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Esmé🦜 I mostly daydream but on rare occasions I actually write my thoughts down. this is where I post those thoughts. enjoy

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I’m just so lucky to have you

Prompt: "I'm just so lucky to have you"

A/N: this is part of @sweetboybucky’s 1K followers celebration and there will be part 2 and maybe even part 3. This was meant to be a short intro but it ended up being 1.5k of just fluff.I tried to use the “keep reading” feature but I’m on my iPad and it doesn’t seem to be working?

Warnings: none

Turning onto the street, you strolled towards the house at the end. Once there you headed up the driveway and knocked on the door to be greeted and ushered in by Maggie.

"You look lovely" you smiled at her. She and Jim we're all dressed up for date night.

"Cassie's just through in the living room, feel free to eat or drink whatever you can find and remember to have her in bed by 9." Maggie already had her shoes on and purse in hand ready to go. She'd been so good to you and practically treated you like family after you started babysitting Cassie regularly around 6 months ago.

"Not a problem, enjoy your date."

Maggie grinned at you and walked out of the doorway. Jim was right behind her.

"Thanks (Y/N), you and Cassie have fun."

You heard a squeal from the living room and shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Hey Cassie bean, how's it going?" She giggled at your nickname for her.

"Hi (Y/N), I'm watching Beauty and the Beast and then we're having a dance party."

"Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow at her. "Well I'm not very good at dancing, you'll have to teach me."

"I'm great at it, my daddy taught me." Cassie's eyes are glued to the screen, engrossed in the movie. You got up to go to the kitchen where you made two cups of juice and one large bowl of popcorn. Coming back through into the living room you saw the credits for the movie rolling on the screen.

"Remember, late night snacks are are secret" you put your finger to your lips and winked. Cassie grinned and grabbed a mouthful of popcorn. Picking up the remote you switched the music channel on, music immediately blasting through the speakers. You turned it down slightly and looked at the music video, you recognised the song as one of Years & Years' new singles If you're over me. You'd be careful the songs that came on we're kid friendly but this one was okay. Cassie was already jumping around.

"Not on the furniture!" You pretended to be horrified, causing Cassie to promptly burst into a fit of laughter. Before you could shoo her off the couch you heard the doorbell go and went to answer it, leaving Cassie scattering cushions everywhere.

"Hello?" You opened the door to be met by a slightly-scruffy-but-in-a-good-way looking man who you vaguely recognised as Cassie's father.

"Hi" he looked equally as confused to see you. You glanced back over your shoulder to see Cassie hadn't noticed who was at the door yet. You shifted slightly to obscure her vision of the door but it didn't do much. Scott (you're pretty sure that's his name?) Was a few inches taller than you, not that much but enough to be visible if Cassie gets curious.

"Am I interrupting something?" His voice snaps you out of your thought. He seems patient and polite enough but shuffles his feet a bit out of nerves or confusion, you weren't sure.

"Just a dance party" you smile slightly.

"Um, is Maggie in?" He looks at you even more puzzled.

"Ah yes, no, sorry I'm (Y/N)" you offer your hand "Cassie's babysitter. Maggie and Jim are out for the evening."

He smiles and shakes your hand. "Scott, Cassie's dad."

"I know" you stand there for a minute more, unsure what to do. Maggie never mentioned him stopping by. You make up your mind quickly before things got too awkward.

"Why don't you come in?" You stand aside and he steps inside, kicking his shoes off.

"I'm not staying long I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by." He quickly explains, rubbing the back of his neck he looks as uncomfortable as you feel. You looked at the carpet, your slippers, past him into the room. Anywhere but his eyes which were boring into you. You'd never been more thankful for Cassie than when she comes running over.

"Daddy!" She wraps her arms around his legs.

"Hey peanut" he rests his hand on her head and she smiles up at him.

"(Y/N) here mentioned something about a dance party, where can I get an invitation?" His smile when he looked at her lit up his whole face and you soon found yourself relaxing. Cassie just took his hand and dragged him into the room singing and skipping. To your amusement he started singing and skipping with her, the both of them terribly out of tune but looked to be having so much fun you couldn't resist getting your phone and filming a short video to show Maggie later. Scott looked over caught you laughing at the two of them and holding your side. He gave you a million dollar smile and reached out a hand.

"Are you joining us or?" He wiggled his eyebrows and Cassie copied him, or tried too.

"I would but it's someone's bedtime." You gave Cassie a pointed look.

"Noooo five more minutes!" Cassie pouted.

"I promised your mom you'd be in bed by 9 and I don't want to get into trouble" you pretended to whisper the last part.

"Fine." Sighing she follows you up the stairs. After making sure she cleaned her teeth and put her pjamas on you tucked her into bed and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Cassie bean."

"Night (Y/N)."

When you returned back downstairs Scott had put the living room almost back in order and was pinching popcorn out of the bowl.

"You can eat the rest if you want" you waved a hand vaguely in his direction.

He mumbled thanks through a mouthful of popcorn and followed you into the kitchen where you'd cleared away the cups.

"Fancy a coffee?" You offered. After how sweet he was with Cassie you didn't want to just throw him out.

"I'll have tea if you don't mind." He puts the now empty bowl in the sink.

"Of course not." You flick the kettle on.

When Maggie and Jim return you've spent a good hour in Scott's company, mostly laughing at his jokes and stories. You'd told him about how you were at University studying to become a nurse and you'd started babysitting for a bit of extra money but you'd fallen in love with Cassie and she was more like a little sister to you now. At one point Scott asked for your number "incase I ever need the worlds best babysitter according to Cassie." It struck you as odd that on the rare occasions when Cassie went to stay with him he would want to go out and need a sitter but you gave him your number anyway. Maybe it was something about the almost shy grin he gave you when he asked.

Maggie walked in first, calling out hello quietly. When she saw who was sitting opposite you she stopped in her tracks, causing Jim to walk into her back.

"Scott." She looked at him slightly confused.

You got up and cleared your throat.

"Scott stopped by to see Cassie after you left, I hope you didn't mind I let him in." You we're still trying to gauge if the look on Maggie's face was shock or anger. Or both.

"No no (Y/N) it's fine. Just unexpected. Cassie must have been in bed at least an hour though why are you still here Scott?" She turned her attention to him.

"Thought I'd wait till you got back to explain why I was here" he got up to leave "but now you're back I'll be on my way."

Jim turned to you "how were you planning on getting home (Y/N)? It's dark out and too late to be walking the streets on your own."

"I'll give her a lift." Scott piped up, all eyes now on him. "I mean, wherever you live going a bit out of my way is worth preventing you from being mugged." He jabbered nervously, reaching to rub the back of his neck again.

"Well that's, nice. But (Y/N) we can call you a taxi." Maggie offers.

"No, don't fuss. If Scott really doesn't mind then I'll just get a lift with him." You looked towards Scott.

"Come on then." You left with him after saying goodbye to Maggie and Jim. Slipping out of the doorway you follow Scott into the cool evening and you shiver, glad you don't have to walk home. Scott unlocks the car and opens your door for you to slide into the passenger seat with a quiet "thank you."

Scott appears in the driver's seat and starts the car. It purrs to life and hot air shoots out of the blowers. You buckle your seatbelt and breathe a sigh of relief at the suddem warmth.

"Sorry if this isn't the smoothest car ride, I'm not used to driving something this fancy." You guessed the car must be from his work, not that you knew what that was. The car was nice, a sleek black Mercedes with all the latest tech, not something you imagined him picking out. Scott switched the radio on so you had music to listen to and pulled out into the road.

"Off we go."

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Sickness

Prompt: The reader is sick but Bellamy doesn't know, they go hunting together and the reader collapses.

A/N: hey guess who got motivation to write. I'm not active again entirely but I'm posting this because my friend encouraged me to post what I write. I don't write that much anymore because it's so different trying to get the ideas out of my head and into words but this was practically complete so I thought I'd touch it up and post. Enjoy!

This is a requested fic, and my first ever request, but it was requested so long ago I can't even remember who asked for it. sorry.

Warnings: blood, being sick, collapsing

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With the threat of war with the grounders still heavy, the last thing Arkadia needed was the illness that was rapidly spreading. Bellamy had caught it a few days ago and was refusing to see you, hoping you wouldn't catch it. Too late. You could feel the sickness spreading throughout your body, making your limbs heavy so that moving was almost painful. You stayed away from crowds, not wanting to give anyone the virus. No medicine worked in getting rid of it but those made the weakest from it we're on fluids and were on track to recover. You refused to tell anyone you had it, Bellamy had confided in you before he'd been quarantined that the camp was running low on resources. If anyone knew you were ill you'd get more food and water, you didn't deserve the special treatment when supplies were so precious and scarce right now. People tended to go into quarantine for 48-72 hours so Bellamy was due out any time now. Since the delinquents and Arkadia had combined you'd become close and relied on each other. Bellamy not being with you was like not having one of your senses.

You round the corner and are nearly knocked off your feet by someone rushing into you. "Watch it" you croak.

"Sorry I'm in a rush-" he finally looks at you and stops talking. "(Y/N)" he scoops you up in a hug.

Your eyes finally focus on his face. You hug back, you'd have known that voice anywhere. "Bellamy" you say warmly and rest your head on his shoulder. He looks rough, there's dark circles under his eyes and his hair was lying in limp curls on his forehead but to you, he'd never looked better. You stayed there in your embrace for what felt like a long time yet still not long enough. Bellamy draws away first, holding you at arms length.

"Wanna celebrate my refound health by going on a little hunting trip?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You giggle and a sharp pain shoots through your head. There's finally a spark back in his eyes and you can't bear to see them dull again.

"Of course" you smile through the haze.

Next thing you know you're in the rover with a week's worth of hunting supplies. Bellamy is in the driver's seat and you rest your head against the window, drifting in and out of sleep. When you are awake you notice how he watches you, clearly glad to be back with you.

You finally wake fully. Your throat feels dry and scratchy and your head feels stuffy. You grab a water bottle and swig the whole thing barely pausing to take a breath. That makes you feel slightly better. The drivers door is open and the seat empty, Bellamy must be outside gearing up. You open your door and hop out, heading to the back of the rover. Bellamy has a collection of knifes and traps attached to his belt, you go for a crossbow.

"Ready?" You ask. The sooner you've caught something the sooner you could sit back down.

"Let's do it" he shuts and locks the rover before taking off into the forest in search of tracks. You follow.

After a bit of walking Bellamy finds evidence of some creature and chooses a spot to set up traps. To your left the ground rises into a decent sized hill, what looks like caves cut into parts of the rock. Deciding there'll be nothing of interest to you in there, you head right.

Trying not to stray to far, you keep checking to make sure Bellamy is still visible or audible. You get lucky and a boar crosses your bath, nose to the ground snuffling for insects and other unsavoury things. You kill it cleanly with one shot to it's chest, likely going through it's heart. It dies nearly instantly and bleeds heavily on the ground where it fell. The sight is enough to knock you sick. You feel your stomach twist painfully and bend over heaving. Nothing comes up but bile and water that burns your throat so painfully your eyes water. Your knees buckle and give out and before you know it you're sprawled in the dirt. Breathing heavily, you screw your eyes shut and wait for the retching to stop.

Bellamy looked up from a trap he was setting, the forest had gone strangely quiet. It was a heavy silence, one that usually follows death. Drawing a knife he rises from his crouch slowly and moves to where he last saw you.

"(Y/N)?" He calls out. No response. He speeds up his walk. You hear him call out but you can't do more than moan. He reaches you as your eyes roll back and reality starts to fade away. The last thing you hear is him saying your name then the sound of a horn blares in your ears and you finally pass out.

Bellamy lurches forward and scoops you up into his arms, taking off running. The acid fog rises above the forest not far away and follows close behind the two of you, Bellamy can feel it sting his face and make his eyes water. Without enough time to make it back to the rover he stumbles into one of the caves with you still in his arms and gently sets you down at the back of the cave.

"(Y/N)" he gently taps your cheek. Your eyes flutter open but you feel so weak you can only mouth his name. He cradles your head in his lap and watches in horror as a small trickle of blood runs from your nose.

"You're sick and you didn't tell me" he sounds almost angry but his face looks sick with worry and guilt for not realising sooner.

"I didn't want to worry you" you protest feebly.

"Well I'm worried now!" He practically shouts at you. He composes himself, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose.

"We have no idea how long the acid fogs going to last and you're condition's only going to get worse. If you'd have told someone we could have done something, you'd be resting with plenty of water and painkillers." He lectures you.

"I don't want special treatment" you struggle to sit up.

"Even after me saying all that, you still won't rest. Unbelievable." He sounds slightly exhasperated but the anger is gone. He settles down next to you so you can lean against him.

You drift in and out of consciousness until you wake to him lifting you, still too weak to walk. Once out of the cave the sun has set and it's quickly getting dark. Bellamy jogs back to the rover with you in his arms. He sets you in the passenger seat and leans across you to put on your seatbelt. His soft hair brushes against your face. "Bell that tickles" you mumble sleepily. Your body has gone numb now and things are a little foggy. He draws back and smiles, his face so close your noses almost touch.

"It's feels good to see your smile again" and with that he's gone. You can feel the cold as the heat of his body vanishes. It leaves you feeling a bit emptier. Then the rover shakes as he hauls himself up into the driver's seat and the engine hums to life. You barely notice the drive back to Arkadia.

Next time you wake you're somewhere soft and comfortable. There's a white sheet draped over you and a drip going into your arm. Bellamy! You shoot upright and look around to see him slumped, asleep in a chair not far away. You flop back down onto the pillow, your head feeling clearer than it has in days. Clarke, seeing that you're awake, comes over to check on you. She keeps her voice low so as not to wake Bellamy.

"How are you feeling?" You take a deep breath, expecting nausea but feeling nothing but a headache.

"Better" you give her a small smile.

"He was really worried you know" she nods her head towards Bellamy, still asleep.

"I know" you sigh. You'll apologise as soon as he's awake. After asking you a few more questions and checking your vitals Clarke seems satisfied and leaves you to go see another patient. You turn your head to look at Bellamy and see his brown eyes glued to your face.

"Y/N" he croaks your name, his voice harsh from sleep.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner" you felt guilt twisting your insides and you looked away, fiddling with the sheets. You felt two large hands cover yours as Bellamy's face hovers over you. You only see concern in his features.

"It's okay, if Octavia hadn't of realised I was ill I'd probably have done the same and be in a bed next to you." He gave you a small smile and pressed his lips against your cheek.

"Get some rest Y/N, I promise I'll be here when you wake." You smiled and slipped into a peaceful sleep filled with the image of Bellamy smiling down at you.

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Ok so

I took a (long) break after I finished binge watching season 4 of the 100 because I wasn't that into it when I didn't have weekly episodes to watch. Between then I've started watching other shows so I'm thinking maybe I'll write small one shots for shows like Vikings.

As far as writing for the 100 goes I'll finish up and post any fics I had that were nearly completed and do short one shots based on season 5 characters (they've all changed so much it feels wierd to carry on writing as if they were still in season 4).

And if I'm changing like this I thought it was time for a new username so I am now fanf1c! (I know not amazing but I'm bad at nicknames and usernames and stuff).

Thanks if you read all that and will be sticking around, this is only a small blog (35 followers) so it won't be top of my priority but I do want to continue writing.

❤️ Esme

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Hikes

Summary: Bellamy comes across you in the forest and walking back to camp you come across a rabbit, you’re mystified and Bellamy is amused. It let’s you see a really different side of him.

A/N: idk how to summarise this one but it’s cute (hopefully)

Warnings: like, one swear word

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The walls were up, Jasper was recovering, you had water and Bellamy and the rest of the hunters brought enough food back that camp was at ease. You took a break shelling jobi nuts and decided to take a walk in the forest, explore a bit. The sun shone down, dappled areas of light spread across the ground. It smelt fresh and full of life and you loved it. The path climbed uphill, walking got a little more difficult and your calves started burning but the hike made you feel good. You remembered to snap a branch or make a rock pile every here and there so as not to get lost. At the top of a small hill you sat on a large flat rock to rest, feeling the sun warm you and the earth around you. You opened your eyes to voices and branches snapping. The hunters walked past a bit further down, one of them looking up right into your eyes. Shit, it was Bellamy. He’d taken charge of camp and had an aggressive attitude that made you nervous.

“Hey what are you doing up there?” He stopped and scowled up at you.

You clear your throat, “I wanted a break from camp, to explore a bit.”

Now all of them were staring at you and you felt your face become increasingly flushed. They looked impatient, stomping their feet and looking back on the direction of camp. Bellamy sighed and sent them on ahead to skin and cook whatever they’d hunted. Be turned to walk up the hill to you.

“No one should be wandering around outside of camp, you could end up lost.” Yeah right, like he actually cared if you ever returned to camp of not.

“I can find my way back” you stand up and brush the dirt of your pants, ready to leave. The sight of the hunters reminded you how hungry you are, if you don’t get back soon there’ll be nothing left.

“Lead the way then” turning to let you past him, he sounds irritated and it makes your stomach flip. You pass so close you can almost feel the material of his t-shirt against your arm and smell the sweat and same fresh scent the forest gives off. Your skin prickles and goosebumps raise on your arms. You follow the tracks you made on the way, choosing to look for your own little signs rather than the hunters trail of destruction trampled when they passed earlier. You lead the two of you a different way, one that might be a little longer but the trees provide shade from the hot and low afternoon sun. You don’t mind the silence but Bellamy seems to be brooding so your wrack your brains for something to say. Before you come up with anything he grabs your arm, pulling you slowly into a crouch before he let’s go of you. You look around to see a rabbit has just crossed your path. You gasp quietly, this is the first living animal you’ve seen since you landed and something about it’s pink nose, white tail or maybe just the fact that from here you can see it’s deep brown eyes watching you but you motion for Bellamy to put away the knife he’s drawn from his belt. He frowns at you in confusion but you ignore him, reaching your hand out towards the rabbit. It hops over and sniffs your outstretched fingers, letting you touch the soft spot between its ears. You turn to grin at Bellamy to see he’s sat back on his heels watching you.

“If the whole camp doesn’t eat tonight, it’s your fault.” He says but his words have no malice, “after all you’d have to be a monster to kill anything so soft and fluffy” he mocks. You laugh softly. Wow, it surprises you that he can be this kind or make you laugh.

“I’m not a child” you remind him “but this is my first time seeing a live animal, it’s a miracle something so gentle and peaceful survived on a planet we couldn’t.”

“For me it’s more about making sure everyone eats, we don’t all get to enjoy the luxuries of no responsibilities.”

“Well unless you can take, whatever the hell you want-” you give Bellamy a harsh look “-you don’t eat.” The moment is ruined and the rabbit hops away. You don’t want to see it anymore knowing you’ll probably be eating something similar tonight.

He looks at the floor almost guilty. “I can’t look after everyone, they have to learn to fend for themselves at some point.”

“Like you left me to fend for myself earlier” you say thoughtfully. Clearly Bellamy cared, he wasn’t capable of taking care of everyone but he was better than nothing.

“Well there’s just something about you.” That caught you by surprise.

“Something like what?” You honestly had no idea what he was talking about.

You watched as leaned forward, not moving as he pressed his lips against yours. Your stomach was in tight knots but you kissed him back, under that frown and harsh exterior he was pleasant and funny. He drew back and smiled “something like that.”

You giggled from nerves and stopped yourself by biting your lip, you felt bubbly and excited and practically launched yourself forward to kiss him again. He caught you and kissed you back smiling against your lips. “I promise, I’ll make sure everyone eats tonight.”

“Thank you” you were unsure what else to say to him. It wasn’t his responsibility, he owed you nothing but he’d promised now. He stood up and pulled you up to, holding you against him. You relaxed into him and looked at his lips “who knew that big, scary Bellamy secretly likes fluffly rabbits and girls that are way below his league-” he cuts you off with another light kiss. “Actually, I was worried you’d turn me down. I got the feeling you didn’t like me.” He blushes and smiles shyly. You like this side of Bellamy. “Well then-” you plant a quick kiss on his cheek “-aren’t you glad you kissed me after all.”

“Definitely” he grins as you turn to walk back to camp together, your hand in his.

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New beginnings (pt 3)

A/N: I’ve been slow at updating lately because I have 7 ideas that I’m writing all at the same time and never managing to finish any of them 😅

Warnings: mentions of blood, nothing graphic.

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You had to jog slightly to keep up with him but you enjoyed it. It had been too long since you’d been able to stretch your legs and really explore the ground. Not even John, rampaging through the forest could ruin the perfection of Earth. You decided not to mention his trail of destruction, if the worst happened and you ended up lost at least you’d have a well defined path to walk back on.

You continued like this in silence for a while before you decided to speak up. “Do you have somewhere in mind to go or are we just aimlessly marching?” you’d caught up and were walking along side him now. He turned his head towards you and raised an eyebrow “does it matter which?”

“I don’t suppose.” He’s stopped now to look around, his jaw clenched and a slight frown on his brow.

“First time back on Earth in more than 6 years and all I want to do is escape.”

“Why? Escape from what?” The look he gives you tells you he would rather you cease to exist rather than tell you anything but he does.

“All the memories this place holds” his voice is quiet “and before you say anything, I don’t want your pity. Whatever happens, I’m a survivor.” He watches you intently to see your reaction.

“I don’t know what happened last time you were on Earth” you begin, speaking soft and low so as not to upset him. He seems the type to shift moods quickly and to lash out.

“But look around, all those memories are from a place and time before praimfaya. Maybe they belong in the ashes with everything else that was here before them. The world ends time after time and gets to start over, don’t we deserve a new beginning too.”

He stands quietly, considering your words. After a minute he turns his back, looking up towards the sky. The sun’s starting to set and there are clouds of salmon pink and orange streaking across the darkening blue sky. You gasp, the beauty of it is breath taking. You take a step forward and turn to see John looking at you in a brooding way. Damn he’s intense. You blush and look down “we should get back before it gets dark.”

“Lead the way” his tone has returned to sarcastic and slightly bored, apparently any kind of moment you’d been having was over. You turn and tread back through, following broken branches and your footprints that you’d made on your way out here. Most of the journey was in silence until about half way there your walkie started crackling.

“(Y/N)” you heard Clarke’s voice through the static. You pulled your walkie out from your belt

“Clarke?”

“(Y/N) you… come back… now… leave” you tried tuning it but it was no use, all you heard where quiet snippets of a worried Clarke as if she was whispering into the walkie. “Come on” you said to John and frowned, you had a sinking feeling growing in your gut. The sooner you were back with the group the better.

It didn’t take you long to reach the clearing. It was gradually getting darker and the trees were covered in shadows. The glinting metal of the ark was the only light in your surroundings. The clearing was emptying, everyone had left and debris was everywhere still. You walked forward among the parts of ship littered on the ground, John following close behind. Odd, out of sync clicks were the only sound. The counter on your belt must be acting up, you look down to see it working fine.

“(Y/N)” John says, looking down at something. You move to see him crouching to pick up something yellow. Another counter. Both were clicking furiously, Indicating that the level of radiation in the area was increasing. “Wierd, these things are really important. No one would just leave it lying on the ground.” You say with a frown.

“What about the sudden spike in activity” John’s turning the thing over in his hands, other than a crack in the screen it seems fine.

“I don’t know but the level isn’t high enough to be dangerous yet. I’m more worried that they’ve left us. Clarke only radioed a few minutes ago and they’ve left a load of freshly soaked bloody bandages over there, if they’re bleeding that heavily still I don’t think Abby would have moved them unless she absolutely had to.” You muse out loud. Unable to think of anything, you straighten up and go to check nothing else was left behind. “We might as well head off back to the bunker before all we have to navigate by is moonlight.” John quickly moves to follow you, quiet now.

“Is something wrong?” You’ve nearly picked your way through the rubble, stumbling a few times as you watch John. He grabs your arm to steady you.

“I’ve only seen 7 people for the past six years of my life and now we’re on our way to a bunker filled with thousands, honestly it’s daunting.” His arm is gone from your wrist, his hands shoved in his pockets as he shrugs. You felt for him, he looked almost like a child in his defenceless form. Unsure about what to say, you kept quiet as all your words of comfort seemed empty. You’re so busy thinking you don’t even notice the snapped branches and torn up ground until you step in a puddle. “Ugh” you look down to see it’s thick and a dark red colour. Blood. You pale, starting to feel sick and back up into John. It can’t of been there long, it hasn’t even begun to congeal. John looks at you in suprise before seeing what has you so shaken. He opens his mouth to say something but is drowned out by a ground shaking roar.

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Plot twist

The season 5 bellarke kiss is fake, it's actually to make Murphy jealous so Murphamy get together which is what was meant to happen all along (and Clarke and Niylah live happily ever after)

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Jobi kisses

Idea: You and Monty sneak out of camp to collect Jobi nuts, end up eating them all and making out in the woods

A/N: A little imagine to enjoy until I get something longer put up.

Warnings: Drugs (jobi nuts are psychedelic I’m guessing from the reactions of the 100 from eating them but there isn’t really much of a description of being high in here since I never have been so don’t know what it’s like.)

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You’d volunteered to go foraging with Monty, he’d been working on the cuffs for hours and was getting increasingly frustrated. The camp was busy trying to gather more food and supplies so you managed to convince him that it was an important duty to go. In reality you were worried, you’d been botany buddies on the ark and you’d never seen him this worked up. Even that one time you went to him when you forgot to return some “herbs” you took. He just brushed it off and said he’d sort it. So that’s how you ended up in the forest, watching his back as he marched on, heavy in thought.

“Monty” you called. He turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“There’s loads of jobi nuts over here, you walked right past them” you say.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just not concentrating. Sorry (Y/N).”

“Monty, it’s not your responsibility to get us in touch with the ark. They had enough hope to fix us with these-” you hold up your arm with your cuff on “-so as long as one of us still has it on there’s hope they’ll see we really can survive.”

“I suppose” he starts picking off nuts.

You go to pick some too, and for the first time get a good look at the jobi plant.

“Hey Monty” you call. He looks over at you.

“Look at the structure of this plant and tell me it doesn’t look like a psychedelic.” You pull off and crack open a nut. Monty crouches down beside you as you toss it in your mouth.

“Definitely” he agrees.

“Sweet” you turn to grin at him and he puts up his hand for a high-five.

You slap your hand against his and pull off more nuts. You eat a few more and turn, already starting to feel giddy, towards Monty.

“We should probably warn the camp about getting high off these before people eat the supplies.” You say, unable to look away from his lips. Before you know it he leans forwards and kisses you, taking your face in his hands. You kiss him back, butterfly’s going wild in your stomach. He pulls back to look into your eyes.

“I guess warning camp can wait, worst outcome people in camp have a fun day trip” you smile. He laughs and takes your hand as you lean forward to brush your lips together once more. Which is how you stay for the next couple of hours, sat on the ground kissing and trying to throw jobi nuts into each other’s mouths.

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requested by anonymous

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IM SCREAMING I LOVE IT

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“I’m really enjoying new beginnings so far and I don’t think it’s progressing too slowly at all, if you don’t mind please could I be added to the tag list?💙” - @10blurredsmoke10

Yes of course! Thank you I’m so glad to hear that you like it and I’ll try get part 3 up soon 💛 if anyone else wants to be added to the list let me know and if you have any ideas about how you think the story should progress message me (at the moment I’m just going with it and thinking of ideas for the next part as soon i finish the most recent part 🙊)

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New beginnings (Pt 2)

A/N: is this progressing too slowly or do you like it? Ahhh I don’t know because no one’s really saying anything so please feedback if you have anything to say good or bad. Also if I start a list of tagged people in fics with more than one part, would anyone be interested?

Warnings: none

Tags: @10blurredsmoke10

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You’re one of the privileged few that got a space in the bunker as you’d only been 15 when praimfaya hit. Despite your young age you’d quickly trained and rose to become one of the highest ranking warriors/guards in 6 years. That meant when a team went to check to see the space crew land, you were part of that team. You slung your gun over your shoulder and climbed up through cracks in the rouble until you felt the sun on your face, even surrounded by dust and debris you were mesmerised by the moment. You breathed in deeply, savouring it. Due to there still being possibilities of exposure to dangerous levels of radiation only people with certain clearance got to go outside. Clarke followed up after you, there’d been a reunion not long after you first dug your way out of the bunker and now her and Maddie lived there with everyone.

You were drawn out of your thoughts when the last person had come up and the group began to move. It took a few hours of hiking to reach the crash site, the giant circle left of the ark now stuck up out of the ground smoking. That was the last part of the ark in space, the last mark made by the thousands that had lived in space for their lifetimes. You approached carefully, a geiger counter steadily clicking at you from your belt indicating how safe the area is. Luckily you could all easily cope with the current level of radiation. Soon you were all at the base of the station, someone came forward to pry away a panel so you could see inside. You stepped inside, following the rest of the team as all of your boots made a heavy marching sound on the metal floor. In some places you had to climb but eventually found the ships passengers. They were all strapped into their seats still, Bellamy and Raven just starting to come round. You’d received basic medical training but didn’t need it to tell that Emori and Monty had been injured most during the landing. Emori had blood seeping out from a cut on her head and Monty’s calf on his left leg was bent at an odd angle, the bone had likely snapped half way down his lower leg. The rest seemed relatively unscathed and you moved round to unbuckle them and help carry them all outside. Clarke and her mother had gone to tend to Emori and Monty so you went and helped Echo up; you could see another soldier behind you taking one of Bellamy’s arms over his shoulder to help lead him out.

Eventually you all made it back outside, the seven of them all marveling at seeing Earth again. Raven was in tears and they were all still looking at Clarke as if she was a ghost despite her telling them several times that it’s really her, she’s fine, she survived praimfaya and embraced each one of them several times. Bellamy refused to let go, not believing that he was really back on Earth with Clarke, something he’d been dreaming of for years. You turned your back to make yourself busy like the rest of the team, leaving them to their intimate reunion. You noticed the man John had begun to walk away from the group and woman Emori had risen to follow, pushing medical away. You followed but left a bit of distance, you didn’t know them but it wasn’t safe to go wandering on unknown paths without some way to tell if there were extreme radiation levels. Or that’s what you told yourself.

As you got closer you could hear their conversation “John! John are you okay?” Emori was struggling to keep up with him, one hand gripping her side.

“Yeah I am, now I’m finally free from you” the look on her face he might as well have slapped her. He sounded bitter and tired. Emori took another step towards him and stumbled. You rushed over just as she fell, catching under her arms. Propped up against you, you walked her back to Abby, your eyes still on John. You didn’t realise Abby had said “thanks, I’ll take it from here” for bringing over Emori before you we’re half way back towards John. You ran up and caught his arm

“Hey-”

He wrenched his arm from your grip, turning with an irritable look. His expression turned back to blank once he saw that it was you and you wondered if it was Emori he was expecting.

“You can’t go off on your own” you rushed out.

“If you haven’t realised already I’m not a soldier, I don’t take orders.” He goes to move away from you

“Wait, I mean it’s not safe”

“What? I lived on the ground a long time before you did” He narrows his eyes at you and you feel a flash of apprehension. He’s angry, but not a threat so you draw yourself up and roll your shoulders back to look into his eyes.

“Yes but you haven’t been on the ground since praimfaya hit, it’s changed a lot” you tried to keep your tone patient and even. “Radiation levels are still spiking in some areas you don’t have a counter-” you point to the one on your belt “-to tell you which areas are safe or not.”

“So give me yours”

“No way there’s only so many I get in so much trouble if I lose it”

“Then I guess you’ll have to come with me” and with that he turns and walks straight into the woods. You make a noise that’s slightly exhasperated, slightly anxious and call over to Clarke “I’ll be back soon, radio if you need me.” She nods at you, clearly believing someone needs to go after John. Silently cursing yourself for being drawn to troublesome guys, you jog into the woods after (unbeknownst to you) possibly the most troublesome guy, John Murphy.

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Home

Prompt: I want to go home (@the100oneshots prompt 9 ) You left Arkadia when Monty and Harper left so took up the 8th seat on the rocket (Raven added a 9th one for you but without Clarke there were only 8 seats to fill) meaning you went to space with the group. There you became good friends with Bellamy and when after only 6th months he was ready to quit you were there for him.

A/N: I was aiming for short but sweet but instead it’s turned out sad, sorry kind of.

Warnings: none

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You sat with Bellamy at the window, looking down at what you recognize as Earth but there’s no yellow/green forests, no blue sea. It’s all just varying shades of orange, brown and red. The sea looked a foamy black, when it could be seen through giant dust clouds swirling in the atmosphere.

“They’re all down there.” Bellamy had spent a lot of time looking out of this window in the past 6 months.

“In a couple of years we’ll be back down there, back to the ground with everyone. They’ll be ok in the bunker and when they emerge we’ll be there to help them rebuild everything.”

“You really think we’ll make it back?” Bellamy turned to look into your eyes briefly before looking back down towards the ground. He had a look in his eyes that was exactly the same as Jasper and it terrified you. You placed a hand on his knee, trying to give comfort but not invade his space. You couldn’t stand to lose anyone else.

“We are grounders right? It’s where we belong”

A small, sad smile played at his lips. “I just want to go home, back to Octavia. Back to Clarke.” His voice faded to a whisper and was strained.

Your heart broke for him. “Home is where fighters belong. You have to keep fighting to make it home to Octavia. And Clarke, well she’ll always be with us, part of her here on this ark, part of her made her mark on the ground below and part of her will always be here with us.” You gently touched his chest and regretted it instantly, knowing how sensitive he was and how the gesture may remind him of her.

You quickly withdrew it but he stopped you as your hand hovered above his knee, and placed your hand there where it was previously. He then suprised you by reaching out and placing his hand on top of yours so your linked wrists both rested on his knee. It felt like forever since someone had just held him and Bellamy craved touch, to be embraced. He wanted to be wrapped in a hug and told he was done fighting, that everything that went wrong wasn’t actually his fault and that he’d be forgiven for everything but mostly for giving up. This wasn’t what Clarke had died for, someone who was weak, who didn’t deserve her love but needed it. But he didn’t move. Just held your hand like an anchor, that’s what you were. Keeping the boy born in space from losing himself, keeping him from drifting away to a world no one could reach him in. You kept him grounded in the most ironic sense and would see that he felt the earth under his feet again, smelt the rain, felt a breeze against his skin, tasted anything other than algae. You sent thoughts his way, thoughts of support and strength. Hang in there space boy, you’re going to go home one day.

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10 songs game

Rules: list ten songs that you are obsessed with at the moment and then tag ten other blogs! I got tagged by the awesome @skairipalexa (if you haven't already go check out their blog!)

1. Another love - Tom Odell (old, but good)

2. ‎Can't pretend - Tom Odell (it was in season one episode 2 or something like that)

3. ‎Love song - Sara Bareilles

4. ‎Mountains - Biffy Clyro

5. ‎Silence - Marshmello ft Khalid

6. ‎Hanging - Nothing but thieves

7. ‎First fire - Bonobo ft Grey reverand

8. ‎American boy - Estelle

9. ‎Let you down - NF

10. ‎Life in her yet - Rag'n'bone man (and like all his other songs)

These cover like all of my different moods and it was so difficult to decide because what I listen too changes like all the time. I tag, if you want to do it, @the100oneshots @brianne-nicole06 @may-we-fangirl-again @beautiful-chaos-blake @baelllamyblake @richard-harmon-gifs @a-timely-interruption @bloodmusthaveimagine @murphy-is-a-survivor @bellarkestories

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New beginnings

Summary: After 6 years in space, the group of 7 finally land. You were one of the 100 chosen to live out praimfaya in the bunker and were there to see the landing. Something went wrong between Emori and John while they were up there and when they landed you took a liking to John, determined to help him and break through his sarcastic, aggressive front.

A/N: I don’t like the Emori/Murphy ship so it seemed easy to break them up by making her the bad guy here sorry. This will be a reader x Murphy series and I’m currently writing more parts but I felt a bit of backstory was necessary. Also I suck at names sorry.

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Emori leaned towards Bellamy, her hands around his neck, their faces only inches apart. Bellamy firmly removed her hands from his shoulders only to have them snake back around his waste the moment he released them.

“Come on Bellamy” she whined, moving closer so their bodies were touching. She reached forward again to kiss him but Bellamy once again avoided her advances.

“No, we are not doing this” he takes a step back, shaking his head.

Murphy watches the whole thing in shock, his world crashing down around him. “Emori-”

Emori and Bellamy spun to see a pale faced Murphy, leaning against the door frame for support. His mouth repeatedly opened and closed, searching for words.

“This isn’t happening.” No sass, no attitude or anger like the will to fight had dissapeared and left Murphy so very tired.

“Come on John, 3 years in space just us with nothing to do but eat algae and drink our own recycled piss and you’re not a little bit bored?” Emori reasoned, leaning towards Murphy.

“3 years of safety, of spending time with the woman I love, living with people I know can stand me even if it’s just a little bit, waking up every morning knowing that I didn’t have to fight just as hard for every breath. To me that’s Heaven but I guess I was a fool to think it would last. That I would actually deserve to be happy.” Murphy was shouting at this point, tears running down his face. He turned and walked away, ignoring Emori shouting, trying to explain and shaking off Bellamy when he followed.

Murphy didn’t leave his room for the next 3 days but with only 6 other people there by the time he did emerge, everyone else knew. Knew that Emori was bored with him, knew that he’d fallen in love, given his heart away and been hurt again. He trudged into the main living area where they all sat, avoiding his glare. He was wearing baggy sweats and a t-shirt, the skin under his eyes purple and his eyes bloodshot. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving.” He stood waiting, for anyone at all to even look at him.

“What, nothing? Don’t tell me I turned invisible over the past few days. WELL?!” His voice eventually turned to a shout, spit flying from his mouth and his hands balled into fists.

Harper was the first to speak up “algae like we’ve had every day for the past 3 years Murphy.”

“Right, because that’s all we ever have. Boring old algae for boring old John” he wandered over the makeshift fridge where they stored the rations.

“Look Murphy you know we’re all sorry for what happened right but don’t you think it’s unfair to be blaming us?” Monty said, a hand resting on a worried looking Harper’s shoulder.

“Even him?” Murphy pointed a spoon towards Bellamy.

“You know this isn’t what I wanted Murphy, I’ve said I’m sorry.” Bellamy stood with his arms crossed, ready to grab Murphy at any moment should he try anything reckless.

Emori had sat silently on the couch until now, watching from the other side of the room. “Do you hate me now John?”

“No, you don’t get to speak to me.” Murphy turned and slammed his breakfast down on the counter.

“Come on John, what are you going to do? Ignore me for the next 2 years?”

“1 year and 326 days to be exact.”

“John.”

“Yes, Emori I can and will ignore you for the next 691 days. I’m just counting down until we’re back on the ground and I never have to see you again.”

With that Murphy turned and walked away with what was left of his food, leaving an awkward silence and a crying Emori far behind.

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I have till April 24th to read all 4 books and then re-watch all 4 seasons

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Frostbite (Pt 3)

A/N: Cheka is trigedasleng for sentry, if you were wondering. I apologise in advance for my over use of commas, I just love commas. Also I’ve proof read and changed this like 5 times so it better be worth it.

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The sun was rising when Roan was ready to leave, you waited while he loaded up the horse and mounted before turning to offer you his hand. You figured you could run but he’d likely just cut you down so you accepted his hand and he swung you up, on to the horse in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you to hold the reins and stop you from falling since this was your first time on a horse. You were uneasy at first, nervous but Roan whispered words of comfort to the horse in a language you didn’t know and the words seemed to soothe you to. You could feel his back and arms around you were covered in strong muscles and he radiated warmth. You allowed yourself to relax but you still didn’t trust him, there was a reason he was keeping you alive and your we’re going to find out what it was.

Next time you stopped was by a stream, he dismounted but left you on the horse. You looked at him, waiting to be helped down.

“We’re not stopping for long, we’ve only been traveling for half a day” he said gruffly.

“Where are we going?” You asked what you thought was best but at this point you had no choice but to agree and travel with him wherever he went.

“Somewhere very dangerous unless you know the right people, then it’s completely safe. Lucky for you I know people there.” He flashed a quick wicked smile and rose from the stream he’d been crouched next to.

“You should drink” he held out a canteen to you and you took it, figuring you’d need to build your strength. The water was a numbing cold that soothed your raw throat, the gusts of wind had made every breath hurt. You’d soon drained the canteen and passed it back down to Roan who bent down by the stream to refill it. He drank straight from the stream and stored the canteen before remounting behind you, his warmth once again enveloping you.

You noticed as you travelled that it was getting dark quickly and not just because of the sun setting but because of the snow that had started to fall. It stuck to your face and eyelashes to obscure your vision slightly. It was more terrifying than beautiful. Roan had pulled a short scarf out from his bag and proceeded to wrap it around your face. You didn’t bother resisting, you needed protection from the weather. Your skin and body in general was only used to extremely well controlled conditions on the ark and this new climate was likely to make you sick. You looked back to see that Roan had added an extra fur onto his back as well, spreading what didn’t cover him over the horse.

“Is something wrong? You’re staring at me.”

His words drew you out of your thoughts and you realised you’d been staring straight at him.

“How can you even tell where you’re going in the snow?” Being lost didn’t really appeal to you on top of everything else right now. He didn’t directly answer your question but didn’t ignore you either.

“There’s a mountain not far ahead with caves to shelter in.”

So you sat tight until you saw it, a great peak that rose into the sky to obscure the sun. Roan maneuvered the horse carefully through the rocks till you saw a cave opening, large enough for you to ride into but from the back of the horse you’d be able to touch the ceiling. Roan dismounted and grabbed the horses reins, leaving you to hold onto whatever part of the saddle you could grip. He drew his sword and held that in one hand, leading the horse with you on forward with the other. You eventually reached the back of the cave without encountering anyone else. Roan sheathed his sword and came to help you dismount.

“Lean forward and swing your right leg back, you’re going to fall off towards me and I’ll grab you.” He instructed. You did as he said as best you could, your limbs frozen and sore. You swung off and felt his hands grab your waist to set you down however the moment your feet touched the floor your legs gave out. Roan held you up till your legs stopped shaking.

“First time ridings always the most difficult.” He said with a small smile. You realised how close you we’re to him and stepped back, glad to feel your legs respond. He watched you move away to explore the cave but there wasn’t much to see other than rock so you waited while he tied up the horse before making a fire. You sat on the floor, as close as you could to the fire without getting burned. Roan spent a few minutes tending to the horse and removing the bags on it’s back.

“How long are we going to stay here?” You ask.

“Until the storm passes” he gestures outside. “Now are you going to stay or are you going to try and run” he holds the same rope he tied the horse up with.

“There’s no where to run to” you answer truthfully.

He puts the rope away and comes to sit by the fire. You shuffle so you’re as far away from him as possible while still being able to feel the heat of the fire.

“Why are you taking me with you?” You ask, desperate to know.

“What do you know of the sky people fighting with Trikru?”

“Tri what?”

He sighs, coming to the realization that you know nothing of what he wants to know.

“If you know nothing of other sky people then where did you come from?”

“Farm station. We landed in the snow.”

“There are more of you?”

“I don’t know anymore” you felt tears come to your eyes at the thought of having to leave your friends.

“What happened?” He leans forward, clearly interested in what you have to say.

“We opened the doors and the snow looked so beautiful. They waited until we stepped out into the snow before attacking, for all I know everyone else back at farm station is dead now.” You get the words out in a rush, not wanting to have to relive it all over again.

“Who’s they?”

“Attackers, they had on the same clothes as you but wore grusome masks.”

“Azgeda villagers.”

“Your people did this?” You remember him saying something about being part of Azgeda, what if it was all one big plot and he only kept you around for information? He could kill you the moment you stop being useful.

“They’re not my people anymore, I was banished.”

“Oh” that stopped your escalating thoughts but he’s still dangerous, you’d seen the sword he was carrying.

“What did you do to get banished?” He looked at you and narrowed his eyes but saw that you hadn’t meant offence and were just curious. He stood up and turned his back on you, heading towards the entrance to the cave. You weren’t going to go after him and apologize, his feelings weren’t your problem but you were intrigued that he did seems to feel upset like any normal person would. You were coming to the realization that these ground people are more and more like your own people and it unnerved you.

After a while Roan came back to sit by the fire. “How did you end up in the forest if your…vessel was attacked?” He asked.

“Do I have to answer that or can I go stand over there looking moody?” You shot back.

“By all means go ahead but if any of your friends managed to escape the same way you did wouldn’t you want to know so you could search for them?” He looks at you.

“Not possible” you shake your head, “I was at the front when the door opened, I fell out into the snow and ran once they’d gotten inside. Everyone else that went outside to help those first cut down was also killed.” You look down at your boots, refusing to raise your eyes to meet Roan’s stare.

His voice was soft, so as not to upset you anymore when he said “do you want to know about the clans Azgeda, Trikru and the other 10? There’s more to our ways than killing.” You nodded, finally looking up at him, determined not to cry. So he told you, the basics of every grounder clan, about the land they lived in, about a leader called the commander and how a fragile peace has been reached. You told him the basic history of the ark, not wanting to reveal too much.

Soon the fire was beginning to dwindle so Roan rose, causing you to scramble to your feet too. “Relax, I’m going for firewood” he pulled on a fur and the scarf you’d been wearing earlier “if you get into trouble stay with Cheka.” He nodded behind you at the white horse, “she’s a warriors horse so won’t let anyone she doesn’t know near you.” You stood and walked over, stroking the face of the pale white horse. She looked back at you and seemed content to have you by her side. “I won’t be long” and with that he left out into the storm, you and Cheka watching him go.

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He returned to see (Y/N) asleep on the floor not far from Cheka, the two of them seeming to like the others company. He greeted the horse and added what he had scavenged to the fire. He bent down to check on (Y/N) and felt her hands were cold so he threw his fur over her. Once the two of them were comfortable he sat down by the fire to take first watch, and every watch after that.

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Big bad wolf

Prompt: Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy (@the100oneshots )

A/N: It’s predictable to combine Murphy with this imagine but I had to. If you see this please like or reblog it would mean a lot.

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“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy but you don’t look like a monster.” You slurred. You were ill from the biological weapon attack from the grounders so had been confined to the drop ship. Just your luck you we’re sat with Murphy. The only thing getting you through the pain and fear of dying was a small (stolen) bottle of Jasper’s moonshine hidden away in your jacket.

“What were you expecting the big bad wolf?” he looked at you with disgust.

“No, the big bad wolf isn’t as attractive as you.” Why did you say that? You couldn’t even tell right now because he was covered in blood and dirt. You hiccup and then proceed to throw up, mostly blood.

“I’d say the same for yourself princess but I’m not into that deathly ill look. Now are you gonna share that bottle or not?” He looks at you questioningly, seeing right through you as you lie

“what bottle?” His insult was meant to be brushed off but it had made you even more afraid, you worried what was left in the bottle might not be enough to get you through the night without freaking out so you certainly weren’t going to share.

“Ok if you’re gonna be like that princess, don’t expect me to save you in the middle of the night when you’re choking on your own blood.”

You turned your back on him, ready to take that risk now the moonshine had finally started to disconnect you from your fear. You closed your eyes and pretended you we’re back on the Ark, floating and safe. You could still feel Murphy’s presence next to you no matter how hard to tried to ignore him. You didn’t need help from someone responsible for the death of a child and the guy that happened to bring the plague here. It wasn’t long before you’d passed out, a combination of the illness and drinking a little too much.

You awoke to hands on your back, hitting sharply between your shoulder blades. You tried to inhale but your airway was blocked by thick, dark read fluid. You spluttered, desperate to clear your airway as your vision started to turn black. You saw spots dance in front of your eyes before with one last heave the last of the fluid poured out of your mouth, pooling around your face. You laid there gasping for breath as you felt hands on your shoulder, pushing you onto your side so you could breathe easier. You realised someone was talking to you.

“It’s ok, you’re ok now just keep breathing.” Murphy murmured quietly to you. His voice was soothing and you found the vice of fear around your heart had let off a bit and there was no longer a crushing weight on your chest. He had saved you and sat talking to you the entire time. You turned, trying to sit up.

“Steady there” Murphy’s hand rested on the front of your shoulder and the other stroked your back.

“You helped me” you looked into his eyes.

“Well yeah I couldn’t just let you die” he breathed it shakily.

“Thanks” you smiled slightly and held onto his arm, his other still rubbing your back.

“No problem princess” he smirked but still looked slightly pale. You reached inside your jacket to pull out the bottle, still with a 1/3rd of moonshine left in it. You held it out and he took it gratefully, taking his hand off your back to open it. You missed the contact and reached out to grab his left hand, his right bringing the bottle to his lips. He downed what was left of the liquid and watched you as you sat, purposely avoiding his eyes. You noticed how bloody his hands were and it wasn’t just your blood, his fingernails we’re gone. You let out a small gasp and he tried to pull his hand away, uncomfortable under your scrutiny. Instead you held his wrist more firmly and reached for a cloth and bowl of water. Carefully you cleaned around his nail beds feeling pricks of guilt whenever he flinched. “The grounders did this?” You asked, referring to his hands.

“Yeah their torture techniques are of the classic savages type.”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t help but feel bad for all the pain he’d been through.

“It’s not your fault, a lot of people here would argue I deserved it.”

“Because of Charlotte?” He stiffens at your words.

“I didn’t mean to.” He looks down at the floor, his voice just a whisper.

“Tell me what happened.” Sure he had an attitude but how could he have been evil enough to push a kid off of a cliff just like that?

“She was the one who killed Wells, she said so after I was strung up to hang. I chased her through the woods and we reached a cliff. I was shouting at her and she said she was sorry, she said she didn’t want anyone else to die. She’d jumped before I realised what she was going to do.” He looked up into your eyes and his hands held your wrists tightly. “I didn’t mean for her to die, I shouted about hurting her because I was angry but I swear I never would have actually harmed her.”

You don’t know what it was but looking into his eyes you believed him. You took his hands and spoke quietly “you have to carry what happened to her because you were there and you had a say in her fate and although you have to remember, you also have to forgive yourself or you’ll spend the rest of your life acting and treating yourself like the bad guy everyone believes you are.”

“Everyone?” He looked at you, seeming desperate for you to tell him he could redeem himself, that he could be forgiven.

“I think that what you do from today will decide who you’re going to be but I don’t think it’s the bad guy, you’re too compassionate for that even if you don’t always show it. I came in here drunk and called you names and still you saved me when I was dying, you had nothing to gain other than that you just didn’t want to see anyone else die.”

“Do you… Do you think I could ever be the good guy?” You barely caught his words.

“Well that’s completely down to you but I think there’s still hope in the world for you” you murmur to him, trying to hold together what’s left of his fragile self.

You spent the rest of the night in a half embrace, both tending to whoever needed it and making everyone as comfortable as you could. You watched John as he worked and you hoped for his sake that people would give him another chance. You had to believe because he had worked his way into your heart and you were determined to protect him from his own self loathing and from everyone else’s hatred. You know that no matter what else happens John Murphy is not the bad guy.

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Frostbite (Pt 2)

A/N: this is a bit repetitive of the first part but I thought it would be interesting to get more of an insight into how Roan’s relationship with the reader starts. If you see this please like or reblog, every little helps me to get noticed.

Warnings: None

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•Roans POV•

He rode forwards slowly, aware that these woods we’re often inhabited. Finding a clearing he stopped for a moment, the white fog of his breath the only thing moving nearby. He jumped down and grabbed kindling and flint. He struck up a fire and turned to survey the woods once more. Everything was clear until he turned and met a pair of eyes, shining not far away. With his hand resting on the hilt of his sword he approached the creature to see it was a young woman lying in the snow. She wasn’t like any other woman he’d seen, she wore strange, thin clothing and bore no kru marks. Her lips were blue and there were tears streaming down her face, her hand outstretched towards him or rather the fire not far behind him. He bent down beside her

“Who are you and what clan are you from?”

“(Y/N)” was all she said.

“Where do you come from (Y/N)?”

She pointed up towards the stars and gasped. He looked down but couldn’t see any obvious wounds and she was still breathing. He looked at her face in confusion only to see her look completely entranced by the stars, where could she have been where she wouldn’t be able to see the stars set into the deep navy sky. It slowly dawned on him.

“You’re from the sky.”

She nodded before her head fell on to her chest, too weak to look back up at him. He felt compelled towards her defenceless form and being from the sky she may know more about the sky people problem faced by his enemy clan, Trikru. Anyone who caused problems with Trikru only aided in helping Azgeda. He slipped his arms underneath her and lifted her up, her limp form not resisting in any way. He set her down next to the fire and placed a fur coat around her. She hadn’t said anything else but for every minute more she sat by the fire she seemed to come back to life, appearing increasingly unnerved of his presence. He watched her the entire time, fascinated by her stubbornness to appear unafraid of him. If he didn’t know better he’d say he almost saw hatred in her eyes. He could still take her along with him. He cleared his throat and spoke up

“I am Roan of Azgeda and now you have seen me you will come with me or I will leave you to die in the snow where your body will slowly freeze until your heart finally stops.”

Damn, why had he revealed so much? If she wasn’t scared already he saw fear flash in her eyes now, as well as confusion and anger. None of that mattered anyway, he’d been foolish enough to give her his name. He couldn’t risk anyone finding her and realising he’d passed through. He was still banished from his homeland but there was enough uninhabited land to live on for now, until he found a way back. He glanced back at her to see her stood looking at him.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” She asked looking at him with a mixture of loathing and acceptance of her fate.

He shook his head, moving round to ready the horse. He found himself unwilling to let her leave, completely drawn to her presence.