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”
“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?”
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.