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Octavia being skairipa and blodreina has a chokehold on me. I don't support all that she did as blodreina, but my god...
Shared Fate Pt. 2 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)
Pt 1. I Pt. 2
Plot: Grounder Reader is furious with Bellamy’s decision to help lead an attack against Trikru Warriors protecting Arkadia from a possible Azgeda attack. They fight and then part ways.
Warnings: Violence, murder, gore, suicide(?), angst
Ps. I don’t own any of The 100 characters!
“I love you. May we mee-t a-agai..n.”
My voice barely exists anymore.
It feels like it’s being pulled away from me, piece by piece, like even my words are leaving before I can finish them.
My vision flickers.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
The sky above me is too bright, too unfairly peaceful. Soft clouds drift across it like nothing in the world is wrong, like people aren’t dying just beyond where I can see.
My chest tightens.
My heart feels… slow.
Wrong.
Like it forgot how to keep going.
A muffled voice cuts through everything.
“Hang in there, Y/N!”
Bellamy.
It takes effort, too much effort, to turn my head toward him.
That’s when I realize I’m not on the ground anymore.
I’m in his arms.
His grip is tight, desperate, like he’s afraid I’ll slip out of existence if he loosens even a little. Cloth is pressed firmly against my stomach, wrapped around the sword still lodged inside me, trying to hold me together.
Every step he takes jolts pain through my body.
But it’s fading.
Everything is fading.
“Come on, Y/N,” Bellamy says, voice breaking. “We’re almost there. Just-just stay with me.”
I try to focus on him.
His face is blurred at the edges.
But I see his eyes.
Red.
Wet.
Terrified.
I’ve never seen him like this before.
Not even during war.
Not even when he thinks he’s losing control.
This is different.
This is fear that has nowhere to go.
He looks away for a second, then shouts ahead, “Open the gates! Call Abigail Griffin! Y/N is hurt!”
The world lurches.
We’re moving faster now.
The gates of Arkadia come into view, slowly sharpening through my failing vision. Figures gather, too many of them, watching, whispering, not understanding what’s happening.
I hear my name.
I hear questions.
I hear panic.
Bellamy doesn’t slow down.
He pushes through all of it like I’m the only thing keeping him upright.
The gates open.
Bright light floods in.
And suddenly there’s chaos.
People rushing.
Boots pounding.
A stretcher being dragged forward.
“Here!” someone shouts. “Over here!”
Dr. Griffin.
Abigail Griffin.
Bellamy lowers me carefully, but even careful hurts. My body reacts instantly, pain flaring so sharply I gasp.
“Crap-sorry,” he says quickly, voice shaking as he holds my hand like it’s the only thing anchoring him to reality.
I try to squeeze back.
I’m not sure if I succeeded.
Everything is slipping.
They lift me onto the stretcher, and the movement nearly sends me back into darkness.
“Keep pressure on the wound,” Dr. Griffin orders immediately. “We’re moving her to surgery now.”
Bellamy doesn’t let go of my hand.
He walks beside the stretcher as we move through the halls.
Fast.
Too fast.
Lights blur overhead.
Voices echo.
My body feels like it’s no longer fully mine.
“Grounder sword…” Dr. Griffin mutters as she examines me quickly. “What the hell happened out there?”
Bellamy’s voice cracks instantly.
“I couldn’t stop him.”
My fingers twitch weakly in his hand.
“I couldn’t stop Pike.”
The name feels heavy even through the fog.
“I should’ve listened to you and Kane,” he says, breath uneven. “This…this was wrong. And now Y/N is suffering because of my mistakes.”
His grip tightens.
Like he’s trying to keep me here by force alone.
“You have to heal her,” he says suddenly, looking up at Dr. Griffin, desperation breaking through every word. “She can’t die. Not like this.”
There’s a pause.
Dr. Griffin’s face hardens, professional but tense.
“I’ll do everything I can,” she says. “But she’s lost a dangerous amount of blood. We don’t know the full extent of the damage yet.”
I feel the stretcher stop.
Hands around me.
Bright lights overhead.
Machines being wheeled closer.
Bellamy still hasn’t let go.
“There’s also a risk,” Dr. Griffin continues, “that she wakes up during surgery. We don’t have enough anesthesia. We’ll move quickly, but-”
“Just save her,” Bellamy interrupts.
His voice breaks completely.
“Please.”
That word hangs in the air longer than anything else.
A nurse gently touches his arm.
“You need to wait outside.”
Bellamy shakes his head immediately.
“No.”
“Bellamy,” Dr. Griffin says more firmly now.
“I said no.”
His hand tightens around mine one last time.
I try to look at him.
My vision is almost gone now.
But I see him leaning closer.
Like he can hold me here by being near enough.
“I’m right here,” he whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The last thing I feel clearly is his hand squeezing mine.
Then—
Warmth.
Heavy.
Everything going quiet.
And then nothing.
Pain rips through me like fire.
I gasp.
A scream tears out of my throat before I can stop it.
My body jerks violently against restraints I didn’t realize were there.
“Hold her down!” someone shouts. “She’s waking up. She’s going to tear the stitches!”
Arms pin me down. Hands. Voices.
Too many.
I try to fight it.
I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s happening. I just know it hurts.
Everything hurts.
“Almost done!” Dr. Griffin calls. “Stay with me, Y/N!”
But I can’t. The pain surges again and my vision collapses into black.And I let it take me.
Light returns slowly.
Soft.
Blinding.
Unkind.
I blink.
Once.
Twice.
The room comes into focus in fragments: metal walls, sterile light, machines humming quietly beside me.
My body feels heavy.
Wrong.
Like it’s been put back together badly.
I try to move.
Pain immediately warns me not to.
A low groan escapes me anyway.
“You’re awake?”
The voice snaps my attention forward.
Bellamy.
He’s sitting beside me.
Staring at me like I’m something impossible.
Like I shouldn’t be here.
My throat is dry when I try to speak.
“…Yeah.”
My voice is barely there.
I try to sit up.
Immediately, his hand presses gently to my shoulder.
“No, slow. You’ll rip your stitches.”
Stitches.
That word settles heavily in my chest.
I try again anyway, slower this time, and he helps me carefully until I’m upright enough to breathe properly.
Everything hurts.
But I’m alive.
That realization is slow to land.
“How long…” I swallow. “How long was I asleep?”
Bellamy exhales shakily.
“About a week.”
A week.
My eyes drift around the room.
Too clean.
Too quiet.
Not Trikru.
Not home.
Not the camp.
My stomach tightens.
“…How many dead?” I ask.
Silence.
Bellamy looks down at his hands.
Already I know.
But I still say it.
“How many of my people died that night?”
His jaw tightens.
He doesn’t look up when he answers.
“All of them.”
My breath stops.
“All 300 warriors.”
The words don’t feel real.
They just echo.
Over.
And over.
And over.
My eyes squeeze shut immediately, but it doesn’t stop anything. It just makes it worse.
Because now I see it anyway.
I see them.
I see the camp.
I see the fire.
I see the bodies.
“…Indra?” I force out.
My voice cracks on her name.
It’s the only thing holding me together.
Bellamy doesn’t answer right away.
That’s worse than anything he could say.
My fingers curl slightly against the blanket beneath me.
“Bellamy.” My voice sharpens, weaker but more desperate. “Tell me.”
His throat moves like he’s trying to swallow something too large.
“…She’s alive.”
The words hit me like a delayed breath.
I don’t even realize I’ve been holding air until it comes rushing back into my lungs in a shaky gasp.
“Where?” I whisper immediately.
“In custody,” he says quietly. “She’s being treated.”
My eyes close for a second.
Alive.
Indra is alive.
Something inside me unclenches just enough to keep me from falling apart completely.
But only just.
Because everything else is still gone.
I open my eyes again slowly.
Bellamy is watching me like he’s waiting for permission to exist in the same space.
Like he knows he doesn’t deserve to be here.
My voice is quieter now.
“What happened after?”
He hesitates.
That hesitation tells me more than the answer ever could.
“…Pike ordered it,” he finally says. “We thought—he said they were a threat. That they were going to attack Arkadia.”
My laugh is hollow.
It comes out before I can stop it.
“A threat,” I repeat.
Bellamy flinches.
“I tried to stop him,” he says quickly. “I did. But—”
“But you didn’t,” I cut in.
Silence.
That lands between us like a blade.
I stare at him properly now.
Really look at him.
Blood is gone from his skin now, but it’s still there in my memory. On his hands. On everything.
“You were there,” I say slowly. “You stood there while my people died.”
His jaw tightens.
“I didn’t know it would turn into that.”
“You didn’t know,” I echo softly.
My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the blanket.
“You didn’t know they would be asleep,” I whisper. “You didn’t know they would die without even lifting a weapon.”
His eyes close briefly.
“I know,” he says hoarsely. “I know that doesn’t fix it.”
“No,” I say.
My voice gets smaller.
“It doesn’t.”
The silence after that is unbearable.
The room hums with machines and nothing else.
Then the door opens.
Neither of us looks immediately.
But I feel it.
Octavia.
She stops the moment she sees me awake.
Then she sees Bellamy.
Then her expression changes in a way I’ve never seen before.
Not anger.
Not shock.
Something colder.
Something final.
“…So it’s true,” she says quietly.
Bellamy straightens slightly.
“Octavia—”
“Don’t.”
One word.
Sharp enough to cut him off completely.
She steps into the room fully, her gaze never leaving him.
“You did this,” she says.
Bellamy shakes his head once.
“I didn’t pull the trigger.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she snaps immediately. “You were there.”
Silence.
She turns toward me then.
Her voice softens slightly, but only for me.
“Y/N…”
I can’t meet her eyes for long.
I look away.
Because if I look at her too long, I might break completely.
“I tried to stop it,” Bellamy says again, voice strained. “I tried—”
“You followed Pike,” Octavia interrupts. “You helped him. You stood there while he slaughtered sleeping people.”
Bellamy doesn’t deny it this time.
That’s what makes it real.
Octavia’s voice shakes now.
“She trusted you.”
That lands heavier than anything else.
I feel it in my chest.
Like something collapsing.
I swallow hard.
“Get out,” I say.
The room goes silent.
Bellamy looks up immediately.
“What?”
I don’t look at him.
“I said get out.”
My voice is firmer this time, even though my body isn’t.
“I don’t want you here.”
“Y/N—”
“Get out,” I repeat, louder.
It hurts to speak.
Everything hurts.
But not as much as looking at him right now.
Octavia watches silently, breathing uneven.
Bellamy takes a step closer.
“I know you hate me,” he says quietly. “But I’m not leaving you like this.”
My hands curl tighter into the blanket.
“You already did,” I whisper.
That stops him.
Completely.
For the first time, he has no answer.
No excuse.
No argument.
Just silence.
Octavia looks between us, her jaw tight.
Then she says softly, almost broken—
“Go.”
Bellamy looks at her.
Then back at me.
Something in his face cracks.
But he still doesn’t move.
“I’ll come back,” he says.
I finally look at him then.
And my voice is barely audible when I answer.
“Don’t.”
That word is worse than a scream.
He freezes.
For a second, it looks like he might argue again.
But he doesn’t.
Not this time.
Slowly, Bellamy steps back.
Then again.
He hesitates at the door.
Like he’s waiting for me to change my mind.
I don’t.
Octavia doesn’t either.
Finally, he leaves.
The door shuts behind him with a quiet final click.
And the silence that follows is worse than anything before it.
For a second, I don’t move.
I can’t.
My chest feels too tight, like my ribs forgot how to expand properly.
Octavia is still standing there, frozen halfway between anger and grief, like she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be anymore.
Neither do I.
Then it hits.
All of it.
Not slowly.
Not gently.
All at once.
My breath catches.
My hands shake.
And suddenly I’m not just in a medical bed anymore.
I’m there again.
The camp.
The screams.
The firelight on faces that trusted me.
“Y/N-” Octavia starts, stepping forward.
I break.
A sound comes out of me that I don’t even recognize as human.
I turn my face away instantly, shoulders shaking as the first sob tears through me.
“No-no, no, no…”
My voice keeps cracking like it can’t decide if it wants to exist or disappear.
Octavia is beside me in a second.
Careful hands steady my shoulder, but I flinch anyway.
“They’re gone,” I choke out. “They’re all gone.”
Octavia doesn’t answer.
She just sits there with me.
Letting it happen.
My breathing turns uneven, jagged.
“I told them…” I gasp between breaths. “I told them Skaikru was different. I told them they wouldn’t- they wouldn’t-...”
My voice breaks completely.
“They trusted me.”
That’s what ruins me.
That word.
Trusted.
My hands curl into the blanket so hard it hurts.
“I brought them there,” I whisper. “I brought them to die.”
Octavia pulls me closer carefully.
“No,” she says firmly. “No, Y/N. That’s on him. That’s on Pike. Not you.”
But I shake my head immediately.
Because I can’t accept that.
Not yet.
Not when it feels like my fault is written into every breath I take.
Outside the room, Bellamy stops walking.
He doesn’t mean to.
He just does.
The hallway is dim, empty except for the faint hum of Arkadia’s systems.
But he hears it.
Not clearly.
Not every word.
But enough.
A broken sob.
My voice.
And then Octavia’s.
Bellamy goes completely still.
His hand presses against the wall without him realizing it.
Inside the room, my voice rises again, more broken than before.
“I should’ve died there,” I whisper. “I should’ve stayed with them.”
Octavia’s grip tightens instantly.
“No,” she says, firmer now. “Don’t you say that.”
But I can’t stop.
“It would’ve been better,” I choke out. “They wouldn’t have been alone.”
My voice breaks completely.
“I don’t know how to live with this.”
The words hang in the air like something irreversible.
Bellamy exhales sharply outside the door.
Like something inside his chest just gave out.
His hand lifts slightly toward the door—
stops—
falls back to his side.
He doesn’t go in.
He doesn’t speak.
He just stands there for one more second, listening to you fall apart behind metal walls he can’t undo.
Then he turns away.
And walks.
Not because he’s leaving you.
But if he stays, he will never be able to leave at all.
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A/N: I feel my creative juices working~~~ Some people have been waiting a LONG time for this... I'm so sorry but I am back and will be continuing this series. I will be updating this series at least once a week but will also be releasing some new stuff I've been working on! Thank you for the love and support! Lmk what you think of this chapter! You can add yourself to my taglist here!
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the 100 mood boards ↠ grounder clans trikru — woods clan
Hello fellow The 100 enjoyers! I made this map of the Coalition borders and figured I'd share. It's not perfectly to scale or anything but this has been my headcanon for a while now. I'd be interested to hear what anyone thinks of it so below the cut I'll ramble about my reasoning if anyone is curious!
The world of The 100: Chapter 1, The Commander
Hello everyone! I’m here to talk about a subject I rarely really dive into, but this is something that always bugged me. In the “The 100” show, we’re firstly introduced to the Grounders already in season 1 of course, and since that beginning, we’ve heard about “The Commander”. Later in season 2, we found out that the Grounders are divided between 12 clans (not counting the Skaikru), and they are ruled by one nightblida Commander who can be from any clan.
Everything was fine until this, but the problem begins in season 3, when they tell us that Lexa was actually the one who created the coalition between the clans, so my question is, if before Lexa the clans were all separated and at war among themselves, what exactly is the Commander for?
It’s not like they have outside enemies apart from Mount Weather, but they never really fought against Mount Weather, so it can’t be counted as this “Greater enemy”, so why they even have a Commander? We know that Azgeda killed Costia, and they were never officially punished for that, exactly because at the time, the coalition didn’t exist.
There are another things in The 100 that just doesn’t make sense, and I’m not even talking about the last few season, which were terrible, but I plan to approach those inconsistencies in another post. For now, I’m staying with this one.
That’s it, fellas, see ya in my next fictional rampage.
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