summary: It was supposed to be just a routine hunt for food. She even offered to do it. But she got ambushed and now she’s in the middle of nowhere, bleeding out with no one to help her. Meanwhile back at the camp, when she’s still not returning to his dislike, Bellamy starts to worry.word count: 3,3k
warnings: mentions of blood, descriptions of fighting, cursing, near death experience, angst
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, bonus part
That morning began with an unfamiliar peace. No shouting. No chaos. Just her and silence. It was pretty early in the morning, everyone still asleep. Well, most of them. She spotted Bellamy and Clarke sitting outside, eating what seemed like breakfast. “You two? Sitting in silence, eating together?” she raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips “Now, that's something I thought I'll never witness.”
“Well, good morning to you too. Care to join us?” Clarke gestured to the empty spot beside her. “What’s on today’s agenda?” the other blonde girl asked, snagging a piece of bread from Clarke’s plate without asking. “Mhm, we need food,” Bellamy muttered, not looking up from his plate. “ I can handle that,” she answered, tilting her head studying the boy in front of her. “I’ll grab my gear and head out.
His eyes lifted, sharp and direct, “No.”
That was Bellamy Blake - unreadable as ever. One day, he treated her like a trusted ally, an equal, someone whose opinion mattered. The next day? He shut her out like a stranger. She hated how inconsistent he was with her. Hated how he made her care. And maybe, just maybe, deep down she hated how she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about him.
But she hasn’t resolved those feelings, not yet. “Excuse me?”
“You are not going for a hunt alone,” he stood up. “I didn’t say anything about going alone,” she protested. “Come on, I know you. You want to. You’d rather face a mountain lion than ask anyone to tag along” Clarke watched in amusement. These two were a mystery to her. They were leaders along her side, making the difficult decisions, helping each other. One day they seemed fine and the next day? It felt like they were gonna slit each other's throats.
“And it’s working just fine for me, isn’t it,” she followed as he started to walk away. “I move faster solo, cover more ground. You need food? That’s how it’s done.”
“This is not about the food,” he snapped, turning to face her fully. “It’s about you coming back in one piece.” She looked at him furious. “Oh, so now you care?”
“Don’t twist my words, princess,” he warned. She exhaled, trying not to kill him on spot. “Look, I get that you’re all in ‘protect the camp’ mode 24/7, but I am capable and I’ve done this way too many times for you to question my abilities.”
“And every damn time, you act like it’s a solo mission. Like no one gets to risk their life but you,” he said sharply. “You think being alone makes you stronger, almost invincible.”
“And you think hovering over everyone makes you in control,” she snapped back, “but you can’t control me Bellamy. You never could.” And that…? That hit harder than she intended. She was so mad at him, firing back without thinking first. His face shifted and she couldn’t read him anymore.
Clarke, still sitting nearby, raised a brow and muttered under her breath, “Here we go again…”
Bellamy ignored her, “You don’t go, unless someone goes with you.” She stepped closer to him, voice quieter, “And I’m serious too. I need to get out, just for a few hours. Clear my head, breathe.” He didn’t say anything, just watched her. “I’ll be careful,” she added, “I swear. And I’ll be back by noon. Just… trust me.”
That of all things, seemed to do it. He signed, defeated, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine, whatever. But if you’re not back by noon…”
“Yeah, I know the drill, you’ll send a search party,” she finished for him. “No. I’ll come find you myself, princess,” he said, deadly serious. She never heard this tone from him before, not directed at her. She swallowed hard, then just rolled her eyes. “Always so dramatic, Blake.” With that she turned, heading off to gather her gear.
He just kept standing there looking after her. “So,” Clarke said behind him, “will you ever have the guts to tell her?” He didn’t say anything, just walked away. She just shook her head and followed. Some things never change.
Two hours. That’s how long she’d been out there. And all she had to show for was a small rabbit that would barely feed three people, maybe four if luck was on their side. It wasn’t looking so good, so she made a decision to go deeper into the woods. It wasn’t a smart decision, she was well aware of that, too far from the camp, too close to unknown danger. But hunger didn’t care about caution. And she needed to prove something. To herself, to Bellamy, to everyone who thought that she couldn’t handle things on her own.
As she was walking between the trees she heard a branch crack. Until that moment the woods were silent, heavy with tension. She spun, her heart in her throat. A male steps into the view, holding a machete in one hand. He seems dangerous, even brutal, face painted. “Skaikru,” he spits that word like a venom. He smiles. The kind of smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Two more come out of the shadows, following him. Three of them. Her stomach dropped.
Grounders.
Then the one holding machete chargers. She ducks the first swing instinctively, her foot setting solidly as she slams her shoulder into his side but he barely moves. In a blur, he grabs her by the arm and throws her into the nearest three. It hurts, but she forces herself back up.
She takes out a dagger and throws it at him, missing him by a few inches. She’s well aware of the fact that she won’t be able to overpower them, but needs to outsmart them.
The second one comes at her fast. She sidesteps just in time, kicking his leg out from under him. He hits the ground with a scary grunt. The third swinged a short spear at her. She twisted back, avoiding the tip as it sliced the air.
They circled her, closing in. They trade blows. She tries to be faster - elbow to one's face, then a low kick to the knee of the other one. Her opponents grunts. Staggered, one grabs her by her wrist and swings her into another tree. It leaves bloody marks on her arm and she winces in pain.
The little fighter twists, knees him in the ribs, grabs the machete handle. But he’s faster, wrenches it back, slicing the air between them.
Breathing hard, bruised, they circle each other again. After a single second she lunges, barehanded. Grabs the nearest branch. She swung - he blocked. It was enough. She slams the sharp end into his guts. He gasps.
With a victorious smile she gets distracted leaving him with an opportunity. Flash of metal. Pain exploded in her stomach. He stabbed her. Low, below the ribs. She bites down a scream, eyes wide. Silence. “You shouldn’t have come alone,” he whispers into her ear and then pulls the blade free and steps back, blood dripping from the metal.
She drops to one knee, clutching the wound. Her attackers back into the shadows and disappear like ghosts. She tries to stand up but her legs give out.
“Is she back yet?” Bellamy’s rough voice cut through the quiet camp. Clarke looked up from her notebook, where she was probably drawing something or maybe someone, “No,” she said, glancing towards the woods. “I haven’t seen her come in.”
Bellamy’s jaw clenched. He looked up at the sky, the sun was hanging high. It was already past noon. Where the hell is she? She promised she’d be back, she promised. “Fuck,” he muttered, “She always has to do things in her own way. Stubborn.” he reminded himself.
Clarke closed the notebook she had in her hands, putting it next to her. She picked up on the visible tension in his voice. “Bellamy,” she tried to soothe him, “You know how she is. Our little huntress, she probably caught some fresh tracks and got lost in the chasing game. She’ll be back soon.” But he couldn’t share Clarke’s optimism. Something felt off, he felt it in his guts, “No, something’s wrong.”
Clarke stood up, her eyes locked on him, “You don’t know that.”
“I do, Clarke,” he snapped. He was frustrated, but it started to turn into guilt. “Why did I let her go alone? She said she needed to go out and I just let her. Like a goddamn idiot." Clarke stepped closer, reaching for his arm, trying to calm him down, “She is capable, Bellamy. She’s not some helpless kid, she's a grown woman.”
“I do know that, but this place,” he stuttered, “this place doesn’t care if you are capable. There is danger lurking around every corner. Grounders, traps, unknown diseases and yet, knowing all of this, she goes out for a hunt, alone. Why? Because she still thinks being alone makes her look stronger.” Clarke stared at him for a second. “She just wants to prove herself,” she said gently, “To you. To everyone.”
The dark haired boy didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched, he looked out into the woods, like she could appear any minute. But she didn’t. “She doesn’t need to prove anything,” he said quietly, “Not to me.” And without another word, he turned. “Monty!” he shouted, already heading toward the supply tent. “Gear up, we’re going after her.” Monty didn’t question it. “On it.”
Each step was becoming harder than the last one. She dragged herself through the forest, catching on roots and rocks, but she barely noticed anymore. Her only goal was to get back to the camp, to him. Her surroundings had blurred into shades of green and brown, distant and unreal. She felt like she was drowning - too slow, too heavy, too quiet.
Her hand pressed tightly to her stomach, red liquid leaking through her fingers. Blood. She couldn’t tell for how long she had been walking. Time didn’t make sense anymore. The pain was replaced by numbness. That wasn’t a good sign.
She stumbled over a fallen branch and barely caught herself. A painful scream caught up in her throat. Her body was screaming at her to rest, to just lie down. But she kept going. She had to, because if she didn’t, there would be no getting back up.
Her mind drifted. Not to the pain, nor her wound, not even the danger that still lurked in the shadows. It drifted to him. Bellamy Blake. Stubborn, sometimes arrogant, infuriating, always thinking he knew best. And yet, always there.
She heard his voice from that morning. Reminded herself the way he’d looked at her when he told her not to go alone. She ignored his request like a little child, because she felt like she needed to prove something. They fought a lot, and yet, under every insult she could sense something that felt like care.
He drove her crazy. And sometimes - sometimes she caught him looking at her like he cared more than he let on. Like she was the only one in the room. And maybe, just maybe, she looked back the same way. Never said it, never properly named it.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Or was it a sob? She couldn’t comprehend anymore. She wanted to scream, to beg, to yell at someone, but she wasn’t able to even whisper, her lungs at their max capacity. And then suddenly her knees buckled. She fell forward, hands digging into the cold dirt. It sent a jolt of pain through her entire body. She couldn’t breathe. Looked at the path ahead of her, but there was nothing but just more trees, more silence.
She closed her eyes in defeat. I am sorry, she mouthed. Her body slumped against the base of a tree. It scraped her back, but the discomfort reminded her that she was still awake, alive. Her strength left her body like water that slips through fingers. And then - nothing.
A few moments later Ballamy and a small search party at his back were moving through the woods. They were all on high alert and armed. Bellamy was leading, moving faster than the others, eyes scanning the ground for any small clue - a trail, a footprint, a broken branch. “Bellamy!” Monty called from behind. “We’ll be able to cover more ground if we split up.”
“No!”he cut in, shaking his head. “She can’t be too far. She wouldn’t go too deep, not alone.” Oh how much was that a lie. She would. And she had.
They’d been out for almost an hour. With every step, every unanswered call of her name, the fear he felt clawed tighter at his chest.
Then, he saw it. Blood on the bark of a tree, a drag mark in the dirt. His stomach dropped. “Here!” he shouted, to let the others know of his findings. But he didn’t wait for them to catch up. He just couldn’t. His legs moved instinctively, following the trail of blood. And then - he found her.
His heart nearly stopped at the sight of her. She was leaning on the base of a tree, not too far from the camp, she was so close to making it back. One hand was limp over a wound just beneath the ribs. Blood has soaked into her shirt and into the ground beneath her. Her breathing was shallow. For a second, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. He just stood there and stared at her like she might disappear in the blink of an eye. Then instinct kicked in.
“No. No, no, no…” Bellamy dropped to his knees beside her. Hands hovering over her body, too scared to touch her. “Hey,” his voice cracked as he gently brushed the hair from her face. “Hey, look at me. Come on, open your eyes.” His fingers trembled against her cheek. She was cold to the touch.
Her eyelids fluttered weakly, her gaze barely finding him. “You came,” she whispered, but it felt like her voice wasn’t even there. “Of course I came,” he choked out with a little hint of a smile, trying to keep pressure on her wound with shaking hands. “You thought that you’ll get to play the hero alone?” A weak, broken smile tugged at her lips. “Didn’t… play a hero. Just…” it was hard to finish the sentence, her body tense, “stupid.”
“Yeah,” he slightly nodded, biting back the lump in his throat. “Yeah, you were. You’re not supposed to do this alone.” She blinked slowly, eyes drifting closed again.
“No. No, hey,” his voice rising, lightly tapping her cheek. “Stay with me. You stay with me. I swear, if you die out here, I’ll… I’ll kill you myself.” Her lips moved, “You’d miss me.”
He laughed, a broken laugh wrapped in fear and disbelief. “Yeah, yeah I would.”
Monty appeared out of nowhere, breathless. “Bellamy!” The worry spreaded across his friend's face said it all. Monty just nodded and cleared the way while Bellamy slid one arm beneath the girl’s shoulder and the other beneath her knees. He couldn’t lose her.
He forced himself to move, lifted her, her head falling against his chest. She was far too light, far too cold. Blood everywhere.
“Princess,” he whispered, his heart breaking at the sight of her, in his arms, limp. “Just… just stay with me, alright? I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” But she didn’t respond. He could hear her fading heartbeat against his chest and more panic settled in.
Her blood soaked into his shirt, warm and horrifying. It coated his hands, streaked his arms. It felt like a living nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. But he couldn’t stop, he didn’t dare to.
“You’re okay,” he whispered over and over as he carried her, like a prayer. “You’re gonna be okay. Just keep breathing. Please… don’t do this to me.”
Every step back to camp felt like endless miles. He was desperate, never looking at the trees around them, not even glancing back if the group was still with him. His eyes never left her, not once. Her lashes fluttered once, barely. He clung to that.
“You don’t get to do this to me, go out like this,” his voice was raw with emotion. “You’re too stubborn, right? You fight. That’s how you do it. So fight now, dammit,” he was almost screaming.
He felt like he was gonna break, felt responsible. And the moment the med tent came into view, his own legs almost betrayed him. But he kept going, he couldn’t stop.
She wasn’t gone. Not yet. And he’d make sure she never got that close again.
The chaos had passed. The med tent smelled like blood and antiseptic. Clarke worked relentlessly, had done everything she could. Hands worked steady, face pale. The blood haunted him, it was everywhere - on the floor, remained on his hands. He wouldn’t leave her side. He’d just stood there, frozen in the corner, useless. Once a leader, fighter, now just a boy watching someone he cared about slip away.
“She’s stable,” Clarke had told him, when she finished. “For now.” For now, those two words haunted him. He’d nearly lost her.
The tent fell into quietness, whilst Clarke had stepped out to get fresh bandages. No one saw how her hands trembled.
Bellamy remained. He sat down beside her, elbows on his knees, his bloodied hands locked together, knuckles white. Someone has to pay. He couldn’t look at her. She was always like a storm. Now she was this empty shell, so still, pale, quiet.
They faced many close calls together, there were just too many of them in this world. He’d always thought there was time. Time to figure it out, to fight a little more, to ignore the way she got under his skin. To avoid those feelings he couldn’t name every time she looked at him like he was something more. But this was different, he almost lost her this time.
He should’ve gone with her. He knew how she was when she felt caged in. He should see it coming. “Always trying to prove you’re better off on your own,” he murmured, more to the quiet than to her. “Like you’re not carrying the weight of this whole damn camp on your shoulders. Like it’s your job to bleed for everyone else.”
Monty came to check on her but also his friend. His hand rested on Bellamy’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “It’s not your fault. She made a choice. She’s not your responsibility.” Bellamy didn’t dare to look at him. “You’re wrong.”
“Why?” Monty signed. “Because she’s part of the camp? Or because you care about her more than you want anyone to know?” Bellamy didn’t answer and Monty left him alone to his thoughts.
Finally he looked up. She looked so fragile, like one wrong move would shatter her. Clarked had cleaned the wound and wrapped her torso. “You drive me insane, you know that?” No response. Just the soft rise and fall of her chest. “God, if you don’t wake up…” He couldn’t finish it.
Bellamy leaned in slowly, letting his forehead rest against the edge of the cot, just inches from her hand. He wanted to touch her, but didn’t dare to, scared of hurting her, or himself. He stayed like that, head bowed, like a man praying to a god he didn’t believe in.
“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, “I’m not ready to lose you.”
a/n: i should mention that i only watched season 1 and half of season 2 so far but lately I am obsessed with the 100 and decided that I could try and write a fanfic after a very long time. hope you'll enjoy, it's my first ever fanfic on here and also, english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance.
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they have a century long family feud and their parents hate one another, so they act like they hate each other even if they know they don't
someone makes person one believe that person two likes them and they start acting differently so now there's a huge misunderstanding
they both end up trapped/lost on an island with just the two of them after a camping trip gone wrong with a group of friends
they're both lawyers and are defending opposing sides in court (one is working for the plaintiff and the other for the defendant/one is with the prosecution and the other is working for the defendant) and there are huge clashes between the two of them due to past rivalry
one of them needs an offer from the other one so they start acting overly nice and love bombing, and it ends up working
FRIENDS TO LOVERS
person one is in need of a date for an upcoming family event because they've been lying about being with someone so they beg person two to come with them
they have to help plan a mutual friends' wedding and have to spend even more time together than usual
they start co-parenting for a pet/child they rescued together, which brings them way closer than ever before
person one has a romantic dream about person two one night, which turns things very awkward for them
person one goes through a really rough breakup with a toxic ex, leading to person two showing them what a healthy relationship looks like and they end up falling for each other
FAKE DATING/MARRIAGE
person one has been crushing on person two for ages, so they initiate a 'fake' relationship as an excuse to get closer to each other
person one is a celebrity and had a very public breakup so they want the paparazzi to stop sharing sad photos of them, hence a fake relationship
person one wants to piss their parents off by dating someone who is 'unfit' so they go to person two, looking for a fake relationship
they're both broke and know that you get a lot of gifts when you get married so they decide to go for it, even though they don't like each other that much
they're both celebrities who often get shipped so they decide to give the fans what they want to see even though they're not really together behind the scenes
both characters are gay and enter a secret lavendar marriage to hide their truth from other people like family and friends
ARRANGED MARRIAGE
one of them is only there to gather secrets and ruin the family they've married into - that was always the plan. but what happens when they begin to fall in love?
person one's ex shows up to wreck the new arranged marriage, leading to conflict between the newlyweds
person one was sold into the marriage by a family member and person two feels bad for them but they don't have a choice in any of this either
they were previously in a relationship and broke up but their parents got together and forced them to get married instead of going their seperate ways, leading to family conflict and tension
Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake
12. We Are Grounders - Part I
Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?
Show: The 100
Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC
Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.
Tags: OPEN (rest on May 28, 2026 so please request again if previously on the list)
Masterlist
Leaving Clarke, Finn and Monty out there was the last thing I wanted to do. The others had given me no choice in the matter. Deep down, I knew it was the right call. I understood why we had to go back to camp, but it still didn’t sit right with me. We’d lost enough people in the last few days and the thought of losing them too was almost too much to bear.
I was keeping myself distracted by helping Raven and Jasper set up landmines around the outside of our walls. As much as I felt like it was pointless, I knew I needed to keep a brave face for everyone else. Just because I’d lost hope didn’t mean I wanted the others to. As soon as the sun comes up, I planned to head back out there.
“Better hope those landmines work.” Bellamy spoke from behind you. “All the gunpowder we’re wasting, we could be making more grenades.”
Raven rolled her eyes. “You want to come over here and test one?”
Somehow, I managed to let out a small chuckle, earring a stern glare from Bellamy.
“Cute.” Bellamy responded. “I need this entire section mined by morning. Then you should finish the south field.”
“Wait,” Raven spoke, standing up. “I told you we’re going after Finn, Clarke and Monty in the morning.”
“And I told you, nobody leaves this camp.”
“We can’t just abandon our people.” Raven spoke, her voice hushed. “You want to lead them, show them you give a damn.”
Bellamy opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by the sound of a single gunshot. I nearly jumped out of my skin, looking around in a panic. One of the boys stood up from where he was sitting against a tree, holding his gun with shaking hands.
“Hey,” Bellamy snarled, walking towards the boy. “What the hell is the matter with you?”
“I-I’m sorry, man. I fell asleep. I’ve been on watch all day.”
Bellamy grabbed the boy by the collar of his jacket, pinning him against the tree. “We’ve all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder.”
Octavia joined us. “Bell, you’re scaring people.”
“They should be scared!” He responded. “The bomb on the bridge bought us some time, but that time is up. The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one. Clarke, Finn and Monty are gone, probably dead,” His words cut like a blade pressed to your skin. “And if you want to be next, I can’t stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive right now.”
My eyes began to swell with tears and the silence across the crowd now formed around Bellamy was deafening. He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with mine. For a second, I thought I saw a flash of regret fall across his face. If it had, it quickly vanished as he waved his hand, telling us all to get back to work before he walked away.
I turned to Raven, who looked just as heartbroken as I felt. Her eyes were fixated on Bellamy’s back, red with tears she was fighting to keep from falling. Anger filled my body as I marched after Bellamy, following him right to his tent.
By the time I entered, he was already sitting on his cot with his head in his hands. I wasn’t sure if he was ignoring me or if he hadn’t heard me enter. My resolve softened as I stared at him. I could tell in that moment that he felt just as defeated as I did.
“Bellamy-”
“Please, don’t.” He whispered, his head still in his hands. “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it right now.”
I shook my head, folding my arms across my chest. “You don’t get to lash out like that and then run away. What the hell was that? How are you so willing to give up on them after everything we’ve all been through together?”
“I’m not giving up on them, I’m just trying to keep the rest of you safe.” His voice hitched as his eyes finally met my own. “The less people we have here, keeping this place and everyone in it safe, the worse off we’ll be. We can’t help Clarke, Finn and Monty if we’re all dead.”
I knew he was right. “Listen, I understand that. I really do. It’s just your delivery that leaves much to be desired sometimes.”
Bellamy scoffed. “So I’ve been told.”
I couldn’t help but frown. This whole situation was hard on everyone. I knew that Bellamy wasn’t trying to hurt us and that he wasn’t just casting Clarke, Finn and Monty aside. Knowing that didn’t make what he said right, but I couldn’t bring myself to be truly angry about it.
“If you want everyone to stand beside you during this fight, you have to make sure they know that they aren’t expendable to you.” I spoke, stepping closer to him. “I know you don’t want us out there again, risking our lives and leaving camp vulnerable. I know you care about all of us. You’ve proven that several times over. I’m just asking that you stop putting up this wall and acting like you don’t.”
Bellamy was silent for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was contemplating what I’d said or fighting not to explode on me. The silence was louder than any scream I’d ever heard, though my heart pounding in my chest was somehow coming close.
Then he turned around, slowly, nodding as he did. His eyes lingered on the ground before finally meeting my gaze. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?” He cracked a small smile for the first time today.
“I’ll take that as you saying I’m right.” I responded, earning a small chuckle.
He quickly became serious again. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
Bellamy’s eyes shifted back to the ground. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”
His words left me speechless for a moment as I swallowed hard. “Of course you could-”
“I mean it, Athena.” He looked me in the eyes. “When I came down here, all I cared about was keeping Octavia safe. I risked everything to be here for her. Nothing else mattered, or at least, I told myself that. I tried so hard not to care but you changed everything. You gave me a second chance and you gave me a reason to fight for myself. You even made me care about a bunch of idiots. Every step of the way, I feel like I’ve messed up somehow; especially with Charlotte. If you weren’t here, I don’t think I could’ve gotten this far.”
As he spoke, I hadn’t noticed my eyes beginning to swell with tears. I quickly swiped them away, but I knew he saw them. “Bellamy, you absolutely could have. You are stronger than you think and you have a big heart.”
He stepped closer, brushing away a single tear that had escaped my previous swiping. “You showed me it was okay to care. I don’t always show it in the right way, you’re right. That’s why I need you. You keep me together. You make me stronger. I mean it, Athena… I’d be lost without you.”
As I looked into his eyes, a wave of emotions washed over me. I felt a warmth I hadn’t in almost a year. I’d known Bellamy for a short time, but at this moment, it felt like I’d known him all my life. I knew I wouldn’t be alive without him; he’d saved me that day when the acid fog almost caught me. He drove me crazy but somehow, he gave me a sense of comfort I’d never felt before.
He moved closer, placing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, taking in his scent. Everything inside of me wanted to just lean forward and kiss him. I’d been trying so hard to deny how I felt, but it was becoming nearly impossible.
“Bellamy, we might die soon.” I whispered.
“We might die soon.” He nodded.
I took a deep breath, stepping back. “If we do die, I need us to be honest with each other. I don’t care what you say, as long as it’s honest, okay?”
“Athena, where is this coming from?” Bellamy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“About last night-”
“Me and Raven?” He asked, earning a nod. “Look, that was nothing. It meant nothing, to either of us. It was stupid and it shouldn’t have happened. The last thing I ever wanted was for you to walk in on us.”
“You mean that?” I asked.
“I mean everything I’ve said to you inside this tent tonight.”
I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “Just tonight?”
Bellamy let out a small laugh. “Are you really making a joke right now?”
“Are you surprised? I always joke at inappropriate times.” I responded. “It’s part of my charm.”
“I’m being serious, Athena.” Bellamy spoke, grabbing my hands. “I need you with me tonight, okay? Whatever happens. I can’t lose you.”
I could feel my face soften at his words. “I’ll stick with you, I promise. I don’t want you to worry about me though. I need you to focus on keeping yourself safe. Then, if we survive this, I think we need to continue this conversation without death hanging over our heads.”
Bellamy nodded, smiling. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“We should get back out there and help them. Make sure everything is ready to go and everyone is ready to be where they’re needed.”
Bellamy agreed, leading the way out of the tent.
…
Before the chaos of last night, there had been some light discussion about the placement of gunners around camp. I was now working alongside Bellamy to ensure everyone had their assignments and there were no mix-ups. We were nearly certain everyone had been accounted for. Meanwhile, Raven was keeping track of where the mines were going with the help of Jasper. Monty had been working with her on the strategic placement before he’d gone missing, and she was confident she could remember each spot he’d laid out.
I was finishing up with organizing our provisions equally among the groups we were sending out when Bellamy approached me again.
“How’s it coming along?”
“Well,” I started. “If the grounders don’t kill us, starvation will.”
“Lucky us.” Bellamy responded.
“Seriously, we are going to need to figure out a plan to find food immediately after this is over. We have enough to keep us going through the fight, barley, but after that we are completely tapped out.”
Bellamy let out a sigh. “One problem at a time, okay?”
I took a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s good to think ahead, but we also need to stay focused.” Bellamy placed his hands on my shoulders.
Suddenly, Murphy’s voice came through the radio attached to Bellamy’s pants.
“You know what’ll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.”
Bellamy immediately grabbed the radio, speaking into it. “Tell Bellamy what?”
There was silence on the other end, which only made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The silence loomed for a moment before full chaos broke out.
“Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles.” Jasper’s voice was hurried before the sound of him being hit and then silence again.
Bellamy gave me a glance before springing into motion. “Murphy, what the hell are you doing?”
As we were approaching the dropship door, the creaking noise of it shutting caught our attention.
“God damn it!” I yelled, rushing towards it with Bellamy following close behind.
He began calling Murphy’s name as everyone surrounded us, no longer focused on prepping camp for the grounders.
“Open the door right now!” Bellamy demanded, pounding his fists against the metal.
“If you try to be a hero,” Murphy yelled back. “Jasper dies.”
…
It wasn’t too long before the sun filled the sky once more, with Bellamy and I still planted firmly in front of the dropship. We’d sent almost everyone back to work at this point, knowing we couldn’t entirely stop preparing for what was to come.
“What’s taking her so long?” I whispered under my breath.
“Relax,” Bellamy responded. “She’s got this.”
“The sooner the better.” I could feel the frustration seeping from my lips. “If anything happens to Jasper, I swear to God-”
The sound of hurried footsteps behind us caught my attention, with Octavia quickly joining us.
“I just heard Murphy has Jasper.” She spoke through gasping breaths.
Bellamy nodded. “South foxhole done?”
“Excuse me?” Octavia asked. “Bellamy, my friend’s in there with a killer.”
“O, look around.” Bellamy whispered. “No one’s actually working. If the grounders attack us right now, we’re all dead.”
Octavia rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Murphy! If you even touch Japser, I swear, you’re dead.”
“Octavia, I got this.” Bellamy spoke, approaching her.
“Really?” She spun back around. “It doesn’t look like you’re doing anything about it.”
From the corner of my eye, I spotted Raven sneaking around the dropship to meet with us. “Guys, you were right. There’s a loose panel on the back. If I can pop it, we can get in through the floor.”
Bellamy nodded. “Good, go for it.”
Octavia pursed her lips before whispering in Bellamy’s ear. “Sorry.”
Bellamy nodded, raising the radio to his face. “Murphy, I know you can hear me. All of our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that. You’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack and I can’t let that happen.”
“Yeah, well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly in control right now.” Murphy responded.
“Come on, Murphy.” Bellamy spoke. “You don’t want to hurt Jasper. You want to hurt me. So what do you say? How about you trade him for me?”
My eyes locked in on Bellamy, my face going pale.
“Bellamy, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.
Octavia shook her head. “This is not happening.”
“All you have to do is let him go and I’ll take his place.” Bellamy spoke.
Murphy was silent for a moment. “How?”
“Bellamy, if you do this, he’ll kill you.” Octavia whispered.
My head was spinning violently, my heart racing alongside it. Some part of me wanted to smash the radio and stop him. I knew how selfish that was, but the thought of anything happening to Bellamy was causing my stomach to turn in knots.
“If I don’t, he’ll kill Jasper.”
I knew he was right.
Without any further objections, Bellamy continued. “It’s simple. You open the door, I walk in, and he walks out.”
On Murphy’s end, there was an eerie silence. We waited for an answer, holding our breaths. Within a minute or two, the dropship door started slowly opening, causing everyone who had rejoined during all the commotion to raise their guns.
“Just you, Bellamy. Unarmed.” Murphy called out. “Ten seconds or I’ll put one in Jasper’s leg.” He then began to count down.
Octavia grabbed Bellamy’s arm. “Raven is going to find a way to get you out.”
“I can handle Murphy, just get everyone back to work.”
Before he could turn to head inside, I grabbed him, pulling him into a hug. “Please, don’t push him. Buy us some time.”
Bellamy hugged me back. “I’ll do my best.”
With that, Bellamy made his way inside the dropship. Without any hesitation, Murphy tossed Japser outside. He rolled down the ramp, Octavia rushing to his side as we all watched the door close once more.
…
Time felt like it was crawling every second Bellamy was alone with Murphy in the dropship. Soon after he’d gotten inside, two shots had gone off that Bellamy was able to communicate was a misfire. After I’d yelled at what I felt like was almost every individual delinquent, Octavia had finally sent me away to check in with Raven and Jasper who were exploring under the dropship.
Crawling inside, I noticed them both tinkering around. “What is taking you so long?”
They both hushed me, pointing up. “We’re working as fast as we can.” Raven assured me.
“Well work faster.” I spoke, feeling the tears beginning to come.
Then, there was another shot.
“We need to do this now.” Jasper whispered.
“The wires for the door are mixed in with the ignition system. Sparking the wrong one would be bad.” Raven responded.
Jasper and I remained silent, letting Raven focus. After a few moments, she turned around smiling. “I think I found it. Get outside and be ready when the door opens.”
“Thank you.” I whispered, crawling back outside with Jasper.
As we reached the front of the dropship, several more shots went off.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, freezing in place.
Before we had time to really react to that, the sound of the door opening caught our attention.
“Raven, you did it!” Jasper yelled.
I sprinted towards the door, not wanting to waste a single second. What if those gunshots had been Murphy killing Bellamy?
Several delinquents followed Jasper, Octavia and myself inside with guns raised. The second we pushed past the plastic covering the door, my face became pale. There Bellamy was, hanging from the metal rafters in the ceiling.
“Bellamy!” Octavia and I screamed in unison.
A few of us worked to get him down, with him immediately beginning to gasp for air. I untied the makeshift rope as Bellamy quickly began to sit up, screaming Murphy’s name.
“Bellamy, slow down.” I spoke, not wanting him to collapse.
He didn’t listen, rushing for the ladder and beginning to slam on the hatch leading to the upper level. He continued to scream for Murphy, threatening him. While the hatch was unlocked due to Raven cutting the power, Murphy had lodged something in the door and Bellamy was using every ounce of strength trying to break through.
Just before Bellamy could do it, an explosion shook the dropship. Several delinquents nearly fell over, with Bellamy almost losing grip of the ladder. Everything that had its place on a makeshift shelf or stool had fallen to the ground with a clash. Metal bits from the walls and upper level began to fall to the ground, leaving a few scrapes and bruises among us, including a gash on my left forearm.
“Somebody go check the walls, now!” I yelled.
As Bellamy burst through the hatch, a cloud of dust came pouring into the lower level. He remained silent, Jasper and I quickly following him up. The second my eyes reached the second level, all I felt was defeat.
I made my way over to the giant hole that had been blown through the wall of the dropship, knowing it was made with the last of the gunpowder we had for the fight.
“The guy knows how to make an exit.” Jasper spoke, the three of us watching Murphy run off into the woods. “Should we go after him?”
Murphy looked back at us for a second, smirking.
“No,” I spoke coldly. “The grounders will take care of him for us.”
Bellamy stared at me for a second. “She’s right. Instead we’re going after Clarke, Finn, and Monty.”
Jasper’s eyes lit up. “Seriously?”
“You and Raven were right. We don’t abandon our own. You said it and I should have listened but I am now.” Bellamy smiled at me. “Three guns. Just us. We can’t risk taking anyone else away from camp, especially Raven. I need her here building up our defences.”
“Not to mention Murphy just blew through the last of our gunpowder.” I mumbled.
Bellamy nodded, turning to leave.
“Bellamy, wait.” Jasper spoke up, getting his attention. “I just wanted to say…” He trailed off, his voice quiet before pulling Bellamy into a hug.
Bellamy’s face softened, giving in and hugging him back.
When Jasper pulled away, he smiled. “Long way from ‘whatever the hell you want’.”
The three of us shared a much needed chuckle, with Bellamy patting Jasper on the shoulder.
As we were about to leave, one of the delinquents called over the radio, saying that a grounder had been spotted outside our walls.
“It never ends, does it?” I mumbled as the three of us sprung into action.
By the time we made it outside, Miller was calling out from his position on the watch tower. “Everyone, calm down! It’s Clarke and Finn!”
The front gate opened and Clarke and Finn rushed inside, immediately asking about the explosion.
“Murphy happened.” Bellamy responded.
Jasper grabbed Clarke, hugging her tight. “Thank God you’re okay. Where have you been? Is Monty with you?”
“Wait, Monty’s gone?”
“Clarke, we need to leave, now. All of us do.” Finn spoke. “There’s an army of grounders unlike anything we’ve ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”
“Like hell we do.” Bellamy responded. “We knew this was coming.”
“Bell, we’re not prepared.” Octavia spoke up.
“And they’re not here yet. We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go?” Bellamy asked. “Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”
“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.”
“You saw Lincoln?” Octavia perked up.
Finn nodded.
“You expect us to trust the word of a grounder?” Bellamy huffed. “This is our home now. We built it from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind these walls and in this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away? They think that because we came from the sky, we don’t belong here but they’ve yet to realize one very important thing: we’re on the ground now, and that means that we are grounders!”
Every single delinquent was gathered around, listening intently to what Bellamy was saying. Cheers erupted, louder than any Unity Day you’d ever lived through.
“Grounders with guns, you mean!”
“Damn right!” Bellamy responded. “I say let ‘em come!”
Clarke glared at him. “Bellamy’s right. If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. That doesn’t change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight.” Her voice was unwavering, immediately taking control of the crowd. “So pack your things. Just take what you can carry, now.”
Without hesitation, everyone began to scatter. Bellamy looked at her with disappointment and honestly, I did too. Despite everything, abandoning this place felt wrong. We’d worked so hard to survive here and fortify it for tonight. All those plans we’d made now meant nothing, in exchange for heading out into the forest that they knew like the back of their hands. At least we knew our camp.
“Help me!”
I spun around, spotting Raven at the entrance of camp. She was leaning against the wall, struggling to keep herself up as she balanced on one leg while clutching her right hip with her free hand.
As we all rushed over, it clicked in our minds.
“Murphy shot her.” Jasper whispered.
“Get her into the dropship.” Clarke commanded.
Finn lifted her up, carrying her away with Jasper following.
Bellamy shook his head. “Clarke, leaving here is a mistake.” His voice was stern.
“The decision’s been made.”
“Well then we need to unmake it.” I spoke up. “This was already a shit idea and now with Raven injured? We can’t do this. We have to stand our ground.”
“Crowds make bad decisions. Just ask Murphy.” Bellamy mumbled the last part. “Leaders do what they think is right.”
Clarke swallowed hard. “I am.”
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Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake
12. We Are Grounders - Part I
Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?
Show: The 100
Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC
Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.
Tags: OPEN (rest on May 28, 2026 so please request again if previously on the list)
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Leaving Clarke, Finn and Monty out there was the last thing I wanted to do. The others had given me no choice in the matter. Deep down, I knew it was the right call. I understood why we had to go back to camp, but it still didn’t sit right with me. We’d lost enough people in the last few days and the thought of losing them too was almost too much to bear.
I was keeping myself distracted by helping Raven and Jasper set up landmines around the outside of our walls. As much as I felt like it was pointless, I knew I needed to keep a brave face for everyone else. Just because I’d lost hope didn’t mean I wanted the others to. As soon as the sun comes up, I planned to head back out there.
“Better hope those landmines work.” Bellamy spoke from behind you. “All the gunpowder we’re wasting, we could be making more grenades.”
Raven rolled her eyes. “You want to come over here and test one?”
Somehow, I managed to let out a small chuckle, earring a stern glare from Bellamy.
“Cute.” Bellamy responded. “I need this entire section mined by morning. Then you should finish the south field.”
“Wait,” Raven spoke, standing up. “I told you we’re going after Finn, Clarke and Monty in the morning.”
“And I told you, nobody leaves this camp.”
“We can’t just abandon our people.” Raven spoke, her voice hushed. “You want to lead them, show them you give a damn.”
Bellamy opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by the sound of a single gunshot. I nearly jumped out of my skin, looking around in a panic. One of the boys stood up from where he was sitting against a tree, holding his gun with shaking hands.
“Hey,” Bellamy snarled, walking towards the boy. “What the hell is the matter with you?”
“I-I’m sorry, man. I fell asleep. I’ve been on watch all day.”
Bellamy grabbed the boy by the collar of his jacket, pinning him against the tree. “We’ve all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder.”
Octavia joined us. “Bell, you’re scaring people.”
“They should be scared!” He responded. “The bomb on the bridge bought us some time, but that time is up. The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one. Clarke, Finn and Monty are gone, probably dead,” His words cut like a blade pressed to your skin. “And if you want to be next, I can’t stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive right now.”
My eyes began to swell with tears and the silence across the crowd now formed around Bellamy was deafening. He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with mine. For a second, I thought I saw a flash of regret fall across his face. If it had, it quickly vanished as he waved his hand, telling us all to get back to work before he walked away.
I turned to Raven, who looked just as heartbroken as I felt. Her eyes were fixated on Bellamy’s back, red with tears she was fighting to keep from falling. Anger filled my body as I marched after Bellamy, following him right to his tent.
By the time I entered, he was already sitting on his cot with his head in his hands. I wasn’t sure if he was ignoring me or if he hadn’t heard me enter. My resolve softened as I stared at him. I could tell in that moment that he felt just as defeated as I did.
“Bellamy-”
“Please, don’t.” He whispered, his head still in his hands. “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it right now.”
I shook my head, folding my arms across my chest. “You don’t get to lash out like that and then run away. What the hell was that? How are you so willing to give up on them after everything we’ve all been through together?”
“I’m not giving up on them, I’m just trying to keep the rest of you safe.” His voice hitched as his eyes finally met my own. “The less people we have here, keeping this place and everyone in it safe, the worse off we’ll be. We can’t help Clarke, Finn and Monty if we’re all dead.”
I knew he was right. “Listen, I understand that. I really do. It’s just your delivery that leaves much to be desired sometimes.”
Bellamy scoffed. “So I’ve been told.”
I couldn’t help but frown. This whole situation was hard on everyone. I knew that Bellamy wasn’t trying to hurt us and that he wasn’t just casting Clarke, Finn and Monty aside. Knowing that didn’t make what he said right, but I couldn’t bring myself to be truly angry about it.
“If you want everyone to stand beside you during this fight, you have to make sure they know that they aren’t expendable to you.” I spoke, stepping closer to him. “I know you don’t want us out there again, risking our lives and leaving camp vulnerable. I know you care about all of us. You’ve proven that several times over. I’m just asking that you stop putting up this wall and acting like you don’t.”
Bellamy was silent for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was contemplating what I’d said or fighting not to explode on me. The silence was louder than any scream I’d ever heard, though my heart pounding in my chest was somehow coming close.
Then he turned around, slowly, nodding as he did. His eyes lingered on the ground before finally meeting my gaze. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?” He cracked a small smile for the first time today.
“I’ll take that as you saying I’m right.” I responded, earning a small chuckle.
He quickly became serious again. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
Bellamy’s eyes shifted back to the ground. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”
His words left me speechless for a moment as I swallowed hard. “Of course you could-”
“I mean it, Athena.” He looked me in the eyes. “When I came down here, all I cared about was keeping Octavia safe. I risked everything to be here for her. Nothing else mattered, or at least, I told myself that. I tried so hard not to care but you changed everything. You gave me a second chance and you gave me a reason to fight for myself. You even made me care about a bunch of idiots. Every step of the way, I feel like I’ve messed up somehow; especially with Charlotte. If you weren’t here, I don’t think I could’ve gotten this far.”
As he spoke, I hadn’t noticed my eyes beginning to swell with tears. I quickly swiped them away, but I knew he saw them. “Bellamy, you absolutely could have. You are stronger than you think and you have a big heart.”
He stepped closer, brushing away a single tear that had escaped my previous swiping. “You showed me it was okay to care. I don’t always show it in the right way, you’re right. That’s why I need you. You keep me together. You make me stronger. I mean it, Athena… I’d be lost without you.”
As I looked into his eyes, a wave of emotions washed over me. I felt a warmth I hadn’t in almost a year. I’d known Bellamy for a short time, but at this moment, it felt like I’d known him all my life. I knew I wouldn’t be alive without him; he’d saved me that day when the acid fog almost caught me. He drove me crazy but somehow, he gave me a sense of comfort I’d never felt before.
He moved closer, placing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, taking in his scent. Everything inside of me wanted to just lean forward and kiss him. I’d been trying so hard to deny how I felt, but it was becoming nearly impossible.
“Bellamy, we might die soon.” I whispered.
“We might die soon.” He nodded.
I took a deep breath, stepping back. “If we do die, I need us to be honest with each other. I don’t care what you say, as long as it’s honest, okay?”
“Athena, where is this coming from?” Bellamy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“About last night-”
“Me and Raven?” He asked, earning a nod. “Look, that was nothing. It meant nothing, to either of us. It was stupid and it shouldn’t have happened. The last thing I ever wanted was for you to walk in on us.”
“You mean that?” I asked.
“I mean everything I’ve said to you inside this tent tonight.”
I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “Just tonight?”
Bellamy let out a small laugh. “Are you really making a joke right now?”
“Are you surprised? I always joke at inappropriate times.” I responded. “It’s part of my charm.”
“I’m being serious, Athena.” Bellamy spoke, grabbing my hands. “I need you with me tonight, okay? Whatever happens. I can’t lose you.”
I could feel my face soften at his words. “I’ll stick with you, I promise. I don’t want you to worry about me though. I need you to focus on keeping yourself safe. Then, if we survive this, I think we need to continue this conversation without death hanging over our heads.”
Bellamy nodded, smiling. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“We should get back out there and help them. Make sure everything is ready to go and everyone is ready to be where they’re needed.”
Bellamy agreed, leading the way out of the tent.
…
Before the chaos of last night, there had been some light discussion about the placement of gunners around camp. I was now working alongside Bellamy to ensure everyone had their assignments and there were no mix-ups. We were nearly certain everyone had been accounted for. Meanwhile, Raven was keeping track of where the mines were going with the help of Jasper. Monty had been working with her on the strategic placement before he’d gone missing, and she was confident she could remember each spot he’d laid out.
I was finishing up with organizing our provisions equally among the groups we were sending out when Bellamy approached me again.
“How’s it coming along?”
“Well,” I started. “If the grounders don’t kill us, starvation will.”
“Lucky us.” Bellamy responded.
“Seriously, we are going to need to figure out a plan to find food immediately after this is over. We have enough to keep us going through the fight, barley, but after that we are completely tapped out.”
Bellamy let out a sigh. “One problem at a time, okay?”
I took a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s good to think ahead, but we also need to stay focused.” Bellamy placed his hands on my shoulders.
Suddenly, Murphy’s voice came through the radio attached to Bellamy’s pants.
“You know what’ll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.”
Bellamy immediately grabbed the radio, speaking into it. “Tell Bellamy what?”
There was silence on the other end, which only made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The silence loomed for a moment before full chaos broke out.
“Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles.” Jasper’s voice was hurried before the sound of him being hit and then silence again.
Bellamy gave me a glance before springing into motion. “Murphy, what the hell are you doing?”
As we were approaching the dropship door, the creaking noise of it shutting caught our attention.
“God damn it!” I yelled, rushing towards it with Bellamy following close behind.
He began calling Murphy’s name as everyone surrounded us, no longer focused on prepping camp for the grounders.
“Open the door right now!” Bellamy demanded, pounding his fists against the metal.
“If you try to be a hero,” Murphy yelled back. “Jasper dies.”
…
It wasn’t too long before the sun filled the sky once more, with Bellamy and I still planted firmly in front of the dropship. We’d sent almost everyone back to work at this point, knowing we couldn’t entirely stop preparing for what was to come.
“What’s taking her so long?” I whispered under my breath.
“Relax,” Bellamy responded. “She’s got this.”
“The sooner the better.” I could feel the frustration seeping from my lips. “If anything happens to Jasper, I swear to God-”
The sound of hurried footsteps behind us caught my attention, with Octavia quickly joining us.
“I just heard Murphy has Jasper.” She spoke through gasping breaths.
Bellamy nodded. “South foxhole done?”
“Excuse me?” Octavia asked. “Bellamy, my friend’s in there with a killer.”
“O, look around.” Bellamy whispered. “No one’s actually working. If the grounders attack us right now, we’re all dead.”
Octavia rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Murphy! If you even touch Japser, I swear, you’re dead.”
“Octavia, I got this.” Bellamy spoke, approaching her.
“Really?” She spun back around. “It doesn’t look like you’re doing anything about it.”
From the corner of my eye, I spotted Raven sneaking around the dropship to meet with us. “Guys, you were right. There’s a loose panel on the back. If I can pop it, we can get in through the floor.”
Bellamy nodded. “Good, go for it.”
Octavia pursed her lips before whispering in Bellamy’s ear. “Sorry.”
Bellamy nodded, raising the radio to his face. “Murphy, I know you can hear me. All of our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that. You’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack and I can’t let that happen.”
“Yeah, well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly in control right now.” Murphy responded.
“Come on, Murphy.” Bellamy spoke. “You don’t want to hurt Jasper. You want to hurt me. So what do you say? How about you trade him for me?”
My eyes locked in on Bellamy, my face going pale.
“Bellamy, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.
Octavia shook her head. “This is not happening.”
“All you have to do is let him go and I’ll take his place.” Bellamy spoke.
Murphy was silent for a moment. “How?”
“Bellamy, if you do this, he’ll kill you.” Octavia whispered.
My head was spinning violently, my heart racing alongside it. Some part of me wanted to smash the radio and stop him. I knew how selfish that was, but the thought of anything happening to Bellamy was causing my stomach to turn in knots.
“If I don’t, he’ll kill Jasper.”
I knew he was right.
Without any further objections, Bellamy continued. “It’s simple. You open the door, I walk in, and he walks out.”
On Murphy’s end, there was an eerie silence. We waited for an answer, holding our breaths. Within a minute or two, the dropship door started slowly opening, causing everyone who had rejoined during all the commotion to raise their guns.
“Just you, Bellamy. Unarmed.” Murphy called out. “Ten seconds or I’ll put one in Jasper’s leg.” He then began to count down.
Octavia grabbed Bellamy’s arm. “Raven is going to find a way to get you out.”
“I can handle Murphy, just get everyone back to work.”
Before he could turn to head inside, I grabbed him, pulling him into a hug. “Please, don’t push him. Buy us some time.”
Bellamy hugged me back. “I’ll do my best.”
With that, Bellamy made his way inside the dropship. Without any hesitation, Murphy tossed Japser outside. He rolled down the ramp, Octavia rushing to his side as we all watched the door close once more.
…
Time felt like it was crawling every second Bellamy was alone with Murphy in the dropship. Soon after he’d gotten inside, two shots had gone off that Bellamy was able to communicate was a misfire. After I’d yelled at what I felt like was almost every individual delinquent, Octavia had finally sent me away to check in with Raven and Jasper who were exploring under the dropship.
Crawling inside, I noticed them both tinkering around. “What is taking you so long?”
They both hushed me, pointing up. “We’re working as fast as we can.” Raven assured me.
“Well work faster.” I spoke, feeling the tears beginning to come.
Then, there was another shot.
“We need to do this now.” Jasper whispered.
“The wires for the door are mixed in with the ignition system. Sparking the wrong one would be bad.” Raven responded.
Jasper and I remained silent, letting Raven focus. After a few moments, she turned around smiling. “I think I found it. Get outside and be ready when the door opens.”
“Thank you.” I whispered, crawling back outside with Jasper.
As we reached the front of the dropship, several more shots went off.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, freezing in place.
Before we had time to really react to that, the sound of the door opening caught our attention.
“Raven, you did it!” Jasper yelled.
I sprinted towards the door, not wanting to waste a single second. What if those gunshots had been Murphy killing Bellamy?
Several delinquents followed Jasper, Octavia and myself inside with guns raised. The second we pushed past the plastic covering the door, my face became pale. There Bellamy was, hanging from the metal rafters in the ceiling.
“Bellamy!” Octavia and I screamed in unison.
A few of us worked to get him down, with him immediately beginning to gasp for air. I untied the makeshift rope as Bellamy quickly began to sit up, screaming Murphy’s name.
“Bellamy, slow down.” I spoke, not wanting him to collapse.
He didn’t listen, rushing for the ladder and beginning to slam on the hatch leading to the upper level. He continued to scream for Murphy, threatening him. While the hatch was unlocked due to Raven cutting the power, Murphy had lodged something in the door and Bellamy was using every ounce of strength trying to break through.
Just before Bellamy could do it, an explosion shook the dropship. Several delinquents nearly fell over, with Bellamy almost losing grip of the ladder. Everything that had its place on a makeshift shelf or stool had fallen to the ground with a clash. Metal bits from the walls and upper level began to fall to the ground, leaving a few scrapes and bruises among us, including a gash on my left forearm.
“Somebody go check the walls, now!” I yelled.
As Bellamy burst through the hatch, a cloud of dust came pouring into the lower level. He remained silent, Jasper and I quickly following him up. The second my eyes reached the second level, all I felt was defeat.
I made my way over to the giant hole that had been blown through the wall of the dropship, knowing it was made with the last of the gunpowder we had for the fight.
“The guy knows how to make an exit.” Jasper spoke, the three of us watching Murphy run off into the woods. “Should we go after him?”
Murphy looked back at us for a second, smirking.
“No,” I spoke coldly. “The grounders will take care of him for us.”
Bellamy stared at me for a second. “She’s right. Instead we’re going after Clarke, Finn, and Monty.”
Jasper’s eyes lit up. “Seriously?”
“You and Raven were right. We don’t abandon our own. You said it and I should have listened but I am now.” Bellamy smiled at me. “Three guns. Just us. We can’t risk taking anyone else away from camp, especially Raven. I need her here building up our defences.”
“Not to mention Murphy just blew through the last of our gunpowder.” I mumbled.
Bellamy nodded, turning to leave.
“Bellamy, wait.” Jasper spoke up, getting his attention. “I just wanted to say…” He trailed off, his voice quiet before pulling Bellamy into a hug.
Bellamy’s face softened, giving in and hugging him back.
When Jasper pulled away, he smiled. “Long way from ‘whatever the hell you want’.”
The three of us shared a much needed chuckle, with Bellamy patting Jasper on the shoulder.
As we were about to leave, one of the delinquents called over the radio, saying that a grounder had been spotted outside our walls.
“It never ends, does it?” I mumbled as the three of us sprung into action.
By the time we made it outside, Miller was calling out from his position on the watch tower. “Everyone, calm down! It’s Clarke and Finn!”
The front gate opened and Clarke and Finn rushed inside, immediately asking about the explosion.
“Murphy happened.” Bellamy responded.
Jasper grabbed Clarke, hugging her tight. “Thank God you’re okay. Where have you been? Is Monty with you?”
“Wait, Monty’s gone?”
“Clarke, we need to leave, now. All of us do.” Finn spoke. “There’s an army of grounders unlike anything we’ve ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”
“Like hell we do.” Bellamy responded. “We knew this was coming.”
“Bell, we’re not prepared.” Octavia spoke up.
“And they’re not here yet. We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go?” Bellamy asked. “Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”
“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.”
“You saw Lincoln?” Octavia perked up.
Finn nodded.
“You expect us to trust the word of a grounder?” Bellamy huffed. “This is our home now. We built it from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind these walls and in this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away? They think that because we came from the sky, we don’t belong here but they’ve yet to realize one very important thing: we’re on the ground now, and that means that we are grounders!”
Every single delinquent was gathered around, listening intently to what Bellamy was saying. Cheers erupted, louder than any Unity Day you’d ever lived through.
“Grounders with guns, you mean!”
“Damn right!” Bellamy responded. “I say let ‘em come!”
Clarke glared at him. “Bellamy’s right. If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. That doesn’t change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight.” Her voice was unwavering, immediately taking control of the crowd. “So pack your things. Just take what you can carry, now.”
Without hesitation, everyone began to scatter. Bellamy looked at her with disappointment and honestly, I did too. Despite everything, abandoning this place felt wrong. We’d worked so hard to survive here and fortify it for tonight. All those plans we’d made now meant nothing, in exchange for heading out into the forest that they knew like the back of their hands. At least we knew our camp.
“Help me!”
I spun around, spotting Raven at the entrance of camp. She was leaning against the wall, struggling to keep herself up as she balanced on one leg while clutching her right hip with her free hand.
As we all rushed over, it clicked in our minds.
“Murphy shot her.” Jasper whispered.
“Get her into the dropship.” Clarke commanded.
Finn lifted her up, carrying her away with Jasper following.
Bellamy shook his head. “Clarke, leaving here is a mistake.” His voice was stern.
“The decision’s been made.”
“Well then we need to unmake it.” I spoke up. “This was already a shit idea and now with Raven injured? We can’t do this. We have to stand our ground.”
“Crowds make bad decisions. Just ask Murphy.” Bellamy mumbled the last part. “Leaders do what they think is right.”
Clarke swallowed hard. “I am.”
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Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake
12. We Are Grounders - Part I
Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?
Show: The 100
Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC
Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.
Tags: OPEN (rest on May 28, 2026 so please request again if previously on the list)
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Leaving Clarke, Finn and Monty out there was the last thing I wanted to do. The others had given me no choice in the matter. Deep down, I knew it was the right call. I understood why we had to go back to camp, but it still didn’t sit right with me. We’d lost enough people in the last few days and the thought of losing them too was almost too much to bear.
I was keeping myself distracted by helping Raven and Jasper set up landmines around the outside of our walls. As much as I felt like it was pointless, I knew I needed to keep a brave face for everyone else. Just because I’d lost hope didn’t mean I wanted the others to. As soon as the sun comes up, I planned to head back out there.
“Better hope those landmines work.” Bellamy spoke from behind you. “All the gunpowder we’re wasting, we could be making more grenades.”
Raven rolled her eyes. “You want to come over here and test one?”
Somehow, I managed to let out a small chuckle, earring a stern glare from Bellamy.
“Cute.” Bellamy responded. “I need this entire section mined by morning. Then you should finish the south field.”
“Wait,” Raven spoke, standing up. “I told you we’re going after Finn, Clarke and Monty in the morning.”
“And I told you, nobody leaves this camp.”
“We can’t just abandon our people.” Raven spoke, her voice hushed. “You want to lead them, show them you give a damn.”
Bellamy opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by the sound of a single gunshot. I nearly jumped out of my skin, looking around in a panic. One of the boys stood up from where he was sitting against a tree, holding his gun with shaking hands.
“Hey,” Bellamy snarled, walking towards the boy. “What the hell is the matter with you?”
“I-I’m sorry, man. I fell asleep. I’ve been on watch all day.”
Bellamy grabbed the boy by the collar of his jacket, pinning him against the tree. “We’ve all been on watch all day! That bullet was one less dead grounder.”
Octavia joined us. “Bell, you’re scaring people.”
“They should be scared!” He responded. “The bomb on the bridge bought us some time, but that time is up. The grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one. Clarke, Finn and Monty are gone, probably dead,” His words cut like a blade pressed to your skin. “And if you want to be next, I can’t stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! This camp is the only thing keeping us alive right now.”
My eyes began to swell with tears and the silence across the crowd now formed around Bellamy was deafening. He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with mine. For a second, I thought I saw a flash of regret fall across his face. If it had, it quickly vanished as he waved his hand, telling us all to get back to work before he walked away.
I turned to Raven, who looked just as heartbroken as I felt. Her eyes were fixated on Bellamy’s back, red with tears she was fighting to keep from falling. Anger filled my body as I marched after Bellamy, following him right to his tent.
By the time I entered, he was already sitting on his cot with his head in his hands. I wasn’t sure if he was ignoring me or if he hadn’t heard me enter. My resolve softened as I stared at him. I could tell in that moment that he felt just as defeated as I did.
“Bellamy-”
“Please, don’t.” He whispered, his head still in his hands. “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it right now.”
I shook my head, folding my arms across my chest. “You don’t get to lash out like that and then run away. What the hell was that? How are you so willing to give up on them after everything we’ve all been through together?”
“I’m not giving up on them, I’m just trying to keep the rest of you safe.” His voice hitched as his eyes finally met my own. “The less people we have here, keeping this place and everyone in it safe, the worse off we’ll be. We can’t help Clarke, Finn and Monty if we’re all dead.”
I knew he was right. “Listen, I understand that. I really do. It’s just your delivery that leaves much to be desired sometimes.”
Bellamy scoffed. “So I’ve been told.”
I couldn’t help but frown. This whole situation was hard on everyone. I knew that Bellamy wasn’t trying to hurt us and that he wasn’t just casting Clarke, Finn and Monty aside. Knowing that didn’t make what he said right, but I couldn’t bring myself to be truly angry about it.
“If you want everyone to stand beside you during this fight, you have to make sure they know that they aren’t expendable to you.” I spoke, stepping closer to him. “I know you don’t want us out there again, risking our lives and leaving camp vulnerable. I know you care about all of us. You’ve proven that several times over. I’m just asking that you stop putting up this wall and acting like you don’t.”
Bellamy was silent for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was contemplating what I’d said or fighting not to explode on me. The silence was louder than any scream I’d ever heard, though my heart pounding in my chest was somehow coming close.
Then he turned around, slowly, nodding as he did. His eyes lingered on the ground before finally meeting my gaze. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?” He cracked a small smile for the first time today.
“I’ll take that as you saying I’m right.” I responded, earning a small chuckle.
He quickly became serious again. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
Bellamy’s eyes shifted back to the ground. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”
His words left me speechless for a moment as I swallowed hard. “Of course you could-”
“I mean it, Athena.” He looked me in the eyes. “When I came down here, all I cared about was keeping Octavia safe. I risked everything to be here for her. Nothing else mattered, or at least, I told myself that. I tried so hard not to care but you changed everything. You gave me a second chance and you gave me a reason to fight for myself. You even made me care about a bunch of idiots. Every step of the way, I feel like I’ve messed up somehow; especially with Charlotte. If you weren’t here, I don’t think I could’ve gotten this far.”
As he spoke, I hadn’t noticed my eyes beginning to swell with tears. I quickly swiped them away, but I knew he saw them. “Bellamy, you absolutely could have. You are stronger than you think and you have a big heart.”
He stepped closer, brushing away a single tear that had escaped my previous swiping. “You showed me it was okay to care. I don’t always show it in the right way, you’re right. That’s why I need you. You keep me together. You make me stronger. I mean it, Athena… I’d be lost without you.”
As I looked into his eyes, a wave of emotions washed over me. I felt a warmth I hadn’t in almost a year. I’d known Bellamy for a short time, but at this moment, it felt like I’d known him all my life. I knew I wouldn’t be alive without him; he’d saved me that day when the acid fog almost caught me. He drove me crazy but somehow, he gave me a sense of comfort I’d never felt before.
He moved closer, placing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, taking in his scent. Everything inside of me wanted to just lean forward and kiss him. I’d been trying so hard to deny how I felt, but it was becoming nearly impossible.
“Bellamy, we might die soon.” I whispered.
“We might die soon.” He nodded.
I took a deep breath, stepping back. “If we do die, I need us to be honest with each other. I don’t care what you say, as long as it’s honest, okay?”
“Athena, where is this coming from?” Bellamy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“About last night-”
“Me and Raven?” He asked, earning a nod. “Look, that was nothing. It meant nothing, to either of us. It was stupid and it shouldn’t have happened. The last thing I ever wanted was for you to walk in on us.”
“You mean that?” I asked.
“I mean everything I’ve said to you inside this tent tonight.”
I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “Just tonight?”
Bellamy let out a small laugh. “Are you really making a joke right now?”
“Are you surprised? I always joke at inappropriate times.” I responded. “It’s part of my charm.”
“I’m being serious, Athena.” Bellamy spoke, grabbing my hands. “I need you with me tonight, okay? Whatever happens. I can’t lose you.”
I could feel my face soften at his words. “I’ll stick with you, I promise. I don’t want you to worry about me though. I need you to focus on keeping yourself safe. Then, if we survive this, I think we need to continue this conversation without death hanging over our heads.”
Bellamy nodded, smiling. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“We should get back out there and help them. Make sure everything is ready to go and everyone is ready to be where they’re needed.”
Bellamy agreed, leading the way out of the tent.
…
Before the chaos of last night, there had been some light discussion about the placement of gunners around camp. I was now working alongside Bellamy to ensure everyone had their assignments and there were no mix-ups. We were nearly certain everyone had been accounted for. Meanwhile, Raven was keeping track of where the mines were going with the help of Jasper. Monty had been working with her on the strategic placement before he’d gone missing, and she was confident she could remember each spot he’d laid out.
I was finishing up with organizing our provisions equally among the groups we were sending out when Bellamy approached me again.
“How’s it coming along?”
“Well,” I started. “If the grounders don’t kill us, starvation will.”
“Lucky us.” Bellamy responded.
“Seriously, we are going to need to figure out a plan to find food immediately after this is over. We have enough to keep us going through the fight, barley, but after that we are completely tapped out.”
Bellamy let out a sigh. “One problem at a time, okay?”
I took a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s good to think ahead, but we also need to stay focused.” Bellamy placed his hands on my shoulders.
Suddenly, Murphy’s voice came through the radio attached to Bellamy’s pants.
“You know what’ll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.”
Bellamy immediately grabbed the radio, speaking into it. “Tell Bellamy what?”
There was silence on the other end, which only made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The silence loomed for a moment before full chaos broke out.
“Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles.” Jasper’s voice was hurried before the sound of him being hit and then silence again.
Bellamy gave me a glance before springing into motion. “Murphy, what the hell are you doing?”
As we were approaching the dropship door, the creaking noise of it shutting caught our attention.
“God damn it!” I yelled, rushing towards it with Bellamy following close behind.
He began calling Murphy’s name as everyone surrounded us, no longer focused on prepping camp for the grounders.
“Open the door right now!” Bellamy demanded, pounding his fists against the metal.
“If you try to be a hero,” Murphy yelled back. “Jasper dies.”
…
It wasn’t too long before the sun filled the sky once more, with Bellamy and I still planted firmly in front of the dropship. We’d sent almost everyone back to work at this point, knowing we couldn’t entirely stop preparing for what was to come.
“What’s taking her so long?” I whispered under my breath.
“Relax,” Bellamy responded. “She’s got this.”
“The sooner the better.” I could feel the frustration seeping from my lips. “If anything happens to Jasper, I swear to God-”
The sound of hurried footsteps behind us caught my attention, with Octavia quickly joining us.
“I just heard Murphy has Jasper.” She spoke through gasping breaths.
Bellamy nodded. “South foxhole done?”
“Excuse me?” Octavia asked. “Bellamy, my friend’s in there with a killer.”
“O, look around.” Bellamy whispered. “No one’s actually working. If the grounders attack us right now, we’re all dead.”
Octavia rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Murphy! If you even touch Japser, I swear, you’re dead.”
“Octavia, I got this.” Bellamy spoke, approaching her.
“Really?” She spun back around. “It doesn’t look like you’re doing anything about it.”
From the corner of my eye, I spotted Raven sneaking around the dropship to meet with us. “Guys, you were right. There’s a loose panel on the back. If I can pop it, we can get in through the floor.”
Bellamy nodded. “Good, go for it.”
Octavia pursed her lips before whispering in Bellamy’s ear. “Sorry.”
Bellamy nodded, raising the radio to his face. “Murphy, I know you can hear me. All of our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that. You’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack and I can’t let that happen.”
“Yeah, well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly in control right now.” Murphy responded.
“Come on, Murphy.” Bellamy spoke. “You don’t want to hurt Jasper. You want to hurt me. So what do you say? How about you trade him for me?”
My eyes locked in on Bellamy, my face going pale.
“Bellamy, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.
Octavia shook her head. “This is not happening.”
“All you have to do is let him go and I’ll take his place.” Bellamy spoke.
Murphy was silent for a moment. “How?”
“Bellamy, if you do this, he’ll kill you.” Octavia whispered.
My head was spinning violently, my heart racing alongside it. Some part of me wanted to smash the radio and stop him. I knew how selfish that was, but the thought of anything happening to Bellamy was causing my stomach to turn in knots.
“If I don’t, he’ll kill Jasper.”
I knew he was right.
Without any further objections, Bellamy continued. “It’s simple. You open the door, I walk in, and he walks out.”
On Murphy’s end, there was an eerie silence. We waited for an answer, holding our breaths. Within a minute or two, the dropship door started slowly opening, causing everyone who had rejoined during all the commotion to raise their guns.
“Just you, Bellamy. Unarmed.” Murphy called out. “Ten seconds or I’ll put one in Jasper’s leg.” He then began to count down.
Octavia grabbed Bellamy’s arm. “Raven is going to find a way to get you out.”
“I can handle Murphy, just get everyone back to work.”
Before he could turn to head inside, I grabbed him, pulling him into a hug. “Please, don’t push him. Buy us some time.”
Bellamy hugged me back. “I’ll do my best.”
With that, Bellamy made his way inside the dropship. Without any hesitation, Murphy tossed Japser outside. He rolled down the ramp, Octavia rushing to his side as we all watched the door close once more.
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Time felt like it was crawling every second Bellamy was alone with Murphy in the dropship. Soon after he’d gotten inside, two shots had gone off that Bellamy was able to communicate was a misfire. After I’d yelled at what I felt like was almost every individual delinquent, Octavia had finally sent me away to check in with Raven and Jasper who were exploring under the dropship.
Crawling inside, I noticed them both tinkering around. “What is taking you so long?”
They both hushed me, pointing up. “We’re working as fast as we can.” Raven assured me.
“Well work faster.” I spoke, feeling the tears beginning to come.
Then, there was another shot.
“We need to do this now.” Jasper whispered.
“The wires for the door are mixed in with the ignition system. Sparking the wrong one would be bad.” Raven responded.
Jasper and I remained silent, letting Raven focus. After a few moments, she turned around smiling. “I think I found it. Get outside and be ready when the door opens.”
“Thank you.” I whispered, crawling back outside with Jasper.
As we reached the front of the dropship, several more shots went off.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, freezing in place.
Before we had time to really react to that, the sound of the door opening caught our attention.
“Raven, you did it!” Jasper yelled.
I sprinted towards the door, not wanting to waste a single second. What if those gunshots had been Murphy killing Bellamy?
Several delinquents followed Jasper, Octavia and myself inside with guns raised. The second we pushed past the plastic covering the door, my face became pale. There Bellamy was, hanging from the metal rafters in the ceiling.
“Bellamy!” Octavia and I screamed in unison.
A few of us worked to get him down, with him immediately beginning to gasp for air. I untied the makeshift rope as Bellamy quickly began to sit up, screaming Murphy’s name.
“Bellamy, slow down.” I spoke, not wanting him to collapse.
He didn’t listen, rushing for the ladder and beginning to slam on the hatch leading to the upper level. He continued to scream for Murphy, threatening him. While the hatch was unlocked due to Raven cutting the power, Murphy had lodged something in the door and Bellamy was using every ounce of strength trying to break through.
Just before Bellamy could do it, an explosion shook the dropship. Several delinquents nearly fell over, with Bellamy almost losing grip of the ladder. Everything that had its place on a makeshift shelf or stool had fallen to the ground with a clash. Metal bits from the walls and upper level began to fall to the ground, leaving a few scrapes and bruises among us, including a gash on my left forearm.
“Somebody go check the walls, now!” I yelled.
As Bellamy burst through the hatch, a cloud of dust came pouring into the lower level. He remained silent, Jasper and I quickly following him up. The second my eyes reached the second level, all I felt was defeat.
I made my way over to the giant hole that had been blown through the wall of the dropship, knowing it was made with the last of the gunpowder we had for the fight.
“The guy knows how to make an exit.” Jasper spoke, the three of us watching Murphy run off into the woods. “Should we go after him?”
Murphy looked back at us for a second, smirking.
“No,” I spoke coldly. “The grounders will take care of him for us.”
Bellamy stared at me for a second. “She’s right. Instead we’re going after Clarke, Finn, and Monty.”
Jasper’s eyes lit up. “Seriously?”
“You and Raven were right. We don’t abandon our own. You said it and I should have listened but I am now.” Bellamy smiled at me. “Three guns. Just us. We can’t risk taking anyone else away from camp, especially Raven. I need her here building up our defences.”
“Not to mention Murphy just blew through the last of our gunpowder.” I mumbled.
Bellamy nodded, turning to leave.
“Bellamy, wait.” Jasper spoke up, getting his attention. “I just wanted to say…” He trailed off, his voice quiet before pulling Bellamy into a hug.
Bellamy’s face softened, giving in and hugging him back.
When Jasper pulled away, he smiled. “Long way from ‘whatever the hell you want’.”
The three of us shared a much needed chuckle, with Bellamy patting Jasper on the shoulder.
As we were about to leave, one of the delinquents called over the radio, saying that a grounder had been spotted outside our walls.
“It never ends, does it?” I mumbled as the three of us sprung into action.
By the time we made it outside, Miller was calling out from his position on the watch tower. “Everyone, calm down! It’s Clarke and Finn!”
The front gate opened and Clarke and Finn rushed inside, immediately asking about the explosion.
“Murphy happened.” Bellamy responded.
Jasper grabbed Clarke, hugging her tight. “Thank God you’re okay. Where have you been? Is Monty with you?”
“Wait, Monty’s gone?”
“Clarke, we need to leave, now. All of us do.” Finn spoke. “There’s an army of grounders unlike anything we’ve ever seen, coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.”
“Like hell we do.” Bellamy responded. “We knew this was coming.”
“Bell, we’re not prepared.” Octavia spoke up.
“And they’re not here yet. We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go?” Bellamy asked. “Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”
“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.”
“You saw Lincoln?” Octavia perked up.
Finn nodded.
“You expect us to trust the word of a grounder?” Bellamy huffed. “This is our home now. We built it from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind these walls and in this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away? They think that because we came from the sky, we don’t belong here but they’ve yet to realize one very important thing: we’re on the ground now, and that means that we are grounders!”
Every single delinquent was gathered around, listening intently to what Bellamy was saying. Cheers erupted, louder than any Unity Day you’d ever lived through.
“Grounders with guns, you mean!”
“Damn right!” Bellamy responded. “I say let ‘em come!”
Clarke glared at him. “Bellamy’s right. If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. That doesn’t change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight.” Her voice was unwavering, immediately taking control of the crowd. “So pack your things. Just take what you can carry, now.”
Without hesitation, everyone began to scatter. Bellamy looked at her with disappointment and honestly, I did too. Despite everything, abandoning this place felt wrong. We’d worked so hard to survive here and fortify it for tonight. All those plans we’d made now meant nothing, in exchange for heading out into the forest that they knew like the back of their hands. At least we knew our camp.
“Help me!”
I spun around, spotting Raven at the entrance of camp. She was leaning against the wall, struggling to keep herself up as she balanced on one leg while clutching her right hip with her free hand.
As we all rushed over, it clicked in our minds.
“Murphy shot her.” Jasper whispered.
“Get her into the dropship.” Clarke commanded.
Finn lifted her up, carrying her away with Jasper following.
Bellamy shook his head. “Clarke, leaving here is a mistake.” His voice was stern.
“The decision’s been made.”
“Well then we need to unmake it.” I spoke up. “This was already a shit idea and now with Raven injured? We can’t do this. We have to stand our ground.”
“Crowds make bad decisions. Just ask Murphy.” Bellamy mumbled the last part. “Leaders do what they think is right.”
Clarke swallowed hard. “I am.”
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A/N: Gosh, I am so happy to be posting this chapter! I know it's been way too long since I've posted (or written anything at all) and I apologize. Life has been less than ideal but I have more time right now. It's been amazing writing this chapter and I truly hope you all enjoy it. I have the urge to keep writing immediately so I am hoping the next chapter doesn't take too long to come out! Please remember to like/reblog/comment <3
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when megumi told his friends he was dating you, the first reaction was pretty much the same for everyone — a mix of 'no way' and 'i don't believe you'. the worst part? he couldn't even blame them.
megumi would describe himself as introverted and probably pretty anti social. so when you walked up to him one day and started talking to him like you knew him for years? yeah he knew he was a goner. but honestly he never understood it — you were so beautiful, pink and glittery. him, on the other side, looked like he didn't know any other colors other than black and blue.
and somehow, he still fell inlove with you. he realised it soon when he missed the splash of vivid colors in his dorm or the sweet strawberry vanilla scent you left anywhere you went.
imagine his shock when you, yes you, confessed to him first — your eyes glassy like you were actually scared he might not feel the same way. and yet, the only thing he noticed in that moment was how cute your lips looked with the pinkish gloss.
when you started dating, no one really noticed the change — you always used to kiss his cheek even as friends, and he didn't go around to brag — not because he was ashamed, but because he always was one to admire you quietly. he never hid the relationship, he just didn't announce it shouting like yuji would.
so, when one day, when you joined megumi at training, which doesn't happen often, chaos unfolded. you strut down to watch him train in the sun, your pink customized uniform (curtesy of gojo) shining in the sun. megumi didn't see you immediatly, too focused on fighting off maki.
after the sparring match (which he lost) he finally saw you — sitting on the bench with some kind of iced drink. taking a break, he walked over to you, a small smile on his face at your obnoxious waving. "what are you doing here? i thought you went shopping." he takes the drink you're silently offering him, taking a sip from the sugary liquid. definetly your taste.
"hey babe! i was, but after i bought three bags my arms started to hurt so i came back. i found these really cute purple heels that match that skirt i bought last week, do you remember which one? oh and i also found these new gloss that tastes like strawberry..." he's listening to you rambling off about whatever you bought today, following your every word with quiet acknowledgment.
"do you have the new gloss on right now?" his question throws you off, making you halt your story telling. "yes how did you know? wanna try it? i have it in my bag!" while your searching your bag — which was filled with sweets, lipgloss and perfume, megumi's eyes don't leave you. he doesn't even realise maki is yelling at him to come train until yuji shouts like a gorilla making him jump.
"can i try the gloss?" the question would be weird for anyone else but you always make him put on some to 'taste test' it. "i'm not finding it right now ugh and you have to go—" he cuts you off with a direct kiss on your lips. right there in front of everyone — you swear you hear nobara gasp.
either way, you kiss him back, the gloss transfering onto your boyfriends mouth. it's a rather quick kiss, not wanting to put on a show infront of everyone. when he pulls back his forehead against yours, his breath stutters. "it tastes nice."
you don't have time to answer — he walks back to the training ground, ignoring the way everyone is looking at him. guess they finally know you're really dating.
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