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"Can we talk?"

Your mouth went dry as soon as the words passed over your lips. Your fingers toyed at the charm hung around your neck. He had given it to you just a few short months ago.

Bellamy always insisted he wasn't the romantic type, but you disagreed. He used to go to any lengths just to make you smile. Had you taken that for granted? 

"Now's not really a good time," he said, his voice drawing you back to the presant. He hardly looked at you.  

"It's never a good time." You didn't mean to snap, but your voice came out sharp. You had his attention now. You forced yourself to take a deep breath before continuing. "You've been really distant lately."

He didn't say anything, just let his eyes drop. He was tense, his back a rigid line. You took a step closer and laid a hand on his arm.

He slipped out of your touch and turned away, gripping the back of his neck. You could feel his absence like a gaping hole in your chest.

"Do you still love me?" The words slipped out before you could stop them, small and scared like a child's. The question had been burning on your tongue for weeks, but fear of the answer kept it locked behind your grated teeth.

The silence, stretching out second by second, told you everything you needed to know. Silently, the tears slipped onto your cheeks, stinging at your eyes as the dropped.

"I'm not worth your tears," Bellamy said. He took a step towards you, his hand extended, but he froze halfway through. His arm dropped, useless by his side.  

When you closed your eyes you could imagine him finishing the motion, brushing away your tears with the pad of his thumb and pressing his lips to your forehead. His familiar touch never burned against your skin. You were ice to the core.

"Can't you see that I'm bad for you?" His voice was desperate now, yelling, tears he dare not let fall caught in his voice.

But you couldn't. Bellamy was your everything, and now you had nothing.

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You had hardly noticed the ever constant machine hum that rumbled through every station of the Ark before you were sent down to the ground, but you certainly noticed it's absence. Without its mechanic breath, the only sign of life in Arkadia was the people themselves. Their voices echoed off the metal halls, heard even inside your residential unit.  

It was the same room you lived in when the Ark floated through space, but instead of sharing it with your siblings and mother, you shared it with Raven. It seemed she was the closest thing to family you had left.

Your arms curled around her, holding her body close to yours and trailing your fingertips in small patterns along her arm. She breathed a steady rhythm in and out, drowning out the passing of time until you were both sure you had to be late for something.

Your watch laid forgotten on the far side of the bed and she slipped out of your embrace for just a moment to reach for it. She settled back into your arms.

"My work shift starts soon. I should get ready," she said, and then craned her neck around to face you. Her lips brushed yours. "But I really don't want to."

"Then don’t," you said, drawing her in for another kiss. Your heart fluttered in your chest.  All these months you'd been dating, all the intimate moments and stolen kisses, and you still got butterflies whenever she was around. “Just stay with me a little longer.”

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Part: (1) (2) (3)

Murphy was hardly conscious on the rushed trip back to arkadia and even less so once you carried him into the medical bay. It scared you how light he felt. The protrusions of his rib cage stuck out against your fingertips when you brushed the skin under his shirt.

Abby had accepted you as a permanent visitor. You anchored yourself in the chair at his bedside and slept with your head in his lap.  She had warned you he would be asleep quite a while with the dosage of whatever the hell she was feeding into his IV, but whether he knew you were there waiting or not didn't matter to you. All you needed was the feel of his calloused hand in yours.

His eyes fluttered open, a minuscule movement, but given his frail state it seemed like a miracle. You squeeze his hand tightly, then left it fall from yours as you ran to get a cup of water.

He was still weak and needed help with every small task. He was thirsty, you could tell, but his eyes skipped over the water and were stuck on your face. It was pain that warped his features now, not a blank expression, and it wasn't from his injuries. 

"I'm sorry," he said, his hand searching for yours. You met it and arced your thumb in soft strokes across his skin.

"It's okay," you said, smoothing back the hair that had fell into his eyes. “You're okay now, and that's all that matters."

"I love you," he said, fighting for the strength to sit up. You pushed him back with a gentle hand.

"You should rest," you said, your voice hardly surpassing a whisper. His sudden confession knocked the breath from your lungs. He was simply delirious. Whatever had happened to him these months he’s been away was warping his mind.

He didn’t love you. He said so himself before he left.

He fought your hold, so many words burning up inside him all at once. They came out in a muddled rush, strained by the desperation in his voice. 

"I need you to know that I love you. I’ve spent these last weeks believing I would die before I ever got to tell you the truth. I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

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Hiatus is Over

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I took a break from imagines because I’ve been working on my novel, but I’ve been getting inspired from watching season three and I wanted to this up again. I still have about 50 requests in my inbox from before, but if you all want to send in some more, I don’t think it will hurt.

Also, I’ve been seeing a lot of negative stuff on my dash regarding the show and JRoth lately and I’ve had to unfollow quite a few people because of it. I’m not saying that the 100 should be exempt from criticism, but all these bad vibes are making it hard for me to enjoy the show. I’m trying to find some more positive content to fill up my dash again, so if you post mainly the 100 and want me to check out your blog, go ahead and reblog this.

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“Do you already have a partner?” You glanced up at the sound of Jaspers voiced, shocked to see him holding a makeshift spear. Strands of his hair were flattened against his forehead, trapped by the pair of goggles strapped to his head. His lips were pulled into a bent line. He was nervous, hopeful at best.

“You're joining the hunting party?” You were too surprised to answer his question at first.

“Yeah, that's the plan at least,” he smiled, an anxious laugh escaping him. His head ducked down and he grabbed the back of his neck, still waiting for an answer.

“Alright, just let me grab my pack and we can get going.”

This seemed to please him but the smile dropped as soon as Murphy’s mouth opened.

“Come on, you’re ditching us for goggle boy?” He said, his eyes briefly glancing over Jasper before returning to you. Bellamy was still waiting not too far off for you to join his group before setting of.

“I'll catch up with you guys tonight at dinner,” you promised. Your voice took on a lighter, more teasing tone. “Besides, with the way you tromp through the forest we won't be able to kill anything, and I'd like to actually eat tonight.”

Murphy shook his head but left you alone otherwise. You turned back to Jasper, an uneasy smile on your lips. “You’ve done this before, right.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, but his voice sounded forced. “I mean, I always scored well in Earth Skills class up on the ark.”

A laughed eased out of you and you punched at his shoulder, moving towards the treeline. “Just follow my lead, goggle boy. I'll be damned if I let Murphy’s group bring home more meat than us.”

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“You don’t have to do this,” you whispered, Nathan’s hand tight in yours. Tears were stinging at your eyes but you forced them back.

“I want to,” he said, pressing his lips into a small smile. “I’d give up anything to be with you.”

His hand cupped your cheek, brushing away the tear that slid down it with the pad of his thumb. Your heart ached for the love he had for you, but your mind raced with anxiety. So many things could go wrong in a procedure like this, not to mention the pain.

“Are you all set?” the doctor asked. She was a few years older than you, blonde and clean-cut. You’d never spoke to her before but everyone knew everyone around here.

“Just one more minute,” you said, barely glancing at her. You lowered your voice, squeezing Nathan’s hand tighter still. “It’s too risky. Nothing is worth losing you.”

“When I said I’d give you the world, I meant it. You’re going to love the ground, just wait until you can breathe real air.”

His touch fell from your cheek and he was whisked away into the operating room. A nurse came by to prep you for your own procedure, but her words were nothing but a mumble of background noise as you stared at the doors Miller had disappeared behind.

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Requested by: @itsangelicacxx

Part: (1) (2) (3)

There was a certain serenity about the noise that bounced from between the trees and waking up to the open sky above you. You rolled over lazily, spotting the four others in your group. Normally you wouldn’t be sleeping out in the open like this, but this was a time of peace, and besides, you had taken turns taking watch throughout the night.

Harper sat against the tree not too far off from your smoldering fire. Her gun sat across her lap, her fingers playing with the frayed edges of her shirt when a crunch came from the forest. All you could see was a shape, unrecognizable but definitely human. Her gun snapped up to attention and you scrambled for yours.

“Who’s out there?” Harper called, her voice not betraying the fear that surely ran through you both.

A figure stumbled through, dried blood smeared across his cheeks and matted in his hair. He was covered in dirt, clothes practically shredded, and beaten into oblivion. He managed a few more steps with his arms weakly raised then sagged to his knees once he was in full view.

Murphy.

“Put that thing away!” you yelled to Harper. She immediately lowered her weapon, weary confusion in her eyes. You ran over to him, your canteen bouncing on your thigh, and sunk to your knees beside him.

His weight sagged into you, exhaustion pulling him down more than the gravity. You had one arm around him to hold him as upright as you could manage and unscrewed your canteen with the other hand. You rested its lip against his and watched as he drained the whole thing with a kind of haze in his eyes.

He didn’t see you, not really see you, until the water was gone. You cradled his head, searching his eyes for some sort of recognition as he stared up at you in turn.

“You look like an angel,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

A hot tear rolled off your cheek as you answered, a broken laugh, “I did fall from the sky once.”

There were so many unspoken words, so many questions you had for him, but in this moment you couldn’t bring yourself the say the three words that burned at your lips so desperately. They instead came from his.

“I missed you.”

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The fire burned low by the time the morning sun peeked between the trees. You were exhausted, your eyes burning to close. The night shift was always the hardest, but it wasn’t as bad with Murphy. The two of you had passed the hours in ceaseless conversation. At first it was only a lot of his snarky jokes and a lot of rolled eyes in return from you, but as the moon made its path across the sky you found yourself telling him things you didn’t share with anyone.

The forest was far from quiet, the trees seeping with sounds of birds and bugs, but a period of silence passed between you and your watch partner. You had propped up against each other sometime during the night and your shoulders were still brushing now. His eyes no longer swept the tress but rested on you.

“What?”

“You know how people do dumb things when they’re tired?” Murphy asked. You nodded, confusion still clouding your face. “I’m going to do something really dumb.”

You were too tired to read between lines or play guessing games, but you didn’t have to wait very long for an explanation. His fingers curled around your chin, guiding your lips to his. Your hands were clumsy with exhaustion but they found their way to the collar of his jacket, pulling him in closer to you.

It set the two of you off balance and he had to throw an arm around you and plant the other in the ground to keep you from toppling over. He smiled into the kiss and you couldn’t help but laugh and relish in the feel of his body against yours.

“You should be dumb more often.”

“You think so?” he asked, the callused mask long broken off his face to reveal the boyish smile underneath. His forehead pressed to yours and you answered by drawing him into another kiss.