she can to people who aren't as lucky as her. It's part of what made him fall in love with her. 

"You're not listening, we all need to go," Wells replied, disagreeing with Bellamy. Suddenly, Wells was pushed forward by the criminal he was arguing with earlier. The delinquent taunted Wells, "Listen everybody, the chancellor of Earth," "You think that's funny," Wells asked before he was kicked and pushed to the ground. "Wells!" Clarke took a step forward but was held back by one of the criminals goons. "No but that was," he continued to taunt.

Wells got up and got in a fighting position, ready to defend himself when the spacewalker dropped on the ground in between the two. He faced the boy who was stuck on fighting the chancellors son, "Kids got one leg, how bout you wait till its a fair fight." The kid finally backed down as Octavia walked up to the defender. "Hey spacewalker, rescue me next," she flirted. He smirked back at her. 

Most of the kids who watched the show go down walked away. Bellamy walked up to O with a look of disapproval. "What? He’s cute," she said. "He's a criminal" Bellamy warned. "They're all criminals." He pulled Octavia and Violet away from listening ears. "Look O, I came down here to protect you and Violet." "I don't need protecting, I have been locked up one way or another all my life I am done following orders. I need have fun Bell. I need to just do something crazy just because I can and no one, including you and V, is gonna stop me." Violet finally spoke up, "Hey I'm not gonna stop you O, I want you to do what every will make you happy."

"I can't stay with them," Bellamy stated looking at his girlfriend, and then his sister. "Now what are you talking about?" Octavia asked. Bellamy pulled both girls even farther away. "I did something okay, to get on the dropship, something they will kill me for when they get down here." That automatically made Violets heart sink. The thought of something happening to him killed her. "I can't say what it is just yet but you have to trust me, both of you," he added. "You do still trust me don't you," he asked both girls. "Yeah" "Of course Bell, always" Bellamy smiled at Violet, eyes shinning with adoration towards her. 

Octavia heard  a small group planning to go find Mount Weather, so she walked over toward them. "Sounds like a party make it five" Bellamy rushed over to her, "What the hell are you doing" "Going for a walk," she replied. Violet went to speak up, but was interupted before she was able to get a word out. "Don't even think about it sweetheart," Bellamy warned, "Not happening" She rolled her eyes but accepted it, for now. 

"Were you trying to take this off?" Clarke asked Finn, holding his wrist. "Yeah so?" "So? This wristband transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they'll think you're dead." "Should I care?" "I don't know do you want the people you love to think you're dead?" "Do you want them to follow you down here in two months because they won't if they think we're dying." An idea formed in Bellamy's head when the princess said those words. If it works, he can protect his sister and the girl he loves. "Okay, now lets go," Clarke ordered. 

Octavia looked at Bellamy pleadingly. "Come on Bell, let her have fun," Violet tried to convince him. She even used the puppy dog eyes she knows he can't say no to. He looked at her and then Octavia, "Go on," he said. Octavia excitedly kissed his cheek and went to catch up with the others. Bellamy turned to his gorgeous girlfriend, "You can't use that look on me angel." "Watch me," she replied slowly reaching up to peck his lips. He narrowed his eyes at her playfully, leaning down to kiss her again. 

*******

Bellamy walked up to where Wells was being confronted by John Murphy. "You spelled die wrong geniuses," Wells said before walking away. Bellamy looked at the dropship, seeing what Wells was refering to. 

"If you're gonna kill someone it's probably best not to announce it first," Bellamy said to Murphy. 

You're not really a member of the guard are you?" Murphy asked.

"No, the real guard will be here soon unless we stop it," Bellamy suggested. "You don't actually think they'll forgive your crimes, even if they do, guys like us were gonna become model citizens now? Get jobs? If were lucky, maybe pick up their trash."

"You got a point?" Murphy's goon spoke. 

"No I got a question, they locked you up, dumped you down here like lab rats to die, so why are you helping them?" Bellamy replied. 

"The hell we are" 

"You're wearing those bracelets aren't you? Right now those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us down"

"Okay so you said we could stop it, how?" Murphy questioned, now intrigued. 

"Take them off, the ark will think you're dead, that it's not safe to follow, follow?"

"Say we do, what's in it for us?"

"Someone has to help me run things," with that Bellamy turned around to go find his girl. 

*******

Violet had seen Wells walk off and followed him to see if he was okay. Although she wasn't a fan of his father, she didn't blame Wells for his actions. 

"Hey Wells you okay?" she asked as she lightly grabbed his arm. 

He smiled at her, grateful for the kindness no one else has shown him. "Yeah, I'm alright Violet" "Thank you" She smiled back, "No problem, just don't let those idiots get to you, you are not your father" He was shocked for a moment before leaning to give her a small side hug as the two walked together. "You haven't changed much, still as sweet as ever," Wells replied. "I try" Violet smiles before walking off. 

*******

Violent was standing beside Bellamy as she watched Murphy and a few other guys take off a girls wristband. She was torn between wanting her father to come down and wanting to make sure Bellamy isn't executed. For now, she chose to stay quiet. 

Wells, hearing the yells of excitement came out of the drop ship to see what was going on. He was horrified by what he came across. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Liberating ourselves, what does it look like?" Bellamy explained arrogantly.  

"Looks like you're trying to get us all killed, Violet you're okay with this?"

Bellamy gently pushed his girlfriend behind him, "Leave her out of this"

"The communication system is dead, these wristbands are all we've got, take them off and the ark will they we're dying that its not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point, chancellor, we can take care of ourselves can't we!" Violet sighed, squeezing Bellamys arm in an attempt to derail the situation. 

"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers. I don't care what he tell you. We won't survive here on our own." "And besides if is really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?"

"My people are already down! Those people, locked my people up, those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child, your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws."

"No, he enforced them, but not anymore! Not here. Here, there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want." "Now, you don't have to like it Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me, you know why? Whatever the hell we want"

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy shouted. 

Violet watched as the 100 started to shout 'Whatever the hell we want' over and over again. Bellamy looked down at her, proud of himself. He kissed her cheek and pulled her close to him. He then got in a stare off with Wells.

Suddenly it started raining, and all thoughts about what was happening were gone out of Violets mind. She stepped away from Bellamy and cherished the feeling of the water dropping onto her face. She giggled as she held her arms out, wanting to feel the rain on the palm of her hands as well. Bellamy watched her with complete adoration and love. 

"We need to collect this," Wells demanded making Bellamy take his eyes off his girl to glance at him. 

"Whatever the hell you want," is all Bellamy said to him before turning back to Violet. He gathered her small body and his arms and kissed her passionately. Unable to help himself because of how cute she looked. His angel was happy, therefore he was happy.

*******

Bellamy had Violet asleep in his arms, slowly and carefully laying her down so he could get up. As much he didn't want to, he had to take care of something. He leaned back down and kissed her cheek before exiting the drop ship.

A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

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Do you do headcanons? If so, dating Clarke Griffin (the 100) would include, please? Thank you!

Dating Clark Griffin would include...

finding tons of sketches that Clark has drawn of you

being a sort of co-leader or advisor whom Clark trusts absolutely 100%

being one of the few people who Clark really opens up to

also being one of the few people who can make Clark relax and let loose

learning small things about being a medic so you can help her out whenever she needs it

quiet nights together where you two just lay together, enjoying each other’s company. specifically really important to Clark as it lets her unwind

Clark willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe because you’re that important to her

parenting Madi together (i wonder who the fun parent is...)

honestly having a really soft relationship that most wouldn’t expect

Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!

—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!

this was so hard omg 

but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t* 

he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it. 

he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them. 

you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*

—I ship you with Supergirl!

this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god. 

supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it

a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !! 

and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh! 

you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.

Hi, I was wondering if I could get a The 100 ship. My names Amanda. I have red hair and eyes that can be blue, green, or grey. I'm really short, like only about 4'9, and I'm little on the fuller side. I'm kind of quiet, my favorite thing to do is read and my schooling is really important to me, I'm actually currently a psychology student. That's me in my icon by the way.

—I ship you with Lincoln kom Trikru!

lincoln is most definitely infatuated by you, don’t even test me here. octavia who? oops. you’re the first sky person he sees and you’re just off to the side, taking it all in and he. is. sold. 

he *loves* when you tell him things you’ve read about, whether it be some story you’ve read or some psychology facts. tell him all. he’s here and ready to listen

he’s tall, okay, very tall. a tall man. he loves to hug you from behind and he enjoys kissing the top of your head. easy access plus? soft. he’ll also braid your hair. he can, of course he can. 

he really loves you, you and him will sit in silence for hours and he couldn’t careless because you’re just in his lap reading and he’s content. we love a wholesome relationship.

whether or not you decide to integrate into the grounders or stay with the sky people, he’s here for whatever you decide. he just wants you to be happy and he would die to make that happen, okay? okay, great. 

a soft and pure ship, mhm

GUYS!

I’ve been inactive for awhile now and well, oOf. Y’all have sent in requests and I haven’t done anYtHing. In fOrEver.

My online school is kinda kicking my ass rn bUt I’m determined to come back, so!

SHIPS!

I’ve reached 100 followers and as a thank you and also to apologize for dying off, I’m doing ships!

Send me an ask describing yourself and I’ll ship you! Request which fandom you want a ship for and then describe yourself!

Example:

“Ship for Teen Wolf please? Male or female! I’m a 5’7 brunette INTP, ravenclaw who’s insanely sarcastic and pessimistic. I’m kind of dorky and bitter and I enjoy writing and reading. I’m fairly smart and pretty funny. Thx!”

I have no idea if that’s the right character limit for an ask? But you guys get the idea! So! Send away! I’ll be here!

Hide & Seek

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: alcohOL, mentions of sEX, aH 

Summary: Bellamy catches you in the midst of a weekly competition with Raven and it leads to quite a talk.

Requested by anonymous (thank you for loving all my imagines, ily)

Prompts:

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

42. “Stop being so cute.”

46. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

62. “If you can’t sleep...we could have sex?”

74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”

84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

yeet im alive

You dashed into the established common room of Arkadia, eyes scanning the room quickly. Bellamy, who happened to be the only other person in the room, glanced up at you over the edge of the book he had been reading. He rose an eyebrow in your direction but before he could question you, you slid back behind the nearby couch. 

Crouching down, you peered around the edge of furniture toward the doorway. A few seconds passed before you saw Raven’s figure appear. With wide eyes, you lurched back happening you hadn’t been seen.

“Where is she?” Raven remarked, her tone thick with determination. You bit your lip, hoping she didn’t suspect that you were hidden behind one of the various couches. Who’s to say she even really saw you come in here anywa-

“She’s hiding behind the sofa,” Bellamy answered plainly, jutting his head toward the sofa you were crouched behind. You gasped aloud as you jumped to your feet.

“You rat! You sold me out!” You spat in his direction as Raven gave you a triumphant smirk. “Fine, fine! You win! Go be a sore winner elsewhere,” you grumbled as Raven just shrugged and quickly left the common room. “I cannot believe you!”

“What did I do?” Bellamy asked, a smile of feigned innocence on his face.

You shot daggers at him as you collapsed down onto the nearby couch with a loud huff of annoyance. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Bellamy responded, his eyes back on the book he was reading without so much as one last glance. You scowled in his direction as you kicked your legs out, the heels of your boots digging into the floor. “What did Raven win?”

“We have a sort of competition weekly, or so,” you explained as you got to your feet and began to wander around the room. “One of us hides and if the other can’t find them in three or so minutes, the hider wins. If they do, the seeker wins.”

Bellamy was now leant forward, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his knees. He looked over at you with mild intrigue. “So...what did Raven win?” He repeated.

“I have to do her weekly chores,” you sighed just as your eyes found the bottle of vodka. It was half full and to be completely fair, it wasn’t really vodka but everyone called it that because it was alcohol one way or another. “That means she has to hide next week of course.”

You grasped the vodka in your hands just as you heard the footsteps behind you. You jumped and spun around, instinctively clutching the vodka desparately behind you.

Bellamy stood a few inches in front of you, a look of suspicion on his face. “Show me what’s behind your back.” You gave an unwavering stare but you knew that he’d spin you around if he had to. You reluctantly revealed the vodka bottle. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Time is a construct!” You fired back as he placed the drink back onto the shelf. “And six? Really?” Your look of utter disbelief cause Bellamy to give you a curious look.

“Have you even slept?”

“Sleep is also a construct,” You retorted as you began to stalk back towards the couch. You fell down into the seat that was once Bellamy’s, grabbing his discarded book.

“If you can’t sleep...” he began, prompting you to glance over at him, “we could have sex?” That mere question was quickly met with the sound of the book thumping against his chest as you had thrown it across the room. “Oh come on! It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Baby?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Bellamy soon took the seat beside you. “Since when?” You cast a glance Bellamy’s way. Though you did enjoy such an affectionate term coming from him, you didn’t know what prompted it.

“Since we made out two weeks ago.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to recall the certainly not sober makeout between the both of you. “How drunk was I?” You asked aloud, resting your face in your hands in what one could only describe as shame.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, with the lightest of laughter. You stared at him with your mouth agape before promptly hitting him across the arm. “Hey! I was messing around, really.”

The innocent smile Bell gave you made you groan in defeat. “Stop being so cute!” You hissed at him as you scrunched your nose up. You jumped to your feet, attempting to scurry away.

“Cute?”

“Oh please, don’t act so surprised,” you remarked, spinning on your heels to meet his smug face. “You know I think you’re attractive—everyone thinks you are. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me out.”

Where you got the sudden strike of confidence, you’re clueless but if it got you a date then you didn’t care. “You free tomorrow, after you sleep, of course?”

“For a date? Or a drunken makeout?”

“Whichever,” Bellamy responded, the smug grin still plastered on his face.

“Date. Tomorrow. Yes.” You gave Bellamy a soft smile before turning on your heels and heading out of the common room, perhaps a little too eager to see what such a date would offer.

But not before Bellamy shouted out, “I’m not wearing a tie!”

Raven’s Always Right

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing, this is just gold tbh

Summary: Maybe life on the Ark after Praimfaya is a little anxious for you, but it did have its moments.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

1. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

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Praimfaya. Maybe you considered yourself lucky for being one of the few to make it up to space, but you still worried for all those back down on Earth.

That’s what you did most days. Worry. You worried about food, water, oxygen, all of it. You keep to yourself as much as you could, your anxiety getting the better of you. Perhaps you felt bad about being in space, maybe someone else would’ve been better suited.

Even so, Bellamy stayed at your side for a lot of it. You had formed a friendship with him when you all first came down to Earth and that seemed to stick.

As you sat against the wall, a pencil in your hand repeatedly tapping at the floor, you heard Bellamy let out a sigh. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

“Already is,” Murphy commented as he passed by the room where you both were. He had a tendency to do that—making passing comments to you. You rarely talked to him but you got along well enough.

“And why does that bother you?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow as you looked up at Bellamy from where he stood in the doorway.

“I was nearby and that’s all I can hear,” he explained, as he watched the pencil continue you to shake in your hand. You scoffed softly, paying no mind to him as you continued to think it all out. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I think you underestimate me,” you retorted, a smug smile playing at your lips. Bellamy looked like he wanted to say more but was interrupted by Raven pushing past him to walk into your room. “You too?”

“What? Your pencil tapping? No, I need to talk,” Raven explained before turning towards Bellamy. “Without you.”

As you hopped to your feet to stand beside Raven, you both eyed Bellamy. With his arms crossed over his chest, he surmised the both of you. “About what?”

“Nope,” you replied suddenly, eager to make him leave. “This is girl talk, so leave.” You put your hands on his shoulders and began to usher him out of your room and towards where Murphy had gone.

Bellamy let out a chuckle but didn’t fight back. “I’ll be back,” he told you before heading off. You rolled your eyes and went back towards your room where Raven still was.

“How can I help you?” You asked before settling back down in your spot on the floor. Raven checked down the hallway before kneeling down in front of you.

“You like him,” she teased, a grin on her face. “And I’ve decided to help you.” You stared blankly at her for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not this was some joke.

“You’re crazy,” you declared finally, your pencil beginning to tap rapidly against the floor once more.

“I’m not,” Raven insisted, snatching the pencil from your hand. “But I’ll let you think that if it makes you feel better. We’re all seriously dying though with the tension between you and Bellamy. It’s a lot to handle.”

“Because it’s nonexistent?” You scoffed, taking your pencil back and giving Raven a playful glare. You doubted you had any sort of feelings for Bellamy and you doubted he had any in return.

“Do I need to get everyone in here to make you believe me?” Raven asked, quirking an eyebrow. The tone in her voice assured you that she was serious. Luckily, you were quite literally saved by the Bell.

“You’re back,” you announced, glancing toward the male in the doorway.

“Monty needs Raven’s help with something,” Bellamy announced, prompting Raven to let out a reluctant sigh. She pushed herself to her feet as you did the same, watching her leave and your previous conversation coming to an end. “So what was what about?”

“Why? You jealous?” You taunted, a smug smile on your face as you sidled up toward Bellamy.

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you,” Bellamy responded causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“You know, I can’t tell if that was an insult or you trying to flirt with me,” you told him, poking him in the shoulder. “But I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“So you can sit on the floor all day?” Bellamy wondered, clearly determined to get you to leave your room. You rolled your eyes at him, trying to usher him out of the door. “Tell me you need me.”

It was moments like these that you dealt with most of the time. You knew Bellamy was trying to annoy you or fluster you, and he was damn good at it. “I need you,” you began, “to leave.”

“That was cold,” Bellamy scoffed, chuckling ever so slightly as you continued to push him out of the door.

“And I’m too sober for this,” you remarked. You urged Bellamy down the hall as he sent one last wink your way. You rolled your eyes and receded back into your room.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy,” Raven remarked, stepping back into your room with a triumphant smile on her face.

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice. “Raven? Don’t you have Monty to go help or something?”

“I wasn’t going to miss that,” she scoffed, the grin still planted onto her face. “That was tension. All of that. Don’t ever lie to my face again, okay? Raven is always right.”

“And apparently Raven talks in the third person,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes. But you certainly couldn’t deny the fact that you did enjoy moments like that with Bellamy. Maybe you did consider yourself lucky to be one of the few to make it up to space. If it meant more moments like that, of course.

y’all i’ve been so productive today. i’ve got like two, almost three, posts qUEUED.

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Fatherhood

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Warning: parenting, children!!

Summary: Bellamy Blake is a man of many talents, but parenting maybe more of a challenge than he thought. Luckily, his wife seems fairly capable. 

Requested by @expectosel

Prompts: 

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

13. “I lost our baby.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

It was a late summer afternoon and you were hard at work in the kitchen. It was a special occasion and you were trying your hardest to bake a cake. To be perfectly clear, it was your son, Charlie’s, first birthday.

Maybe you were crazy for wanting to celebrate it even if he wouldn’t remember it, but you wanted to acknowledge it somehow. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to eat the cake—perhaps only a little off of a spoon or your finger—but you had invited some of your friends to come and celebrate with you.

“Hey, Bell!” You called out, knowing he was busy in the living room with your son.

Bellamy was sat on the living room floor with Charlie on all fours a few feet away, babbling at him. “Yeah?” He called back, watching Charlie with a light smile.

“Can you come here?” you asked, continuing to stir together the cake batter. It was still a little lumpy and you couldn’t have that. Bellamy smiled happily towards Charlie before getting to his feet.

Charlie reached for his boot as Bellamy walked around the couch, spotting you through the serving window at the stove. He leaned up against the counter and cleared his throat, causing you to turn around.

You licked the batter off of your thumb—the cake batter wasn’t supposed to be eaten raw but it was too delicious to bother you—as Bellamy quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you making a cake?”

“Because it’s a special occasion,” you chuckled, assuming Bellamy was simply messing around but his continued confused expression made you panic. Your face fell. “Charlie’s birthday!” Bellamy’s eyes widened. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?!”

“What?! No!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, noticing how you were fuming. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just...he’s one. I didn’t think he could really...eat cake.”

Your shoulders relaxed as you let out a relieved sigh, glad that Bellamy hadn’t acted forgotten. Perhaps you had reacted too quickly but you didn’t have Charlie just so Bellamy could forget his birthday. “He’ll have a spoonful of my slice. The rest will be for our friends,” you explained with a shrug. “Speaking of! I wanted you to text everyone and make sure they were still coming.”

“That I can do,” Bellamy promised as you nodded and went back to the cake mixing bowl. Bellamy turned on his heels and his eyes immediately went to where he had left Charlie. Only, Charlie wasn’t there.

Bellamy Blake didn’t get panicked, but this was panic. Bellamy’s eyes darted around the room, Charlie nowhere in sight. He knew Charlie could crawl, but crawl away? “Uh, babe,” Bellamy began. You noticed the worried tone as you turned around. Bellamy turned away from the couch and toward you. “I lost our baby.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, the spoon clattering out of your hand and back into the bowl. You dashed around the counter, worry filling you. “How did you lose-“ Your yelling fell silent as you cast your eyes downward. “I hate you. I really do.”

Without another word, you headed back into the kitchen and resumed your baking. “W-what?”

“He’s by your feet, hon.” You told him, with a soft amused shake of your head. Bellamy looked down to spot Charlie sat by his boots, playing with the laces. Bellamy let out a soft sigh as he knelt down and scooped Charlie up into his arms.

“You’re a real rascal, aren’t you?” Bellamy asked with a light sigh as Charlie blubbered in response. He looked up to his father and let out a muse of words you couldn’t make out. You cast a glance over your shoulder watching the two. “You want your fire truck?”

Bellamy moved around the couch, picking up the tiny red toy and putting it into his son’s hands. “Thank!” Charlie exclaimed in response, tapping the toy against his father’s chest.

“Are you excited to eat cake?” Bellamy asked but Charlie just waved his hand with the truck in it around. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Bellamy chuckled softly before turning back to the kitchen to spot you watching him. “What?”

“Having fun?” You wondered, setting the spoon back into the bowl as you made your way around the counter.

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Bellamy mused as you quirked an eyebrow as you stood in front of him with crossed arms.

“You already have one,” you told him as you took the bouncing Charlie out of his arms, “and she wants you to do what she asked.” Before Bellamy could reply, you spun on your heels and headed into the kitchen. You resumed your baking with Charlie on your hip. He was on about something that Bellamy couldn’t hear while you were humming in response, continuing your work.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Bellamy wondered under his breath, watching you in awe. While he had managed to lose his kid in a matter of minutes, here you were multitasking like no big deal. Yeah, he was in awe and he loved you for it. And perhaps a bit envious.

-

The night was rather eventful. From Charlie getting covered in cake—which you had to bathe him for—to Raven buying him the nosiest toy to Lincoln and Octavia offering to babysit at a moment’s notice—you’re quite sure Octavia is ready to steal Charlie—you had a lot of fun.

Once the night wound down, you found yourself exhausted. After putting Charlie to bed in a room away, you found yourself nestled into Bellamy’s side eager to sleep.

As you began to drift off, you heard the echoing wail of Charlie wide awake. “Go get him,” you murmured into Bellamy’s chest before pulling away from him so he could get up.

“Me?” Bellamy asked groggily, definitely just as tired as you.

“Welcome to fatherhood, babe,” you mused, rolling onto your side.

“Can’t we just let him cry so he can get used to falling asleep?” Bellamy questioned. You knew he was just trying to get out of doing it but you were too comfy to even think about getting up.

“Yeah, when I’m already asleep. Go,” you ordered, beginning to bury your face into a pillow. Bellamy didn’t move and you could tell. Charlie was still crying and you weren’t about to move. “Go,” you repeated lifting your head to look at him. “Go. Leave. Soothe your son. Go. You’re banished, go.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bellamy scoffed, playing offended.

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to play along. “It will be your bed—once you get back.” You smirked softly at him as you kicked his legs away from you and nestled back into your pillow.

Bellamy sighed before you felt the weight shift on your bed as he shuffled down the hall. It was a solid thirty minutes before he came back to your room, the crying having ceased. You had fallen asleep like Charlie had and Bellamy smiled fondly at your figure, right as he heard the loud wails once more. Bellamy sighed once again, glancing back down the hall and at your sleeping figure which he didn’t want to wake.

“Yeah, welcome to fatherhood,” he hummed before going to soothe Charlie once more so you could sleep peacefully.

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Forever — Clarke Griffin x Reader

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Supergirl

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warning: Fighting/Violence, Curse Words (Kinda?), Uh, Bad Guys?

Summary: Octavia Blake has an alter ego. She’s otherwise known as Supergirl to the town of National City. With the help of the DEO, where her adoptive brother works, and her brother’s techie girlfriend, she’s what some would call a hero.

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Octavia Zor-El. That was her name, well her birth name. Her name on Earth was Octavia Blake, and you knew her well. You knew her better than many of the other people on the planet.

You had heard her story many a-times. Born on Krypton, she was the daughter of Zor-El and his wife, Alura. Her planet was dying, being destroyed to be perfectly correct, and she was being sent off to protect her cousin, Kal-El. But things never go as planned, do they?

When Krypton exploded, her escape pod was knocked off course and she was sent into the Phantom Zone, a place where time is somewhat of a foreign concept. She was suspended in time and never aged until finally her pod got free and she landed on Earth.

There she was rescued by her cousin, Finn Collins as Earth knew him, and placed with an adoptive family. The family consisted of three people: Elliot Blake and his wife, Aurora, and their son Bellamy.

You remembered it all very well, you were as shocked as anyone would be when they found out. You knew Octavia as Cat Grant’s assistant—later promoted to reporter—at CatCo Worldwide Media. Not as the superheroine, Supergirl. But working with the DEO, you should be used to such things.

You worked for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, or the DEO, as their resident tech expert, which you took with pride. But did you ever expect to be helping the hero of your very own city? Perhaps not.

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“On your right,” You mused into the mic as you watched Octavia through the security cameras of the warehouse.

“You ever gonna get out of my ear?” she scoffed, reasonably annoyed with your comments to her through the earpiece. You let out a light laugh as you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes glued to Octavia on the screen.

She swung her arm back, elbowing her attacker square in the face. He staggered for only a moment before he gripped her arm. She let out a growl as his touch began to burn her screen, even through the suit she was wearing.

“Touchy,” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows. You had deemed the offender as a native of some other alien planet. You could never figure out which one and Octavia had been clueless as well. All you knew was that his touch was hot, hot enough even for a Kryptonian.

Before Octavia could wind her other arm back, he gripped her face with his free hand. She let out a yell in his grasp, your heart beginning to race as she fell to her knees with his hands still on her.

“Get up,” you whispered, as if it was supposed to help. “I didn’t hack into these security cameras for nothing!”

“Thanks—for—the—vote—of—confidence!” Octavia snapped back through her gritted teeth. She glared up at her attacker before letting out a gust of frozen breath. A smile adorned your face as he staggered backward. “Too cold for you?” she quipped before continuing, literally blowing him back towards the warehouse walls.

Octavia winded her arm, knocking him hard in the face. She grabbed his shoulders and with her strength, sent him skidding across the warehouse floor. He was dazed, undoubtedly.

As he began to stagger to his feet, Octavia spun towards him. She clapped her hands hard, prompting a hard gust of air that pushed him further back. He flew back into the crates, crashing into them as he lay in a heap. “Yes!” You exclaimed, probably far too into it all. “Can you fly him back? You look a little...”

“Thanks,” Octavia murmured before heading towards the man and hooking her arms underneath his. Within a flash, she was out of the warehouse.

You pulled off your headset and pushed your chair away from the desk and monitors. You got to your feet, beginning to head through the compound. It didn’t take long to find him, Octavia’s brother.

You peered into the training room, careful not to disturb him. You watched with intrigued eyes as Bellamy flipped someone onto their stomach, twisting their arm behind them. “Give up?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

The person beneath him feebly tapped against the floor as Bellamy let out a chuckle, letting go of them. “Training?” You asked, now entering the room.

“He’s tough,” his training partner commented, dusting themselves off. They collected their equipment and rushed from the room, leaving you alone with him.

“Impressive,” You chirped, beaming at the male before you. “I could take you though.”

“I’m sure you could,” Bellamy chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head. “That’s why I just leave you to your computers, babe.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you into him. He connected your lips as you enjoyed the moment of pure content.

“You’re still coming over, right?” you asked, pulling away. “They added the newest season of Nailed It! to Netflix and I’m dying to watch!”

“Because it makes your baking skills look better?”

You gasped aloud, feigning hurt. “I’ll have you know, that cake was only bad because I couldn’t work the oven!”

“You never turned it on.”

“Because I couldn’t work it! Keep up!” You exclaimed, hitting Bellamy on the chest as he shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Octavia’s coming in. She got the guy.”

“Is she hurt?” Bellamy asked, his face going from one of playfulness to immediate concern.

“We’ll have to see when she gets here, but I don’t think too bad if she is. He got ahold of her arm and her face,” you confessed, giving Bellamy a soft smile as you squeezed his hand. “She’s badass, I assure you. She can do anything.”

“Come on,” Bellamy said, squeezing your hand. The two of you headed out of the training room and entered the main lobby just as Octavia did, dumping the man onto the DEO floor. “O!”

“Hey Bell,” Octavia greeted, flittering down to the floor. She could barely get a word out before Bellamy stepped forward, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to check for damage. “Bell,” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He never approved of Octavia doing this, you knew that well. Though their relationship was rocky at times, he did care about her. He viewed the entire “Supergirl” thing as a way for Octavia to put herself into danger and he never once enjoyed such a idea.

“I’m fine,” Octavia repeated, giving Bellamy a less aggressive look. “What kind of hero would I be if some guy with hot hands took me down? How lame,” she joked, laughing softly. Bellamy rose an eyebrow, seemingly unamused.

“Oookay,” You interjected, stepping between them. You guided Octavia away as Bellamy followed close behind you two. You stood in front of the monitors, typing away at the keyboard before your eyes darted toward one of the screens. “National City seems quiet.”

“Too quiet?” Octavia asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Nope.” You answered, popping the ‘p’. “You’re off-duty.” You hummed, turning back to her with a smile. Octavia smiled lightly before heading off. Bellamy looked back at her for just a moment. “She worries just as much about you, you know?”

“She doesn’t have to.” Bellamy told you. “I can handle myself.” You quirked an eyebrow, a smug grin on your face. Bellamy let out a sigh. “Don’t say it.”

“Octavia would say the same thing,” you sang out as Bellamy glanced away from your far too triumphant face.

“I’ll see you tonight,” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking away.

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“Those poor donuts!” You cried out in distress, munching on popcorn as you watched the TV show on your television. Bellamy laughed lightly beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both watched the cooking show.

A knock sounded at the door as you set the popcorn in Bellamy’s lap and hopped up to get it. When you pulled the door open, Octavia was on the other side. “Okay so, I totally don’t mean to ruin date night-“

“You already are!” Bellamy called back as Octavia glared at him over your shoulder.

“But! I brought pizza!” She exclaimed, waving the pizza box in your face. “Mind if I join?” You glanced back towards Bellamy who waved her in as you both shared excited smiles. “Want a slice, Bell?”

He held up two fingers as Octavia nodded and you two worked to get plates. With pizza slices in hand, you plopped down back beside Bellamy as Octavia sat on the other side.

You were twenty minutes into the next episode, when Octavia’s head whipped around. “It was too quiet,” she sighed, hearing the echoing of sirens that you all could now hear.

“I have my laptop and your earpiece if you want backup,” you told her as she got to her feet. She shook her head before glancing toward Bellamy.

“Go.” He told her, offering a reluctant smile. “You can handle yourself.”

“Nice to see you finally notice,” she smiled before ruffling his hair and dashing from the apartment. You glanced toward your boyfriend, a wide grin being held back.

“Don’t say it.”

“You took my advice,” you sang, smugly kissing his cheek. Bellamy playfully rolled his eyes as you snuggled into his side, resuming your show as you knew Supergirl was at work protecting your city.

Forever

NOTE: I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate au (based off this post) and hERe wE go my fIRST imAgIne also I tried to be as gender neutral as possible 

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Soulmates.

Of course you didn’t believe in all of that. The whole idea of Love at First Sight and being with someone forever just felt so unrealistic. And yet, the world was dead set against that ideal.

This was a world where the doodles upon your arm weren’t necessarily your own, but the mindless sketches of your soulmate. The ink that laced your wrist wasn’t that of a tattoo but your soulmate sitting bored somewhere else.

It was a peculiar thing, a thing that you hated. You didn’t want your destiny written, or drawn, out for you. You wanted to make your own choices, without having to mindlessly wait for your soulmate to come alone and ‘sweep you off your feet.’

And so that’s what you did. For years and years, you never wrote a single word upon your arm. You never so much as wrote down a reminder or sketched a line. It was the only thing you could think to do. You didn’t want a soulmate so you tried to pretend that they didn’t exist by protesting the very factor that made them possible.

To be fair, it kind of worked. For years, you went on unfazed. You weren’t held down but the construct of forever. You weren’t waiting on end, longing for that special person. You dated who you wanted to date, you liked who you wanted to like.

Though dating should be hard in a world of soulmates, there were people like you who rejected the mere construct of it. And for those sheer moments, you were in control.

The only thing that you couldn’t control were the images that danced across your skin. It was like your soulmate never stopped. To them, skin was their canvas. Why waste paper when they could take the pen to their skin for their special someone to see?

You wished you could say it annoyed you but the images were far too nice for that to work. As the years went on, the drawings got better and more sophisticated. Your soulmate’s skill had improved without a doubt and you enjoyed looking at the landscapes that would write themselves upon your skin.

This went on for a long while. From when you were just a little girl to when you were just about sixteen. The drawings were like apart of you and then they just stopped.

You had to be honest, it startled you some. The worlds that would encase your arm, new ones each day, just faded away and you were left with nothing. You at first believed that your soulmate had died.

You heard whispers of that happening to some and it was somewhat devastating. The person that someone was supposedly meant for just dying? Those that believed in the construct were heartbroken, torn to bits really.

Even you were somewhat drawnback by it. And yet, a few months into the disappearance, you soon found a small landscape wrapped around your forearm.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you felt the content in your veins. You weren’t entertaining the idea of soulmates but you were glad that someone wasn’t dead which you appreciated.

And then you got arrested. It was stupid, in all honesty. Supposedly you had assaulted a guard but you had just ran into him causing him to fall over with you atop. Can they really arrest you for being a klutz?

The short answer: yes.

You were shoved into lockup, sharing a cell with some girl named Thalia. Luckily for you, you had the drawings upon your skin to keep you company. You were still far too stubborn to write back but you liked knowing someone was there, even if they weren’t your forever.

And then, in what felt like a blink of an eye, you were hurtling down toward Earth. The Ark may not have been the best place to live but a potentially toxic Earth was far more frightening to you and the other 99 delinquents.

Yet, you survived. The Earth wasn’t as toxic as it once was. In fact, it was beautiful and you could only hope to see an image appear upon your skin of it all. Of course, that would only apply if your soulmate was one of the ones down there.

You felt stupid for believing such a small possibility and you tried hard to just focus on the task at hand, listening to the unwritten leaders of the camp; Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin was headstrong and seemed to be one of the few people that were deadset on surviving the harsh realities of the new world.

She was practical and real, it was something to look up to. Yet even Clarke, with her mindful head upon her shoulders, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of forever.

Since she was young and learned the concept of soulmates, she would doodle on her arm as much as possible. In all honesty, it helped grow her artistic skill. But there was one problem.

Nothing ever wrote itself onto her skin. For years and years, there was never anything from her soulmate on her skin. She had to admit, she didn’t know whether or not she was truly destined for this person, but a reply from them would’ve been nice.

At times, she thought them dead. But that didn’t stop her from drawing on her skin. The only time she stopped was when she was thrown into lockup and she found herself too lost to write. For awhile anyway.

Now on Earth, things were different. Clarke was busy, constantly. She was a leader of camp whether she liked it or not. And she was also a doctor for them. She was the only one who any kind of medicinal training and god forbid they didn’t have her. She was busy for what felt like days on end. A break couldn’t come sooner.

As Clarke sat herself in the dropship on a particularly slow day, something that bewildered Clarke, she found herself tracing lines across her forearm. Having seen the sunset finally with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but begin to sketch it.

“Got a minute?” a voice asked, prompting Clarke to stop and look up.

“Oh Y/N, what’s wrong?” Clarke asked as she set the pen aside and got up. Clarke headed over, spotting Y/N’s extended forearm.

“There’s a good chance I may have cut myself throwing knives,” Y/N revealed, sounding both ashamed and embarrassed. Clarke shook her head, as she took Y/N’s forearm in hand.

Clarke hovered a finger over the cut and bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t cut too deep,” Clarke reassured before spotting the dark lines that dotted Y/N’s skin.

“I didn’t draw that if you’re wondering,” Y/N chuckled softly. “Definitely not that artistic,”

Instead of offering a word, Clarke held out her own forearm with the identical drawing (though unhindered by a slash from a blade).

Y/N had no words, only the look of amazement that that found its way into both of their eyes. Clarke had been so resigned to the idea that her soulmate was simply dead, to see them before her was like some sort of hallucination.

“You draw a lot, don’t you?” Y/N scoffed, clearly trying to bring some humor into the situation.

“And you don’t draw at all,” Clarke fired back, quirking a smug eyebrow in Y/N’s direction. “Right!” Clarke realized as she remembered the cut. “Let me just take care of that for you,”

Clarke turned away for a moment as if trying to avoid the situation and for once in your life, you didn’t want to.

The gash in your forearm hurt some, but not as much as the rapid pulsing of your heart did. Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates or forever, but you believed in the girl right in front of you. Before Clarke could move away, you found yourself grabbing hold of her hand.

She turned back, her lips parting as she stared back at you unsure of what to do. No one really ever talked about what happened when they met their soulmate, nor the feelings one felt when it happened. You, for sure, couldn’t describe it nor could Clarke.

Instead, you both found yourselves moving closer. It wasn’t long before your lips connected in a chaste first kiss, that made you realize one thing.

Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates, or a forever. But you certainly could entertain the idea of Clarke Griffin.