#amongthcwreck

[headstrongblake]

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   “i need your keys.” she practically demands, as she walked into the living room with a very unhappy isabella clutched in her arms. octavia couldn’t remember the last time isabella stopped crying for more than a few moments. she’s not sleeping. none of them are and octavia’s running out of things to do. running out of ways to help her daughter---yeah, a great job she’d been doing lately. all day isabella screamed until now, when the sun had already set and octavia had taken the baby with her to try and get some sleep. it’s the most basic thing--- something a mother should be able to do and yet, she’s failing that. so exhausted or not, she needs bellamy’s keys because at the very least she knew isabella would be soothe if she was tucked nicely in her car seat and was lulled to sleep by a moving vehicle. at this point it’s all octavia’s got.

[anditsxsorrows-archive]

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“ well, here’s to you, mate. “ he offers with a smile in spite of the ragged appearance that writes across Bellamy’s face. he looks tired but right now a drink between them is something that he hopes will lift his spirits. was Bellamy angry with him? he hopes so, that always does put him in the best of moods. drinking, fighting, maddening anger. “ you managed to put down three attacks in one night. I would ask you to tell me the gritty details but from the looks of you it seems as though you bit through it all. plans and all. “ he smiles, grabbing the bottle and handing it over to Bellamy instead of a mere glass.

[ofimaginarybeings-archive]

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“ I should assume that you’re here for my brother. he isn’t in but I’m not his secretary so I can’t exactly jot down this meeting for him. “ she says it so dismissively without even looking at him. does it matter that she wants to? does it matter that she feels somewhat knotted up inside just looking into his dark eyes? bloody hell, he fascinates her but she would much rather steer clear of her brother’s Machiavellian plans - at which Bellamy is the heart i seems like. “ unless you’re here for me which, in that case, color me surprised. after the last time you were here and the manner that you left I would have thought you were scared away. “ after all, unloading on a man and having him comfort her and then waking up to finding him gone is something that she isn’t entirely keen on allowing.

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Okay so it’s been a while since I interacted with Bellamy but? honestly, I remember the times we did and??? you put up with all the shit Hope threw at Bellamy lmao. Like, that says enough right. No but really, it’s a great Bellamy!! I especially love reading the Klaus and Bell threads bc they’re so married even if they say they aren’t. Hope agrees with me. your multi is also amazing and i think we still have some threads going there? with francis and aramis but, either way you portray all the muses really well and it’s always fun to interact with you! 

[raveniisms]

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    “I’m a big girl, I know what I am doing and I can make my own decisions, Bellamy.” She didn’t want to sound as annoyed as she did, yet that didn’t change that it was how she felt. With a sigh she rubbed her temple and turned to look at him. “Sorry, I know you just want to help, but can you trust me? It’s not like I didn’t save all your asses several times.” While things might have been currently rather tense, he was still family and so it wasn’t difficult to admit that she was sorry about sounding harsh. “Please?”

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honestly she hadn’t expected him. what she had expected was something frivolous and easy before being handed a good tip and being well on her way home. how was she to know that her ex was going to be here of all places? getting a dance from a girl the night before his wedding. she had heard he was getting married but she was hoping that she wouldn’t have to hear about it again until maybe they were in the stage after the honeymoon phase and his wife was fat with another kid and he was verging on some kind of mid life crisis. perhaps it was a cruel thought but , honestly, Rebekah didn’t much care for any of that.

what she did care about was the way that he was looking at her now like he couldn’t believe she was doing this. but she was doing it and Rebekah felt really judged by him in the moment. bloody hell he truly was a selfish prat wasn’t he? ignoring that look across his face Rebekah moves away from she’d stood when he’d ushered her into this back room. she started pulling on her clothes with her back to him before eventually turning around just as she tugged her hair free from the back of the jacket.

“ don’t look at me. I”m not the one practically cheating on my wife before we’re even married. honestly at least I’m not the one getting married. “ she huffs and shakes her head at the ridiculous display written there across Bellamy’s face. of course she doesn’t let it have anything at all to do with the fact that they haven’t seen one another in a few years. not since after high school when Rebekah had felt her whole world fall apart.

her hand comes up to stop whatever it is that’s about to come from his lips and her eyes grow heavy with stern admonishing. “ and before you say anything this isn’t even how I make money. “ in fact she is a rather large partner in a designer label here in New York and based in Paris but does that matter? this was fun, hilarious when you think how easy men were even when they have gorgeous brides waiting for them. besides what other job would give her a reason to be close to Bellamy again? not that she cared. she hated him. has hated him for years if she’s going to be honest. “ it’s just a...hobby. “ but she trails off because honestly that makes it sound so much worse.

[astormofagirl]

When the dust settles and she sees the damage, the dead bodies, the blood and broken limbs - the first thing she does is spill the contents of her stomach in the bushes behind the drop ship - not that there’s much in it to begin with. Everyone’s quiet, they follow instructions without complaint. Half of them working on collecting the dead so they can be returned to the grounders and the other half working on rebuilding their defenses. 

It’s difficult and it takes weeks for her and Bellamy to come to some kind of fragile peace with the grounders. There’s conditions of course - land divided up, the dead returned - a bartering system put in place as well as a meeting of the healers twice a month to share medicinal practices.

There are some grounders more willing to help than others. Lincoln for example - he shows them how to read the trees, what’s poisonous and not, where antidotes can be found. He teaches them his ways and they team him theirs. They’ve been rebuilding for months and they’re still not quite ready for the winter to come.

Clarke’s inside the drop ship up top which has become something of a makeshift office rather than a large torture chamber. She can hear the sound of someone making their way up the ladder and she doesn’t bother to turn her head away from the scrap of paper in front of her. She knows who it is. “I should only be gone two days.” She states quietly. It’s the first meeting of the healers to trade secrets and such and Clarke being the only almost doctor on the ground needs to go. “I’ll probably take a days worth of rations I’m sure they’ll have food there.” She offers, nerves settling in her stomach. 

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