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What Brothers Do
Pairing: Reader / Roan (Brother/ Sister)
Warning: Sad, Angst (basically reflecting my mood)
AN: I don’t know what to say here so i’m going to keep it short. Real short. Thank you for every single word you’ve all sent for me recently. I love you all. I’m healing.
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Darkness had fallen over Polis and with it the calm inevitability of what was happening in the morning. The King had called for a conclave, the old way of settling a problem, where nothing but death would end the argument. For one way or another tomorrow morning 12 out of 13 tribes would be condemned to death.
You moved towards the window of the room you’d been assigned since Roan took over the Commanders chair on the council. Leaning against the edge as you stared down at the torches that lit the path towards the tower. You were high enough up that if you jumped there would be no saving yourself.
“Y/N?” footsteps sounded behind you and strong male hands landed on your shoulders. “Y/N?” at the repeated call of your name in a voice you’d trusted since childhood you finally turned your head meeting the pale grey eyes of your brother.
“My King” you nodded your head in the correct greeting to him.
“Don’t Y/N” he warned frown lines marring his forehead. “Don’t shut me out”
Tension seeped into your muscles and your hands made tight fists at your sides. “Then don’t try and pretend that this is just one more normal evening”
He paused at that hands falling slowly from your shoulders to drop to his sides. Finally he nodded his head “alright I won’t”
“Won’t what?”
“I won’t pretend”
“Good” you went back to staring out of the window focusing on the flickering flames of the torches below. “I can’t say goodbye to you Roan” you admitted “I won’t say goodbye to you”
“No one is saying goodbye” he insisted reaching out once more he took your hand in his own slowly unclenching your fingers to show the white crescent circles you’d made on you palm. He traced his finger along them. “I can do this Y/N. I will win for us, for our people”
The certainty in his voice was meant to be reassuring you knew that. He was trying to make you feel better about what was to come when dawn broke once more. Unfortunately for him you had become all too familiar with his version of certainty. All the times growing up he had assured you it would all turn out all right in the end as your mother victimised the pair of you. It had never turned out all right though. Instead he had been banished and you had been left with your monster of a mother. Only when Lexa had put a spear through her heart had it in anyway turned better.
“I know you believe that”
“No” Roan took hold of your shoulders once more this time spinning you around to face his completely. Gripping tightly to you as you were forced to look up into his face. “I will do this Y/N there is no question in that. Only certainty. We can endure this, you can endure this”
You smiled sarcastically at that. “Endure?” snorting you shook your head “Of course I can endure this, after all endurance is the speciality of my gender. We endure the stupidity of men and the infliction of their actions on us. We endure the inevitability of the end and we endure it all with a smile and the reassurance that everything will be alright when in reality we know it never will be again”
“Y/N?”
“Don’t Roan, there isn’t anything you can say to reassure me at this point” you turned away from him with a sigh dragged from the bottom of your soul. “You fight to the death tomorrow. Our world stands on the edge of destruction”
“But not yours”
“What?” You watched as his jaw clenched in the familiar stubborn way that you’d witnessed all through childhood. “Roan what have you done?” fear was sliding into your stomach at that look on his face. “Roan?”
“You’ll live Y/N, no matter what happens to me you will survive”
“How?” Roan’s jaw was still clenched in that way that you knew meant he wasn’t going to tell you what he had done. “Roan please, tell me you haven’t done anything stupid”
Reaching out to cupped the side of your face in his palm. You could feel calluses from years of sword play on his skin. A smile twitched one corner of his mouth in an ironic grin. “I promised no swore a long time ago Y/N that I would never let anything happen to you. I intend to keep that promise no matter what”
From the other side of the room your door opened once more and a man walked in. Bellamy Blake. You caught his eyes and the knowledge of what Roan had done slammed into you hard.
“No” you whispered lunging forward and grasping Roan’s shirt. “No Roan, you haven’t… you can’t”
“It’s already done Y/N”
Roan put his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest gripping you tight and you felt your whole body start to tremble in horror. He’d made a deal with Skaikru. He’d gotten you onto that list of 100 they had been working on. What had he had to give them though to do that?
“You have to go with him” Roan whispered in your ear. “Go now Y/N. Before it’s too late”
“No, Roan.. I can’t”
Roan pulled back using his thumbs to wipe away the tears that had pooled in your eyes without your conscious control. “You endure remember” he insisted. “You do more than endure you live and you find a way to keep on living no matter what”
“Roan” tears were streaming down your cheeks now as Roan beckoned Bellamy forwards. “I can’t leave you”
“You’re not” Roan smiled at you one last time. “I love you sister”
You were transferred from Roan’s arms into Bellamy’s your struggles ineffective against either of them as with a final nod of his head Bellamy started to carry you from your room.
“Roan…NO…ROAN!” you yelled but your brother wasn’t looking at you anymore, he’d turned to stare out the window you’d recently but stood at. “Roan” you tried once more. “I love you, Roan”
You saw tension seep into his body but he didn’t turn simply whispered words once more in Azgedian that you barely heard but made you sag in Bellamy’s arms.
Bellamy managed to carry you from the tower down into the market square below. You’d gone numb, the tears had stopped and instead you stood on your own two feet looking up at Bellamy’s carefully blank face.
“What did he give you Blake?” you asked flatly. “What did he promise you for this?”
Rather than answering your question directly Bellamy simply said “It is amazing what we will do for our sisters”
There it was, the truth of the whole situation. To protect you and get you off of this planet or at least into the bunker then Roan would protect Octavia. Would allow her to win the conclave. That was after all what you did for your sisters. Sacrificed yourself. Roan would protect Octavia and in return Bellamy would protect you.
Only for Roan to protect Octavia you would have to lose him. That fact slammed into you hard and the numbness fled once more as pain gripped your whole body. A scream built in your throat as your knees started to tremble.
Bellamy caught you before you fell, pulling you into the darkness of the cities walls. His arms wrapped around you holding you tight as you sobbed.
Wanheda or Not? (Part 1)
Pairing: Roan / Reader
Warning: Swearing and Violence
Request: @nicholeifly Hey! I love your writing! Could you do A Roan x Reader. Where the reader is one of the original 100 and a total "Grounder" bad ass like O. And she leaves about the same time as Clark (after Mount Weather) and Roan sees her (in a cloak) thinking she's Wanheda and goes after her. And some angst romance junk and what not. :) (and if I may request you keep Roan true to his character as much as possible. It would be appreciated!!)
AN: This is going to be a short little series for Roan as I couldnt’ fit it all into one chapter. I think it will be about three parts. (however i said that for the Real Mrs Vane as well and we all know how that turned out)
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There wasn’t a big goodbye scene when you left Arkadia. No clinging to another person as if they would never let you go or tears that fell in strained silence. After all you weren’t Clarke Griffin. You weren’t the Princess of Skaikru. You were simply her shadow. The one who followed her footsteps in the dark and made sure that no damage came to the girl who thought she was unworthy of her place in Arkadia anymore.
“Look after her” Bellamy had whispered that day as you’d appeared beside him as Clarke walked away. “Make sure she’s safe”
You hadn’t answered simply nodded and taken off after Clarke. Unlike her you could move silently through forest and could go unseen by anyone you didn’t want to be seen by. Clarke took months to realise she was leaving a trail. You’d tried to clear most of it but needing to keep her in sight and also not alert her to your presence meant that you’d not been as careful as you’d wanted to be.
That was probably why now you were in as much trouble as you were.
There had been bounty hunters before these ones but they had always been easy enough to distract. Easy enough to lose or if there was no other choice easy enough to kill. The one who was currently following you though was smart.
It had taken you too long to realise he was there and even now you still hadn’t gotten a good look at him. It was hard to distract or to kill someone you couldn’t find. So, you’d resorted to the last tactic left to you. Last night you’d managed to creep into Clarke’s make shift camp and stolen one of her cloaks you’d then noisily and not all to stealthily gotten him to follow you instead of Clarke.
You knew he was behind you, could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end and your skin was tingling. You continued onwards though leading him away from Clarke. The further he was away from her the safer she was.
The only warning you got that he had gotten tired of following was the slight crunch of a tree branch close behind you and then a knife had slid around your throat stopping you still, his other hand going to your hip.
“Don’t move Wanheda” You held up your hands in surrender, proving to him you had no weapons in either of them. “You got careless”
“Did I?” there were few options to take when someone had a knife to your throat. The movie version of ramming your elbow back or smashing your head back into there’s would effectively get your throat cut. The assailants arm being forced back into your throat as he stumbled away. So instead you stayed very still. “Who are you?”
“Who I am is unimportant. Don’t move” he warned as the knife was slowly retracted. He grabbed your hands spinning your around to tie rope around your wrists.
You couldn’t see his face clearly it was too smeared with mud and dirt. He was hiding something that was obvious. You didn’t recognise the accent he was speaking with from any of the nearby tribes and you had met most of them.
“Are you planning on killing me?” he predictably didn’t answer your question “or am I worth more alive I wonder?”
“Either way wouldn’t stop me cutting out your tongue”
“Wow” you raised your eyebrows at him. “threats? Is that meant to frighten me?”
“I’d be disappointed if they did. After all you’re the great Wanheda, the destroyer of mountains”
“Yes, I had heard that was what you were all calling me” he pulled on the rope forcing you forwards, walking through the forest. You were pleased to notice you were still going in the opposite direction to where Clarke was camped. You couldn’t let him take you too far though as you needed to get back as soon as possible. You also needed to figure out just how to stop this man coming after you both again. “So, where are we going?”
He glanced back at you, from the look on his face he was clearly perturbed by your whole aura of nonchalance regarding being kidnapped. You on the other hand were fairly happy, this situation was only improving for you. No more knife at your neck and he had his back to you. It was possible to work with this.
With a move you doubted he would see coming you took hold of the rope in front of you and pulled with all your strength. The rope came free from his hands and he fell backwards onto the floor. Before he’d truly processed what had happened you’d gotten the knife from your boot free and were crouched on the ground beside him with the blade against his neck.
In an almost mirror of your own face earlier he didn’t look scared simply curious about what you’d do next. Using the blade at his throat you cut your wrists free using your now free hand to wipe away some of the dirt on his face trying to get a decent look at him.
“Ice nation” you hissed as his scars we’re revealed. “You’re Azgeda”
“And you’re not Wanheda”
“Took you long enough” taking a chance you removed the knife and took a step back from him putting some space between the two of you. “Why do you want Clarke? Why would you want to take her back to your queen?”
He sat up staring across at you, he made no move to get back to his feet or to reach for any of the other multiple weapons you were sure he had on his person. “How does an obviously Skaikru member speak our language like you? And why are you pretending to be Wanheda?”
“I asked first” you were pleasantly surprised when he actually answered one of your questions.
“The story about Wanheda, it’s being said that whoever can kill her will be able to absorb the power she wields. The ability to bring about death”
“People are trying to kill Clarke because they think she can help them kill people? Well that makes a whole lot of sense”
“Your turn, why are you pretending to be Wanheda? It isn’t safe”
“Clarke is my friend. I may not agree with her sometimes but she is one of us and we protect our own” your muscles tensed getting prepared to strike as he finally got back to his feet. “You aren’t going to stop, are you?”
“Would you?”
He had a point, in fact it was simply the truth. You weren’t going to stop trying to protect Clarke. Instead you decided to try a different tactic. “I know who you are”
“And who do you think I am?”
“Prince Roan” he took a step towards you in what you thought was actual surprise. He had not expected anyone to recognise him. “The scars” pointing to the marks on his face you continued “I suppose not many people know that they’re almost like an identity tag. Each of your tribe’s scars are different, aren’t they? I recognise that marking there, you’re the exiled Prince” he still didn’t answer, although you guessed you hadn’t really asked him a question yet. “So, my previous question remains why would an exiled Prince be trying to take Clarke to the queen, mother who abandoned him?”
“How exactly do you know that I’m planning on taking her to Nia?”
That stopped you. You didn’t know that. You’d assumed that’s where he would be taking her because it was the only place that made sense. He wouldn’t be handing Clarke over to another tribe that was for sure. “Where else would you take her?”
A smile twitched the corners of his mouth. “So you don’t know everything?” he picked up the knife from the floor that he must have dropped when you’d pulled him over earlier. Sliding it into his belt. “I won’t stop hunting her”
“And I won’t stop protecting her”
“Then I guess we’ll be seeing each other again” he nodded his head to you before disappearing smoothly back into the shadows of the trees.
He was going to be a problem Prince Roan of Azgeda. A big problem and not just because he was hunting Clarke.
No, one other massive problem he seemed to present was the fact that you hadn’t been able to avoid noticing that he was incredible good looking and that he hadn’t actually tried to hurt you. Even though he knew you would be there protecting Clarke. It would have been easier for him to simply try and kill you now and be done with it. But he hadn’t, instead he’d simply walked away, and you’d let him. You’d let him go.
Oh yeah, Prince Roan was definitely going to be a massive problem.
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