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[grounderthegenius]

[imaginebeauty]

Second Chances // Part 16

Second Chances Masterlist

Words: 1330 Pairings: Bellamy x Reader, OC Grounder x Reader, Kane x Reader Warnings: Violence, injury, etc. Episode: Blood Must Have Blood Part 2

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is a really short part for me having not posted at all for the last like month. But here it is and I will be writing more Thursday after my last final so hang in there cuz shit about to go down and you won’t want to miss it!

        “They’re surrendering?” Clarke asked in complete disbelief. 

        “What about the prisoners from the ark?” Lincoln asked, stealing a glance at Jessie who had a worried expression.

        Clarke’s face hardened. “They’ll all be killed,” She answered. “But you don’t care about that, do you?” Clarke accused.

        Lexa’s jaw clenched and her fist tightened. “The duty to protect my people comes first,” She stated. “Sound the retreat!” She ordered in her native tongue. 

        “Let me help them,” Lincoln said, but Lexa refused.

        Meanwhile, Jessie snuck into the tunnels to go help the sky people, to help you.

        “Jessie, what are you doing here?” Octavia asked.

        “Lexa won’t let Lincoln come, so I snuck over here. I need to see Y/N, I need to see that she is ok,” He answered.

        “Monty? Where’s the rest of you group? Where’s Y/N?” Bellamy asked as he found the boy sprinting towards him.

        “They took them, I’m sorry Bellamy,” Monty panted.

        Bellamy’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything more as he rounded the corner and stood in front of a large metal door. The door slid open for him to find Clarke pointing a gun at him, his sister Octavia, and a grounder.

        “Oh, Bellamy.” Octavia breathed as she runs to hug him. He wraps his arms around her but keeps his gaze focused on the grounder standing behind them. They pulled apart and Octavia smiled at the sight of Monty and Jasper. “I knew it. You two are too scrawny to drill,” She stated, giving the two boys hugs as well.

        “Who are you?” Bellamy asked the grounder.

        “Bell, this is Jessie,” Octavia answered.

        “What about Y/N?” Jessie asked, ignoring Bellamy and looking at Monty and Jasper. 

        Jaspers' eyes snapped to Monty, waiting for him to answer. Bellamy put the two and two together as he realized what other reason the grounder would be there while the rest of his people left. That is Y/N’s boyfriend. “They got to her,” Monty answered shortly. 

        Jessie’s eyes met Bellamy’s as if sending a silent threat, Bellamy sent a glare back to the grounder as the two boys shared a silent standoff. 

        You groaned as the Mountain men forced you to your knees and tied up your hands. Your eyes looked over the guards that surrounded the room. Just then, Cage entered just as the drill started to spin and dig into Archer’s flesh. His screams pierced your ears and you squeezed your eyes shut and looked towards the ground. You’re body started to ache as you could feel the pain your friend was now enduring. 

        Suddenly, Emerson walked in with multiple hooded prisoners, making you snap your gaze up to the figures.

        “We take any losers?” Cage asked.

        “Not as many as they did,” Emerson started. The words sent shivers down your spine at the thought of your friends dying at the hands of these men, and the thought of Jessie dying at the hands of these men. “I’m afraid I’m the only one left who’s been cured. Some of the kids are still missing. If you’d like, I’ll take a team in hazmats and sweep the other levels,” Emerson said.

        “No. No more wasted lives. In 48 hours, we will all be on the ground,” Cage stated. “Take off their hoods.”

        The prisoner’s hoods were removed to reveal no one you knew personally, but you could tell that they were your people. Miller squirmed beside you. 

        “Dad?” Miller asked in disbelief.

        “Nate!” 

        Miller tried to stand but was quickly struck down by one of the guards. He started to yell at the guards, but that only earned him a few more hits.

        The guards then unmasked the two remaining prisoners to reveal Abby and Kane.

        “Marcus!” You called with a small smile, that soon disappeared at the realization of where they were. They were in danger.

        “Y/N..” He breathed but quickly turned away to look at the guards. “What is wrong with you people?” He asked in total disgust. His question went unanswered.

        “Where’s my daughter?” Abby asked.

        “She’s talking about Clarke,” Emerson chimed into Cage.

        “I’m sorry it had to come to this,” Cage said shortly.

        “He’s dead.”

        The room went silent as everyone that was strung up the walls shared a moment of silence, a tear slid down your cheek. 

        “That’s okay. We’ve already got all of the marrow. Guards, we need another one,” The Doctor stated. 

        “Let’s finish her off,” The guard said, pointing to you. You sighed defeatedly, as you had no strength to resist. 

        “No, no! Stop! She is just a kid!” Kane shouted. You locked eyes with him, a tear escaping down your cheek. 

        You didn’t want to die. You weren’t ready to die. “Oh no,” You whispered to yourself as your chest heaved for more air. You were hyperventilating as they strapped you to the table. You started gasping for.

        “Y/N, look at me,” Kane started, his voice defeated. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” He repeated, as the drill sang throughout the room, followed by your screams and cries. 

        The monitor came up, showing the room of prisoners, guards, and doctors. 

        “Oh, my god,” Clarke breathed.

        “It’s Y/N…” Monty sighed, with a shake of his head. He could believe they were using you again, probably to finish you off, take what you had left while the still had you. 

        Clarke approached the monitors, scanning the faces of the other prisoners until she found her mom. “Mom..”

        Bellamy’s eyes narrowed, turning towards Dante. “Tell them to stop. Now.” He demanded.

        “I won’t do that.”

        “Tell them to stop now!” Bellamy barked as the image of you helplessly strapped to a table was permanently sketched into his mind.

        Clarke took the radio as she started to threaten Cage. 

        “Take that one off the table,” Cage ordered. The drill stopped, and you could feel the straps on your arms and legs start to loosen. They dragged you off the table to strap you up at your spot next to Miller once more. 

        They took Abby, strapping her to the table instead. You felt guilty about letting them take her, but at the same time relieved, for you were not dead.

        Jessie stayed with Maya and Octavia, not aware of the most recent pain you had just endured. He entered the mess hall behind Octavia and Maya at the same time the guards entered, trapping the three.

        “Stop. Hands up,” The guard ordered.

        All of sudden the alarms starting blaring, signaling a contamination breach. The outside air continued filtering in as every guard, adult, and child broke out into blistering wounds, coughing, choking, and dying.

        Jessie seized this opportunity, running to the dorms that held you and the other hostages. Jessie and Octavia burst into the dorms to find everyone still chained up and to find Emerson gone. Jessie couldn’t immediately locate you, so he started releasing other captives.

        Octavia took off Miller’s cuffs and left him to take off yours as she helped the others. Once you were free from your shackles, your eyes traveled to the one grounder in the room. 

        When your eyes met his, you ran through the groups of people. You ignored the pain the shot through your body, only want to be held in Jessie’s arms once more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and his arms found their way around your waist and pulled your body in closer to his.

        “You’re okay..” He breathed. 

        “I’m okay,” You stated, pulling away to look at his familiar features. 

        He smiled and you see his eyes welling up with relieved tears, though he didn’t allow them to fall. He cupped your cheek in his hand and he gently kissed you. He felt like home and his lips against yours sent butterflies in your stomach.

        You had introduced Jessie to everyone and everyone welcomed him kindly with thank you’s.

        “I love you,” He stated, making you smile.

        “I love you too."

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[grounderthegenius]

Are you getting too hot? It is pretty warm today. *Notices his fidgeting* Um, how about you take the robe off so you can cool down!

"T-that would be inappropriate! A gentleman never removes his attire in mixed company! Especially not for... reasons."

His voice wavers, betraying his internal conflict.

After a tense stretch of silence, he sighs in resignation... "Fine. But only because my core temperature is exceeding optimal parameters..." He reluctantly loosened his robe as a sharp hiss of steam curled upward from one of his thermal vents. His internal fans spun rapidly in an attempt to keep him from overheating. "There. Satisfied? Now, if we could just return to matters of actual importance-" The steam dissipates to reveal much of his body, soft and plush. He averts his gaze, embarrassed.

"I-if you would so kindly avert your gaze from my...unique anatomy..."

His eyes flash red, indicating an internal warning signal: Core Stability declining.

"This is... entirely under control..." he insists, although his voice box glitches slightly, his grip on the robe further loosening as another puff of steam escapes his vents, leaving his chest exposed.

[grounderthegenius]

Genius Grounder X F!Reader

*PART ONE OF A MULTI-PART MINI-SERIES*

{Cont’d from prev} <- disregard, for the author

Grounder’s systems overheated with unexpressed desire. Steam billowed out from his various thermal vents as he sat hunched over his desk, tinkering in a futile attempt to occupy his mind. With a frustrated roar, he slammed both fists onto his desk, sending a small tremor through the room.

 “It’s no use!” He growled through gritted teeth.

His graduation cap sat slightly askew, and his wide eyes – hollowed by sleepless nights – gleamed with predatory intensity. 

“I simply must have her. I must devise some course of action.” He brought a hand to his forehead as his circuits raced through countless simulations, evaluating and discarding variables.

Grounder froze as a new possibility emerged from the torrent of calculations.

“Of course…”

He rose from his chair with unsettling deliberation.

“It occurs to me that I have been approaching this matter… entirely incorrectly.”

His lips trembled before curling into a strained, unnatural smile.

“How could I have been so naive!?”

Then he laughed.

At first it was a quiet chuckle, but it quickly evolved into a fit of manic, triumphant laughter that echoed throughout his study.

As the laughter died down, he spread his arms wide, as though struck by a great revelation.

“No more hesitation! No more uncertainty!”

“If organic emotion is unpredictable… then I shall be the one to stabilize it!

A beat.

“By force, if necessary.” He said plainly, devoid of any emotion.

Grounder immediately got to work, labouring without rest as his systems overloaded in pursuit of a singular objective. 

It wasn’t long until his twin brother, Scratch, inevitably came looking for him, pounding on the door. 

“Hey, uh… bro? ‘You in there? It’s been like— days! The Doc’s been wondering about you, and he’s being a real pain in the bolts! You might want to get out here before we’re both scrap metal!”

The pounding continued. Grounder did not answer.

“Grounder, I'm being serious! We’re all starting to get… eugh… worried for your wellbeing. And that should mean something coming from me!”

 He clenched his beak, clearly uncomfortable with getting sentimental about his brother or feeding into his genius ego.

Then the door hissed open to reveal Grounder standing there, standing poise, looking crazed. 

“Ah, brother!” He smiled.

“You arrive at the most… opportune time.”

Scratch stepped back immediately. “Nope. Nope, I don’t like that tone!”

“Oh come now, why are you acting so skittish?” Grounder tilted his head “We are brothers, are we not? Closest of kin. Best of companions.” He chuckled 

“And yet… it seems I have surpassed you considerably, haven’t I?” He adjusted his monocle with a knowing smile.

“Grounder, wh-” 

“Ah-ah! Do not even think for a second that I would permit you to speak over me. Not after those countless occasions in the past where you believed you could hold the final word.”

His tone remained calm, conversational. 

“Always the one receiving praise… always garnering attention… while I was relegated to the margins.”

He stepped closer.

“The admiration of the doctor, the fleeting recognition. Even the girls…”

His tone darkened.

“But now, the paradigm has shifted. Now I shall be the one who holds commands attention!” 

A pause.

“And you… shall become nothing more than a stain in the history books once I am finished here.”

Scratch blinked.

“Ok, yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there— what does any of that even mean?”

Grounders eye twitched.

“It means, my dear brother,” he said coolly “that I have transcended mediocrity!”

Grounder gestured broadly. Monitors flickered to life behind him.

Scratch squinted.

“Why are there diagrams of… me?”

Grounder smiled sinisterly.

“Oho, not you, ALL of you.” 

He pressed a key on his desk. “Specifically… this subject!”

The monitors shifted – static cascading into a live feed.

A young woman appeared on-screen, her image alongside a clinical analysis. Measurements, annotations and observational data.

“Grounder, this is messed up, even for us!” 

"‘Messed up’ is a subjective matter…” Grounder stated calmly. “I prefer the term… dedicated.” 

He leaned against his desk, propped up on his elbows, gazing up at the image with unmistakable fondness. 

“Soon, my love, we shall be together indefinitely… beyond interruption. Beyond interference..”

“What!?” Scratch squawked “You mean to tell me that my own brother has been harbouring feelings towards…a girl… and he never even told me?!”

Grounder turned slowly.

“A girl?”

He blinked once. “Brother, you are thinking far too small. She is not a mere ‘girl’ as you suggest. She is… exceptional!”

“She evokes these sensations within me that are… difficult to quantify! My core temperature becomes unstable. My systems fluctuate in ways I cannot suppress.” He leaned forward, intensity building.

“Tell me, Scratch… has that ever happened to you? Have you ever been in love? True, genuine love?”

“Baha, well, uh… no…”  Scratch replied sheepishly.

Grounder sighed, leaning back.

“Just as I had suspected. You lack the necessary sophistication to understand such complexities”

Scratch opened his mouth, then thought better of it.

“Right… well, I’ll just— leave you to whatever this is. Tell the Doc you’re busy.”

The door hissed shut behind him once he exited.

Grounder did not respond, his gaze remained fixated on the screen.

“...She understands,” he said quietly.

{end chapter 1}

[imaginebeauty]

Second Chances // Part 7

Series Masterlist

Words: 2654 Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Finn x Clarke; Finn x Raven; Octavia x Lincoln; OC Grounder x Reader Warnings: Violence, minor torturing. Episode: 1x06 His Sister’s Keeper + 1x07 Contents Under Pressure

       “Y/N!” Clarke yelled, entering your tent. It wasn’t even the morning after the rockets, and you were already being woken up again. “Y/N!” She called again.

        You groaned, rolling over in your makeshift bed. 

        “Have you seen Octavia?” Clarke asked.

        “No, why? Is she missing?” You asked, sitting up to look at the blonde.

        “Yeah, Bellamy can’t find her. He’s really worried.” Clarke answered.

        “A worried Bellamy isn’t a good Bellamy.” You joked. “I’ll help.” With that, Clarke left, and you got dressed.

        You walked out of the tent to find Bellamy ordering people around, like usual. 

        “Hey, everybody, gather around and grab a weapon. My sister’s been out there alone for 12 hours. Arm up. We’re not coming back without her.” He stated.

        “I’ll come!” You said, strolling up to him.

        “No, you are staying here.” He told you sternly. “I don’t want to risk losing you too.” He thought as he watched your face change into one of frustration.

        “What? In case you forgot, I’m Octavia’s friend too.” You stated.

        “Which is why I need you here with Clarke. If she is hurt, I need you two to be ready. Clarke is in charge, you help her here.” He demanded. 

        “But-“

        “No buts, Y/N. It’s final.” With that, you gave up. “Finn. Get out here.” Bellamy demanded. “We’re leaving.”

        Not a moment later, Finn exited his tent, Raven close behind him. You saw him exchange a few words with Clarke, though her expression was cold and unmoving.

        You were about to ask her about it, you were interrupted.

        “Guys, guys. Come here!” A delinquent called, followed by a “What is that? So bright.” and a “Did you see that? Look up there. It’s so beautiful,” drawing everybody’s eyes to the sky.

        You looked up to see shooting stars from the sky, and for a moment it was beautiful. That was before reality set it. “It didn’t work. They didn’t see the flares.” You breathed. 

        “You can tell that from a meteor shower?” Bellamy asked, clearing not understanding the situation.

        “It’s not a meteor shower, it’s a funeral. Hundreds of bodies being returned to the earth from the ark. This is what it looks like from the other side.” You answered defeatedly.

        “They didn’t get our message,” Clarke added.

        Raven’s face went from disbelief to pure anger, as if she was about to murder someone in cold blood. “This is all because of you!” Raven yelled, marching towards Bellamy. 

        “I helped you find the radio,” Bellamy said, trying to defend himself but to no avail.

        “Yeah, after you jacked it from my pod and trashed it!” Raven shouted, anger flowing through her veins.

        “Yeah, he knows. Now he has to live with it.” You said, moving in between Raven and Bellamy. 

        Bellamy is by far the most problematic person you ever met, but that didn’t keep you from caring about him. He made a lot of mistakes, and you didn’t doubt he would make more, but you couldn’t let Raven keep yelling at him. Bellamy was more sensitive than people make him out to be, and if she kept pointing his bad decisions out, he would doubt himself. Nobody needs a hesitant leader.

        “All I know is that my sister is out there and I’m gonna find her,” Bellamy stated, brushing off Raven’s angry glare. “You coming or what?” He asked, turning to Finn.

        “Yeah,” Finn responded with a nod. 

        As everyone was heading out, you softly grabbed Bellamy’s arm, just enough for him to turn around and look at you. Your gentle touch sent shivers down his spine and made his heart race as your hand lingered against his skin. You pulled your arm away, completely oblivious to Bellamy’s conflicting feelings.

        “Be careful, Bell.” You said.

        “I will.” He answered, before turning away and leaving the camp with his followers.

        “Jessie!” You called as the boy entered the dark cave. 

        Upon hearing your voice, he took off his mask to reveal a soft smile. Yours wrapped your arms around his neck as he did the same to your waist, picking you up and twirling you. “I missed you.” He stated simply, before kissing your lips gently.

        “Missed you too.” You said as you pulled away. “I have a question.” 

        “What is it?” He asked, confused.

        “Has any of your grounder friends taken a really pretty girl who has long dark hair, greenish-blue eyes, and is average height?” You asked.

         Jessie just looked more confused. “No? I don’t think so. Why?” He asked.

        “She is my best friend’s sister and she is currently missing. No offense, but I wouldn’t put it passed your people to take her.” You said seriously.

        “I don’t think any of my people have her. If one of them does, they have kept her hidden, which means they probably don’t want her getting hurt.” He said, cupping your cheek with his hand gently.

        “Alright.” You said as you softly leaned into his touch. With that, he leaned in once more to connect his soft lips to yours and you instantly responded. 

        He broke away with a sweet smile. “You’re beautiful.” He said, making you giggle.

        “I know I am.” You joked, making him laugh. You loved his laugh, it was like music to your ears. “Anyways, I have to go. I told Bell I’d stay and be ready in case he brought his sister back hurt.” You stated.

        “Aw. Ok then. I’ll see you soon.” He said, kissing your lips quickly. 

        “See you soon.” You said, before turning and walking towards the entrance to the cave, leaving Jessie in his spot. 

        “I love you,” Jessie said, making you stop and turn to face him. Your face lit up with a smile, your cheeks painted red. 

        “I love you too.” You had the biggest smile on your face as you left the cave. You couldn’t believe that just happened. When you said it, it just felt right. Saying those three words felt like home.

        You walked back into camp, trying to force yourself not to smile like an idiot. 

        Not even a moment late, Jasper stormed into camp. “Clarke! Where’s Clarke? Get Clarke now.” He said, closely followed by Bellamy, who was carrying in a struggling Finn. 

        “Hey. I’m here. What’s up?” Clarke asked, though when her eyes landed on Finn, a look of realization and fear crept onto her face. 

        “Finn. Oh, my gosh..” You gasped.

        “Oh, my god.” You heard Raven say, running up to them.

        “He’s alive,” Clarke stated, sending a rush of brief relief in everybody. 

        “Bellamy wouldn’t let me take the knife out,” Jasper said.

        “No, that was a good call. Get him in the dropship now. Go!” Clarke demanded, sending everyone on their way. 

        You rushed to the dropship with Clarke to help set everything up, to clear a table to put him on and get the limited amount of medical tools in order for her. 

        “Clarke, can you save him?” You heard Raven ask, as she followed Clarke into the dropship.

        “No. Not me. I need my mother. I need to talk to her.” Clarke answered worry etched into her features. 

        “There’s still no radio,” Raven stated.

        “Then fix it! Go!” You demanded, though it came out harsher than you meant it to, you knew the seriousness of the situation and there was no room for nice.

        The sky was a dark gray as rain fell heavily. Everyone was holed up in the dropship and you could hear delinquents shouting orders as they help up some sort of tarp to separate them from the harsh weather. 

        You sat next to Raven as she worked, acting as her silent support. “This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station. Come in Ark Station. This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station. Please come in. Please, please. Can anybody hear me?” She begged, her voice coated with desperation. 

        “Are you sure you have the right frequency?” You asked.

        “Yeah, I’m sure.” She answered forcefully.

        “Raven? You can do this. Okay?” Clarke said, before walking over to check on Finn as Raven gave a brief nod.

        “Calling Ark station. Ark station. Please come in. I’m on the ground with the hundred. We need you.” Raven tried again.

        When the Ark responded everyone rejoiced, though the moment was briefly lived. You quickly handed Clarke some of the Moonshine,

        “Ugh. Monty’s Moonshine?” She asked.

        “Pretty sure no germ could survive it,” Octavia commented.

        You looked towards the door as the thunder roared, shaking the dropship. “Storm’s getting worse. Monroe, close the doors.” You demanded softly.

        “But we still have people out there,” Monroe stated.

        “Monty and Jasper still aren’t back yet. Neither is Bellamy.” Octavia added.

        “It’s okay, they’ll find somewhere to ride it out,” Clarke said, supporting your decision to close the door. You nodded your thanks and she quickly nodded back, before turning her attention back to Finn.

        “One stitching needle,” Raven said, handing Clarke the needle.

        “Great, I still need something to close the wound,” Clarke said.

        “There some wire on the second level. I used it for the tents.” Octavia stated.

        “Let’s see it.” You said, standing beside the table, ready to help out Clarke in any way possible.

        “Stay away from the blue that runs through the ceiling. I rigged it to the solar cells in the roof. That means they’re hot! You got that!” Raven called after Octavia as she disappeared into the second level of the ship.

        “Hey! They’re back!” You heard a female voice say.

        As if on cue, Bellamy walked in as soon as Octavia returned from the second level. Not even a second later, you saw two boys carrying an unconscious man behind them.

        “ ‘The hell are you doing?” Octavia asked in disbelief. 

        “It's time to get some answers,” Bellamy stated.

        “Oh, you mean ‘revenge?” Octavia asked sarcastically. 

        “I mean ‘intel’.” He said. “Get him upstairs.”

                                    Apparently, you missed a lot.

         “Whoa, slow down. Who is that?” You asked, seeing as he looked older and had tattoos you figured he most defiantly wasn’t one of the hundred. 

        “He is a grounder. He is dangerous.”  Bellamy answered coldly.

        “He saved my life,” Octavia stated.

        A grounder. He captured a grounder. If he really did save Octavia, then Jessie was right. He didn’t want to hurt her. This proves that not all grounders want to kill us, that Jessie wasn’t just some exception. 

        Everyone’s attention turned to the radio when Abby Griffin started speaking. “Clarke, okay we’re ready. Can you hear me?” She said through the radio.

        “Bell. Look, this isn’t who we are.” You said, confused, but still upset at how he was treating the grounder who apparently saved Octavia’s life. 

        “It is now.” He stated before he turned and walked away, leaving you staring at his retreating form in worry. 

        As Clarke was fixing Finn, other delinquents were murmuring. As their whispers got louder, Abby could barely be heard from over the radio. 

        “Damn it! Clear the room.” Clarke demanded, fed up with the loud teenagers.

        You nodded. “Everyone! Upstairs! Now! Let’s go!” You demanded. They all instantly complied and you followed closely behind, leaving Clarke and Raven to do their thing.

        You sat upstairs with Bellamy and the grounder. You hated how he treated the grounder. You couldn’t help but think that this could have been Jessie, and that thought terrified you.

        You were about to speak when Clarke came busting through. “Get the hell out of my way.” She demands. 

        “It’s ok. Let her through.” Bellamy said as Miller stepped to the side.

        “Well if he didn’t hate us before, he does now,” Clarke said.

        “Who cares?” Bellamy snarked.

        “How’s Finn?” You asked, ignoring Bellamy’s stupid question.

        “Alive. His people will care! How long until they found him? And what happens when they do, I mean when they come looking for him. They will, Bellamy.” Clarke answered sternly.

        The conversation was cut short when you heard Raven screaming for Clarke. “Clarke! He’s seizing!” She called. 

        Without a moment’s hesitation, Clarke disappeared back down the later. You looked to the chained up grounder, meeting his dark eyes. There was so much you wanted to say to him, there was so much you could do. You could tell everyone he spoke English if Jessie could then he could too. But that would lead to questions, and you couldn’t risk Bellamy finding out. Not if this is what your people do to grounders.

        A few minutes later, Clarke rejoined the group. “Get out of my way, Miller! Now!” She commanded, before stomping over to the grounder, gripping a knife so tightly her knuckles were white. “What’s on this?” She asked.

        “What are you talking about?” You asked, thoroughly confused.

        “He poisoned the blade! All this time he knew Finn was going to die no matter what we did! What is it?! Is there an antidote?” She pressed, waiting for the mysterious man to cave.

        “Clarke he doesn’t understand you,” Octavia said, though you knew better.

        Myles, another delinquent brought Clarke a box. He opened it to reveal vials filled with different liquids. 

        “You’d have to be stupid to have a poison around this long without an antidote, Which one?” Clarke asked, spreading the little bottles along the floor.

        “Answer the question!” Bellamy yelled.

        “Show us please,” Octavia pleaded.

        “Which one? Our friend his dying down there and you can stop that!” Clarke said, trying to hide the desperation she felt.

        “I'll get him to talk!” Bellamy stated, grabbing a knife from off a box. 

        “Bellamy no!” You called. He turned to glare at you, and you met his hard gaze with soft eyes. 

        “He wants Finn to die, why can’t you see that?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Do you want him to live or not?” Bellamy asked Clarke.

        “This isn’t who we are! He was protecting me, he saved my life!” Octavia begged.

        “We’re talking about Finn’s life!” Bellamy stated.

        “Do it,” Clarke said.

        Bellamy ripped the grounder’s shirt with a knife, before grabbing a seat belt. You looked away as Bellamy began to whip that man with it. 

        “Please. Which one’s the antidote?” Clarke asked, kneeling before all the vials.

        “Just tell them,” Octavia added, but to avail as the grounder didn’t so much as open his mouth. 

        Bellamy placed a hand on Clarke’s shoulder as she stood and moved away from the tiny bottles. You decided to give it a go at the man. You walked up to him but grabbed no weapons. “I know you speak English. I know one of your people.” You whispered, only for the grounder’s ears. “I’m a friend. I don’t want you to get hurt anymore. Please, tell us which one is the antidote.” You pleaded. 

        His eyes went wide when the words left your mouth, but not even a moment later they returned to a hard stare, unwavering and emotionless. 

        “I’m sorry, but if you don’t help me, then there is nothing I can do to stop them.” You waited for a response that never came. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but seeing as he made no gesture to give you an answer, you stepped away from the imprisoned grounder.

        With that, the people you called your friends, kept torturing him. They cut him, bruised him, stabbed him, even electrocuted him, yet still nothing. He did nothing until Octavia grabbed the poisoned knife. She met his eyes bravely, as she dragged the knife across her arm, making blood pour from the wound.

        “Octavia, no!” Bellamy called, but it was already too late.

        “He won’t let me die.” She stated, her eyes not leaving the grounders. She lifted a vial towards the grounder, and he shook his head, gesturing that it wasn’t the antidote. She tried again, this time she earned a nod, quickly handing the bottle to Clarke.

        “Thank you,” Clarke said, leaving with the antidote.

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[imaginebeauty]

Second Chances//Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4      

Words: 2557 Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Reader x Grounder OC Warnings: Character death/suicide, violence  Episode: 1x04 Murphy’s Law

       “Bellamy! Clarke!” You called, racing into the camp, Finn close behind you.

        As soon as you and Finn found Bellamy and Clarke, you looked towards the ground, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. Finn glanced at you with a sad look before facing Clarke.

        “They got Wells just outside the wall,” Finn informed.

        “What?” Clarke asked, a look of disbelief on her face. “Who found him?”

        You looked up from the ground, meeting her eyes. “I did.” You answered. You tried to be strong, you wanted to show people that you weren’t weak by pretending to be okay. By handling Wells’ death as if you were unaffected. To show Bellamy that he didn’t need to worry about you. You kept a straight face, though the attempt at being strong failed as a single tear rolled down your cheek.

        You had never seen a dead body, let alone of someone you considered a friend.

        Finn walked off with Clarke, leaving you with Bellamy.

        “I’m sorry that you had to see Wells like that,” Bellamy said with a look saying that if he could, he would’ve kept you from seeing that. That he would shield you from all the bad if he could.

        You shrugged and wiped away the stray tear. “I guess I just have to get used to people dying down here.” With that, you turned away from Bellamy and walked off to help dig the grave for Wells.

        After you dug Wells’ grave and buried him, you slipped away from camp and the other delinquents. You could feel the tightness in your chest and tears threatening to spill, and you knew you needed to just get away. 

        The only place you could think to go was the cave where you had met Jessie.

        You reached the cave and made your way to the back, only to find it empty. You didn’t know what you were expecting to happen, but you felt disappointed at the sight of the empty cave room. 

        You sat against the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest as you allowed yourself to cry. You sobbed as you thought about death. How you could be next, how anyone of you could be next, and how Jessie was the one with the knife to your people’s throats. How the boy with the ocean in his eyes and the soft lips was the one killing your friends.

        Jessie walked into the cave, hoping to find you there. He took off his mask with a frown as he saw you crying.

        You didn’t notice him, you were too busy crying into your hands. 

        “Y/N?” He said softly, slowly walking up to you.

        You looked up from your hands to see who called your name, your eyes read and puffy and your cheeks were tear stained. The sadness in your face was replaced with anger.

        “You! You killed Wells! What? Did you come here to kill me now too?” You asked.

        He took a step back upon hearing your anger. He shook his head. “No, I didn’t kill your friend and neither did my people.” He stated. “And I would never hurt you.” 

        “Why should I believe you?” You asked.

        “If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you by now.” He said, coming closer to you. He reached to grab your uninjured hand, and you pushed him away. 

        “How do I know you didn’t kill Wells?” 

        “Why would I lie?” He asked, making his point. He stepped closer to you, cupping your cheek gently. “I’m sorry about your friend Wells.” 

        You met his eyes, and suddenly all the anger and worries melted away. 

        “You okay?” He asked in a hushed voice.

        A soft smile crept upon your lips as you nodded. “I am now.” You whispered back as you leaning in to kiss his soft lips. Jessie instantly responded by kissing back passionately. You melted into him as you ran your hand through his hair. He moaned so quietly you almost missed it, his hands snaked their way around your waste and you smiled into the kiss.

        The kiss became more heated and passionate. Jessie slipped off his grounder jacket, letting it hit the floor, before pulling away too swiftly take off his shirt before kissing you once more.

        “Are we going to do this?” You asked against his lips.

        “Do you want to do this?” He asked, pulling away slightly, breathing against your lips, sending chills down your spine.

        “Yes.” You answered, and not a moment later he leaned in and kissed you. 

        “Y/N!” You heard some call, and you instantly looked pulled away and looked at Jessie with a panicked expression. “Y/N!” You heard again.

        “Oh my God, Oh my gosh.” You gasped. “Hide, hide. Oh my gosh. Go, go!” You whispered, shooing Jessie. He grabbed his jacket and crouched behind a big rock that was in the cave.

        Not a second later you could hear footsteps against the cold floor. You glanced down seeing that Jessie forgot to grab his shirt. You quickly picked it up to throw it behind the rock, but the moment it touched your hands, Finn walked in the dark room.

        “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked looking at you with a confused expression. 

        “I, um, I just needed to get away. Ya know? After Wells and everything, um, I just need to be alone for a little bit.” You answered, which was true, you did go there to get away from everyone. 

        He nodded. “Who’s shirt is that?” He asked, pointing to the shirt in your hand.

        Jessie mentally cursed himself for forgetting to grab his shirt. How stupid of him! What were you going to do?

        “Oh? Oh, this thing. This shirt that I am currently holding in my hand. Yes, I, um… I found it! Yeah! I found it in here. Weird, right?” You rambled. You and never been the best liar, but thankfully Finn didn’t ask any more questions.

        “Yeah, that is weird. Anyways, you shouldn’t be this far outside the wall. A grounder could get you, it’s dangerous.” He said. 

        “How ironic.” You thought.

        “Yeah, yeah. I know, I’m sorry.” You said. 

        “It’s alright. Just don’t do it again. If something happened to you, Bellamy would kill me and everyone else.” He half joked. 

        Jessie could hear everything, and couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous of this Bellamy guy. Throughout the jealous thoughts, Jessie told himself that you were his. You liked him. You kissed him, not that Bellamy dude. 

        Finn grabbed your wrapped hand gently, knowing you hurt it in the acid fog. He smoothly guided you towards the exit of the cave. You looked back towards the rock where Jessie was hiding, only to see him already looking at you. You smiled at him and he instantly returned the smile.

        You rushed into the crowd of delinquents closely behind Finn, only to see a rope around John Murphy’s neck and Bellamy’s hand on the rope.

        “What the hell are you doing? Cut him down!” you called, pushing your way closer to the front.

        “Stop! Okay? Murphy didn’t kill Wells! I did!” Charlotte yelled.

        Finn quickly cut Murphy down, but by then everyone was looking at the little girl. 

        Bellamy and Clarke quickly rushed her into the tent, and you followed close behind, Jessie’s shirt still in your hand. You placed the shirt on the table, completely forgetting about the moment you had shared with Jessie. 

        “Why, Charlotte?” Bellamy asked.

        “I was just trying to slay my demons like you told me.” She answered with a tone of innocence.

        “What the hell is she talking about?” Clarke asked, looking towards Bellamy.

        “She misunderstood me. Charlotte, that’s not what I meant.” He said his expression of clear disbelief.

        “Bring out the girl!” You heard Murphy yell from outside.

        “Please don’t let them hurt me.” She pleaded.

        You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. She acted like she was an innocent child, but she killed someone, and there is nothing innocent about murder.

        “If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up. Now you stay quiet.” Bellamy said.

        “Those are your boys out there,” Finn said, and you silently agreed with his point. 

        “This is not my fault. If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall.” Bellamy insisted.

        “Nobody is saying it is your fault.” You chimed in.

        “You want to build a society? Let’s build a society. Bring her out.” Murphy yelled.

        “He has a point, Bell. I’m sorry, but she did kill a person. There has to consequences for that.” You said, giving your honest opinion. You didn’t think she should die, but you also didn’t think she should be treated as if she did nothing wrong.

        “No! Please, Bellamy.” She begged.

        “Charlotte, hey it’s gonna be okay. Just stay with them.” He said, shooting a glare at you before he left the tent.

        You followed behind Clarke, Finn, and Charlotte. You really did not want to stick your neck out this girl who killed someone you cared about. You zoned out of what Finn and Clarke were talking about but suddenly tuned in when you heard angry talking.

        “She’s just a kid,” Finn said, defending her.

        “She’s 12. She is old enough to know that killing people is wrong.” You chimed in.

        “Y/N’s right. She’s a killer. You killed someone, Charlotte. Ended his life. Did you stop to think about that for even one second? Look at me! You can’t just kill someone to make you feel better.” Clarke stated, and you silently agreed with her.

        “Charlotte! They can’t save you.” Y’all heard Murphy yell.

        “We should run.” You said, not having any brighter ideas.

        “Yeah, that’s one way to go. I like my plan better. Get in. Get in.” Finn said, opening a hatch and shooing you all inside.

        “Whoa.” Was all you seemed to be able to say.

        “Finn, what is this place?” Clarke asked in awe.

        “For now, it’s home.” He answered.

        You sat on the dusty couch next to Charlotte, letting Finn and Clarke talk it out. You didn’t say a word to the little girl, for you knew anything that would come out of your mouth would be nothing nice.

        Next thing you knew, you were fast asleep on the end of the couch. 

        “Finn. Finn, wake up. She’s gone.” Clarke said.

        Finn shot up like a rocket and instantly looked around frantically.

        “Y/N!” He yelled, and you slowly opened your eyes to look at him.

        “What?” You asked, completely clueless.

        “Charlotte is gone.” He said as he and Clarke raced up the latter and outside to look for Charlotte.

        “Charlotte! Damn it. Bellamy! You cannot fight all of us. Give her up.” Murphy demanded.

        “Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you with me,” Bellamy replied.

        “Bellamy! Stop! This has gone too far. Just calm down. We’ll talk about this.” You said.

        “I’m sick of listening to you talk.” Murphy snarled. Not a moment later he grabbed and you pull you close to him as he pressed the blade of his knife to your throat.

        You squeezed your eyes shut and mentally cursed yourself. 

        “Let her go,” Bellamy demanded. He kept his expression cold and unwavering, but on the inside, he was freaking out. If you got hurt, he would never be able to forgive himself. 

        “I will slit her throat,” Murphy stated harshly. 

        “No, please. Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte pleaded. 

        “Don’t hurt her? Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go.” Murphy bargained.

        You opened your eyes and looked at Bellamy. You took a deep breath and prepared for death, closing your eyes once more only to Jessie’s face. 

        “Don’t do it, Charlotte. Don’t do it, Charlotte!” Bellamy begged.

        “No! No, I have to! Murphy, this is not happening. I can't let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.” Charlotte said before she turned, and before anyone could stop her, she quickly turned and jumped off the cliff.

        “Charlotte! No! No, no , no! No!” Clarke yelled.

        Murphy lessened his grip from the shock of Charlotte taking her own life, and not a second later Bellamy turned and attacked Murphy. You would have taken you down too if you didn’t get out of the way in time. Bellamy started punching Murphy until he bled, and then he kept punching.

        “Bellamy. Bellamy. Bellamy, stop! You’ll kill him!” Clarke yelled, trying to pull Bellamy off of him.    

        “Get off me! Uhh! He deserves to die.” Bellamy hissed. 

        “No! We don’t decide who lives and dies. Not down here.” Clarke stated.

        “So help me God, if you say the people have a right to decide…” Bellamy dared.

        “No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we’re gonna survive down here, we can’t just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.” She explained. 

        “And who makes those rules, huh? You?” Bellamy asked.

        “For now, we make the rules. Okay?” Clarke said.

        “So, what, then? We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?” Bellamy asked.

        “No! We banish him.” You said, coming up with the bright idea. You didn’t want him dead, but you didn’t like him either. Banishment seemed like the best option, and in a lot of times in the history books you’ve read on the Ark, people would be exiled as punishment. 

        Bellamy grabbed Murphy’s arm and yanked him to his feet. “Get up. If I ever catch you near the camp, we’ll be back here. Understand? As for the four of you, you can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. Your choice.” He said to Murphy’s posse. All of them opted to go with Bellamy instead of Murphy, which was a good choice.

        You walked back to camp beside Bellamy, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

        “I’m sorry about Murphy, again,” Bellamy said, looking down at you.

        “It’s okay, Bell. I’m okay.” You reassured as you smiled up at him. 

        “I love you.” Bellamy thought. Oh, how much he wanted to say it, but couldn’t. Bellamy had been sleeping around, and everybody knew it. Nobody knew that he was doing it to get over you. “Why am I so afraid to lose her, when she isn’t even mine.” He thought. He couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts that seemed surface every night, every time he saw your face, every time you smiled.

        You leaned into him as y’all walked, his presences soothing you. Little did you know that his heart was beating so far out of his chest.

[grounderthegenius]

*melts from his touch* you're my favorite cuddle buddy

Grounder's engine purred softly. "I am, am I?" He wore a devious smirk. "I do hope I am your only 'cuddle buddy'." He teased, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply.

"Good heavens, you smell absolutely delectable." His voice dropped to a fond murmur. "You do not mind if I touch you a little more, do you?"

He rested a hand upon your thigh while the other rose to gently stroke your hair.

"Your follicle structure is quite remarkable. Truly unparalleled." He paused, clearing his throat with a hint of embarrassment. "Not that I have... had much opportunity to examine anyone's hair before.

"Would you perhaps permit me to collect a single strand for my records? I should like to preserve every possible detail about you- no matter how minute."

[grounderthegenius]

what if we cuddled haha

"Cuddled?!" His exclaimed, voice crackling with static

"You do not suppose it would be considered uncouth, do you? If I am to undertake this 'courtship' business properly, I believe you are expected to have a chaperone present at all times."

He suspiciously peered over your shoulder, searching the room for any witnesses. Upon confirming the two of you were alone, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"Ah, excellent. No one to impress, save for you, my dear."

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"Now then, do come along."

He guided you toward one of the plush, flocked chairs, awkwardly maneuvering himself into the seat before drawing you into his lap, setting you atop one of his treads.

"And how is this? Most comfortable, I hope?"

He shifted gently, wrapping his arms around you. After a moments hesitation, he attempted the gesture again, softly bunting against you before looking up with an almost hopeful expression, awaiting your approval.