#olderblake

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zombie au with @olderblake

      it’s been too long since she’s seen another person, felt their hand upon her skin or their voice. she hadn’t always been alone, she’d been with others and how she had managed to get split up from the one person who she wouldn’t let out of her sights she didn’t know ( ---- that’s stupid, of course she knew how it happened ).

     gina martin would do anything for bellamy blake, to see him genuinely smile - something he hadn’t done in a long time. she’d been with him since the beginning, since this whole shit storm had happened. she remembers him telling her his plan to travel across the country to get to octavia, to get her back and safe to him and how he was going to do it alone. her laugh had been bitter, stupidly high pitched and genuine ( the look on his face had been priceless ). and ever since, she had stuck with him, watched his back, acquired new people on the way. her trusting nature sometimes got the better of them, and bellamy’s tough guy act was easy for her to break after a while. but now? she just wanted him to shout at her, tell her that trusting people would get them nowhere because it was true.

     she’d run towards the hoard, slipped away when the group wasn’t looking and acted as a distraction. she needed them to be safe ------ HIM to be safe. she’d hidden out under a dumpster for several days before the hoard had passed and now she had no clue as to where they had gone.

    baseball bat swings by her side as tired eyes follow the trees in front of her. her feet ache from walking non-stop and her stomach rumbled from lack of food. she had a large and rather nasty cut upon her forehead from a run in with some bandits ( which she had managed to kill before anything bad could happen ), but she was losing blood and blood was important for the human body.

     she was sure it was the heat, or maybe the fact half her blood was splattered upon her face, but she could make out some figures just meters in front of her. she raises her weapon, blood strained and covered in bits of rotting flesh. her body was so tired, her hand shook from the mere weight of the bat within her grasp. they were huddled around a fire, tents littering the ground.

                                                                   a campsite.

          she edges closer, readying to attack for food. however, a familiar voice catches her attention. she catches the dark hair before the moon reflected off familiar skin and freckles. blinking away exhaustion, she had to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. bat falls to the ground, impact cushioned by leaves before she’s breaking out into a sprint. she’s sure he doesn’t see her, but she doesn’t care as her body collides with his so hard they topple over onto the muddy grounder, arms wrap around him tightly and she never wants to let go of him again.

                                     “ i found you. i really found you. “

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      she been awake for far too long, sleep was something that didn’t come easily to her now. she was usually plagued with nightmares of her first kill and everything that had happened after that. sometimes, she’d drift to sleep only to wake up in a cold sweat, fear tickling her skin at the thought of something .... SOMEONE coming for her like the mountain men had. she could still feel the cold blade against her skin, still feel the breath leave her every time she thought about it. tonight was one of those nights.

     being in the mountain didn’t exactly help. it was cold, dark and smelled weird. to her, it wasn’t home but home had been compromised ( but then again, her home was where ever bellamy was ). gina martin was too nice to seek out help, sure that everyone would be asleep and she wasn’t prepared to wake anyone up. they needed their sleep and she could suffer silently. however, gina’s confused when her walk is suddenly interrupted by several angry voices ( even if they are hushed in an attempt to stay quiet ). brow knit together as she draws around the corner, bambi brown eyes falling upon a frustrated bellamy, some kid she had never seen before against the wall. swallowing thickly, she knew she should have left them, she should have just pretended not to see whatever was going on but she couldn’t BRING herself to do that.

    instead, the auburn haired girl moves swiftly towards the two males, hand coming up to lower bellamy’s raises fist, yet her eyes were upon the younger male, “ i suggest you think before picking a fight. i mean, if we really wanted to, we could hand your arse to pike. “ her voice is drawn out, obviously too tired to ask questions at this point. she then turns to bellamy, look cold and stern, “ as for you, blake. you should really control your temper. this is a rebellion, and if you can’t deal with one kid, you can’t deal with this. “ her hand drops before she’s walking past the pair, leaving them to fight if they wishes.

    she can’t help but let her lip curl up softly as she hears the familiar patter of feet behind her, “ ------ don’t even THINK about starting shit with me, bellamy. i’m not in the mood and i’m so tired i will not hesitate to shut you up with my fist. “ she tells him, eyes not moving from the floor, feet not coming to a halt.

@olderblake

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     anyone with two eyes and a brain could tell they were made for each other - could tell that bellamy blake and gina martin were SOUL MATES. he was everything she knew back to front, inside out. she knew where his scars were and how he got them, how he disliked his freckles ( but god how she loved them ). they’d always been connected, ever since they were children and he had made himself known within her life. she’d grown attached and not in the cheesy clingy way but a chemical way which you just couldn’t deny that you were meant for someone. and gina was MEANT for bellamy. she knew it, he knew it ------ the whole dang world knew it.

     however, after the government filed for them to take the test everything .... changed. the redhead sits on the sofa, awaiting bellamy’s return from work, piece of paper in her hand. it was cold upon her fingers, like a dead weight she wanted to shift but didn’t know how. there was a tightening in her chest every time she tried to breath and as she heard the front door shut, she shot to her feet.

      for a moment, she ignored the words upon the paper, just glad that he was home ( she always missed him when he was gone ). the auburn haired girl with bambi eyes, wrapped her arms around bellamy’s muscular figure, breathing in his musk as if it were the last time she would do it before drawing back, a sad smile upon her lips ( but a smile none the less ). thumb grazes his cheek lightly before pulling him closer to press a soft kiss upon his cheek.

            “ we need to talk. “ she begins, taking a step back and pulling the now crumpled piece of paper from her back pocket, “ it’s the results ------- “ sigh, “ bell. we ------ you’re soulmate is someone called emori de adzone ---- whoever she is. “

@olderblake for the soulmate au

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@olderblake

       it’s been a while since gina had seen or been around bellamy blake. they had been on the right track, getting better after their argument and after everything that had happened but they weren’t completely fixed ... not yet. the redhead girl had been in one of the last groups to leave arkadia after pike’s act of violence against those who disagreed with him. he wasn’t marcus and people didn’t like that - they didn’t like change. arkadia was split and friends were now foes. the girl wanders through the moutain, it’s familiar to her now, after all the supply runs. her eyes are down upon the piece of paper in her hand - a map and thus, her body is colliding with someone elses, causing her to stumble back just a little. chocolate hues fall upon that she had bumped into, small smiling curling her lips. broad shoulders, shaggy dark hair in need of a cut, a jacket that fitted almost too perfectly, “ ---- bell. i’m sorry, i guess i wasn’t paying attention.” she’s flustered, everything rushing back to her now - the feelings, the small touches, the glances between them. she clears her throat before continuing, “ shouldn’t you be with clarke or murphy?”

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@olderblake

She’d waited until his shift was over, waited until dinner was passed, until she could catch him alone. She’d been watching him from around corners and across the camp all day, toying with the idea of doing this. Some hours she’d chicken out, go back to the gardens or her bed, but she always hopped back up and went to find him again, though she’d convinced herself waiting until that night was a strategy, instead of the procrastination it really was. 

There was no going back if she did this. If his eyes changed, turned from kind indulgence to suspicious distrust, there would be no changing that. There would be no coming back from that change. Her loyal devotion to Bellamy and the others, it could be damaged permanently. 

But she wanted him to know. Needed him to know. So she came loping up a little too fast, skidded a little too quickly to a stop right in front of him, looked up at him with slightly too desperate eyes. “Hey Bellamy. Can I talk to you for a second? It’s not about guard, I swear. It’ll only take a second.” 

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@olderblake

She didn't really have any reason for going to find Bellamy, other than her usual request to join him on a patrol. It hadn't worked yet, and while she could try to guilt him into taking her by pointing out how unsafe she felt when he and everyone were out of camp and she was mostly alone, it felt not only wrong to use that against him, but it felt wrong to admit any kind of weakness around camp. Weakness was dangerous here. Not that it hadn't been back in space, but it was especially dangerous here, especially dangerous now.

She spotted him near the gate, and trotted the last few paces over, smiling a bribery smile, holding up an apple. She'd already eaten one and while they were a little hard to come by, she'd managed to swipe one from the plate of a Mountain dweller from the dining hall, so she had sweetness to spare. "I brought you food in a bribery attempt to get you to take me with you this time."

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( @olderblake )

Still sporting smudged war paint, armour and a litany of bruises and small cuts (a small miracle really, considering what could have happened in battle) Octavia walks towards her brother, and stands beside him. They make quite the contrasting pair, him in his guard uniform, her still dressed as a grounder would. It makes her realise how their paths have diverged. The thought saddens her for a moment, and then more so knowing that Gina was injured by the mountain men they’d fought off. She has never hated anyone more, except maybe Jaha, for she doesn’t know how anyone could want to hurt Gina. “Bell,” she says, voice weary as she turns to look at him. Any adrenaline she’d gained had long worn off, leaving only a weariness that set in her bones. As she looks at him, she’s not sure what he’ll make of all of this. “I had to do go with them. I couldn’t stay here, and wait.” She explains pre-emptively, hoping to avoid any brother lectures but her effort is probably in vain. 

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with:  @olderblake

        Gina didn’t know what time she had fallen asleep or how long she had been asleep for. All she knew was she awoke in a cold sweat, breathless and she found it hard to catch her breath. Her head hurt more than it usually did and her hand went to her temple, trying to soothe the headache that felt like her skull was caving in on itself. The nightmares were usual now and she’d been told by the nurses that she’d wriggle and kick in her sleep so much that they worried her stitches would come undone ( and they had once but it wasn’t as bad as they thought it could have been ). Squeezing her eyes shut, she lay in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was her usual routine now - Abby wouldn’t allow her to leave until she was better. Kane refused to let her do things for herself because she needed rest. Wick came every now and again and Octavia seemed to be the only one to really let her do anything ( and even then she was under supervision ). She hadn’t really caught sight of the figure beside her until she sat up a little, wincing at the dull pain in her abdominal and leaning over to grab the glass of water beside her. That’s when she spotted him and the pain in her stomach soon moved to create a new pain in her chest. In all his glory and shining light, he sat beside her bed. It had been the closest she had been to him since their argument a few months ago and quite honestly, she was taken back a little by his presence. She was still convinced he hated her, so why was he there? Why did he care to come and see her? Clearing her throat was something that could never be subtle, even for Gina, “----- Bellamy.”