Summary: You and Clarke adjust to your new life with your new family.
a/n:i wanna thank yall for all of the love recently! ive been dealing with a lot of personal stuff and have bad days, but then i log onto tumblr and see the sweetest messages from all of you and I start to feel better so thank you!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!
You and Clarke quickly agree that you should both teach Madi English. Though you both feel pretty comfortable with Trigedasleng, most of your friends and family don’t know it as well, and you want Madi to be able to communicate with them when you all eventually reunite. When you propose the idea to Madi, she seems eager to learn the language of the warriors. Most of your day is now spent watching Madi point to various objects as you and Clarke teach her the word in English.
One day after spending most of the morning teaching her, Madi drags you and Clarke down to the river, excitedly promising to teach the two of you something in return. Which is where you find yourself now, ankle deep in the water, the sun warming your back. Madi stands in the river between you and Clarke, a spear in her hand, eyes scanning the water around you. You and Clarke watch her closely, trying to take mental notes on her stance, her grip on the spear, her concentration, hoping to learn to catch fish the same way she does.
Madi spies an approaching fish, and she lunges, spearing it easily, holding it up for you and Clarke to admire. But neither of your eyes are locked on the fish, instead, they are locked on the chain around her neck, which wiggled free during her movements. There hangs a silver chain, a familiar small silver sun hanging from it, swinging around as Madi looks between you and Clarke in confusion. Clarke reaches out for it, trying to get a better look, but Madi scrambles away, still slightly distrustful of you both. She approaches Madi again, much slower this time, letting the young girl know she’s not a threat. Clarke eyes the necklace, checking it over, before whispering in shock. “It’s definitely mom’s. Where did you get this?”
OH MY GOD!! MADI AND READER’S RELATIONSHIP IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I ACTUALLY CRIED AT THIS! IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART BC ISNT IT THE ONE WHERE SPACEKRU COMES DOWN? ITS EITHER THAT OR THE NEXT JSHAJJSDJKS
Warnings: mentions of blood, vomit, injuries, anxiety, mentions of lesions/radiation, angst, language, allusions to suicide/suicidal thoughts, violence, injury, fighting, death.
Summary: Praimfaya has passed, leaving you and Clarke separated from everyone you love. Six years pass, and in that time, your life changes in ways you never expected.
a/n: FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE LOVE ON THE S4 FINALE (AND IN GENERAL!!!) I LOVE ALL OF YOU MORE THAN THE STARS! SECOND OF ALL, YOU ALL VOTED FOR TWO UPDATES THIS WEEK DESPITE THE LENGTH OF THIS ONE! SO ASSUMING ALL IS WELL AFTER THIS HURRICANE, YOU SHOULD STILL HAVE A FRIDAY UPDATE! THAT IS ASSUMING I HAVE POWER AND WIFI OFCOURSE! OKAY THAT IS ALL HAPPY SEASON FIIIIIVEEEE!!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!
You don’t know why, but panic is pulsing through you, making your heart pound and your breath come out in quick gasps. You look around, trying to figure out what’s going on, eyes raking over the scene in front of you. Nightblood is spread out on the floor around you, a throbbing pain in your left arm. You turn to look at the source of the pain, confused, until your eyes land on the sloppily stitched wound and see the lesions all along your skin.
You turn your head and vomit.
Slowly, the pieces fall together, and you remember everything. Raven, stuck on the island, taking off your helmet to save Emori, deciding to go to space. You and Clarke running to the tower to turn on the lights on the Ark, the rocket launching without you, Bellamy leaving you behind. Praimfaya quickly approaching, nearly swallowing you and Clarke whole. Clarke falling and smashing her helmet, cutting open your arm, Clarke coughing up blood. The flood of memories increases your panic, and you turn your head, looking for Clarke, her body still in the same exact place you left her in.
You crawl over to her and check her breathing and heartbeat, relieved that she’s still alive, but that relief doesn’t last for long. Although you and Clarke were both exposed to the radiation in the air outside, Clarke’s exposure is clearly much worse. Every inch of her exposed skin is covered in spots and lesions, looking painfully cracked and irritated. Though you have no idea how to care for her, you know that you have to. You pull off your radiation suit, and toss it to the side, before you clumsily get Clarke out of hers the best you can. Once you’re both free, you look around, trying to find a place to put her. Luckily, the two of you never made it down the stairs of the lab before you passed out, meaning you’re on the same level as the office.
I AM!! IN AWE!! THIS IS AMAZING INCREDIBLE ITS JUST JAHIDJSNDJSM!! I JUST CANT PUT MY THOUGHTS INTO WORDS RN
THE NOTE?@?!$!_;+#(#????? READER, CLARKE AND MADI?????? ITS ALL SO CHEF’S KISS U REALLY OUTDID YOURSELF WITH THIS ONE OH MY GOD!!
and the way i just know you’ll have becho as canon in one way or another, i feel it in my bones. i cant bring myself to care tho bc the angst in that would be just immaculate. CANT WAIT FOR CHAPTER 60, LOVE U <33
i just know im not the only one who does this so HERE i present to you a (sub rosa) playlist of edit audios so u can daydream edits in ur head (mentally ill people this is our moment!!) @slytherinbarnes hope yall like it i honestly put together all my favorite audios bc they literally all fit, now go imagine ur badass and ship edits :))
LITERALLY COULD NOT RESIST LMAOO CHAPTER 58 WAS ONE OF THE BEST AND IT MIGHT BE ONE OF MY FAVES NOW!! like, the angst?? the goodbye?? just immaculate. that radiation helmet thingy was a bitch to draw btw. these are v sloppy and full of blanco eraser lol
also! ive never drawn bellamy before bc i suck and make him look like a girl. the last pic is the reader without the radiation helmet bc i liked the angle. GO READ THE CHAPTER!! ( @slytherinbarnes )
Warnings: angst, mentions of radiation sickness/poisoning, injuries, stitching up wounds.
Summary: the end is near, praimfaya approaches. a last minute plan to go to space leaves your small group scrambling to get ready in time.
a/n:IT’S HERE THE FINALE IS HERE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BC IT HELPS ME A LOT TO DETERMINE IF THERE IS INTEREST IN SUB ROSA CONTINUING!!! OKAY I LOVE YOU LITTLE MOONS!!!the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!
March 21st, 2150; Becca’s Lab; less than 2 hours until Praimfaya
The planning that goes into sending 9 people into space is a lot more intense than you expected. You spend the next couple of hours trying to figure everything out, get the rocket modified, and informing those in the bunker of your plans. Right now, you are in the office with Bellamy, sitting near the radio, talking to Octavia. He just told her everything, down to the smallest of your plans, letting her know exactly what challenges you’re facing, and she seems surprised that you’re even doing this. “Five years. Can you really survive up there?”
“Raven says we can. As soon as it’s safe, we’ll find a way back down. We will meet again.”
“I’ll be waiting…” She pauses, giving the moment a dramatic effect before finishing, “Under the floor.”
“You’re not that little girl anymore.” He sits back, waiting for her response, met with nothing but silence. He glances at you and then over to the radio, his brotherly instincts kicking in. “What is it, O?”
“I’m not sure I’m up for this, Bell. They look at me like I know what I’m doing, just because I won a fight.”
“They look at you like that because you saved them, but it won’t last. Now you have to lead.”
“How? I’m not a leader. It should be you or one of the twins or-”
He cuts her off, nipping the insecurity in the bud. “O, stop. None of us could’ve done what you did, and it wasn’t just winning a fight. You gave people hope when there was none. You’re Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and giving it back to the human race.”
You smile at your history nerd, proud of his metaphor, and Octavia jokes, “Prometheus got chained to a rock so that eagles could eat his liver.”
“Thanks for ruining my metaphor, O.”
You and Bellamy laugh, and you can hear Octavia laughing on the other end before she gets serious again. “I love you, big brother. Guess it takes the end of the world for me to say it.”
WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED?@?!$(*!!&!???? OHMY GOD I WAS PRAYING ONTO EVERY GOD THERE IS THAT U WOULD FOLLOW THIS STORYLINE IM SO EXCITED!!!!!! THE ANGST!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!!! A SERVE OHMYFGCKIN GODJSJSJS I HAVE NO COHERENT THOUGHTS
may we meet again: bellamy blake is the light in her life. what happens when that light goes out? (angst.)
serenity: serenity, something none of them had felt in a long time. after denying transcendence, they joined clarke on earth, their home. now, in the camp they’ve built near the lake, they get to live in peace. (fluff.)
You and Bellamy stare at your twin in shock, not understanding why she thought this was a good plan. You can sense Bellamy’s rising anger, and when you realize that your twin left not only Kane but possibly Octavia on the surface, you feel a flash of anger along with him. Your boyfriend’s voice steadily starts to rise as he turns on Clarke. “How could you do this? There were only 4 warriors left, and Octavia was one of them! She might have won.”
Clarke comes around the desk, getting closer to you and Bellamy, trying to calm him down. “Bellamy, you’re right, she had a chance. But Luna was in the final 4 as well, which means there is an even better chance of nobody getting into this bunker, of nobody surviving the end of the human race. Can you understand that?”
“Yeah, I can understand that you did what you think you had to do, like always. But you can’t expect me to stay down here not knowing what happened to my sister.”
Jaha looks up from the plans he’s been studying, shaking his head in frustration. “We’re not opening that door, son!”
You turn on Jaha, his words spiking your anger, and snap, “You know what? We must have missed the election that made you Chancellor again.”
He cuts his eyes at you, but whatever flimsy remark he was preparing to send your way is cut off by your mom entering the office, looking around in confusion. “I was setting up the infirmary, and I heard people in the corridor. Is it over? Did we win?”
You turn to your mom. “We don’t know. Because your golden child made a monumentally stupid decision.”
Here we go, these are my reader and reader/bellamy moodboard for the Sub Rosa series by @slytherinbarnes! I wanted to show my love and appreciation by making these moodboods for such an amazing series and sb’s wonderful writing! ☺💗
Summary: Y/N comes into conflict with her friends while trying to save her people. the gang says goodbye to another friend.
Warnings: Death, ANGST
Notes: Y’all i’m so sorry we had to go through the shitshow that is season 7 and I’m so sorry I kept delaying this I just…I needed time to process all of JROTH’s dumb decisions. Please enjoy this angsty af chapter. Based on 2x08 “Spacewalker”
“Hey, have you seen Raven?” Finn’s voice joined the couple at the table by the bar, twiddling anxiously with his fingers.
Y/N took a sip of moonshine before answering, guilt wracking her chest as she stared at him, “Not since Byrne’s black eye,” She retorted, smirking at the memory, “I think Abby’s keeping her locked up until they’re sure she won’t attack anyone else.”
Finn nodded, sending a wary look at the gate before standing up, leaving Bellamy alone to her devices.
Lexa wanted them to kill him. To hand him over like a lamb to the slaughter. To her it was justice.
“She has no right to ask us of that.” Bellamy growled, taking another sip of moonshine, thoughts written cleanly on his face as he scowled, “Finn isn’t a bargaining chip, he’s human just like the rest of us, he deserves to live.”
Y/N nodded tightly, hiding her true feelings behind fidgeting fingers and flickering eyes, watching Finn’s figure retreat into the Ark.
How you reach the goal matters.
Becca’s words wouldn’t stop playing in her head, and she tugged on the silver bracelet, ignoring the inquisitive look on Bellamy’s face.
“Hey,” His voice grew soft, a worried look crossing his face, “Is everything okay?” His hand brushed against her own, ceasing the fidgeting that was giving her away. Her head said yes, but her gut was saying no.
Her head said it was the right thing to do.
Her heart told her it was a betrayal.
She hated it.
“Yeah,” She lied, recalling the last time she uttered those lies to someone she loved, “Everything’s fine, just tired.”
She caught Murphy out of the corner of her eye, gun in hand as he began to patrol. “I can’t believe Byrne gave Murphy a gun after what he did.” She spoke, surprise leaking through her voice. Murphy seemed to have heard her, because he swiveled around to face the couple, a smirk on his face.
“Looks like they need everyone on deck in case Spacewalker would rather stay here.” He shot at her, “Guess we really are screwed huh, Sparky?”
A small chuckle left her closed mouth as she bobbed her head in agreement and gulped down the rest of the moonshine, missing Monty’s batch.
“Murphy’s right,” Bellamy spoke up, and even he seemed surprised to be defending the murderer, “We need all the people we can get when it comes to defending this camp when they come for Finn.”
She shut her mouth again, biting her lip as she looked out at the thousands of people that had come down from the Ark.
People who hadn’t done anything except be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
One kill instead of thousands.
And this nightmare was over.
“What is it?” Bellamy’s thumb ran itself over the back of her hand, concern knitting his face together, trying to scan her face for anything he could use to help.
She lifted her eyes to meet his, guilt burning her skin as the words dripped from her mouth. “One life Bellamy,” She whispered, “One life instead of the eighteen she should’ve taken. Instead of the eighteen she was owed according to the tradition of her people.”
He ripped his hands out of hers, as if he had been burned by her touch. Perhaps he had.
“You can’t seriously be considering this.” Bellamy asked in disbelief, betrayal writing itself across his face, eyes widening at her words.
Y/N leaned forward, “You can’t seriously not be considering it.” She told him, “It’s good politics, and it spares eighteen innocent people from suffering the same fate as Finn.”
Bellamy shook his head, not wanting to believe what he was hearing right now.
“What the hell happened to you?” He asked, disgust spat her direction and she shut her eyes, trying not to let the pain eat her from the inside out.
“You didn’t hear her Bellamy,” Y/N tried to appeal to him, hoping she wouldn’t be alone in this, “She said Finn dies or this whole camp dies.” She shook her head, recalling Lexa’s stony face. The Commander meant it. “I can’t let that happen.”
“Finn is your friend.” Bellamy appealed to her emotions, trying to figure out what went wrong, “Raven’s your friend, why the hell are you so interested in turning them over to the people who almost slaughtered us?”
Clarke’s voice cut her off, and Y/N turned to see the blonde tearing into Murphy, her yells almost heard all the way across camp.
“You were with him at the village” She screamed, “I know you had something to do with it!”
Y/N stood up, argument forgotten as she tried to stop her best friend from accusing an innocent kid.
One life, her feet seemed to chant.
One life instead of eighteen.
One life instead of hundreds.
“Clarke!” Y/N yelled, pushing apart the two delinquents, not needing another of her friends locked up, “Clarke stop!”
She stood in between the two, facing Clarke, hand outreached to protect Murphy from the anguished girl.
“I didn’t do anything.” Murphy spat breathlessly, “I tried to stop it!” He defended, hoping it would be enough to get him out of this situation.
Clarke set her jaw, hatred darkening her blue eyes, “Not hard enough.” She spat before turning on her heel, Murphy calling after her.
“You want someone to blame Clarke?” He yelled, “He was out there looking for you!”
Y/N threw a glare of disgust at Murphy, “That was low.” She told him.
“So’s turning in your friend to be slaughtered by grounders, but hey, you seem fine with that.” Murphy shot back at her, throwing her words back in her face. She shook her head before heading in the direction of the bar, Bellamy’s figure gone from their table.
She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.
A chant coming from the gate tore her out of her thoughts, two riders approaching the gate, Abby’s figure walking up to meet them. Through the noise she could make out the language of the chant.
“Jus drein, jus daun! Jus drein, jus daun!”
Blood must have blood, she figured, remembering the phrase from her conversation with Lexa. If they way they were rallying was any indication, it wouldn’t be an easy death.
She ran forward, hoping she could stop Abby from sending Lexa the wrong message. She couldn’t let these people die, she wouldn’t let these people die.
The worried whispers of the Ark Citizens wove through her ears, propelling her feet forward, reaching the riders just in time to hear the message Abby was sending.
“Tell your Commander we’re ready to fight if that’s what it comes to.” She stated, head held high. Y/N shook her head, grasping the Chancellor’s arm.
“Abby, this is a mistake.” She urged, trying to get her argument across, “We should at least consider the deal while it still stands.”
Abby held the same look of disbelief on her face as Bellamy had earlier, not believing that Y/N was ready and willing to hand over one of her friends, “Or at least ask Lexa to consider our own trial. There’s got to be another choice than fight or die.”
The sound of hooves trampled away, and the one rider sent an unreadable look toward Y/N, another unfamiliar phrase leaving his mouth.
“Nou get yu daun natblida,” His voice sounded like gravel, “Em na teik yu kik raun”
He turned his horse around, carrying the wrong message back to his commander.
Footsteps collapsed against the dirt, a guard pointing out movement against the tree line.
She inhaled sharply.
It was too late to move.
He had already seen her.
The present figure of Marcus Kane appeared in the clearing, eyes scanning the building above him, Abby approaching him with the hint of a smile on her face.
Y/N stayed behind, she didn’t need Marcus holding her back as she tried to save her people.
“Let’s head inside,” she heard him say, “I managed to buy us some time.”
He locked eyes with the girl he raised before she scoffed, turning around to try and find Raven and Wick to brainstorm possible ideas to stop their camp from getting massacred.
A hand shot out, pulling her behind the wall, and she reached Bellamy’s pained gaze, anger blazing behind them.
“What are you doing Y/N?” He asked, keeping her pushed against the wall, shaking his head in disappointment, “You can’t say that kind of stuff to Abby or she’ll actually consider it.”
She pushed him off of her, not wavering in her beliefs. “Good, we should consider it! Or at least consider putting him on trial ourselves.”
Bellamy shook his head again, biting his lip in frustration.
“I don’t like it anymore than you do Bellamy!” She whisper shouted, pleading for him to understand her side, “But I need to do what’s best for my people. That’s all I’ve done since we got here, and I’ll continue to do that as long as I’m surviving. I thought you of all people would understand that.”
Bellamy said nothing for a long time. Choosing instead to examine her face, face clenched in frustration and irritation.
“What if it were me?” Bellamy popped out of nowhere, crossing his arms before shrugging his shoulders, “Huh? What if it was me they wanted, would you be so eager to hand me over then?”
Love is weakness, her head pounded into her.
Love is strength, her heart whispered.
And once again, she was back in her tent at the dropship, Bellamy pleading with her.
And once again, her head won out.
“To save my people?” She asked,voice breaking as tears threatened to fall, numbness taking over, heart locking itself away as she uttered those poisonous words.
She saw the betrayal flash first, his eyes hardening as he nodded weakly, jaw clenched before he turned around, refusing to look back as he walked down the halls of Alpha station.
Her heart burst, sending her tears marching down her face, sobs echoing through the hall, her body leaning heavily against the wall, unable to forgive herself for what she had said.
Because deep down inside of her, she knew it was right.
Because deep down inside of her, she knew it was true.
You’re ruthless, Becca had said to her, that means you’ll survive.
She brought her hand to her face, wiping what tears had fallen before marching off to find the man who had bought them time.
To find the person she had once never wanted to see again.
The council chambers weren’t too far from where she was, and as she barreled down the hallway, she hated the way people seemed to look at her, moving out of her way as if she was someone special.
She was exactly like them.
She had only grown up on Alpha because someone felt sorry for her.
And she had hated it.
The guards blocked their guns in front of the council doors. She merely cocked her head before announcing her presence.
“Tell Marcus Kane his daughter wishes to speak to him,” She spat, the words tasting bitter in her mouth. She hated invoking his status. Hated invoking his name.
The guard nodded before entering the chamber, passing on her request.
Before long she was escorted in, Kane’s eyes never leaving her own as Abby and Jaha stared at the other girl, arms crossed as the door closed behind her.
“We need to put him on trial,” Is all she said, staring down each adult until she got her point across. “I refuse to believe fighting or turning him over are our only options”
“We’re exploring others,” Abby announced, voice curt and Y/N knew she was still angry about the outburst.
“Like what?” Y/N asked, genuinely interested. She wouldn’t let innocent people suffer, but she didn’t want Finn to die either, “I want to help, so let me.”
Kane shared another look with Abby before turning back to his daughter, “We’re going to execute him ourselves, we think it’s a more humane way than what Lexa would do.”
Y/N nodded, pondering the thought once more before speaking. “It would make her look weak,” She thought aloud, “What if we let her give the killing blow?” She offered, hoping the adults would listen to her, “As a compromise on both parties. We convict him, she executes him. That has to be a deal she would take right?”
Abby and Kane met each other’s gaze once more, and the Chancellor tilted her head.
“That’s not a bad offer,” Abby spoke, supporting the other girl.
Kane shook his head slightly, “We’re not sure she would even accept the deal.”
“I’ll talk to Indra,” Abby announced, “See if Lexa would actually take the offer in the first place.”
Y/N nodded, biting her lip as she turned on her heel, ignoring the look of admiration Jaha was sending her as she left the council room.
On the wayout she ran into Wick, who almost looked surprised to see her still at Camp.
“Hey Sparky,” He greeted, confusion on his face, “Why aren’t you hanging out with Reyes and your boyfriend?”
She furrowed her brow at the comment, “What are you talking about?”
Wick held up the radio, “I’m on my way to cut the power for them, you know so they can sneak Spacewalker out?”
Realization hit her like an arrow from the grounders. They were taking him to the dropship. It was the only idea that made sense. “Of course they are,” She muttered, throwing a smile on her face before heading out. “Thanks for letting me know” She grasped his arm and gave him a grateful squeeze, sprinting outside, in the hopes of stopping her friends from making a horrible mistake. She grasped her makeshift dagger and stuck it in her boot, if she couldn’t snatch a gun, then she needed something to defend herself.
Sneaking out of the hole in Raven’s gate, she thanked Wick for keeping the power cut long enough to get her out of there. She began to track their prints, despite knowing exactly where they would be taking him.
The forest didn’t offer any comfort, and the slow crunching of the falling leaves underneath her feet didn’t help relieve any possible nerves. She had more time to think, and she was beginning to curse her logical thinking.
It wasn’t true, she tried to tell herself. She would never turn Bellamy over, so why should she turn Finn over?
Because it’s the right thing to do. Her head badgered her.
It’s the logical thing, not the right thing.
But you don’t feel guilty about it do you?
She shoved that thought out of her head, focusing deeply on her surroundings until she entered the ash covered clearing, the skeletons of barbecued grounders a reminder of how ruthless she needed to be to survive.
Love is weakness, her head continued to chant.
No it’s not, she told herself, it can’t be.
Love keeps you from handing Finn over, Love keeps you from telling Abby about them sneaking out, Love keeps you from letting go of Bellamy.
Love keeps me tethered, she argued, Love keeps me alive.
“Get down!” a hushed voice rang from the drop ship, and she pulled the curtain away, eyes tearing themselves from the hateful stares of Raven and Bellamy toward the desperate one of Finn, staring down at an unconscious Clarke.
“Clarke!” She exclaimed, leaning down to help her friend.
“Figures,” Raven spat with as much malice as she could muster, “She only cares about her recent friends.”
Y/N ignored Raven’s comment and moved to examine her unconscious friend, looking for any sign of a concussion or other head injury.
“I mean screw the rest of us right.” Raven continued to rant, “It’s not like you would turn Bellamy in, oh wait, yes you would.”
Y/N stood up in a huff, moving around Clarke’s body to stand in front of Raven, a rifle pointed directly at her chest. “You know what Raven, I am so sick of you acting like you’re better than me. How dare I do this? How dare I do that? I’m trying to save us!”
“But not Finn right?” Raven snapped at her, “Because you don’t think he’s worth saving.”
Y/N hung her head at the comment, raising it once more to meet the blazing eyes of Raven, glassy and hardened. “I never said that, but Lexa’s going to kill everyone if we don’t–”
“Oh screw you Franco!” Raven shouted, unable to take it anymore, “Who the hell are you to decide who lives or dies?”
“Hey, lay off her alright?” An unexpected source of support came from Murphy, who had joined the party, sitting against the wall of the dropship. Raven grit her teeth before stalking away, leaving her and Bellamy standing alone in the middle of the dropship.
It hurt to have this rift between them.
It hurt her to not be able to run into his arms for comfort.
“I didn’t mean it.” She finally spoke, waiting for him to argue with her. Waiting for things to return back to normal.
“I don’t know any other way to save him.” She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she moved in close, “If I did…well we wouldn’t be in this position would we?”
Bellamy’s throat moved up and down, his breathing growing shallower, eyes glassy and blank.
“I’m sorry Bell,” she used his nickname, noticing the way his jaw tensed at the word. “Guess it was only a matter of time before I hurt you too, huh?” Her thoughts were spilling forth, waiting for Bellamy to respond to them.
He showed no signs of emotion at her speech.
“I’m sorry,” Her voice broke, hands trembling as she fidgeted with them. “I guess that’s all I can say.”
She moved away from him, ready to join Murphy against the wall as the other outcast. She was stopped by his fingers grasping hers, pulling her back toward him, leaning his forehead against hers.
“Love is not weakness.” He muttered, eyes staring deep into hers, anger all faded as the love she had come to associate with him returned. “Please remember that.”
Y/N nodded, their embrace cut off by Raven’s screech from outside.
“Grounders!” She shouted, causing everyone to jump up, alerting each other to the threat. Clarke was awake now, and only one phrase left her lips.
“They aren’t moving any closer,” Murphy announced staring through the scope in his rifle, “It’s almost as if they’re waiting for something.”
“All they want is Finn.” Bellamy reminded the group, getting his gun ready.
“Finn wasn’t the only one at the village,” Raven deadpanned, eyes bloodshot as she stared down Murphy, pointing her rifle at his chest.
“Hey slow down” Y/N stepped forward, “We are not turning him over, not when he’s innocent.”
“God, now you’re defending him too?” Raven snarled, turning the gun on her, “What did Finn ever do to you to make you want to save everyone but him? Especially when this murderer walks free?”
“You asked me here Raven!” Murphy shot back, anger blazing in his eyes, “You wanted me to come…” He trailed off, biting his lip cynically as realization struck him. “Screw you Raven.” he spat at her.
“Enough people saw him at the village,” Raven continued, not taking her eyes off Murphy, “They’d believe he was the shooter.”
Clarke stepped up, “That’s enough,” She ordered, “Like it or not, Murphy is one of us,”
“Drop the gun Raven.” Y/N moved closer.
The mechanic didn’t move.
“We don’t have time for this!” Finn shouted, stepping in between the three women and Murphy. “The only thing we can do now is defend this place.” He began to shout orders around. “Bellamy, Raven you take the outside with Clarke, Murphy you watch the upstairs, Y/N and I will hold the back.”
That seemed to be enough to dissipate the tension, allowing Raven to drop her gun, but not before shooting Murphy a dirty look as he scurried upstairs.
Everyone began to spring into action, ready to defend the area that had once been their home. The area that had provided for them for months before the adults made an appearance.
An arm wrapped itself around her back, pulling her inward, warmth enveloping her as she melted into Bellamy’s embrace, snuggling her head in the crook of his neck, his lips pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“Stay safe.” He whispered, pushing her hair away from her face. She nodded before pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth, thumb brushing against his jaw, “You too.” She requested, the two breaking apart as she moved to the lower level, Finn patiently waiting for her.
She stood there awkwardly, guilt pressing against her chest at the sight of his small smile, concern lacing his face as she fiddled with his gun, the air between them silent.
“I’m sorry.” She spoke, hoping it was enough to repair the damage between them, “I should’ve fought harder for you, I should’ve–”
Finn pressed his hands against her shoulders, a kindness in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since their first weeks on the ground. “Y/N,” He spoke softly, “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize”
She nodded, a tear threatening to escape.
“Promise you’ll watch out for Clarke and Raven?” He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer.
Suddenly it hit her. He knew. He knew that she wouldn’t stop him.
He was going to turn himself in and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Please” He asked, desperation lacing his voice, “Promise me.”
She nodded her head, trying not to recall the last time she had uttered those words back on the Ark. “I promise.”
Her voice came out squeaky, and suddenly her heart caught up with her head, pushing every bit of uncomfortable pain through her veins, enveloping her as her vision turned blurry, hands trembling as she moved forward, pulling him in for a hug, the tears she had been holding back finally being set free, burning her mouth as she bit her lip.
She closed her eyes, leaning into Finn’s comfortable arms, knowing she would never get a hug from him ever again. The tears continued to burn a path down her cheek, heart pounding against her ribs.
She could hear his heartbeat.
She could feel his breath on her neck.
“May we meet again.” She croaked out, sobs causing her voice to waver.
Finn tightened his grip, “May we meet again.”
The two broke apart and Y/N watched as he disappeared into the forest, Clarke and Raven’s screams echoing in her head as she collapsed to her knees.
Flames dotted the hill before her, smoke rising, but she knew the wetness pooling at the corner of her eyes was due to everything except the smoke. She locked eyes with Bellamy, whose tense jaw and clenched fist told her everything she already needed to know.
“It’s not your fault.” She told him, bringing him in for another embrace, his face burying itself deep into her neck, hot tears rushing down her collarbone, breaking her heart all over again. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to tear himself apart when it was her who let Finn go. “You don’t have to bear the pain alone.” She reminded him, pulling him tighter, running her hands through his curls, hoping to soothe him. He pulled away, nodding as she pulled her sleeve down, using the cloth to wipe away the tracks that had formed.
Bellamy’s bloodshot eyes met her own reddening ones. “I’m gonna go check on Raven.” His voice was hoarse. She hated to see him like this.
When he left, another voice turned her blood cold. “Bellamy Blake huh?”
She turned around to meet the eyes of Marcus, knowing that they were judging her for her choices.
“Back for less than a day and you’re already judging me, I think that’s a new record.” She pushed past him, trying not to think about the last time he had tried to comfort her. Trying not to think about the last time his hand had grabbed her arm.
“He shot the Chancellor,” Was all Kane said.
“And you killed three hundred and twenty seven people.” Y/N shot back, knowing exactly where to strike him. “I guess my choices are bad either way.”
Kane swallowed, body tensing at the mention of the culling. “You’re a child, You’re my daughter, and as long as you are–”
“You’re wrong” She spat at him, ripping her arm free of his grip, “I stopped being a child the day you send me down here to die. And you made it very clear that I stopped being your daughter the day you chained me to my bed and threw me in the sky box.”
Her words were meant to sting, to dig deep and find the weakest spot possible, pointed and sharpened in order to puncture what little remained of their relationship. By the expression on his face, Y/N knew she had struck true.
She tore her gaze back toward the hill, snuggling deeper into Bellamy’s guard jacket, taking her place next to Raven, watching Clarke approach the pole Finn was tied to.
Y/N’s heart punctured when she saw what Clarke was planning to do.
She wanted to run down and stop her.
To take the burden off of her.
To relieve Finn of his pain.
But she couldn’t.
Instead she watched in horror as Finn’s body fell limp against the pole, blood spreading across his abdomen as tears leaked from her eyes, Raven’s screams echoing through the clearing as she collapsed into Y/N’s arms.
“NO!” It was guttural, desperate, and denying everything that was happening in front of her. Her cries continued, and all she could do was hold her friend, both women collapsing in agony into each other as their friend–their brother faded from this life for good.
Warnings: I mean, the title says it all, people die, there is fighting and violence. also some light smut, a lil touch of kidnapping, and some language to finish it all up.
Summary: the final conclave begins, and 13 clans fight for the ultimate prize: surviving the apocalypse.
a/n:I AM NERVOUS TO POST THIS BC APPARENTLY THIS IS A LOT OF YALLS FAVORITE EPISODE EVER SO I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!
Your eyes pull open slowly, blinking against the bright light of the sun that streams into the room from the balcony. You roll over, coming face to face with Bellamy, who is looking down at you and smiling. You give him a sleepy smile in return. “How long have you been up?”
He glances towards the balcony, before his eyes fall on you again. “An hour or so. Sounds like they’re prepping for the conclave.”
You hum in agreement. “Didn’t Clarke say it starts tomorrow? I’m sure there’s a lot to be done and not much time to do it in.”
“Does that mean we have to help too?”
You laugh at the grimace on his face, clearly not excited about this prospect. “Probably.”
He sighs and starts to stand from the bed, but you grab his hand and pull him back down towards you. He looks at you in surprise as you give him a mischievous look, pulling him down even closer, until his face is inches from yours. “We can have some fun first though, don’t you think?”
He catches onto your line of thinking easily, and he gives you a look full of fire and passion. He answers your question with a searing kiss, your previous separation making you savor the kiss more than you usually do. His hands come to land on either side of your face, holding you in place as he kisses you like his life depends on it. Like he’s a drowning man and you’re a tank of oxygen sent to save him. His hands slide from your face, down to your body, sliding all over you, the feeling of his skin on yours electric.
If other universes exist I hope we’re happy somewhere. That there are universes where history doesn’t pull us apart and we become a tragic story full of sorrow and regret, ones where we don’t become our own undoing that only history would remember us for. I know in this story we could never belong to each other, but if there is another universe, another story, another us I hope we can love each other until our dying day.
— history became cruel to star-crossed lovers, they could never end up happy | our violent ends. //t.c